Chapter Thirteen
A warm mouth sucking on my nipple has me gasping awake. I grasp onto the head at my breast, tangling my fingers into his hair. He groans, kneading the other as he pushes his knee between my legs and nudges them apart. Wyatt settles between my thighs, his hard cock rubbing against my pussy.
I rock against him, desperate for the stretch of him filling me. His blue eyes flick up to catch mine and he smiles. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Arching my chest, I direct him back where I want his attention. He chuckles, pinching my hard tip. “How are you feeling today?”
I let out a huff. “Grumpy if you don’t give me what I want.”
He looks down, wrapping his hand over the base of his thick cock and nudging at my entrance. Then he grabs a pillow, lifting my hips to stuff it under and smirks at the slight bump of my belly from this angle.
His hands caress the taut skin before grabbing onto my waist and sliding inside me in one thrust. My eyes roll back momentarily before I’m moving with him, meeting him with each stroke as his hand moves back to my baby bump.
“I can’t wait till this is so big, there’s no mistaking my kid in there,” he growls, moving deeper into me.
My breathing comes in short pants. “You like my pregnant belly, Daddy?”
His cock jerks inside me, telling me how much he likes it. Wyatt bites down on his lip, pounding into me as he holds onto my small bump.
“I’m gonna keep you like this,” he grits out. The short, erratic snap of his hips tells me he’s close. “Naked in my bed, pumping you full of my kids.”
I tighten around his big cock, wanting to feel the warmth of his seed spilling in me. Slipping my hand between us, I barely touch my swollen clit before I’m off, rolling in waves of bliss.
“Fuck, Sophie–” Wyatt grunts before letting out a long moan as he comes with me. He thrusts slower and deeper as he drains his balls of all his cum.
After we catch our breath, he turns us onto our sides and pulls my thigh over his with his spent cock still stuffed inside me. He studies my face with a soft smile, with love in his eyes as my heart races for another reason.
“Good morning,” I say, tracing his lips with my fingers. “I’ll never tire of waking up besides you.”
Wyatt kisses me, pulling me closer. Our bodies are so entwined that there’s not a part of me untouched, but that’s how I love it. That’s how I love him and what we are.
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A flutter in my stomach has me standing straighter, and I set the wooden spoon on the counter. Placing a hand on my stomach, I wait and try to hold my breath as the feeling happens again and I smile.
“Wyatt!” I call, turning the stove to a simmering heat so my sauce doesn’t overcook, and set out to find him.
The thing neither my mother or I knew ist that Wyatt and his parents are loaded. He never felt the urge to share how wealthy he is with my mother, stating it wasn’t any of her business. And she never asked where he got his share of the bills every month, even after rarely seeing him work.
But the moment she kicked us out, Wyatt wrapped me in his arms and told me I never had to worry. That everything in my life would be taken care of. While initially shocked by the sudden turn of events, his parents were overjoyed with the thought of a grandchild and overlooked the immoral start of our relationship.
I find him on the back patio, chatting with his father as I open the glass door.
“Wyatt, come here. I think I felt the baby kick,” I say excitedly.
Their conversation immediately ends with both of the men smiling as they stand. Wyatt rushes to me, dropping to his knees and cupping my swollen stomach. My bump is still fairly small, but noticeable enough that people realize I’m pregnant now when we are out and about.
It drives Wyatt crazy to see it at night when he makes love to me. A reminder of what he accomplished so quickly. And if I’m honest with myself, it drives me wild as well. The thought of him breeding me with his child, that a piece of him is implanted inside me.
“Hello, my little peanut. Are you kicking mommy today?” Wyatt whispers against my skin.
His father laughs, moving to stand next to me. I nod when his hand is hesitant to touch my belly. “I don’t know if she’ll kick again, but you can try.”
Wyatt’s parents are wonderful people, a joyous couple clearly in love with each other. I had been wary of them at first, but as weeks passed and they continued to be generously nice to me, I let my walls fall. Now I feel grateful that people who love like them will surround my baby.
“Her?” Wyatt asks, drawing back to stare up at me.
I scrunch my nose. “I think it’s a girl.”
Wyatt wants to know what we’re having, but I’ve been nervous. I don’t want to screw up if I have a daughter, I’d be more confident if I had a boy. But I’m afraid to find out and possibly be disappointed either way.
“A daughter,” he says in awe. His smile brightens as he keeps rubbing my belly.
“Oh, man. Imagine all the dresses and bows your mother is gonna buy,” Wyatt’s dad groans with amusement.
I smile; overjoyed by how much my baby will be spoiled. “I’m sure she’ll be just as bad if it’s a boy.”
He winks. “Especially if he has chubby cheeks like Wyatt did.”
My baby daddy rolls his eyes, stands, and gives me a brief kiss. “Is lunch ready?”
Nodding, I lead them back into the kitchen where Wyatt guides me into a chair. “Sit, I’ll make you a plate. You already demand to cook when I prefer to pamper you.”
I bite my lip, so deeply in love with him and how attentive he is to my needs. His dad excuses himself to leave us alone while he goes and finds out what his wife is up to. Watching Wyatt with a smile, he hurries through plating the food and settles next to me.
My stomach growls as soon as I take a bite, and he laughs, squeezing my knee. His phone chimes, and with a brief glance, his body stiffens.
Wyatt rubs at his jaw. “I have something for you, but I’m not sure how you’ll take it.”
I set down my fork, staring at him. “Can I take it badly?”
He shrugs. “Possibly.”
Rubbing my belly slightly, I lean back into my chair. It’s a thing I’ve started to do out of comfort, like a reminder that I’m not alone. “Okay, if it starts to upset me then we stop.”
Wyatt smiles, the warmth in his eyes making my heart swell. “Perfect. It’s about your dad.”
My breath hitches, preparing for the worst. Dread spirals inside me that all the time I thought I had is gone. Wyatt’s face pales and he reaches forward to grab my hand. “Woah, Sophie. He’s not dead.”
Tears line my eyes and I don’t bother wiping them as they fall. I’ve gotten very familiar with crying over the past few months, even at silly things like the wrong Taco Bell order.
“Shit,” he curses, getting up from his chair to move closer to me. “Sorry, I forgot your brain goes to the worst possible scenario immediately. I just wanted to say that I got in touch with him.”
I blink, gulping in the warm summer air. “Okay. What did he say?”
Does he want to meet me? Does he still care about me? Does he hate that I stopped talking to him?
Wyatt rubs my back. “He sounded really excited to reconnect with you.”
My nose stings as I start crying again and he lifts me into his arms, holding me as he carries me over to the couch in the library. It’s become my sanctuary of sorts, being lost in their sea of books. I will be forever thankful that Wyatt’s mother is a huge reader because I didn’t realize how much I loved it till I had the opportunity to relax and open a book.
“Baby, are these happy tears?” Wyatt whispers against my temple as he sits with me in his lap.
I nod slowly, hiccuping as I try to catch my breath. “I keep thinking about how my life would be different if he had gotten me instead. And it hurts.”
“I know. I’m so sorry, Sophie.”
Sniffling, I look up at him. “I would never keep your child from you if we broke up.”
His gaze hardens. “You think I would let you go?”
My lips twitch with a smile. “Who says you could keep me if I wanted to leave?”
Wyatt’s fingers dig into my hips. “Don’t tease me, baby. You know I can’t punish you when you’re so beautifully swollen with our kid.”
Chuckling, I roll my tongue over my bottom lip. Now that I have that small crying session out of the way, I want to play with the magnificent man in front of me. The man who has gone out of his way to ensure I have everything I need, including my dad.
I stick my hand out in front of us, wiggling my bare fingers. “I don’t see a ring. That means nothing is locked down.”
Wyatt’s hand grazes my belly and I shudder at his touch. “I think I achieved something a little more permanent than a ring, don’t you think?”
Before I can retort again, he stands and cups my face. Wyatt kisses me deeply and I try to pull him closer, my crazy pregnancy horniness demanding he take me right there on the cushions. He chuckles. “I thought you wanted a ring. I was about to grab it.”
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