The Real

“Abbie?” I knocked on the door. “You in there, baby? Did you freak yourself out watching Tru-Crime again? I told you to cut that shit out when I’m not home.”

I could hear her light laugh behind the door. “Nooo, come in.”

She stood in the middle of her bathroom with a pregnancy test in hand. I was sure she could see the surprise in my eyes as she held the test behind her back.

“So,” she waggled her brows with animation. “How do you feel about kids?”

Mouth gaping, I took in her appearance. It was my favorite day—slob day—

and I loved it when she dressed down. Without a stitch of makeup on, I could see the faint line of freckles over her nose and everything God intended for me to see when he created the woman standing in front of me.

Every part of her a thing of beauty, every curve and nuance. From her flame-licked hair to the tips of her toes, I loved everything I saw. I couldn’t help the subtle turn of my lips as I stuck my hands in my slacks and leaned against the door in an attempt to keep my poker face.

“I thought we were safe.”

She frowned. “We have sex, so there’s always a chance. We have lots of sex, so lots of chances. Don’t stall or give me a rehearsed answer, tell me the truth.”

Just as I suspected, she didn’t let my silence stand as she commanded my attention, all five-foot-five of her. She didn’t have to do much to earn it, she had it the minute I laid eyes on her.

“I love you,” I said easily. The answer to the rest of my life in the palm of her hand, both literally and figuratively.

Her eyes watered as she stood on shaky ground. I knew whatever answer I gave had the ability to break her heart, but I gave her the truth anyway.

“You will come first, always and forever unless we have a piece of life we created together. Then he or she will have to come first. So, if you can handle being second I can handle being a dad. But I promise to always make you feel like first.”

I could feel every bit of pent-up tension in her shoulders leave her as she spoke. “Good, I’m thinking you have several months to put a crib together.”

She flew into my arms and kissed me soundly on the mouth. My heart ignited with a new kind of burn that told me I had everything in the world to lose. It scared the shit out of me and elated me at the same time. I kissed the ring that covered her dainty finger and then held her crystal blue eyes.

“Baby,” I whispered.

“Baby,” she whispered back as I pushed her sweatshirt off her shoulders and bared her breasts. She let out a moan as I dipped and captured a peaked nipple into my mouth.

“Cameron,” she pleaded as I made quick work of freeing her clothes and lifted her to sit on the vanity.

“When did you suspect?” I asked as I pushed her knees apart and stood between them.

“Last week. My stomach started doing strange flips and I felt nauseous for a second. This morning, I got sick,” she answered, her breath speeding up as I massaged her sides with my fingers.

I leaned in and kissed her deep and she moaned into my mouth before I pulled her closer. Bending, I bit the space between her shoulder as she clutched me. I loved the feel of her in my arms, the way she fit me. My hand trailed down to the silky skin of her abdomen and I dipped to cover it with my lips. Her head fell back against the mirror and I knelt in front of her.

“Abbie,” I said as she tilted her head to look down at me, her beautiful blues full of love and promise.

“This is the best day of my life.”

“Nothing can trump today?”

“I know you will. I know it will happen,” I said spreading her thighs and pressing my lips to her creamy skin. Goosebumps erupted as she gripped my shoulders before I darted my tongue out.

“Oh God,” she moaned as she ran a hand through my hair before she gripped it hard with my next lick. “I’m going to come.”

“Already?” I said my attention drifting between her perfect peach nipples and her parted mouth, “I think I like you pregnant. Much easier to get you off,” I murmured into her slit before I devoured it like a madman.

My baby was growing inside her, and in a month’s time, she would be my wife. Everything about our progression felt natural, and the baby along with its mother had become my sole purpose in life.

Months ago, I was just a man searching for some sort of happiness when I met Abbie. With her, I would never need to look far. It was all there, my present, my future, my forever.

“I love you so much,” I whispered as I licked and sucked her into screaming my name. Her legs shook with the weight of her orgasm as I slowed to a stop and grinned up at her.