Giving Her My Baby

He looks down at me as if he’s remembering all that we did. I blush as I do the same replay in my mind. He touched me and we lost all reason. All my sensible thinking was out the window and I never once tried to stop him. I’m a freaking nurse, for god’s sakes. My mom has pounded into my head about safe sex since I got my period at thirteen. And here I am, letting him cum inside me over and over, knowing what can happen. I don’t know a thing about Brooks, but it feels right in my chest. If I’m honest with myself, it’s crazy and over the top, but it’s somehow everything I’ve been dreaming of.

He carries me to the kitchen and sits me down on the kitchen counter before placing a kiss on my nose. He lingers for a moment as if he’s going to do more but grunts and pulls away from me. He goes back over to the stove, where he starts to pile a plate with food. My stomach growls when the smell of bacon and eggs hits my nose.

I watch as he moves around the kitchen, and I wonder if I should say something. This feels like what normal couples do each morning before work, but I’m not sure what to say. Well, that’s not true. I don’t know where to start. I open my mouth but can’t get any words to come out. I’ve got so many questions, where do I even begin?

He turns around and I shut my mouth so I don’t look like a dork with my mouth hanging open. He gives me a smirk as he walks over to me, placing the plate beside me before going over to the fridge and pouring a glass of orange juice.

He holds his hand out like he’s giving me something. I open my hand with my palm up and he drops a couple of pills in it.

“Prenatal vitamins,” he tells me simply. He hands me the orange juice next, and I take it with my other hand. I sit there a little shocked, and he gently nudges my hand. “Take them.”

I knew what they were the moment I saw them. In my line of work I’m more than familiar with the pills, but I never thought I’d be waking up this morning with a need to take them.

“I…” I glance up to meet his eyes and he studies me.

“Beautiful, take the pills. They’re good for you and our baby.”

I close my hand around them before bringing them to my mouth and popping them in. I take a big drink of the orange juice and our eyes stay locked the whole time. His smile grows even wider in approval. Something about it makes the warm feeling in my stomach come back all over again.

“So you want a baby?” I ask. It’s the easiest question to begin with. I set the orange juice down next to the plate of food. It’s enough to easily feed three people. I’ll never be able to eat it all.

“Finish the orange juice. That’s good for you, too.” I pick it back up and take another drink. “Yeah, I want you to have my baby.”

His big hands come to rest on my thighs. I’m wearing one of his shirts with nothing on under it. He traces the exposed skin on my thighs and then dips under the shirt. He leaves them resting there and I lick my lips as my body wakes up. I want him, but I blink a few times and remind myself to focus.

“I want to have a baby, too,” I admit to him.

“I know,” he tosses back at me easily.

Of course he knows. He hired me pretty much on the spot. I’m guessing he did it after knowing someone I worked with before and reading over my file. Though those things shouldn’t have been in there, though I’m not exactly silent about the fact that I want a baby. Someone must have told him.

Maybe this isn’t such a terrible idea after all. Maybe I can have a baby with him. He could want a child as much as I do. Maybe he’s had bad luck with dating like me and he just wants a family.

His hands slide farther up my thighs, breaking my concentration.

I have to admit, though, being with Brooks and doing it this way has been a whole lot more fun than what conception would be like at the clinic. And much cheaper. Unless I lose my heart to this man, because that would cost me dearly. I need to keep in mind what we both want out of this is a baby. We can do this together and our child will have both a father and a mother. That’s something I couldn’t give my baby when choosing to do this on my own.