Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
My childhood story was similar, and as a result, we both decided early on in our relationship we did not want children. With that out of the way, we moved pretty quickly. I refused to make love to her until she was my wife, but I also introduced her to the world of orgasms and pleasure beyond her imagination with my mouth and fingers.
Three months after meeting the love of my life, I made her my wife, and now, four wedding anniversaries later, I am even more obsessed.
Keys in hand I am putting my desk back in order when my phone rings. Immediately my cock losses his mind when he recognizes the ringtone of his favorite hiding place. “Hey, baby. I was just on my way home. Did you want me to pick up dinner?” She doesn’t answer right away. “October.”
“Eli, I need you to come home now. I have to talk to you.” Her panicked voice is spinning my mind.
“Angel talk to me. Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“No to both. I just…I need you. Can you come straight here?” Shit. Now, everything in me is going into survival mode. Knowing something is wrong is going to make me insane until I have her in my arms.
“I’m on my way.”
What the fuck is going on?
CHAPTER 3
OCTOBER
An overwhelming sense of dread washes over me as soon as he walks in the door. My hands become clammy, and my heart races so fast I can hear it pounding in my ears. I should have rehearsed what I would say, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The words felt too heavy on my tongue, as if speaking to them would make them come to life, and I wasn't ready for that. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. His reaction to the news is all I can think about, but as I watch him shrug off his coat and hang it on the hook by the front door, I know I can't wait any longer. It’s now or never.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before blurting out the words that will change everything. "I’m pregnant," I barely manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes widen in shock, and he just stares at me for long moments before finally finding his voice. “What? Are you serious?”
I nod, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I had hoped for a better reaction, but this was not unexpected. We had only ever talked about not wanting kids, and now we are facing the reality of an unplanned pregnancy.
“How far along are you?” he asks, his face showing genuine concern.
“I’m not sure exactly,” I admit. “Maybe six or seven weeks.”
He runs his hands through his hair and paces around the living room, clearly at a loss for words. I can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to do next.
Finally, he stops and looks at me with a mix of worry and determination in his eyes. “We’ll figure this out together,” he says softly. Immediately, tears well up, but I don’t let them fall. Relief washes over me, and I feel myself relax for the first time since finding out about my pregnancy. He’s right; we’ll figure it out together.
I don’t know what we did wrong, and this was neither planned nor ideal, but we were in this together, which gives me a sense of comfort.
He pulls me into a tight hug, and I bury my face in his chest, grateful for his support. The road ahead may be uncertain and filled with challenges, but knowing we face them together makes all the difference in the world. There’s no one else I’d rather be dealing with this with.
In this moment, everything else fades away, and all that matters is us—our love, our commitment to each other, and now, our unborn child. We can figure everything else out as it comes.
I never wanted children because of my crazy childhood, but I am determined to do better with this baby. My thoughts drift to the future, filled with possibilities and uncertainties. But one thing is certain – we will face it as a team, just like everything else we do.
“I need you,” I say, unsure why I need him now, why my thoughts and my body has turned to needing his cock. Reassurance maybe?
“I need you too,” he responds immediately, his eyes never leaving mine. There’s a sense of urgency in his voice that matches my own.
Without another word, he leans in and kisses me hungrily. Our lips crash together in a desperate dance, our tongues fighting for dominance as we both try to express the intensity of our desire for each other.
His hands roam over my body, pulling off my clothes as if they were on fire. I do the same to him, eager to feel his skin against mine. We’re both naked within seconds, and he pushes me back onto the bed.