Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“It’s fine, Stanley. If I am pregnant, you didn’t harm the baby.”
“We’re having a baby,” he says with awe in his voice.
“We’re not sure yet,” I caution.
He dumps the bag into the bathroom sink. “Which one?”
I laugh. “I don’t know! That’s why I bought one of each.”
He reaches in and grabs one. “Here. We’ll start with this one. I’m going to go grab a couple of bottles of water.”
“Why?”
“You bought a sink full of tests, baby. I know you. You’re going to want to use them all, or at least a good portion of them, to make sure the results are the same.”
“It’s like a science experiment,” I joke, trying to ease my nerves.
He kisses me hard. “I’ll be back.” His feet bound down the stairs as I tear open the first box and pee on a stick.
By the time he’s back, he’s not even breathing heavily as I place the stick on the edge of the sink. I eye the tests in the sink, and he jumps into action, moving them so that I can wash my hands.
“Now what?”
“We wait.”
He hands me a bottle of water, and I drink half of it. When I hand it back to him, he places the lid back on and sets the bottle on the counter. He then lifts me so that I’m sitting on the counter as well and steps between my legs. He cups my cheeks as he stares into my eyes.
“If it’s negative, we’ll keep trying.”
“We weren’t trying,” I remind him.
He nods. “Yeah, but we are now.” His hands move to rest over my belly. “I can’t stop thinking about it, Lena. You, growing our baby inside you. I—yeah, we’re trying.”
“We might not have to.”
“Either way, this is our future. We’re going to start a family.” He kisses me, and I get lost in him. In the movement of his tongue stroking against mine, the feel of his hard body pressed between my thighs, and his hands that hold me firmly yet so tenderly, it brings tears to my eyes.
“Can we look?” he asks, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against mine.
“Yeah, we can look.”
Reaching over, he grabs the test, and his expression is neutral. I watch him for a reaction, but from the profile, I don’t see any change. That is until his eyes find mine, and they’re wet with emotion.
“We’re pregnant.” He crushes me into his chest, and I hold him just as tightly. I plan to take more of those tests, but I feel in my soul, this is real. This is right.
We’re starting our family.
CHAPTER
TEN
Stanley
I wake with a jolt and reach for Lena. Thankfully, she’s sleeping peacefully next to me. I’ve been on edge for the last few weeks. Who am I kidding? I’ve been on edge since the night we found out she was pregnant. I worry about her and our son every day.
Our son.
He’s due to arrive any day now. I’m so damn excited to meet him. The nursery is ready, and the bags are packed and in the car along with the car seat. Trust me on this. I’ve checked what feels like a few thousand times in the last couple of weeks. I’m anxious, and I want to do everything I can to make my wife’s delivery better.
It weighs heavily on me that she’s doing all the work. She’s been a fucking rock star throughout the pregnancy. I know she’s uncomfortable, but she never complains. She simply smiles and tells me he’s worth it. However, I see her grimaces and how she’s moving slower and constantly rubbing her back.
I once thought that I couldn’t love her more. Every single day, she proves me wrong.
She moans in her sleep, pulling me out of my thoughts. Reaching over, I start to rub her lower back. She’s been having lots of pain in the last couple of weeks. She moans as I apply light pressure, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I ignore my needs because I know she’s uncomfortable right now.
She’s also never been sexier to me. She doesn’t feel that way, I know, but if she could see herself through my eyes, she would know I’ve never desired her more. Hence the reason I’m ignoring my cock, which is begging to be inside her.
“Gotta pee,” she mumbles, tossing the covers off. I’m out of bed and standing at her side to offer her a hand before her feet hit the floor. “Are you part superhero?” She chuckles.
“That’s me, superhero husband to the rescue. Up you go.” I help her stand, and with my hand on the small of her back, I guide her to the bathroom.
“I’m too tired to argue with you, but in case you didn’t know, I live here, too, and I’m able to find my own way to the bathroom.”