“What’d you want to tell me, baby doll?” Roane stares up at me as I straddle him on the couch.
“That you were right.”
“Hmm…” he grunts. “I’m always right.”
“Are you now?” I roll my hips.
Roane reaches around me to squeeze my ass. “Fuckin’ love your ass, Jules.”
I lick my lips and move in closer to whisper in his ear. “There’s one thing in particular you were right about.” He shifts his hips and thrusts his growing erection upward, rubbing it through his sweatpants up against my crotch. “Stop distracting me. I’m trying to be serious.”
“You’re the one being all tempting in these tight ass pants, woman. Now tell me what I was right about.”
“So bossy and demanding.” I lick the shell of his ear and he chuckles.
“You call me distracting. You love to torture me.”
“Hmm. Where was I? Oh yeah. I wanted to tell you that what you said about your swimmers being strong…you were right.” I lean back so I can get a good look at his face when he realizes what I just revealed to him. He stares at me for a hot minute and blinks twice. Then it hits him and his lips fan into a gorgeous smile. One I know that is only for me.
“You saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Yeah, honey. I am. We’re pregnant.” I’ve barely gotten the words out before his mouth is on mine.
Roane pulls back and I feel breathless. Every time I kiss him its magical, just like the first time. After things died down and we settled into life as a couple, Roane and I tied the knot on Valentine’s day. The anniversary of our first kiss. The day he told me something I had forgotten about until he reminded me in his vows. “I swore I’d be your first and last kiss, Jules. I was the first man to ever kiss you when you were fifteen and I’ll be the last when you’re old and gray. I promise I’m going to cherish and love you for all of my days.” Then he kissed me, and the preacher yelled at him for jumping ahead of the ceremony.
“God, you make me happy, woman.”
“I can make you even happier if you take me to bed.”
“Let’s test that theory.” He shifts to carry me to bed when a knock sounds at the front door then my sister let’s herself in. “Thought I told you to start locking that door,” he grumbles.
“Oops.” I slide down his front.
“Am I interrupting?” Pam shoots Roane a cheeky grin knowing damn well and good she is.
“Go home, Pam,” he barks, and I smack at his chest.
“Don’t be rude. I want to share this moment with my sis
ter.”
“Uh, no offense, Jules. I know I joke around and shit, but I am not joining you two or watching.”
“Eww fuck no,” Roane growls.
“I’m pregnant,” I tell her, and she squeals coming at both of us for a hug as she starts to cry.
“I’m going to be an Auntie?”
“Yeah but get gone so I can get back to what I was doing before you interrupted.” Roane loves my sister, honest, but she drives him bat shit because she pops up all the time at random hours. He might as well get used to it. She is only going to get worse once the baby comes.
“Fine. I know when I’m not wanted. I only came by to see if Roane wanted in on the bet the guys got going.”
“And what bet would that be?” he questions her.
“Oh…only that Wylla Mae is eighteen and graduating high school soon…we have a pool going to see how long it takes East to break.”
“Ya’ll, that is so damn mean. You ain’t even right.”