“Me too,” he says, and I can feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me.
He doesn’t even bother to pull out, and I don’t bother asking him too, since I know we’re way past that point. I don’t know what his reason is, other than pure lust and being caught up in the moment.
“Mmm,” I moan, and at the same time, he grunts as he spills his seed inside me.
His cum shooting out into my pussy while my own juices are dripping all over his cock feels so good.
He carries me over to the bed and we lay down next to each other, panting.
“That was hot,” he finally says. “Now can we please get back together?”
“Yes,” I say, “but I need to…”
“No buts,” he says, putting his finger over my mouth. “I want you without limitations or restrictions. I want you to be my girlfriend, my fiancée, my wife, whatever you want to be. Charlie’s step-mom. Maybe Charlie’s adopted mom if we can work that out somehow. And I even want us to have a baby. It’s why I came in you. I need to claim you and knock you up so you can never leave me again.”
“Well, that’s good,” I say.
Finally, he stops talking and looks at me.
“Why do you say that?” he asks.
“Because I’m pregnant,” I tell him. “That’s what I’ve been wanting to tell you. I’m sorry it took me a while to work up the nerve but I didn’t know you’d have this good of a reaction. I’m pregnant and it’s yours, of course.”
“Fuck yeah!” he yells out, which was definitely not the reaction my cold fingers were expecting all those times they refused to dial his number. “That’s great news. Charlie will be so happy to have a baby sibling! And even more than that, he’ll be happy that you and I are back together!”
He kisses me, and I kiss him back, amazed.
“So, was that, like, a marriage proposal?” I ask him.
“It sure was,” he says, twisting my hair in his hand. “If you want it to be. I mean, I’ll have to get a ring, because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but that’s no problem, of course, and then we can be engaged. I just want to make us official in some way. I want to tell the world that you’re mine and you’re having my baby!”
“Okay, then,” I tell him, “let’s wait a bit on the engagement, just for a more natural progression of things, but I promise I’m not going anywhere ever again. I’m sorry I believed stupid Amanda over you. I promise I started doubting her and believing you wouldn’t do that but I just couldn’t bring myself to work up the courage to talk to you about it.”
“It’s okay,” he reassures me. “It took me getting nearly literally slapped with a lawsuit to figure out what had happened and come talk to you.”
“So she really did sue you!” I say. “That bitch.”
“It’s okay,” he says. “My insurance will fight it and you’ll testify on my side, of course.”
“Is that why you came here?” I ask, jokingly.
“Yep. This is all a bunch of fake excitement over being the father of your baby, just so I can convince you to testify for me and not for Michelle.”
I laugh and nuzzle my chin against his broad, strong chest. I feel safe with him holding me, and I feel it’s right where I belong. With him, and Charlie, and our baby.
“I love you,” he says, and then he touches my belly. “And I love our little baby too.”
“I love you, and Charlie, and our baby, too,” I say, and put my head up for one more kiss before drifting off into what I think will be the best post-Christmas miracle sleep ever, because I’m living the best dream I could ever ask for come true.
THE END