11. Luke
CHAPTER 11
Luke
When I flip on the light switch to the apartment, the sight of cluttered mess greets me, and I instantly feel a pang of regret. I let my pregnant wife and my best friend do all this without my help.
I was checking my email this morning when I saw one from the professor that I’ve been doing admin tasks for. His usual student assistant was out sick, and he asked whether I could fill in today and help him out with his workshop on financial reporting. Just like any other student jobs, the pay is not the greatest, but I thought it could be a stepping stone to a better job than just helping him plan out his calendar and send out emails.
I was right. He asked me to do more of these, even though he usually only takes in master’s students for this position. The whole thing is for other bachelor programs in the School of Business and Management, so the reporting topics aren’t as complex and in-depth as they are for the accounting majors. The new gig comes with a bump on the pay grade, too, something Gigi and I desperately fucking need. Her feet are killing her, and I don’t like knowing that she’s walking back and forth every night at the restaurant.
After taking a shower, I take slow, quiet steps into my dark bedroom. Gigi is fast asleep, the only sign of life coming from the blanket moving up and down in a steady rhythm. I close the door and join her.
She stirs the moment I pull her closer to my chest. Turning her head around, Gigi rubs her eye as she takes me in. “You’re home,” she rasps.
“I am.” I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the fading scent of her shampoo mixed in with a little sweat. “Sorry I didn’t pull my weight today, Gi.” I hope to God she wasn’t doing it in my place before she called Zach. “The seminar ran long and after that, my professor pulled me aside to talk. He likes me, I think. He wants me to help him more.”
“I feel like all you do is work lately, Luke.” Gigi turns her back toward me again, but she scoots closer to me as she places her hand on top of mine, bringing it to her stomach.
My cock stirs, reminding me just how often I’ve been away from her these past two months ever since I started my job.
Newlyweds are supposed to fuck like rabbits in their honeymoon period. We’ve been doing anything but. If I’m not working at the university, I’m in class, trying to fit in as many credits as I can this semester so that I’d have more time next year to help Gigi out. And when I’m not doing any of those things, I’m fixing Grandma’s house in the small town between Kinsdale Springs and Marble Crest. Nobody has touched that shithole ever since she died. Dad promised he would pitch in, but with a job like his, I already knew from the beginning that it would just be a party of one. Moments like these make me really fucking miss Andrew. This is the kind of thing he’d help me with. Have fun together doing.
“You know I have to,” I say with a soft voice. The cards are stacked against us. Gigi’s a literal teen mom and we’re both still in college, but I refuse not to give her, A, and B the best life I can provide them with. Every beginning is rough, right?
“I miss you,” she admits.
Don’t I fucking know it. I miss her, too. “I’m here now.”
I push the strands of her hair to the side and place a soft kiss on her neck, feeling the goose bumps at her nape slowly rising. Tilting her chin toward me, I close the distance between our lips. I smile when I catch the whiff of toothpaste on both of us. Long gone are the days when our make-out sessions tasted like alcohol and whatever peanut snacks or chips they served in a bowl during the party, but I like us better like this.
We’re definitely too young to be married, probably too immature to have kids ourselves, and too fucking tangled to even be together like this with our connections to our parents and Andrew, but I love her. I love us. I love the life that we’re going to have. If I have to work my ass off, then so be it.
Picture it, Luke. And don’t let anything ruin it.
I hover over her, putting the weight of my upper body on my hand that’s resting next to her head. The other one is pulling her shirt over her chest, giving me a glimpse of Gigi’s changing physique. She must realize that I’m staring. “Don’t look at me like that,” she whispers. My eyes dart up to her face and she has this expression that I can’t quite make out. I’ve only seen it on a couple of girls before, the ones who told me to turn off the lights before we started fucking. I’m about to say something when Gigi spells it out for me. “I know I look like a whale. Your shirts are the only thing that fit me nowadays.”
For the record, she doesn’t look like one. I don’t get boners for marine mammals. If I was more mature, I’d probably keep my damn mouth shut, but I let out a chuckle that I immediately regret. “You don’t look like a whale, Gi,” I say immediately, trying to remedy the situation. “You look hot.”
Gigi rolls her eyes. “You have to say that. You’re my husband.”
“Shh.” I lean closer and shut her up by biting her lower lip. I palm her generously sized tit, enjoying one of the perks of her pregnancy. If only she could see herself through my eyes. Seriously, if it were up to me, I’d have her walking naked around the house. “If I wasn’t your husband, I’d still want to fuck you, anyway. You’re the MILF guys fantasize about banging.”
She really fucking is. With her being pregnant and still going to class, Gigi has become some sort of celebrity around campus. Bored college kids have nothing to do but gossip and ogle, and I see the way some of the guys look at her. They most definitely don’t think she’s a goddamn whale.
Whatever self-doubt she has dies the moment I suck on her nipple. She’s so responsive to this. She’s so responsive to everything now. My point is proven when I slide a finger down her slit, only to feel wetness already pooling.
I groan when I feel her hands reach for the drawstrings of my sweatpants. With the same desperateness I possess as I rub circles around her clit, Gigi starts moving her hand along my length. We’re both probably too fucking tired to do this, but our movements say anything but. Sex overtrumps my need to sleep, especially when I know that we haven’t done this in a while. Less since I started taking extra credits, and even more so when Gigi started packing her shit in her old dorm room.
Her back arches as she climaxes, and without missing a beat, I align my cock with a sense of urgency, eager to be inside her. I sink myself into Gigi, feeling the walls wrapping themselves around me.
This feels too good. I’m going to keep her pregnant forever.
With me still inside her, I lift her legs up and put them over my shoulders. I pound into her, feeling friction on my balls from her skin.
The way I’m inside her after all these weeks of infrequent, half-assed, sleepy sex turns me on.
The way her hair is sticking to her face turns me on.
The way she’s playing with her own clit, chasing after another orgasm, turns me on.
The way her tits bounce turns me on.
The way the headboard is hitting the wall turns me on.
My final trigger is the sound of her whimpering as she stares at me through hooded eyes. I know this look. She’s about to come again. So I let myself go, too. My cum shoots out of me and into her, releasing a surge of warmth as we both come down. I kiss her left knee as I bring her legs back to the mattress. “I love you,” I say through labored breathing.
“I love you more,” she replies.
When I pull out of her, I feel my eye movements becoming frantic at the sight in front of me. This happened once before, but last time, Gigi was a virgin and I had ripped through her hymen. Since this is not a goddamn immaculate pregnancy, why the hell is there a stream of blood mixed with my cum leaking out of Gigi?