The Real

“Who’s your baby daddy?” I chuckled when she sank against me as I stood. I picked her up as she gave me a lazy smile, pulling me closer with every step I took. I saw it in her eyes the minute her mind kicked into overdrive.

“Are you really happy? I was religious with the pill. I promise. But I don’t want this to be an ‘oops’ baby. I want you to want him or her.”

“This could never be an ‘oops’ baby. Damn, woman, don’t doubt it for a second,” I said as I laid her across our bed. “I want whatever comes with being with you and lots of chances. And you, my future wife, are going to be full of surprises.”

“Really? You’re really happy?”

I frowned. “Is this pregnancy hormones or are you afraid I may really not want this baby?”

“I don’t know,” she said in a low voice as I stood up and slipped off my shoes.

Eyeing her naked and ready, I stripped my clothes anxiously to get closer, knowing even when I was buried as deep as I could go, I could never get close enough.

I loved her abundant for two lifetimes. Something I’d never had before and couldn’t get enough of. I was addicted to her voice, her skin, her smile and her moans, her. In her, I discovered a new kind of love that came with a healthy addiction.

In a new world of second chances, I was the luckiest son of a bitch alive. I knew it. And I would never take it for granted. I vowed the day I put the ring on her finger never to lie to my future again, no matter how ugly my past, how distasteful my present thoughts may be.

All lying did in a relationship is delay the inevitable. Because no matter how hard you tried to be someone else with the person you loved, the truth revealed itself one way or another, either in anger, frustration or hurt. Good or bad she would get it all.

“I want this baby, I want you, I want our life. Every day. That won’t change. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said with a breathtaking smile. “Now, please don?

?t take this the wrong way, but I want you to fuck me.”

I couldn’t hold in my chuckle. “As opposed to?”

“Making love. I want to be fucked.”

Smirking I pushed in and buried my cock until she was milking it.

“God . . . yes,” she groaned. I stopped my hips until her expectant eyes met mine.

“You just challenged my manhood woman, prepare to pay for that.”

I didn’t give her a chance to reply.

“I’m a mom!” I announced to Bree on the phone. “I’m so knocked up! Two months! I didn’t even know. I’ve had like fifteen glasses of wine. Are we okay?”

Her laugh across the line was hysterical.

“I had a feeling you were when you were scratching your nipples at dinner the other night.

“I was?”

“Yep, I thought it was your bra but then thought about it later.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“And ruin the sound of your voice right now. No way. It’s better that you found out organically and with Cameron. So much sweeter that way. And I watched you drink most of that wine. You’ll be fine.”

“Where are you?” I asked. “I want to celebrate.”

“At your front door,” she answered. Cameron’s lips twisted when the bell rang.

He could hear every word, of course, because Bree. He’d been stroking the skin of my belly with his fingertips and winked at me as I sat up.

“You told her to come over?” He nodded and kissed his favorite freckle. “Yep, now I get to go play ball.”