“I’ve been scared to tell you,” she said.
“You can tell me anything,” I said. “Anything. Really. Don’t be scared. What is it?”
She braced herself, taking deep breaths and squeezing her eyes shut. What the hell was happening? What could be so monumental?
“I’m pregnant,” she said. “I took a test about a week ago, and I just haven’t had the guts to tell you.”
It felt like the whole world got dim for a second as my breath left me. When I took a breath again, it was deep and heavy, and I knew the world had changed forever.
For the better.
“Really?” I said, the grin spreading across my face whether I wanted it to or not. “Really? We’re going to have a baby?”
Her face, which had been screwed up in a mask of terror and sadness, suddenly burst into happiness itself. She nodded as tears tumbled down from her eyes and across her cheeks.
“Yes,” she said hoarsely. “We are.”
“Oh my God, I am so happy,” I exclaimed, pulling her in for a hug.
“Really? I was so scared.”
“No need to be scared!” I assured her. “We’re going to have a baby!”
She let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a giggle, and the tears flowed across her cheeks, which were stretched wide in a smile. Mine were too. I was pretty sure tears were coming from my eyes as well.
“I’m so happy,” she said into my neck.
I pulled her to arm’s length and looked at her deep in her eyes.
“I am going to be there for you at every step. And the baby. Anything you need I will do.” I took another deep breath. “I love you, Lauren.”
“I love you too.”
“Move into my cabin,” I said excitedly. “Come live with me and let’s start our family.”
“Okay!” she exclaimed, and I kissed her deeply on the lips.
Suddenly, I stopped cold, and she took a breath, her eyes widening as she tried to figure out what I was doing as I shuffled off the couch. I bent down on one knee, my heart thudding in my chest.
“Marry me,” I said. “Marry me and let’s be a family.”
Her bottom lip quivered as her eyes bounced between mine. She looked like she was trying to force her voice to work again as her mouth moved, and finally, when she spoke, it was high-pitched and filled with emotion.
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Yes, yes!”
I swept her into my arms and kissed her deeply, picking her up and carrying her across the room. Our lips crushed into one another through the tears, and I tasted the salt of them on her mouth. I carried her all the way back to her room and kicked the door open. Sitting her on her bed, she looked up at me with wide, hungry eyes.
“Make love to me,” she said. “Please.”
I kneeled down in front of her, crushing our lips to one another again as I pulled at the bottom of her shirt. She lifted her arms to let me pull it off her and toss it away, breaking our kiss for only a moment. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, tossing it away as well. Her heavy, full breasts tumbled out into my waiting palms, and I squeezed them as she reached for my shirt, unbuttoning it and yanking it over my shoulders. I pulled back enough to yank it off and our lips parted. She then reached for my pants, and I stood so she could get them down and off me.
My cock was hard as a rock as she removed my boxers and grasped it in her palm, stroking it toward her. I climbed onto the bed and pulled at her tight yoga pants, yanking them off her and then moving her to the center of the bed. Her bare legs wrapped around me, ankles crossing over my ass as I settled into her core and thrust deeply into her.
She cried out, and I reached for her hands, pushing them down into the mattress as I curled over her, mounting her and pushing my cock so deeply in her that I felt her walls squeeze tightly around me as they adjusted for my girth. Then I began to rock into her in short movements at first, then longer, deeper thrusts. Our lips crushed together again. Our tongues dancing with one another as she began to yip with each time, I slammed into her.
Our fingers interlaced as I pulled myself up and began to thrust harder and faster. Our eyes were locked onto one another as our bodies pleasured each other and our voices rose in a symphony of passion. When I let go of her hands, I moved my own to her hips and sat up on my knees. Her own fingers ran over my chest and stomach, settling on the muscles of my abdomen as I fucked her deeply.