His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

“Oh, fuck, Josh, I’m cumming,” I whimpered as the orgasm tore through me like tissue paper.

My eyes fluttered open, and while I was catching my breath, I watched him jerk himself off faster and faster, heard his breathing grow ragged, and watched as he finally came, pouring a stream of cum that fell in a waterfall down his fingers.

“I wish you really were here,” I whispered.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I promise that I’ll be by your side soon.”

Those words were like music to my ears.

“I can’t wait,” I told him honestly.

Josh blinked at me for a minute. A strange look passed over his face. “I don’t ever want to be with another woman again,” he said, his voice velvety smooth.

“I love—” I said, right as the connection was broken.

I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but that would have to be saved for another time. I was tired, anyway, and figured that I would just go to bed.

But I couldn’t sleep. My mind was in turmoil as thoughts of Joshua fighting filled my imagination. I had terrible nightmares about my best friend being killed and kept waking up. I sat up in a sweat and tears streaming down my face as I thought that the love of my life was dead. After tossing and turning all night, I decided to call in sick to work the next day. I just wanted to be alone and not talk to anyone. And I wasn’t exactly sure how long this feeling would last.***

A few days later, I got a call from a major named Diaz, letting me know that my old unit, the one that Joshua had been in, had been hit. The surviving soldiers would be coming home.

“What about Joshua?” I asked, almost scared of what the answer would be.

“He was shot in the leg, but he’s okay,” Diaz confirmed.

I sighed with relief. After weeks of mourning him, I was finally going to get a second chance at life with my best friend.

It seemed like forever before I got the news that Josh was on his way home. He had been stuck in a hospital in Germany where they were taking care of his leg. His mother told me that it had gotten infected, so they were just being cautious by keeping him in the hospital there. Now he was safe to travel and would be transferred to a hospital in LA in a few days.

I knew that I was about to see him, but I was a nervous wreck. I picked up the phone and called Monica.

“Hello?” she answered, sounding like she was out of breath.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Just finished going for a run,” she said. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much,” I said. I swallowed, knowing what I was about to ask was big. “I was just wondering if you wanted to come with me to see Joshua.”

My voice shook as I talked. In fact, my whole body shook from nervousness. My friend would have to get a last-minute flight to get down here, but I really needed her.

“Give me a bit,” said Monica, no hesitation in her voice. “I’ll be at the airport in about fifteen minutes. If there is a standby available, I’ll be on my way.”

“Thank you,” I gasped before tears flooded my eyes.

Monica texted me a few hours later. She had made it to California, rented a car, and was on her way. All I needed to do was make sure my friend could get onto the base. I sat on the edge of my chair until she drove up to my house, my thoughts racing. When she finally showed up, she blew her horn, and I came running out — well, waddling, really.

“Are you okay?” she asked, pulling out of the neighborhood. “You seem a little on edge.”

“I’m fine,” I assured her, willing myself to keep breathing. “I’m just excited and maybe a little nervous about seeing Joshua.”

“Well, what did he say to you when you told him that you were coming?” she asked.

I dropped my head, ashamed that I hadn’t talked to him. I told her as much. She reassured me that everything was going to be alright. In fact, Monica repeated it so much I wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure herself or me.

It didn’t matter, anyway. I was already anxious about Joshua. But I was also worried because he hadn’t called me to say anything. All of the news that I got came from either Major Diaz or his mother.

Something in my gut told me that something was wrong.Chapter Eleven - JoshuaThe streets were quiet. Only a few crumpled pieces of paper blew past in the hot desert wind. There was a soft grunt as one of my fellow soldiers dreamt of something. I hoped whatever the fantasy was, it was more pleasant than it sounded.