Convict Me (Broken Heroes 1)

“Yes.” She chuckles. “Pregnant, as in you are having a baby. I know you’re young and you might be overwhelmed by all of this right now, but trust me, you are going to be fine.”

“Of course she’ll be fine.” Hero takes my small hand in both of his larger ones and makes me turn to him. “Elyse, you’ll be more than fine. You’ll be the best mother the world has ever seen, and I’ll try my fucking hardest to be the best father I can be. I’ll always take care of you and our baby. Always.”

Tears start to fall from my eyes. I can’t even come up with the words I want to describe this moment. My heart is so full of love, it might explode.

I smile. Of course Hero will take care of me and our baby.

I love him, and he loves me. After all we’ve been through, whatever happens from here on out, he’ll always be…

My hero.

Epilogue

3 Months Later

Hero

I cradled her small bump in my hands. I’d never considered becoming a father with my upbringing, but I had pushed all that aside, knowing I had to be whatever I could for Elyse and our unborn baby.

Since the moment we left the hospital, Elyse was in my care. She went to her classes, and Tasha eventually warmed up to me. I apologized to her for my behavior, and after seeing me take care of Elyse, she started to come around more often. In the end, she had the best interests for Elyse, but that didn’t mean I liked her snubbing her nose at me.

Elyse’s parents tried to contact her one more time after we got home from the hospital. I answered her phone and told them she was pregnant. He mom hung up and we haven’t heard from them since. Hopefully, we won’t hear from them ever again.

I had refused to let Elyse go back to doing tutoring sessions. Her safety was my biggest priority, and I couldn’t have her sitting with some random guy in a room by herself for an hour, even more so now that she was pregnant.

I didn’t think it was possible, but ever since I found out she was carrying our child, my obsession to keep her safe, keep them safe, has grown out of control. I’m even more possessive, terrified of someone hurting her, taking her. She doesn’t seem to mind, though—which is good. I cannot rein in those feelings, not after all she’s endured.

“Do you have any names you like?” Her voice sounds as sweet as honey.

I love hearing her talk. She could be reading the grocery list and I wouldn’t give a fuck. I just want to hear her talk. “If it’s a girl, I would like to name her Isabelle. That was my mother’s name.”

“Isabelle,” she repeats, like she’s trying it out. “I like it. What if it’s a boy?”

“How about Dragon Slayer?” I grin at her.

Elyse’s giggle fills the bedroom. “How about Isabelle if it’s a girl, and if it’s a boy, I pick a name. I hate to say it, but it’s not going to be anything even remotely close to Dragon Slayer.”

I nod. “That sounds good to me. Now, how about I go get you some ice cream?”

“I’m not in the mood for ice cream.”

“No? Pickles then? Wait, pickles and peanut butter again?” I’ve always thought people made up the myth of pregnant women having these crazy cravings. Turns out, they didn’t. Elyse has eaten some of the weirdest shit I have ever heard of.

“Nope, I’m in the mood for something else. You.” Her small body moves on top of mine, straddling me.

Fuck. My cock responds immediately, as if it’s in tune with every single word she says.

Until Elyse got pregnant, I wasn’t even aware of increased libido being a pregnancy symptom. But now, I’m very familiar with that symptom and all too happy to bend to her needs.

The grind of her sweet pussy against my rock-hard dick pulls me from my thoughts. Her pussy is always dripping with need, ready whenever I want her. If there weren’t any clothes between us, I would have already slipped deep inside her tight hole. I let her move like that for a short time, watching her through hooded eyes, her perky breasts spilling out of the top of her bra. She is beautiful, and I crave her body like it’s my next fucking hit.

Having had enough of this torture, I roll us over so she’s on her back.

She looks up at me with adoration and love.

God, my chest fucking tightens, my stomach knotting. I’ll never get over the way she looks at me. Like I’m her entire world or something…

Cupping her cheek, I lean into her, making sure I don’t squish her growing stomach. I make quick work of her sleep shorts and toss them over my shoulder behind me.