More than Friends
“No, it’s nothing like that. You are beautiful. I love seeing you pregnant and with my baby inside you. How I feel about you will never change. The attraction has never been an issue for me.”
“Stop being so cryptic, Dean. Why have you been torturing me?”
“Because I think of you differently now.”
She lowers her head and sighs.
“It’s not what you think, though. Every time I as much as think about being inside you, I can’t help but think of Noah.”
Kat peeks up at me, confused. “You make no sense.”
“Okay, don’t laugh at me, but I feel like he’s watching us.”
She laughs. “Now, I know you are insane.”
“That came out wrong. What I meant to say is that having sex with you while Noah is in your belly freaks me out. I thought maybe I could take you up on your offer for that blowjob I have been dying for the past few months. But I still can’t do it.”
“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say, Dean. You can’t have sex with me because you think Noah can see what we are doing? I highly doubt that.”
“Kinda.” I shrug. “It just feels weird, okay? And I don’t want to do anything to hurt him.”
She presses her stomach into my chest and breathes against my lips. “Can you go through with it after Noah is born?”
My lips crash into hers. After months of fighting my feelings for Kat, I need to connect with her again. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I missed her so fucking much. She grips my hair between her fingers, tugging hard as she pulls me closer to deepen the kiss. Our passion for one another intensifies with each second that passes.
I sink so far beneath her skin that I get lost inside my Kitten, allowing our bodies to do the talking. Until I feel a gush of liquid on my feet. I peel my lips from hers, and Kat raises her hand to her mouth.
“That was my water,” she speaks between her fingers, before lowering her hand to her side. “Or at least I think my water broke.”
I smile and rest my forehead against hers for a few seconds before taking a step back. “Either that or you pissed on my shoes.”
“I was supposed to have a few more days.” She waves her hand in front of her face to fan herself. “I’m not ready for him.”
“Listen to me, Kitten,” I say, gripping her by the arms. “We’ve planned for this day for months. You can do this, okay? You got this.”
“Right,” she breathes. “I can do this.”
“I will be here if you need an assist.” I wink, and she returns my smile.
“There’s no one else I would want to do this with than you, Dean.” She kisses my cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I release her from my grasp. “We need to get you to the hospital.”
“I have to take a shower first.”
“Of course, you do,” I deadpan.
“I don’t want to be all gross. I am covered in fluid. Help me into the shower, and then we can leave.”
A mixture of panic and excitement stirs in my chest, as I walk Kat to the bathroom. My son is almost here. Having a baby at twenty-three was the last thing I’d ever planned, but now that I’m about to become a father, all the missing pieces in my life are falling into place.
After spending months preparing for Noah, he’s almost here. Noah’s birth is the complete opposite of what I’d imagined. Standing at Kat’s side, as she squeezes my hand for dear life, I tell her to breathe.
She glances up at me, with her teeth clenched in either pain or anger. It’s hard to tell with all the yelling she has done since the doctor told her to start pushing. Her hair is a mess, with little bits of blonde matted to her face, and her cheeks and chest breaking out in blotches.
“Almost there,” I say under my breath, echoing the doctor’s words. “You’re doing great, Kitten.”
A few more minutes pass, with the curses flying out of her mouth like a sailor. She can say whatever she wants to me when she’s about to bring my baby boy into this world.