The door closed with a loud thud as I kicked it. The atmosphere intensified as I plunged deeper into her mouth. A small moan of acceptance came from Jasmine as she held me firmly to her.
The next stop was the bedroom.
“Bane—”
Cutting her off, I murmured, “Later.”
If she pushed me away, I’d stop. But right now, I needed her to know this wasn’t a dream. Jasmine was here and pliant in my arms. It was tempting to fuck her hard in the living room, but the first time home, I was going to make love to her. Savor her. Adore her.
Sitting her down, I pushed the coat off her shoulders. Jasmine grabbed the hem of my shirt and together we took it off. A finger trailed down my abdomen eliciting a shiver.
“I missed this. I missed you.” Jasmine’s words fueled me as I reclaimed her mouth.
My cock ached to sink into that perfect pussy of hers. Going to her stomach to take off her shirt, I touched the soft skin. Jasmine’s abdomen wasn’t flat but had a bump to it. I took a step back. My eyes shot to hers.
Was she?
Both of her hands came up and caressed her stomach. “I wanted to talk to you first before we had sex. But then, we got in the moment.” A beautiful flush crept on her cheeks. “Bane, I’m pregnant.”
I nearly staggered back. Jasmine was pregnant. My girl was pregnant. With a baby. We hadn’t been together for almost six months. Fuck, I wasn’t sure how this worked. The baby had to be mine. Our baby.
She took a step closer. “Bane, it’s yours. We’re having a baby. I’m six months along. There was no way to contact you. I wanted to tell you in person.”
My hand shook as I touched her stomach. “We’re having a baby.”
The dream was becoming reality. A child. Jasmine as my wife. It was all real.
An unknowing feeling of love toward someone I’d never met flowed through me. I was connected to this little person already, and I’d known about her for less than a minute. It was a girl. I knew it.
Sinking to my knees, I kissed her stomach where our child grew. Instead of causing death, I’d helped create a life. If my soul was too damaged, I knew I’d never be given the responsibility to be a father. Maybe this was the world telling me I deserved to be happy.
Jasmine’s hands came out and touched my shaved head. “Yes, the last time we saw each other. I found out about two and half months ago. It’s a girl.”
“We’re having a baby girl.” I swallowed hard as I remembered the little girl in pigtails on the swing from my dream. I couldn’t stop giving little kisses to her stomach. My rough palms caressed as I whispered to our daughter, “I love you, little girl, with my whole heart. I will love you and protect you, little one. Always.”
Glancing up to Jasmine, a tear came down her face.
What if she isn’t ready to have a baby? What if she isn’t happy about this?
Standing, I cupped her face. “Are you okay with this?”
She sniffled. “I love the thought of having your child. I was worried you would think I cheated on you. I’ve been so nervous.”
“Never, baby. This is a miracle. Our miracle.”
Bringing Jasmine to me, I felt her soft body meld to mine. I smiled against her lips as the baby bump touched my stomach.
I was going to be a dad.
“I’m going to take you to bed and make love to the mother of my child.”
“I want you, Bane.” As she spoke her breathy reply, I walked her back to the mattress.
From this moment on, I’d never be the same.
ON THE BED, I watched Jasmine sleep with her hair fanned out around her face. Peace. That was an odd feeling for me, but I had it. Finally. Through all the mayhem and destruction I caused in nearly every country of the world, I’d found a form of forgiveness through the child growing in Jasmine’s stomach. I couldn’t stop touching her.
Almost everyone I’d killed was a motherfucker. Knowing that was the only thing that kept me from completely losing myself to the darkness that tried to drown me.