She cried out and shuddered. “Because I’m yours.”
My c**k sunk into her pu**y, both of us moaning. “That’s right, baby, mine. My wife, carrying my child.”
I released her hair, my grip moving down to her hips as I rocked into her, my thrusts increasing. Incoherent sounds clawed their way out of me each time my c**k bottomed out against her ass. The sight of her pu**y stretching out around my c**k was hypnotic.
Her pu**y walls tightened around me, and I picked up the pace. The angle was always good for her and got her off faster.
“Come for me. Milk me.” I was panting then, groaning as she clamped down. A scream escaped her as she shuddered around me.
I exploded inside her—mind-numbing, white release, my muscles contracting with each pulse of come that emptied into her. A bead of sweat slid down my cheek, my mouth open as I gasped for breath.
All strength left me with the last drops, and I released her, falling back onto the floor. She sunk onto the bed, then slipped to the floor, crawling until she could collapse onto my chest.
“I love you to the end of the earth and beyond,” I said between pants.
She looked up at me and quirked her brow. “The earth is round.”
I snickered. “I love you to the moon and beyond.”
She kissed my chest. “I love you to the rock formally known as the planet Pluto and beyond.”
I ran my hand down her arm. “That’s a long way.”
“Yes, and that’s how much you mean to me—more than this world and all in between.”
I grabbed her face and kissed her, trying to pour all the love I had for her into it. “For all eternity, this life and the next and the one after that, you are mine and I am yours.”
“Always.”
Lila’s hand was clutched tightly in mine as we sat in the sterile environment of her OB/GYN. Neither of us said much to the doctor, just answered her questions, both of us anxious. The answer would change everything. If the pregnancy test was right…
My knee was bouncing, hand rubbing a hole in the back of my neck. The tension was thick, both of us waiting. We’d celebrated, happy to have a baby on the way, but we both needed the definitive proof of a blood test. Maybe then we could make rational decisions on what to do.
Who the f**k was I kidding? I didn’t make rational decisions, not when it came to her. If I did, I would never have given in to the lust and f**ked her in our office that night. I wouldn’t have gone to her time and time again. My door would have stayed closed to her. It never would have gotten far enough to know I couldn’t live without her.
Each minute that passed made my agitation grow. What the f**k was taking so damn long?
Another time, long ago, I’d been in the same situation. It was happier then, when I didn’t have a threat hanging over my head. How could I be so f**king stupid? It was bad enough that I allowed Lila to come into harm’s way by being with me, but bringing a baby into the f**ked up situation? What the f**k was I thinking? I was asking for Marconi to come after us, more than my actions already had.
But I’d practically begged Lila for a baby. I wanted us to have a family—I wanted everything with her. My nightmares were in full force. The parallel of then and now…
“Mrs. Thorne?” the doctor called from the door, bringing me back from my thoughts.
Neither of us seemed to notice when she entered the small examination room. “Yes?”
She sat down and looked at the two of us. “Well, the test came back. It was negative. You’re not pregnant.”
“But the test…” Lila trailed off as I stared at the doctor in disbelief.
Not pregnant.
I didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or cry. My relief was from knowing Marconi couldn’t take another one of my children from me. Yet, it was laced with torturous pain from a loss that was never there. I wanted it, was so excited about us having a baby, and now I felt…empty. Devoid of something we never had to begin with.
“It was likely a false positive. They are extremely rare, but there is that one percent.”
Lila’s cheeks turned red, likely due to embarrassment, and she looked up at the doctor. “My missed period?”
The doctor nodded. “It sometimes happens if you’ve been on birth control and go off, to miss one soon after as your body regulates itself again.” She gave us a pity smile. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
Lila looked up at the doctor. “It’s my fault, isn’t it? User error?”
The doctor nodded. “That’s usually what happens in these rare cases.”
Lila looked between us, distress written all over her face. “I took a shower after taking the test.” She looked down, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “I couldn’t stand waiting.”
“Tests read after the time on the instructions can lead to a faint positive.”
“Thank you.” I held out my hand, and she shook it.
“Are there any questions you have while you’re here? Any help you need?”
Lila shook her head. “No, that was all.”
The doctor stood. “You still have plenty of time, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call. Okay?”
“Thanks,” Lila whispered.
We followed the doctor down the hall and checked out. Silence filled the space between us. The walk to the car was empty, but as we moved through the parking lot, her head was down, looking to the ground.
“Honeybear?”
“I feel like an idiot.” She sniffed, and her bottom lip trembled.
I shook my head as I cupped her cheeks and lifted her face. Unshed tears welled in her eyes. “You’re not an idiot.”
“Yes, I am! I gave us joy and fear in one announcement that wouldn’t have even happened if I hadn’t been so scared to wait the damn two minutes.” She lost it then, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You freaked out, and I caused you pain.”
“Oh, baby, no. That’s not it at all.” I held her in my arms. “I want us to have a baby, to be a family.”
“The Marconi aren’t going to allow that.”
I had no response, no rebuttal.
The reality of life-threatening danger hung heavy around us both.
Lila—my goddess, my sin, my soul mate. Live together or die together. There was no in between, and the odds were stacked against us.
My c**k sunk into her pu**y, both of us moaning. “That’s right, baby, mine. My wife, carrying my child.”
I released her hair, my grip moving down to her hips as I rocked into her, my thrusts increasing. Incoherent sounds clawed their way out of me each time my c**k bottomed out against her ass. The sight of her pu**y stretching out around my c**k was hypnotic.
Her pu**y walls tightened around me, and I picked up the pace. The angle was always good for her and got her off faster.
“Come for me. Milk me.” I was panting then, groaning as she clamped down. A scream escaped her as she shuddered around me.
I exploded inside her—mind-numbing, white release, my muscles contracting with each pulse of come that emptied into her. A bead of sweat slid down my cheek, my mouth open as I gasped for breath.
All strength left me with the last drops, and I released her, falling back onto the floor. She sunk onto the bed, then slipped to the floor, crawling until she could collapse onto my chest.
“I love you to the end of the earth and beyond,” I said between pants.
She looked up at me and quirked her brow. “The earth is round.”
I snickered. “I love you to the moon and beyond.”
She kissed my chest. “I love you to the rock formally known as the planet Pluto and beyond.”
I ran my hand down her arm. “That’s a long way.”
“Yes, and that’s how much you mean to me—more than this world and all in between.”
I grabbed her face and kissed her, trying to pour all the love I had for her into it. “For all eternity, this life and the next and the one after that, you are mine and I am yours.”
“Always.”
Lila’s hand was clutched tightly in mine as we sat in the sterile environment of her OB/GYN. Neither of us said much to the doctor, just answered her questions, both of us anxious. The answer would change everything. If the pregnancy test was right…
My knee was bouncing, hand rubbing a hole in the back of my neck. The tension was thick, both of us waiting. We’d celebrated, happy to have a baby on the way, but we both needed the definitive proof of a blood test. Maybe then we could make rational decisions on what to do.
Who the f**k was I kidding? I didn’t make rational decisions, not when it came to her. If I did, I would never have given in to the lust and f**ked her in our office that night. I wouldn’t have gone to her time and time again. My door would have stayed closed to her. It never would have gotten far enough to know I couldn’t live without her.
Each minute that passed made my agitation grow. What the f**k was taking so damn long?
Another time, long ago, I’d been in the same situation. It was happier then, when I didn’t have a threat hanging over my head. How could I be so f**king stupid? It was bad enough that I allowed Lila to come into harm’s way by being with me, but bringing a baby into the f**ked up situation? What the f**k was I thinking? I was asking for Marconi to come after us, more than my actions already had.
But I’d practically begged Lila for a baby. I wanted us to have a family—I wanted everything with her. My nightmares were in full force. The parallel of then and now…
“Mrs. Thorne?” the doctor called from the door, bringing me back from my thoughts.
Neither of us seemed to notice when she entered the small examination room. “Yes?”
She sat down and looked at the two of us. “Well, the test came back. It was negative. You’re not pregnant.”
“But the test…” Lila trailed off as I stared at the doctor in disbelief.
Not pregnant.
I didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or cry. My relief was from knowing Marconi couldn’t take another one of my children from me. Yet, it was laced with torturous pain from a loss that was never there. I wanted it, was so excited about us having a baby, and now I felt…empty. Devoid of something we never had to begin with.
“It was likely a false positive. They are extremely rare, but there is that one percent.”
Lila’s cheeks turned red, likely due to embarrassment, and she looked up at the doctor. “My missed period?”
The doctor nodded. “It sometimes happens if you’ve been on birth control and go off, to miss one soon after as your body regulates itself again.” She gave us a pity smile. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
Lila looked up at the doctor. “It’s my fault, isn’t it? User error?”
The doctor nodded. “That’s usually what happens in these rare cases.”
Lila looked between us, distress written all over her face. “I took a shower after taking the test.” She looked down, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “I couldn’t stand waiting.”
“Tests read after the time on the instructions can lead to a faint positive.”
“Thank you.” I held out my hand, and she shook it.
“Are there any questions you have while you’re here? Any help you need?”
Lila shook her head. “No, that was all.”
The doctor stood. “You still have plenty of time, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call. Okay?”
“Thanks,” Lila whispered.
We followed the doctor down the hall and checked out. Silence filled the space between us. The walk to the car was empty, but as we moved through the parking lot, her head was down, looking to the ground.
“Honeybear?”
“I feel like an idiot.” She sniffed, and her bottom lip trembled.
I shook my head as I cupped her cheeks and lifted her face. Unshed tears welled in her eyes. “You’re not an idiot.”
“Yes, I am! I gave us joy and fear in one announcement that wouldn’t have even happened if I hadn’t been so scared to wait the damn two minutes.” She lost it then, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You freaked out, and I caused you pain.”
“Oh, baby, no. That’s not it at all.” I held her in my arms. “I want us to have a baby, to be a family.”
“The Marconi aren’t going to allow that.”
I had no response, no rebuttal.
The reality of life-threatening danger hung heavy around us both.
Lila—my goddess, my sin, my soul mate. Live together or die together. There was no in between, and the odds were stacked against us.
