Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I got two whole pages done by lunch, which was still a bit of a record for me. Inga’s words bounced around in my head like a lacrosse ball.

  It seemed crazy but mostly because there was no way I knew of that she could tell if I was pregnant or not. I certainly wasn’t showing or anything.

  There was the puking, of course, and I was sure I had looked as sick as I’d felt. But that could have been anything.

  Still, despite my doubts, I went down to the drug store where I’d gotten the card, trying my best to keep my head down in case there were any co-workers there. The last thing I needed were more tongues wagging.

  It felt colder than usual in the staff bathroom when I returned to the office. At least going by the shiver running through me as I waited for the results of the test.

  It was one of the ones that was absolutely clear. I’d bought two just in case. It didn’t matter.

  A little blue plus sign had appeared on both. I was most definitely with child and there was no doubt as to who the father was, considering I’d had sex exactly twice, both times with the same man.

  I knew I should tell him. He was the kid’s father and had a right to know. Had the circumstances been different, I definitely would have, even risking going to his office to tell him the good news.

  As it was, the risk was too high. It would take only one co-worker with a big mouth to overhear and since we weren’t even seeing each other anymore, it seemed like too big of a risk for no good reason.

  Because we were still under investigation and I knew there was an office spy— likely Amber— I didn’t even want to risk anyone watching me getting into his car or seeing us in public at all.

  I guessed Inga knew, both about Simon and our baby, but I felt like I could trust her. I highly doubted she was the one who had turned us in.

  Still, I certainly had enemies. I had to continue to be careful, despite this new development.

  The idea of single motherhood petrified me, but sadly it seemed like the only option available.

  Chapter Twenty-Six - Simon

  The world was beautiful and new, and I could not resist whistling a happy tune. I did, however, resist the urge to skip down the path. I just wasn’t built for it. There was too much chance of me tripping over my own feet, causing serious damage to my image, let alone my knee joints.

  The park was one of the oldest in the state. Unlike most ‘green spaces’ that were literally strips of grass among the urban tangle, it actually looked like genuine woods in the heart of the city.

  I felt like a kid at a dance, trying to pluck up the courage to ask my crush to dance. Even though there was much more on the line than that this fine afternoon.

  It was still frigid as Dante’s innermost circle of Hell, but I didn’t feel it. My mind was far too busy spinning with all the possibilities.

  She was late, which wouldn’t have been a big deal, but I knew how punctual she usually was. So, after a while, I couldn’t help but wonder if she had changed her mind about meeting me here, and my confidence and cheerful mood started to dwindle.

  Finally, I spotted Skye coming up the path. Everything in me was hollering that I should hold her tight and smother her in kisses and never let her go. It was a nice idea, but I decided it would be smarter to fill her in on the situation first.

  “Isn’t this dangerous?” she asked.

  “No, not anymore, it’s all fixed,” I said, so happy I could cry.

  “The investigation is over?”

  “In a way of speaking. I quit and took a job over at Bat & Bell as artistic director. Similar to what I was doing at Pigeon, only a lot more fun with a lot less stress. Not least because I’m no longer under Pigeon’s corporate control. B&B want to make money too, but they aren’t willing to crush personalities to do it. In fact, they know that by letting me flourish, I’ll make them even more money.”

  “So, you don’t care about giving up your position at Pigeon?”

  “Nope,” I said, smiling, because I meant it.

  It was a long-overdue move that I only realized now should have happened long ago. One of the many good changes in my life, thanks to Skye.

  “And you’re not my boss anymore?”

  “Nope.”

  “Who is?”

  “Inga,” I said with a grin, surprising her. “The big brass wanted to look for someone else but there was an internal revolt, because she’s been there so long and has basically read every book we’ve published while she’s been sitting there at the receptionist desk. Basically, everyone with a permanent position said that either Inga was the new senior editor or that they would be handing in their resignation. Since there was no point in having a department with no staff, they gave in. And get this. She promised to give permanent positions to all the holiday hires.”

  “That’s what I am,” Skye said, struck silly by the news.

  “It’s what you were. You have a permanent job at Pigeon if want it.”

  “We can be together,” she said, finally realizing the full significance of all of this.

  “If you’ll have me,” I said with a smile.

  I should have seen the attack hug coming, but she’d managed to take me surprise. The kiss was surpassing, passionate and pure, putting me in mind of the fairy tale stories that still came across my desk on occasion.

  “Want to celebrate?” I asked.

  “Absolutely,” she enthused, seeming to catch my drift, “but we have to be careful though.”

  “Oh, why, is something wrong?”

  “I hope not,” she said, suddenly seeming unsure.

  “Skye, what’s going on?”

  “I’m having a baby,” she blurted.

  “Wow. That’s wonderful,” I said, searching for the right word.

  That wasn’t it, but it was the closest one I could quickly think of to encapsulate my happiness.

  The tears felt like a waterfall, at first making me wonder if I might have said the wrong things, or maybe the pregnancy hormones were getting to her.

  “Tears of joy?” I asked.

  “And relief,” she said, rising her hand to wipe them away.

  I stopped her, pulling her to me and kissing away her tears. My sweet pet lay her head against my chest and let out a contented sigh. Both of us were glad for her to be in my arms again.

  “My place?” I asked.

  “Definitely.”

  It was quiet on the way back the car, but I didn’t mind. We would have lots to talk about over the course of the rest of our lives together, the main obstacle to us being together now well and truly removed.

  I was feeling sentimental and carried my sweet Skye all the way to the bedroom, closing the door with my heel behind me. Our elevation of equipment was somewhat limited, the lingerie, nipple clamps and vibrator all being back at her place. I still had the ropes though and the creative mind perfect for improvising.

  I had never scooped her up so fast. I knew we had lots of time but something in me was driven to get my hands on her as fast as possible. Probably something to do with the weeks of thinking I would never get the chance to touch her again.

  She was already wet. Her sweet breath was moaning in my ear as I fingered her deep, getting two fingers into her, up to the third knuckle.

  We weren’t even on the bed yet. Instead, we were standing beside it, Skye braced in my other arm as I worked her to a massive orgasm, revelling in her responses.

  Skye dropped against me, every muscle in her body seeming to give up at once. I picked her up and lay her out on the bed. Using one hand to massage her beautiful breasts, I used the other to undress her, my fully hard cock falling out for her as soon as I took off my own pants. Skye licked her lips, making it clear what she wanted.

  Letting her keep lying down, I brought my cock over to her, it taking only a slight turn of her head to take it most of the way into her mouth. Not quite to throat fucking depth, but I was still more than happy.

>   She looked really happy, too, which warmed my heart as she sucked my cock. I stroked her cheek gently as she led me and my darling little pet closed her eyes and sighed, smiling around my cock.

  Masterfully, she drew a massive load into her mouth, swallowing it all down with no real trouble, even going so far as to lick the head clean when she was done.

  “Good girl,” I cooed, leaning down to kiss her tenderly.

  Continuing the kissing on down to her breasts, I gave each of her hard, pink nipples some tender loving care and continued down over her belly to her pussy, Skye opening her legs as I arrived.

  I started light, smothering her sweet, delicate lips with soft kisses. When she was sufficiently warmed up, I caressed my tongue the length of her pussy, making her moan as I drew up to her clit, swirling my tongue when I got there, savoring her beautiful taste.

  After licking her to a thundering orgasm, I looked into her eyes, and we both knew it was time. Taking the lead, Skye contorted herself into a position I didn’t think was possible but which made deep penetration as easy as possible.

  “Is that comfortable?” I asked, tilting my head slightly.

  “Completely,” she replied.

  That was all I needed to hear. I got up onto the bed and eased down inside her, the position helping more than a little. Skye reached out one hand, using the other to hold her ankles in place, and squeezed my wrists encouragingly as I pumped her tight little pussy with my big cock, her delicate walls squeezing me in response as I pleasured her.

  I worked up gradually from short gentle thrusts to ones that were faster and harder, without getting to the point of actually pounding her. She moaned her approval, cumming hard as I came hard, flooding her with my seed.

  Skye came down out of the position, her cheeks adorably flushed. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her, feeling her heartbeat under my hand.

  Before long, she managed to rally and shifted into a spooning position, pushing her lovely ass right up against my still hard cock. Understanding what she wanted, I took her in my arms, basking in her warmth, and slid my cock back into her. A bit bolder now, she moved with me, giving almost as well as she got as I pumped her fast enough to give her a body shaking orgasm.

  “Want to try something, pet?” I asked. “It’s a bit new but could be really fun?”

  “Okay, what is it?”

  I reached down and pressed two fingers against her asshole, making her rise and gasp, though not in discomfort.

  “I want to try putting it in there.”

  “Okay,” she said, a delicious little shudder running through her.

  Still holding her tight, I reached over to the drawer and got out the lube. Ideally, I would have had a butt plug or even the vibrator to get her ready, but I also knew other ways to do that.

  Setting down the bottle within reach, I used both hands to stretch her asshole, like I had done in the past while spanking her. Skye moaned enthusiastically and I knew she liked it. It only stood to reason, really. The ass is really rich in nerve endings so, when it was done right, anal play could be really fun.

  When she was relaxed, I put some lube on my finger and traced gently around her asshole, making her shudder and hum in pleasure. All good things for getting her prepared.

  Once she was ready, I put more lube on my finger and pushed the tip against her asshole. With gradual progress, I got it all the way in, her asshole squeezing my finger before relaxing. After cleaning us both off with wet wipes, I added more lube to her asshole, and then I did the same to my cock and pressed the head up against her.

  “Stop me if it hurts, even a little,” I said.

  “Yes, Master.”

  I held her tight and kissed the back of her neck as I started to push in, getting the head all the way in before Skye made her first moan. I stopped immediately, giving her time to adjust. It was a similar process as when I took her vaginal virginity, only a bit easier in some ways, because she was more used to me now.

  She shivered as I continued to push in, as if the pleasure was almost more than she knew how to handle. It was a new place for her and was clearly leading to some new discoveries.

  To my surprise, I was almost halfway in before she stopped me. I halted immediately, holding her as she shivered again.

  When she was ready for more, I started to move, rocking my cock gently in and out of her tight little asshole, holding her tight as I did so, her moans louder and more plentiful than ever before, letting me know just how much she was enjoying it.

  I never even tried to go deeper, though the pace did pick up a little, partly at Skye’s insistence. My sweet little pet began to cum at the same time as I did. I was rubbing her clit and her massive orgasm started up just as I got ready to blast a powerful load right into her asshole.

  Fool that I was, I tried to pull out then, but Skye was having none of it. Reaching back and grabbing my cock, holding it inside her ass as she continued to tremble and shake, her first ass-gasm turning into a multiple, she said, “No, please stay in me.”

  “Yes, my pet,” I told her, feeling my own orgasm coming on strong. “I’ll keep my big cock crammed in your tight little asshole as I cum in you.”

  “Thank you, Master,” she said, sounding truly grateful.

  Eventually she released me, allowing me to pull out and clean us both down with ever more wet wipes from the seemingly endless box.

  Skye turned around in my embrace, kissing me with all the passion and love she had in her heart.

  I was so glad to have her back in my bed.

  And back in my life.

  And even more glad that she was having my baby.

  “Marry me,” I suddenly said, almost as if it was a command that I was giving her as a Dom. “I’ve picked out the biggest ring for you. I just have to go get it. But I can’t wait any more. I want to know you’ll be not only the mother of my child but also my wife.”

  “Yes,” she said, happy tears rolling down her cheeks. “I will!”

  This was the first time I had ever been truly 100% content in my entire life.

  I held her close and kissed her back as we drifted into the gathering night together.

  Epilogue - Skye

  Christmas weddings were surprisingly not very popular. As far as I knew, the tradition was for the Spring or even the Summer, at least partly due to outdoor ceremonies or receptions that everyone wanted to have.

  A bride in a parka just wouldn’t look right, no matter how nice it was. Neither of us wanted a church wedding but it was basically the only way to get married in December on very late notice, outside of the registry office, which wouldn’t hold enough guests.

  We compromised with a former church which had since been turned into a music conservatory that allowed rentals for events. Boat captains only had vested powers while actually at sea, so a justice of the peace was sourced to conduct the ceremony, after a bit of explanation as to the hows and whys.

  “How you doing?” Inga asked, looking simply ravishing in her maid of honor dress.

  It appeared I had made a friend at my new job, after all. Now that I was there permanently and she was my boss, I looked forward to a happy future at work. I missed Simon but I knew he liked his new gig a lot better and I was happy for him, too.

  Inga told me that my suspicions had been right – Amber had been the one to report me. The investigation had found no improprieties, so Simon hadn’t had to leave, after all, but he— and Inga— were both glad he had, since it had worked out better for both of them that way.

  As for Amber, well, let’s just say her temporary contract wasn’t renewed. I didn’t have to deal with her nosiness and vengeful attitude anymore.

  “Only slightly terrified, while also really excited.”

  “Good,” Inga said, putting her hands on my shoulders, the warm, furry wedding dress I was wearing to protect me from the winter elements covering pretty much everything. “Go get ‘em.”

 
; With a deep, cleansing breath, I set out to do just that. It was my big day, and I was going to savor it.

  I’d peeked out from the front hall, so I could see but no one could see me, to prevent Simon from being able to catch a peek at my dress. Things were going so well, and I didn’t want to risk any bad luck.

  As I walked the aisle, a very flourish version of Fleur De Lis coming from the organ, my gaze fell on the two empty seats that had been reserved for my parents. An old pain came rising up again. Like the Old Ones from the deep dark sea.

  They should have been happy I was getting married. It had been reinforced time and again that my only value was as someone’s wife. That was one of many things I no longer believed.

  I wasn’t sure if I really expected them to come, or even if I had hoped they would, for Noelle’s sake— that was what we had decided to call the child growing in my belly, which I somehow felt was a girl— as much as mine.

  Ironically, it was more than likely the fact that I’d dared to get pregnant out of wedlock that really put them off. I would miss them in a way but was also relieved that it was over. I no longer had to worry about whether they would ever accept me as I really was. Simon accepted and loved me, and that was all that mattered.

  Speaking of Simon, my Not-So-Secret Santa stood on the stage under the portable flower arch, in a handsome tuxedo. He smiled at me, looking just as happy to be starting married life with me as I was with him.

  I’d been writing like mad during these past few days, actually getting my novel done finally, Simon using his magic to get his bosses at Bat & Bell interested. His parents were great and lived close to us, on the west side. They said they’d be happy to take Noelle while we were at our day jobs, after my maternity leave ended.

  My future was set, and I proudly walked into it and down the aisle, the huge ring that Simon had bought me on my finger, matching my expensive earrings and perfume. The lingerie would come in handy later, for our honeymoon.

  The organ stopped and I stepped up, my comically long bridal train trailing behind me, to meet my gorgeous future as Skye Del Rey.