Possessive Baby Daddy

“Go ahead.” He chuckles. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours.”

I laugh and smile but I keep my eyes shut.

I don’t know how long we stay like that. I feel like I’m floating in the ocean, like everything’s perfect and nothing matters. I’m warm and content, and I don’t want to move a muscle.

Distantly, I hear his phone ringing. I look up at him. “Go ahead,” I murmur.

“You sure?”

“Go get it.”

He puts me down on the bench. I lean back against it with a sigh, not bothering to put on clothes. He gets up, still naked, and finds his phone in his pocket. He takes it out and answers.

“Hello?”

I watch him through narrowed eyes. His face slowly falls, turns ashen.

“When?” he asks.

I sit up straight, staring. He listens as I get up and find my clothes. “Shit,” I whisper. “Panties.” I look over the balcony and there they are, sitting on the sand below. I pull on my jeans with a frown as he says something else into the phone. When I’m dressed, he hangs up and looks at me.

“What was that?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

“You look… upset.”

“I’m not.” He takes a breath. “It’s nothing.”

“Come on, just tell me.” I laugh a little. “After what we just did?”

He smiles and walks over. He’s still naked and completely at ease with his body.

And he should be. The man is chiseled and gorgeous.

“Look, it’s just…” He tilts his head. “You’re dressed.”

“I am.”

“I don’t recall telling you that you could put your clothes back on.”

I smile at him. “Too bad.”

He walks over and grabs my hair. I gasp as he kisses me. “Next time, you wait for permission,” he whispers.

I bite my lip and nod once.

“Good,” he says, and lets me go. He puts on his underwear and his jeans, but doesn’t bother with the shirt. He walks over and pours a new glass of wine and downs half of it.

“That bad?” I ask. I sit on the bench and put my knees up to my chest.

He shakes his head. “My mother’s coming to town.”

I sit up straight. “Uh, that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

“Not at all.” He stares out at the ocean.

“I know your mom’s intense, but—”

“Trust me, Klara,” he says. “She’s only going to complicate things.”

“Why? You can have a visit with her. You don’t have to tell her about any of this.”

He shakes his head. “Even if I don’t, she’ll find out. You don’t understand how connected she is.”

“I can help then. Let me meet her.”

He looks at me and laughs. “Fuck, no.”

“Oh, come on. You think I’ll embarrass you?”

“Not at all,” he says. “I think my mother will like you. But I also think she’ll push and pry and make things more fucked up.”

“Why are you so afraid of her?”

He tenses. “I’m not afraid.”

“Then let me meet her.”

“No.”

“Shaun.” I stand up. “You walk about wanting to marry me and about wanting to take care of me. But you can’t even let me meet your mother. You see how that might look bad, right?”

He looks back at me and I can see the struggle clear on his face. “You don’t understand.”

“Yes, I do. You have a parent you’re afraid of… or maybe you’re embarrassed, or just worried she’ll do something that’ll make your life harder. I understand all of that. I live that every single day.”

He lets out a breath. “You’re right.”

“I know.” I grin at him. “I always am.”

“Come here.”

I walk over and he puts is arms around me. “So I can meet her?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says. “But prepare yourself.”

“How?”

He hesitates. “I have no clue,” he says, and we both laugh.

I let him hold me like that. I’m going to meet his mother, which means things are getting real.

I’m not sure I like real.

But I’m going to accept it. Because real is better than what I’ve been doing, which is denying everything around me and hoping it would go away.

I’m pregnant. I’m having this baby.

And Shaun’s going to be in my life if that happens.

It’s time to accept it, embrace it… and reap the rewards.

The chief reward being this muscular, incredible man giving me what I need.

I get on my toes and kiss him. He returns that kiss.

“Sleepover?” he whispers.

“Getting ahead of yourself.”

He laughs. “I just licked your pussy from behind out on my balcony. I don’t think it’s too forward to expect you to sleep in my bed tonight.”

I blush and hit his chest then kiss him again. “Fine. Asshole.”

“Good girl. I love when you give in.”

“I bet you do.”

We kiss again and I feel that old fear come back, but it’s overwhelmed by desire.16ShaunTwo glorious days pass. I spend as much time as possible with Klara, mostly in bed.

Sometimes, when she slips out from under the covers and walks away, I stare at her gorgeous, tight body and wonder how the fuck I got so lucky.