“I did no such thing!” I huffed. “I’m a board certified pediatric surgeon. Peeing on a stick isn’t past my skill set.”
“And yet your period is almost a week late, you’re exhausted, and you shoved me off the bed last night when I tried to play with your tits,” he quipped. “Something which would usually make you cream your panties.”
“But the test was negative,” I repeat
ed.
He gripped my hands and tugged me from the bed, nudging me towards the bathroom. “As you so kindly pointed out already, you’re a board certified surgeon. You should be familiar with the notion of false negatives.”
“Do you really think that’s what it was?” I whispered as I crossed through the doorway. As odd as it sounded, the possibility hadn’t even crossed my mind. I’d been too upset to consider it.
“Only one way to find out,” he replied.
I hiked up his shirt, the one I’d tugged on when he’d finally let me fall back asleep last night, and squatted down to sit on the toilet. “Out!” I ordered him.
“C’mon,” he groused. “I want to be here every step of the way with you. We’re in this together.”
“The only way you’re going to be in the bathroom during the peeing on the stick step is if the day ever comes when you’re the one doing the peeing.”
“Fine,” he huffed before stepping out and closing the door behind him. He didn’t give me long, though. As soon as I’d finished peeing and flushed, the door swung open again. He gave me just enough time to wash my hands, while he was busy wrapping the test in a washcloth, before he picked me up and carried me back to bed. Laying me gently down on the mattress, he quickly followed and looked at me with boyish delight in his eyes. “Is it time yet?”
“Not yet,” I giggled. “You have to wait a couple more minutes.”
“I guess I’d better find a way to pass the time,” he murmured against my mouth, claiming them in a quick but deep kiss before trailing his lips lower. Along my jaw, down my neck, teasing the sides of my tits. He made it to my belly before he spoke again, whispering softly, “I think it’s time to prove to your mommy that you’re in there.”
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his dark head against my pale skin. “Please, please, please,” I chanted as he reached for the washcloth and carefully lifted a corner to peek inside. The blinding smile which spread across his face gave me my answer before he could show me the test. It was positive. It had to be. I leaned over, bumping his shoulder to make room for me, and looked down at the digital screen.
Pregnant.
“We’re pregnant.”
“Damn straight you are,” he confirmed, tossing the stick and washcloth to the floor and diving on top of me. “And now we need to celebrate.”
If I’d been wearing them, my panties would have melted at his happiness. “How exactly do you plan to celebrate this news when you need to be at the hospital soon?”
His smile turned into a sly grin. “I’ve got an hour.”
My head swiveled so I could peer at the clock on the bedside table. “No, you don’t. You need to leave in like ten minutes.”
“I set the clock ahead before I woke you up,” he informed me, tugging my shirt over my head. “I wanted to make sure we had enough time to celebrate before I had to go.”
“You were that confident?”
He tore his shirt off and shoved his boxers down his legs. “There wasn’t a doubt in my mind, Ellie.”
“How about you show me how you planned to spend that hour?”
He dropped a quick kiss to my belly and then settled in between my legs. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His breath was hot against my naked flesh as his tongue flicked out for a quick lick. “And I’m addicted to the taste of your honey.”
That’s all it took for me to suddenly be on the edge of a climax. He’d barely touched me, but that didn’t stop my walls from clenching against his tongue when he slid it inside my pussy. His finger circled my clit, and I felt myself lose control. He moaned against my pussy, and vibrations were enough to send me flying over the edge. My legs shook as they tightened around his head while I came.
“I’ll never grow tired of hearing your cries while I eat your pussy,” he growled before he levered up onto his knees and pulled my hips until I shifted lower on the bed. Then he impaled me with one hard thrust. “But there’s nothing better than the feeling of your wet pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, knowing my baby is growing inside your belly.”
He began moving hard and fast, going deep with each powerful thrust but holding my hips gently all the while. Over and over again, with his eyes locked on mine the whole time. Sex with Jack had always been amazing, from the very first time, but this time was different. Better. More. His ring was on my finger, and I was pregnant with his baby. His eyes were filled with lust, but it was tempered by love. So much love.
His strokes triggered a tingling in my spine, making my toes clench against the sheets. Then it hit me, a climax bigger than I’d ever felt before, making me scream his name until my voice was hoarse. He kept going, hammering into me until I’d come again and my legs felt like jelly. When I didn’t think I could take any more, he planted himself deep one more time and groaned. His cock jerked, and the heat from his semen sparked another orgasm for me.
“You were made for me,” he murmured as he pulled me tight. “I should have admitted it to myself two years ago. If I had, then you’d be pregnant with our second or third child by now.”
Resting my head against his chest, I laughed softly. “It’s hard to know what would have happened if either of us had made a move back then, but I love that we had two years to get to know each other the way we did.”
“You’re happy about the baby, then?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.
“I’m so happy.” Three little words but they held a depth of meaning, intended to clear away the doubt I’d instilled within this amazing man who loved me.
“Happy enough to marry me tomorrow?”
I laughed, thinking he was joking until I caught the look of utter seriousness on his face. I had no doubt he’d find a way for us to exchange our vows tomorrow if I agreed, but I didn’t hesitate to give him my answer. “Yes, honey.”
Epilogue
Jack
I gently placed my infant son in his crib, running a hand through his soft, feathery hair. Eric was a quiet baby and was already sleeping through the night. Turning on the monitor, I went into the hall and pulled the door so it was almost shut. I’d already tucked in my sweet little two-year-old, Addy, so I padded down the hall to the den where my beautiful wife was stretched out on the couch, watching a movie. Making a beeline for her, I lowered myself down so my body covered hers.
“I do believe both of our kids are asleep, Dr. Halston,” I whispered as I began to nibble on her ear. “Whatever will we do with this time alone?”
Ellie tilted her head back, giving me more access to her neck, and I placed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down to the valley between her tits. She was wearing a loose tank and the neckline gaped so I hooked a finger in the fabric and tugged it down. I groaned at the sight of her naked tits, fuller from two kids and nursing our son. I licked around one before taking it into my mouth.
I bit the tip lightly and she gasped, every muscle in her body freezing, before she started shaking. I lifted my head, surprised she’d come so fast. However, her face wasn’t lost in ecstasy. Nope, she was laughing, her mouth pinched as she tried to keep quiet.
“If I wasn’t so secure in my ability to make you come, this could be a pretty big blow to my ego, baby.”
She snickered and pointed behind me. “What were you saying about the kids being asleep?”
I levered myself up onto my elbows and twisted to look back.
A pillow was floating through the door, or at least, it looked as though it was. Really, it had two little feet, just barely visible underneath the large pillow. Small, delicate fingers grasped the edges and it was moving slowly, hesitantly.
I smiled in exasperated amusement. Addy had reached the stage where she was like an ostrich sticking their head in the sand. She seemed to believe if she couldn’t see us, we couldn’t see her.
“Addy,” I said sternly. The pillow jerked and lowered, revealing her big brown eyes. They were open wide, shocked at havi
ng been discovered. It was adorable as fuck. My kids were the cutest, I didn’t care what Wyatt said. I loved my nieces and nephews, but come on, my daughter was a fucking knockout.
“Back to bed, sneaky.”
Her wide chocolate eyes filled with tears and I looked at Ellie frantically. She raised a brow and stared at me challengingly. Shit. I forgot about our bet. Ellie was convinced I couldn't hold firm with my baby girl when she cried. It was ridiculous. I was man enough to deal with her tears without caving.
I narrowed my eyes and glared at her, my heart starting to crack with the little sniffles coming from behind me. I took a deep breath and steeled myself against the overwhelming desire to scoop her up and give her anything and everything she wanted.
Pulling up Ellie’s shirt, I climbed off of her and faced my Addy, crumbling at the sight of the big, fat tears rolling down her face. I swiftly moved to her and scooped her up in my embrace. Her small arms wound around my neck and she rested her head against my chest, her head tucked under my chin.
“Monsters, Daddy,” she hiccupped. “I want to seep wif you and Mommy.” My resolve was fast disappearing, then she played the trump card. “I’m scared.” It was my job to protect my baby girl, to scare away the monsters, to be her hero, damn it.
“Sure, baby girl.”
Ellie cleared her throat noisily and I glanced back to see her shaking her head. I threw her a pleading look but she had no sympathy, snickering at me again. Callous, unfeeling woman!
She finally stood and walked over to us. “You should sleep in your big girl bed, Addy. Daddy will check for monsters, then you go to sleep, okay?” She rubbed Addy’s back in slow circles as she spoke.
Addy leaned back and looked up at me with soft, sad eyes. “Pwease, Daddy?” Well, fuck.
Ellie could obviously see I was about to give in and she shrugged before turning and muttering under her breath as she passed me. “Sucker.”