Always Us (Always and Forever 2)

“When are we gonna tell everyone?” he asks.

“I have no idea, maybe later, give us time to enjoy this and revel in it. I want to enjoy this with you.” It’s crazy to think that just a little over a week ago, Trey and I stood in the bathroom while I bared my burden to him, fighting to find even the smallest bit of happiness in this tragedy. We cried, we yelled, we made passionate love; all while our little being was growing, completely alive and ever-present inside me.

It’s a unique feeling, this whole moment. Something burns deep in my heart, the dire need to nurture my child. I feel full—complete. This thought stays with me while the doctor talks to us, while we drive home, while we cook dinner together.

It changed something in Trey as well. He is touching me non-stop, finding any way he can to give my stomach attention. He checks one step ahead of me to make sure there is no danger or sharp edges. It’s like a dance, we move together as one piece, no longer hollow, but whole.

The doctor made it very clear that I am to be very careful during my pregnancy, if I have any abnormal pain or bleeding then I need to see him right away. As for my everyday activity, I must make sure I’m not doing any heavy lifting or strenuous activity, including sex. So vanilla, gentle sex will be our slow jam for the next seven or so months. I have no complaints, hard, gentle, slow or fast, sex with Trey is sensational any which way.

I enjoy dinner with Trey, soft laughs and new untainted memories building. God, this feels too good to be true, but it’s our time to be this happy, right? We’re going to be parents, now we need to prepare to tell everyone. My father, Lana, Kingston. I am more nervous to tell my dad and Kingston than anyone else. They’re my protectors, they will have some opinions—I’m more than positive. But nothing is going to take away my happiness—Trey’s happiness—our happiness.

That will be another worry, for another day. But tonight is for Trey and me.

Shayla

SLIPPING HIS ARMS AROUND ME, they glide down in slow movements into the soapy water, his hands finding mine as they rest on my stomach.

“Do you feel any different?” Once again, I’m lying in the bath with Trey, I swear we would make the Guinness Book of World Records with how many damn baths we take.

“Yeah, I feel like a mama. It’s unreal, I felt like a woman once with you, then again when he said I was pregnant. Womanhood has found me, I guess you could say.”

“I can’t wait to see you fucking grow with our child. I can’t wait to be a daddy. Shit, I’m gonna be a daddy.”

I laugh, my head falling back on his chest while he thrusts his fist into t

he air.

“Okay, Breakfast Club, you’re too much.”

“Shayla, I thought this day would never come and here we are. Full circle. All the shit from my past gone, my heart healing slowly after Pops, our family growing. I guess that means we should get married soon…” He trails off and I bite my lip.

“Yeah, I guess we should just run off to Vegas.”

“No, we are going to have a wedding with your family there, they would fucking kill me if I dare married you without them being there, you know that, baby.”

“True.”

We’re quiet for a few moments, my hands leaving my stomach and trailing lazily up and over the mountains of his legs. I draw tiny designs, spell out my name, I’m reliving our great news over and over again in my head.

“Can I make love to you?” His strong voice vibrates around the large bathroom and my insides clench.

“Yes,” I whisper and turn around to face him. Sitting up, he helps me straddle him. I want nothing more than to celebrate the glorious news we found out today. I have never had more of a desire to be this close to Trey.

“Since we have to be gentle, I want you on top, baby, you control the tempo.” The gentleness in his eyes and the kindness in his words catch my breath. I adore when Trey is soft with me, his innately rough nature complementing my innocence.

“Is this what real love is supposed to feel like?” I say, positioning myself over his erection.

“Yes, beautiful. This is real love.”

“Impossible, this feels better than that.” With my final words, I slide down slowly onto his waiting cock. We are one—always.

“Oh, baby. You can’t fucking keep doing this to me,” he says as I slowly start to circle my hips. Trey’s eyes are hooded, his lips slightly agape, his big hands engulfing my hips, squeezing tightly.

“Doing what? Ah,” I moan when he hits my trigger, although it sounded more like a yelp, it was unexpected and felt incredible.

“This.” He looks up at me, searching my eyes. Still confused, I push for more.

“What’s ‘this?’” I bite my lip and anchor my hands to his shoulders, slowly rising up then falling back down.