“Breakfast?” he asked, his cock still deep inside me.
“Yes, please,” I murmured.
It came on suddenly, like an 18-wheeler in an unmarked construction zone. I could only be glad that the master bedroom came with its own fully tiled bathroom. The room itself was the approximate size of my first apartment.
After worshiping at the porcelain alter, I managed to make my way down to the kitchen where Tobias, Mercy and Duncan were already well into a full English.
“Urrrrg?”
“Wait, I think I speak zombie,” Mercy said, making Duncan laugh, “why yes, it is a nice day to go to the beach.”
“I said why bacon. Why did it have to be bacon?”
“We re-watched Babe last night,” Duncan explained.
“That’ll do it,” Tobias said.
I wanted to tell him, to come right out and say, “I’m pregnant.” I just couldn’t. It was a really big thing, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet, let alone guess how Tobias or Duncan might react.
I had always planned on having more kids and giving Duncan a sibling, but things hadn’t worked out with Dave and I had pretty much given up on the ice by the time I met Tobias. That only made things harder, because he made me want to have babies again. His babies, to be specific. It might have been part of my desire for him to cum in me. It felt great, too, but I think on some level I was actually trying to get pregnant.
Duncan was a bit older than I thought he would be but that might not be a bad thing. It might actually be better. I had always heard the bigger the age gap, the less of the chance for sibling rivalry. With a 12-year gap it was almost guaranteed to be non-existent. Duncan would be well out of college by the time the baby started high school.
“I’m pregnant,” I blurted.
The silence had actual weight. Both of them looking at me with a mix of surprise and wonder, much like how I had been feeling that morning when I realized that I probably didn’t just have a stomach flu.
“Cool,” Mercy said.
“How long?” Tobias asked.
“Have I been pregnant? I would guess about three months. How long have I known? Basically, this morning?”
“I’m going to be a brother?” Duncan asked, having a basic grasp on genealogy.
“Yes, Baby. You are going to be a big brother.”
“Is Tobias going to adopt me?”
“I could,” Tobias said, in that totally-not-joking way of his.
“Well, yes,” I concurred, the odd idea coming out of the clear blue sky, or so it seemed.
“Me too?” Mercy asked.
“You’re a bit old,” Tobias pointed out.
“Are you going to get married?” Duncan asked.
“Funny you should ask, my lad,” Tobias said, getting up from his chair.
Before I could say anything or even really think, my beautiful man was on his knee in front of me, a black velvet box in his hands. Lifting the lid, the tight, tiny hinges let out a soft sigh as he revealed a gorgeous blue sapphire set into a silver band.
“Addie Harris, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I shouted, before the word could even be processed in my brain.
Both hands flew to my mouth, covering it entirely, tears of joy already rolling down my cheeks. It was all too perfect. It had to be a dream, or some kind of elaborate and sophisticated computer simulation. It couldn’t be real, and yet it was. I could feel the coolness of the metal as Tobias slid it onto my finger.
To think the entire reason I was there in a near-mansion, reunited with my son, pregnant with another baby, free forever of my ex, engaged to the most wonderful man I had ever met, was because Mercy signed me up for a reality show because she thought it would be fun. We used to make fun of shows like Second Chance Bachelorette, watching episodes here and there, trying to figure out which bits were real and which ones had been worked in by the producers to heighten the already insane sense of drama.
Mercy actually got really good at it. I was only about fifty-fifty, as far as we could tell.
It was supposed to be a laugh. A carefree trip to the big city to try and forget about all the shit in my life. The advertising tried to sell it as something else, as if there was a real chance at fixing love through the reality show. It was a notion that had several seasons of The Bachelor and The Bachelorette to contradict it.
It never worked out that way. Except it had.
When I least expected it, what was supposed to be an escapist lark turned into a new family.
Funny how things worked out sometimes.
Epilogue
Tobias
It was a church affair. I let Addie suggest it, knowing full-well about her Presbyterian background. I got the sense it was more for other family than her, though. She was more than willing to go with it.