Forever Winter
My eyes focus in on the small bump that I know wasn’t there before. I didn’t have long with my angel, but I’d memorized every part of her. My heart starts to pound as I take in what I’m seeing. How many times had I wondered if I could have gotten her pregnant?
I thought that night before I slipped inside of her that there was nothing between us. It had only pushed me on. I got off on knowing I was bare inside her. Got off on the fact that she didn’t fight me on that fact either.
My already hard cock jerks, wanting to feel that all over again. I turn, heading for the bathroom but leaving the door open in case she wakes. I rest against the wall and unbutton my jeans, watching her in the mirror. I tell myself it’s so I can make sure she’s okay, but I really know that I want my eyes on her while I do this.
I angrily jerk my cock as I suck in a deep breath, trying to smell her on me still. It doesn’t take much after having her pressed against me, smelling her, and then it’s there. I growl as I cum thinking about the round baby bump she now has.
I fight, making more noise as I cum into my hand, trying to be quiet. I have to brace myself so I don’t fall to my knees as more cum shoots from my cock. Still my cock is hard, begging me to go back into my bedroom and take her. I know it won’t go down until I do. Fuck, I’m not sure it will then either. It might take days, months, likely years.
I take a deep breath, getting my shit together as best as I can hoping this has taken the edge of need off for a moment. I don’t need to scare her. She’s already freaking out as it was. She almost fucking threw up. I don’t know if it’s from the shock of seeing me or normal pregnancy symptoms. I know nothing about pregnancy, but I’m pretty sure that’s one thing that comes with it.
I drag myself over to the sink to clean up and right my clothes. When I look in the mirror, I expect to feel shame, but it doesn’t come. I smile. I’ve got her back and there is nowhere for her to run off to this time. I’ll hide every phone and key in this house to keep her here if I have to. I can be a bastard when it comes to getting something I want, and this isn’t even a want. It’s a need. Who knows what lengths I’ll go to for that? I’m not sure anyone, including myself, wants to know the answer to that.
When I step out of the bathroom, she’s just as I left her. I walk over and rub my hand along the small bump. My heart races. I’m going to be a father. No, I’m going to be a dad. I have changes I need to make. Even if she isn’t pregnant, I still need to make them. I won’t be the husband or father mine had been.
I can already tell I’m not going to like being away from her. Right now I want to crawl into the bed with her and pull her close. I go to do it but pause when I hear a soft tap on the door. I turn my head to see my mom standing there, reminding me of the shit storm I’m in. How easily I’d forgotten about everything else once I’d gotten her back into my room. Nothing else mattered. Now reality is knocking on my door.
I sigh, tucking the blanket around her. I know I shouldn’t, but I do it anyway. Leaning down, I brush my mouth against her forehead, knowing that isn’t going to help me deal with my mom in a moment, but I have to do it. To feel her soft skin on my lips. Maybe it will help me get through the next few hours until she wakes. When I can really get some answers.
Chapter 5
Bo
“You going to tell me what’s going on?” my mom asks as she follows me down the long hallway.
“Do you think we should call a doctor?” I respond with a question of my own. I stop walking, looking back at my bedroom door and thinking maybe I should go back to her and watch her sleep in case she needs something.
“No, she doesn’t need a doctor for a stomach ache. What is wrong with you?” I look down at my mom, who is once again looking at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
“Maybe you need a doctor,” she throws back at me. Then she actually lifts her hand to check my forehead. “You’ve been acting so weird these past few months and now…” She looks back towards my bedroom door.