by Mia Ford
I blushed hotly. “I know exactly what you mean,” I said softly.
Thomas opened the box and I gasped. Inside was a huge, sparkly diamond ring. The stone was round cut, and I guessed it was at least four carats. It was mounted on an elegant band of white gold, covered with smaller diamonds that twinkled in the bright kitchen light.
“Marry me, June,” Thomas said huskily. He dropped to one knee in front of me and held out the ring. “Marry me and make me the happiest man on earth.”
I flushed. “You can’t be serious,” I said quickly, covering my mouth with both hands. My eyes filled with unexpected tears and I tilted my head back, blinking my tears away before Thomas could see that I was crying.
“I am,” Thomas said firmly. “You’re the love of my life, and I can’t wait to be your husband.” He winked at me. “That is, if you’ll have me.”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “Oh, my god, yes! Yes!”
Thomas grinned. He slipped the ring on my finger. I gasped – it was heavy and cold, but it glittered beautifully on my finger. Hot tears dripped down my cheeks and I wrapped my arms around Thomas’s neck, covering his face in tiny kisses.
“I love you,” Thomas said. “I love you so much, June.”
“I love you, too,” I cried. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
As we kissed, I knew that no matter what the future brought, Thomas and I would face it together. And everything would be wonderful.
Epilogue
June – Five Years Later
“C’mere, you,” Thomas growled. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back into bed.
I squeaked loudly and cried out, tripping over my feet and falling back into the soft bedsheets.
“Mmmn,” Thomas purred. He put both hands on the sides of my face and pulled me close. I closed my eyes and licked my lips as Thomas kissed me passionately. His tongue slipped between my lips and I moaned, arching my back. Thomas tangled a hand in my black hair and pulled, just hard enough for a little pain to mingle with the intense lust building in my body. As he nipped at my neck with sharp teeth, arousal exploded in my pussy and I pushed Thomas down, crawling on top of him and nuzzling his sandy chest.
“God, June, I love you like this,” Thomas growled. I straddled his still-firm torso and leaned down to plant a row of delicate kisses all over his face and neck. Thomas slid his hands down my body, squeezing the cheeks of my ass and sending delicious sensations racing through my veins.
“I love you,” I said softly into his ear before nipping at the earlobe. Thomas’s stubbly cheek brushed against mine and I sighed happily.
Thomas ran his hands up my back and down my chest, cupping my sensitive breasts and brushing his thumbs over my stiff nipples. I buried my face in Thomas’s neck to muffle my scream of pleasure.
“So sensitive,” Thomas purred.
I blushed hotly. After five years of being together, Thomas knew my body inside and out. I’d thought that after a while, sex would become routine.
But no – if anything, it was hotter than ever. Each time we made love, Thomas took me to new heights of insane, delicious pleasure. I could barely stand how he made me feel – always at the brink of an explosive orgasm.
Thomas took his hands away from my breasts and I cried out, wanting more. But soon he was moving them over the newly rounded curve of my belly and down to my hot pussy. I was so wet that I was leaking juices all over Thomas and slipping around in my own arousal was both embarrassing and incredibly hot. As Thomas slid a finger between my legs and gently began to flick my clit, I moaned and purred with pleasure.
“So wet,” Thomas growled in my ear. “My good little girl, always ready for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. “I’m yours forever.”
Thomas pulled his hand away and grabbed me roughly by the hips, flipping me over on my back. He crawled between my legs and looked at me, lust blazing in his dark eyes. His silvery hair was tousled from a restless night and he was unshaven.
I’d never seen him look sexier.
Spreading my legs, I licked my lips and gave what I hoped was an inviting look. Thomas’s cock was hard, nestled in a small thatch of silver pubic hair. I gazed down, salivating as I imagined how it would feel when he plunged inside of me for the very first time.
Just as Thomas was about to enter me, the door burst open.
“Eek!” I screamed and pulled the duvet over my naked body. Thomas growled, pulling the sheet up to his hips, just enough to cover his erect cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Brett said. “I’m so sorry.” He was standing in the doorway. But when I noticed the smirk on his fifteen-year-old face, I rolled my eyes.
“You’re not sorry at all,” I said. “Get out!”
Brett walked out of the room, forgetting to close the door after him.
“You ever fucking heard of knocking?” Thomas bellowed.
We glanced at each other before bursting into giggles.
“Sorry,” Thomas mumbled. He rolled his eyes. “Goddamned kid needs to learn some boundaries.” He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. “Try again?”
I wrinkled my nose. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t think it’s still there for me.”
Thomas nodded. He leaned close and kissed me. “That’s okay, babe,” he said. “I promise – later tonight, you’re going to be begging for my cock.”
I blushed hotly as Thomas’s stubble brushed against my face. “I know,” I said softly. “I can’t wait.”
Thomas groaned and stretched, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of black boxer shorts. “What time is it?” He narrowed his eyes and picked up his reading glasses from the side of the bed.
“You’re an old man,” I teased.
“Watch it,” Thomas growled. He winked at me and we burst out laughing. “I feel better than ever.”
I giggled. “I should hope so,” I added. “Considering you’re about to become Daddy Number Two.”
Thomas glanced with fondness at my growing belly.
“Pregnancy is so weird,” I complained. “One minute all I can think about is sex.”
“And the next?”
“Food,” I moaned, burying my face in my hands. “I’m getting so big! I’m a heifer, Thomas. I can’t even zip my jeans.”
“I like you this way,” Thomas chuckled. “You’re curvy.”
I glared at him. “I miss sushi,” I said dreamily, climbing out of bed and pulling on a loose cotton dress. It was one of the only things I had that still fit me. “And soft cheese. And wine,” I added.
Thomas smirked. “As soon the baby’s born, we’re going out to Daniel,” Thomas said.
I laughed. “Sounds good, Daddy,” I said, batting my lashes.
“Are you excited about today?”
My stomach rumbled with anxiety. “I am,” I confessed. “But I’m a little nervous, too.”
“Don’t be,” Thomas said. He buttoned up his shirt and ran a brush through his thick, silvery hair.
“I just don’t want things to change,” I said softly. “What if having a new baby comes between us?”
Thomas sighed. He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes and kissing me deeply.
“June, nothing could tear me away from you,” he said. “Things are going to be different. At first, they’ll be strained. But I swear, our love is forever. And after the baby gets a little older, things will get back to normal.”
I nodded. “I have to admit that I feel a little better, knowing you’ve done this before.”
Thomas laughed. “I bet,” he said. “Come on, we should get going. Your appointment is at eleven-thirty, wouldn’t want to piss off the ultrasound tech.”
I nodded. “I’m good,” I said. “I’m ready now.”
Half an hour later, I was lying on an uncomfortable bed, propped up with my belly exposed. Even though I hadn’t gained more than the doctor said I should, I still felt huge and gawky, especially
when I was naked.
Marie, the smiling ultrasound tech, rubbed a cold gel all over my belly.
“And how are we today?” Marie cooed, more to my stomach than to me.
Thomas and I exchanged glances.
“Doing well,” Thomas said. “And you?”
“Oh, I’m just fine,” Marie said. She took the ultrasound device in her hands and booted up the screen. “Now June, you’re about four and a half months along, correct?”
I nodded.
“Would you like to know the sex?”
I nodded. “Oh, yes,” I said. “Please.”
Marie grinned. “Hey, Dad, why don’t you come over here,” she said, gesturing for Thomas to stand by my side and hold my hand. “This is usually a very happy moment.”
Thomas grinned. “It certainly is for me.”
Thomas laced his fingers with mine and squeezed. I yelped in surprise as Marie began to move the ultrasound device over my swollen belly.
“It’s cold,” I whimpered.
“Poor baby,” Thomas said. He kissed my forehead. “I love you,” he whispered, too quietly for Marie to hear.
“I love you,” I mouthed back at Thomas.
“Okay!” Marie grinned and looked triumphant. “Here it is, the final moment. Ready to know?”
Tears welled up in my eyes and my face flushed bright red.
“Yes, please,” I said.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. March,” Marie said. “You’re having a little girl!”
I shrieked in delight as tears streamed down my face. Thomas and I kissed and he held me close.
“Are you happy?” I whispered.
“I’ve never been happier,” Thomas said. He grinned.
I smiled. All of the anxiety and tension I’d been feeling melted away from my body and I relaxed against the bed.
Somehow, things had ended absolutely perfect. I couldn’t wait for us to welcome our new daughter. And while a part of me was slightly nervous about how a baby would change our family, I knew deep down that everything would be wonderful.
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Chapter 1: Dex
As the small symmetrical icy crystals floated gingerly from the sky and landed on the lawns of Central Park, I felt a sadness swell inside my chest. It was Christmas Eve, a time I relished when I was growing up. My parents always decorated the house to match the festive nature of the city with garlands, lights, and the smell of cinnamon and pine. They threw big lavish parties at their sky-high penthouse in Canton Commons. The wealthiest families in New York would put aside their high natured snobbery to bring gifts, food, and merry greetings to share with everyone else. As children, my sister Natalie and I would run around the house with the other children, playing with our toys and soaking up the feeling of Christmas. It had always been my favorite time of the year.
Years later, I found myself staring at the lights twinkling in the park, people walking hand in hand through the Christmas Eve snow, and carolers wishing people well, all the while feeling nothing but the silence of a now mostly empty home. After my parents died, the holidays stopped feeling like a magical time. There were no more parties, no more crackling fires, and the decorations sat in storage boxes, hoping one day to be picked up and used again. My sister loved Christmas and tried to keep the spirit alive but it was too much for one person. With me running the company now, I didn’t have time for such frivolous things as holiday parties. It almost felt like my parents took the holidays with them when they passed.
Neither Natalie nor I had a family of our own, so we either spent the holidays with each other or I went to work and left her to her own devices. This year, with my pending travels approaching I decided not to work on Christmas Eve. I tried not to be the scrooge, so I gave my employees off on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Usually, I ended up spending that time alone in the office, eating Chinese food and watching A Christmas Story while going over financial reports. Everything was settled this year since I was going to be leaving soon and so there I sat, reminiscing and staring out at the city. It was cold outside, colder than any Christmas I remembered and even inside the penthouse, I kept my sweater on to fight the chill. I could hear Natalie down the hall, getting ready for something, though I thought she would be spending the evening here in the penthouse.
I pulled up the number to the local Chinese delivery place and figured I’d order us some food for the night. I didn’t know what Natalie liked to eat anymore, so I sat waiting for her to come out of her room. The fact that she could always keep a cheery attitude during the holidays comforted me. I looked up as she walked quickly down the hall and pulled her coat from the closet. She put on the wool pea coat and turned back, surprised to see me still sitting in the living room.
“Oh,” she said, slightly startled. “Dex, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be working like you do every year.”
“Since I’m leaving in a couple of days, I figured I’d break that habit and spend Christmas Eve here with you,” I replied, watching her face twitch nervously. “You look like you're going somewhere.”
“Yeah. I, uh, I was going to go spend Christmas with a friend,” she said, walking over and sitting down on the arm of the chair. I could tell the quieteness of the house was really starting to get to her and I couldn’t help but be disappointed by the idea of spending Christmas Eve alone. “I should have mentioned it. I’m just so used to you always being at work that I honestly didn’t even think to say anything.”
I shook my head, trying not to make her feel guilty. After all, she was right, I didn’t even take weekends off anymore. The last time I had any time off was for her birthday and I didn’t really take off, I just left the office at five instead of midnight. Natalie had gotten used to living her own life, without any real family to spend time with. Part of me wanted to tell her not to worry about it but the other part of me wanted to ask her to stay and hang out.
“Why don’t I do this,” she said. “I’ll call and make sure it’s okay and we can just go together.”
I nodded and smiled, deciding that spending the holidays with people I didn’t know was better than being alone. I watched as she walked back in the hallway and called her friend. She talked for a few minutes and then hung up, bouncing cheerily out to the living room and waving me over. I grabbed the bottle of hazelnut liqueur I bought for tonight and we walked down to the garage where my car sat waiting.
Since I gave all my employees the night off, I drove myself, slightly confused as I made my way out of Manhattan and through the boroughs. We ended up in Brooklyn, which was weird since I assumed Natalie meant she was going to see one of the rich kids she grew up with. However, as I pulled up in front of the five-story brick walk-up, I realized whoever we were visiting had much less than we did. I almost felt foolish having thrown on my seven hundred dollar Gucci sweater and ungodly expensive belt. I smiled at Natalie as we got out, stepping over the piles of snow that had been pushed off the streets by the plows. I was glad she didn’t see my confusion. I didn’t want it to look like I was being judgmental toward her friends. That was my sister though, if you didn’t know her as a child, she
seemed like any other normal girl from a middle-class family. Her heart was always too big for her to ever come across as the snobby rich girl from the upper East side.
