“I had them bring us mimosas,” he begins and then stops.
“Ohhhkay….” I say, waiting for him to go on. He raises his eyebrows at me.
“So, you’re going to make me ask?” He starts, putting his plate back down and snagging both glasses. “Okay. Well, one of these has champagne in it and one of these is just plain orange juice….” he trails off.
Fuck. He grins and shakes his head.
“Baby. I saw you dumping your champagne in our Azalea’s last night. You know you’re not sneaky.” He laughs, that rat bastard.
“You son of a bitch! I was trying to be so discreet!” I should have known I wouldn’t be able to hide it for long. I sigh. He hands me the virgin mimosa and I sip it, glaring at him.
“I want the good stuff.” I huff out, instantly annoyed that I’m fucking pregnant, but not annoyed at the same time.
“And I want to know when my wife was going to tell me that she was pregnant?” He asks, sitting his cup down on the nightstand and plucking mine out of my hand to do the same. He tugs me onto his lap.
“Well I planned on telling you last night when we were alone but then you decided to drag me off to some island,” I say, acting like I’m super put out. He scoffs, running his hands up my thighs before settling them on my stomach.
“How far along are you?”
“Twelve weeks. But I swear I just found out two days ago,” I go on. “I didn’t want to tell you before the wedding. I just wanted this weekend to be about all of us finally becoming a family.” I’m being honest. That’s all I wanted. I didn’t want any big to-do about me being knocked up, I just wanted the focus on us and the kids and the wedding. I really was going to tell him last night but then he was ushering me out of the yard after saying goodbye to the kids and we were here and I was just so tired. I’ve been so fucking tired, and I proceed to tell him that.
“That’s normal,” he says, unknotting my sheet and letting it fall away, his eyes dropping to my chest before meeting mine again. “I’m not mad t
hat you didn’t tell me, honey. I’m fucking thrilled. I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby.” My eyes begin to well up with tears because these hormones are fucking ridiculous. He kisses me hard, falling back on the bed with me on top of him. “We’ll need to make an appointment.” He says, rolling so that I’m beside him and not on top of him.
“Obviously,” I say, rolling my eyes. He runs his hand down my chest and between my breasts, pausing at my stomach as he makes his track down to my pussy. Sliding one finger through my folds, I’m instantly wet. Pregnancy hormones are weird, y’all.
He fills me with two fingers and begins pumping them in and out of me. Leaning down, he scrapes his teeth across my nipple and the sensation of that and his fingers inside me has me begging him to fuck me. He pulls his fingers out quickly and I whimper at the loss, but he wastes no time dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed and dragging me towards him.
“I need to taste your sweet pussy,” he says, dragging his tongue through my folds and flicking my clit with it. My head falls back on a moan and I arch up into him. He chuckles, sliding his hands under my ass and pressing the lower half of my body up to his face. I prop myself up on my elbows just in time to see him dive back in, licking and sucking until I’m a writhing mess. I can’t take my eyes off of his head between my legs, working my cunt. The contrast of his dark blonde hair between my pale thighs and the feeling of his tongue fucking me sends me over the edge and I cry out, screaming his name as my orgasm hits me. He doesn’t stop until I’ve come back down and then he’s prowling up the bed towards me and thrusting into me in one swoop as he climbs on top.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, pounding in and out of me as he grunts. I wrap my legs around his waist and meet him thrust for thrust.
“So good, baby. So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuates each word with a flex of his hips and I slide my fingers into his hair, bringing his mouth to mine as he fucks me. He thrusts one, two, three more times and then he groans, his release filling me and just as he’s done, I find my second orgasm, my walls tightening around him.
“Ford,” I cry out as he leans back to watch my face as I come.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips and sliding out of me. He rolls off me, both of us on our sides now and he tangles his legs with mine.
“I love you so much,” I say, a tear sliding down my cheek. Ford James stormed into my life and flipped it upside down. These past few years with him and the kids have been incredible. I didn’t know when I came to Alabama that life could be as sweet as Crawford James and his kids have made it for me.
“Love you more, honey.” He says, tucking me into his side. “Never thought I’d love again, but you’ve made me the happiest man alive. Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life lovin’ you.”
I’ve never been one to believe in fate, but I have to believe that fate led me to the life I lived with Jason so that I could meet Ronnie and Clarissa, and that led me to a small town in Alabama and dropped me right next door to this shattered man and his beautiful children. I can’t wait to see what this beautiful life has in store for us.
Thank you!