Only One Mistake (Only One 6)

She moans contently and snuggles back into the bed. “That was better than last time,” she mumbles out, and I laugh as I slide out of her and get off the bed.

“You’ve said that every single time.” I walk back to the bathroom and wash myself off. I walk back into the room, and she hasn’t even covered herself back up. Her naked body lies there teasing me.

She turns to look over at me. “I can feel your eyes on me.” She laughs, turning back over and still not bothering to cover herself. “Don’t you need protein or something?”

“What, why?” I chuckle and look around for my boxers, putting them on.

“You worked out for a good eight hours.” She turns over to face me, putting her hand on her little bump. “That needs some sort of protein.”

“You were there the whole time.” I point at her, and she laughs.

“I was there, but I didn’t do all the work.” She stretches. “If anything, I might be dehydrated from all the orgasms I had.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “I don’t know why you are complaining, you asked for them.”

“Oh, trust me.” She smiles mischievously. “The last thing I’m going to do is complain.”

I sit on the bed, leaning over and kissing her stomach. “Morning, baby,” I say, and then she jumps up. My stomach rises to my throat as I think I hurt her, the fear running through me as I look at her.

Her eyes go wide. “Oh my God,” she says, sitting up. “Oh my God.” She puts her hand on her stomach.

“What is happening?” I ask, putting my hands on my head, looking around for the phone in case I have to call nine one one.

“I think the baby just kicked,” she says with tears in her eyes. “Come here.” She takes her hand off her stomach and motions to me to come to her. I get on the bed, going to her side, she grabs my hand and puts it back on her stomach.

“Is this normal?” I ask her, the need to have my father here with me to ask him questions just fills me. “Should I call my father?”

She puts her free hand on my face, cupping my cheek. “It’s normal,” she says softly. “Usually, it’s just flutters, but today, when you said good morning, I felt a kick and it was so strong. It was the best fucking feeling.”

My eyes fill with tears as I lean down. “Hey there, little one,” I coo softly, and her stomach moves under my hand, and my reflex has me whipping my hand away from her stomach. “Oh my God,” I say. “Do you think I poked him with…” My eyes go big. “I knew I should have gone soft.” I shake my head as she laughs at me.

“It’s perfectly fine to have hard sex,” she assures me, putting her hand on her stomach and looking down, waiting for the baby to kick her again.

I get off the bed and go to my phone, grabbing it from the pocket of my pants. “What’s the doctor’s number?”

“We are not calling the doctor.” She shakes her head, moving her hand over her stomach to see if she feels the baby anywhere else. “The baby is very well protected.”

“How do you know?” I ask her, putting my hands on my hips. “Who told you that?”

“Google,” she says, getting up. “I googled it this week when I was using my vibrator.” My mouth just hangs open. “The baby is very high up there, and you do have a big penis, but it’s not that big.” I roll my eyes at her, and before this, I would have probably debated on how big my penis is. “You are very well endowed,” she says, trying to roll her lips to keep herself from laughing.

“Okay, that’s enough.” I hold up one hand and grab my phone, pulling up my father on text message.

“I can’t even text my father.” I look at her. “What the hell am I supposed to ask him? Did you bang Mom when she was pregnant?” I close my eyes when Jillian laughs. “I don’t want to know that. I mean, I could ask Cooper.” I tilt my head to the side. “But I don’t want to know that either.”

“Michael.” Jillian says my name. “Trust me, sex during pregnancy is normal.” I look at her and then down at her stomach. Her eyes go to her stomach as she puts two hands on her belly. “Tell your father, you are okay.” I wait for her to say something or to feel something, and she doesn’t. “I guess the baby likes your voice better.” She steps to me and puts her hand on my chest. My eyes go down to look at her hand on me. “I’m okay.” Her voice comes out softly. “The baby is okay.”