When we’re done, I want her to know that she belongs to me, and I belong to her. Mila grips the armrest of the couch and makes wild noises.
“Oh yes,” she cries, and then moments later, her pussy clamps on my cock, and Mila screams.
The last vestiges of my control melt away. A growl rises in my throat, and cum shoots from my cock into her pussy.
When it’s over, I lie on my back and pull Mila to lie on top of me. I kiss her head. Sometimes I can’t believe that she’s mine. There’s no way I’m letting her go. She has to see that we belong together.
Chapter 38
Mila
I sit on the toilet with my eyes shut, a myriad of emotions whirling through my mind. On the one hand, I’m overjoyed at the prospect that I could be pregnant. That I could be carrying Brad’s child in my belly. But on the other hand, I’m petrified at what this could mean for us.
I’ve been feeling fatigued in the last week or so, but nausea that comes every morning is what finally convinced me to buy two home pregnancy tests. I haven’t said anything to Brad about it.
Brad has never made any promises to me. Our marriage was a contract for the sole purpose of helping him retain custody of Isaac. The more I think about it, the more it hits me just how unfair it would be of me to expect Brad to be happy about my pregnancy. He has never voiced a wish to have more children. Tears flood my eyes. Then I realize that I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m imagining the worst. It’s possible that I’m not pregnant. I brace myself to look at the test results. I pick up the pregnancy stick from the floor and lift it up to the light coming in through the window.
My heart drops to my stomach when I see two distinct pink lines. I blink rapidly. My eyes must be deceiving me. Oh my God. Oh my God. My hands tremble so hard. I hold the stick at a different angle. There must be some mistake.
I can’t be pregnant. I never once used protection when I was married to Clay. I stand and grab another test kit and tear it open. I force more pee and then place the stick carefully on the floor. My heart pounds hard against my chest as the full implications hit me.
A baby. I could be having a baby. My very own baby!
It starts a small dot of joy, which grows by the minute, dispelling any fears I have. Soon, tears are running down my face. I pick up the test stick, and there it is again. Two pink lines. There’s no doubt about it. I’m pregnant. I cover my mouth with one hand and place the other on my flat belly.
I’m going to have a baby!
A sob escapes my mouth. I’m terrified, excited, worried…all at the same time. I grow solemn and try to think it through as an adult. I could lose Brad and Isaac. After the custody case, we’ll probably go our separate ways. The thought does not frighten me like before. It comforts me to know that I won’t be alone. I’ll have a piece of Brad with me. I’ll have my own family. A wisp of sadness comes over me. Brad is an awesome daddy. The best there is. It makes me sad to think that my baby will grow up without a dad.
The sadness doesn’t last. I have always wanted a baby, but over the years, I lost hope. I knew something must be wrong with me, and Clay said it so many times that I began to believe it. I hold my tummy gently. My baby.
I sit up with a start when I hear the sound of the front door banging shut. I scramble up from the toilet seat and quickly pull up my panties and shorts. It can’t possibly be Brad as he left for work less than half an hour ago unless he forgot something.
“Mila!”
I relax when I hear Brad’s voice. “Coming.”
I quickly dispose of the pregnancy test kits and make an instant decision not to tell Brad about it. It couldn’t have come at a worse time. The custody case is tomorrow morning. Brad doesn’t need any more stress in his life. On my part, I have no doubt that he’ll win the case. I have a belief in the fairness of our justice system. Brad is the parent who deserves to raise Isaac, and the judge will see that.
I open the bedroom door and bump into a hard body, whose arms immediately go around me and pull me close for a hug.
“You smell like spring,” Brad says, and I giggle.
“How does spring smell?” I ask him.