We took our bags to be checked, grabbed our tickets, and sat down to wait for our flight. When we were seated, I turned to Alex and told him my idea. “What if we wrote a trilogy together now that our books are finished?” I asked him.
He smiled at me immediately. “I like that idea. It seems like we always work better when we are together,” my love replied happily.
I reached over and hugged him. I was overjoyed by how much he liked my idea. We talked more about it in the short plane ride back to Kansas.
Once we landed at the airport back home, I asked Alex, “We go back to our places, right?”
Alex nodded. “Yes, so we can get settled in and check on things. I’ll call you later tonight then bring dinner over so we can get started on our project,” he promised.
“Sounds good to me,” I replied.
We parted ways with a kiss. We left in separate cars and went to our homes.
A few weeks later, Alex and I were as happy as could be. Our trilogy was finished, and we had both moved into his place. We were inseparable.
One day I had walked outside to check the mail like I usually did. As I was walking back inside the house, a letter in the pile caught my eye. It was a thick envelope, very important looking. I opened it and read it with curiosity.
I gasped in excitement and disbelief. I ran back inside the house and yelled, “Alex!”
He ran out of the kitchen in a panic. “What’s wrong?” he asked in alarm.
“The best thing just happened to us!” I exclaimed in response.
He looked at me in relief. “I thought something was wrong,” he explained with a laugh.
“No! We got an offer!” I cheered.
He looked at me in confusion. “What are you talking about?” Alex asked.
“I mean, they want to publish our trilogy!” I explained happily.
His eyes widened and he looked at me in shock. “That’s wonderful!” he exclaimed. He picked me up and hugged me to him. I laughed in excitement.
Alex put me down and said, “I have some news of my own.”
I looked at him curiously. My heart started to pound in my chest as I saw him kneel down in front of me. Our eyes locked as he pulled a ring out of his shirt pocket.
“Hazel, in my continuous effort to keep things right between us, will you marry me?” he asked as he took my hand in his.
“Oh, yes, Alex!” I cried out with tears in my eyes.
He slipped the ring on my finger, and we both hugged and kissed.
After I spent a few minutes admiring the ring, I turned to Alex and said, “The publishing contract isn’t the only news I have…”
He looked at me curiously. “Do tell,” he said with interest.
I took a deep breath before looking at him and announcing, “We’re pregnant.” He stared blankly at me for a few minutes. “Alex? Did you hear me?” I asked.
“Yes! This is the best news ever!” Alex cheered. He hugged me tightly. I laughed as he picked me up in his arms.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he carried me upstairs.
“To celebrate!” he replied happily.
I was in such a good mood. My fiancé lay me gently on the bed like I was a queen. He spent a long time kissing me and caressing me. It was like he was going out of his way to spoil me and pleasure me.
I asked him about it, and he replied, “You are my queen. I need to satisfy you and keep you happy.” I felt so happy and loved.
When I was ready, we pulled off our clothes, and Alex moved on top of me. “I want you so bad,” I whispered.
It was true. All his gentle touching had gotten me very wet. I shivered as his hard cock slid into my pussy, and he started sliding in and out. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled him closer, and he knew what I wanted. He trusted deeper and deeper. I cried out each time in delight. This was the most passionate we had ever been with each other. Alex trusted harder and harder. We both moaned, our bodies glistened with sweat. We tried to make each moment last, but we couldn’t hold on any longer. We came together and lay in each other’s arms, in a world of bliss.
Chapter Sixteen – Alex
Six months later, I looked proudly at Hazel as she answered questions about her novel. At over eight months pregnant, she looked radiant. I couldn’t be happier. I was engaged to the love of my life, and she was carrying my child. We were at a book conference talking about both of our individual books as well as the trilogy we had written together. Gibson was with us. He sat in the front row, and Hazel sat on my right at the writers’ table. They both turned to look at me as someone in the crowd directed a question at me.