Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection
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Me either.
Who did you get?
Ann.
Nice.
Usually, yeah.
I’ve been thinking about you.
Ditto.
I feel the same, I think.
You do?
Yeah, and I want us to be together.
Me too!
I got that impression. I want that too, but I’m not sure I’m ready.
Why?
I think you can do better, to be honest. I need to take it one step at a time.
Okay.
It was hard to admit, even to myself, at least saying out loud, but I figured honesty was the best way to go. If we were going to have a relationship, I wanted it to be based on trust as much as possible.
The rest of the day went whipping right by. It was amazing how a good mood could affect your perception of time. When the clock struck five, I was up and putting on the coat of my borrowed suit, taking my MP3 player from the pocket. Before I could blast my brains with the best and most beastly of heavy metal, however, another hand of friendship was extended. Though not before knocking on the open door of my broom-closet of an office.
“Hey.”
“Ann,” I said, surprised to see her.
“Now you're getting’ it,” she said with a wink.
I laughed. “I’ve always been a fast learner.”
“So, I’ve noticed. We’re going down to the café if you want to come along.”
“Who’s we?”
“Well, me, Russ, Liam, Hayley, and Leo.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, secretly afraid I might have run into Charlotte before I was ready.
I was glad to have gotten everything out in the open, but I wasn’t quite sure I was ready to see her in the flesh just yet. There being a real risk that I might see more of her flesh than I might have bargained for, not sure I could resist the urge to rip her clothes off and fuck her where she stood. Likely safer to avoid contact just for the moment.
The delicious smells at the café accosted my senses and broke my resolve, forcing me to at least try one of the gargantuan cinnamon buns. My only consolation being that Ann was buying and the bun really was terrific.
“How are the kids?” Liam asked, almost as soon as we had sat down.
“Growing,” Russ gushed, getting out his phone.
That simple question set off an avalanche of anecdotes about domestic bliss. The more I heard, the more I thought about it. I knew that was what I wanted with Charlotte. I could even imagine what our kids might look like.
“You look deep in thought,” Ann said, brushing me gently with her elbow.
“Hmm?” I asked, snapping back to reality.
Ann sighed and shook her head. “Just go to her already. Put you both out of your misery.”
“Here, here,” Liam said, clapping.
“Seconded,” Russ concurred.
“Go for it, bro,” Hayley said, putting her hand on mine.
I knew they were right. I had to take the chance. I owed it to Charlotte and myself.
Epilogue - Charlotte
I couldn’t keep from fidgeting, an old habit that had come back with a vengeance. My only real comfort was that my nervous stutter hadn’t come along with it. That would have been a bit too much.
I tried to keep my mind off of things, mostly with music. Hoping I hadn’t misjudged the situation. I hadn’t seen Jacob for five days since our text exchange and was starting to wonder if maybe I should have approached him face to face. I wanted to respect his need for space, but I also ached to see him, in both my heart and my pussy.
The knock on my office door actually made me jump. Settling my heartbeat, though not daring to hope, I turned toward my closed door.
“Come in,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
I might have been imagining things, but I could have sworn I recognized Jacob’s knock by its rhythm. Turns out, I was right, and in came Jacob with a dozen red roses. My breath caught in my throat, and I could already feel the tears pricking under my eyes.
“Charlotte?”
“Yes?” I asked, my voice already wavering.
“Will you move in with me?”
I didn’t mean to, but I nearly knocked him over. He clearly hadn’t seen the hug coming. Then again, neither did I. The passionate kiss that followed it was a lot more mutual.
“Shall I take that as I yes?” Jacob asked, beaming.
“Yes!” I nearly screamed, the tears already starting to roll, as we kissed again, this time with lots of tongue.
“Yep,” Jacob said, out of nowhere as he pulled back.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He wrapped his right arm around my waist, lifted me up, and twirled me around.
I couldn’t help kissing him again. If it wasn’t for the possibility of being discovered, I would have bent over the desk right then and there.
****
For some reason, I had assumed that when we moved into Jacob’s beautiful apartment together, it would become a sort of love nest that would see us fucking like rabbits. Apparently, he hadn’t been kidding when he talked about taking things slow. He barely touched me the first week or so, outside the occasional hug or kiss. Some part of him, apparently, was not able to give himself over entirely.
Then, one day, while setting the table for supper after a particularly rough day, he took me from behind while I was bent over the table. He yanked down my yoga pants and pounded my needy, aching pussy until I screamed with joy.
Things don’t usually go the way you plan, but frequently, what happens instead is the good stuff. I was working in my office that morning, pussy still tinging from the pumping he had given me in the shower that morning when Jacob showed up again, roses in hand.
“Again,” I asked, half joking as he lay the roses on the desk.
Much to my surprise, Jacob got down on one knee. I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn’t asleep.
“The last six months have been the best of my life,” he said, taking a small black box out of his pocket, “and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” He opened the box revealing a gorgeous blue diamond in a white gold setting. “Will you marry me, Charlotte?”
“Say yes!” said everyone on the floor yelled in unison as they peeked in my doorway.
Ignoring them, I took out the small black box I had in my pocket and opened it in a similar manner.
“Back at ya.”
“Yes!” we both said in unison, before laughing and kissing.
****
We had been engaged about a month before I noticed I wasn’t having my period. Hoping I might be pregnant, I made an appointment with the doctor, not really trusting a store-bought test to deliver such news.
I sat on the exam table in the tiny gown, my mind swimming with a million different thoughts. I really wasn’t sure if we were ready for a baby, but I was also thrilled by the idea. Especially since we were living together and about to get married. It seemed perfect.
“I’m not sure if this is good news,” Doctor Park said, “but you are definitely pregnant.”
I smiled all the way home. It didn’t really matter if we weren’t ready because it was happening. And really, who is ever prepared for kids? All doubts were wiped from my mind, leaving only happiness and excitement for a potential future.
Jacob was still on the couch when I got home. From what I could tell, he hadn’t moved since I had left. “Well?” he asked, standing up.
Too overcome with emotion to form a coherent sentence, I just nodded, my eyes feeling wet.
“Hey.”
He embraced me tightly as I cried tears of joy into his shoulder. Jacob did his best to console me, gently rubbing my back. I settled down, and he released me holding me out at arm's length. I didn’t see the kiss coming, but it was exactly what I needed at the moment and did not hesitate to return his affections.
My jeans and panties were off as soon as I hit the bed. Jacob dropped to his knees and buried his head between my thighs. It felt so good to have him down there again and not just because of the pleasure that went coursing through my body. It seemed right somehow, and I had really missed him and what he was able to do to me. He licked me to a screaming orgasm.
I helped Jacob back to his feet and carefully undid his pants, hauling out his hard cock, already warm and rigid in my hand. Giving it several long loving strokes that made him moan long and deep, I slipped as much as I could take into my mouth and gently began to suck. Closing my eyes with relief at the warm comfort of his hard, hot cock in my mouth. Working his shaft with my hand and my lips, making sure wet both before starting, I rotated my tongue around his head, making him want to cum in no time. Though as I had learned, with Jacob, wanting to cum and actually doing it were two very different things. I perceive right, however, and eventually, he gave up his cum, unloading a massive torrent into my mouth, which I swallowed down with pride.
My pussy was already taken care of by his beautiful tongue, but there was something else that I knew he liked and was eager to try again. Without a word being said by either of us, I turned over on to all fours, making it clear what I wanted.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Please,” I begged, wanting it with all my heart and soul.
Using his tongue to get my asshole ready, fingering my pussy at the same time actually making me cum again, Jacob got knelt on the foot of the bed. The end of the mattress sagged with his added weight. He pressed the hot head of his cock against my relaxed asshole.
Carefully, he eased it in, getting in just past the head before he stopped. Leaning over to kiss the back of my neck, he put a hand on my hip and started to move, making me vibrate with pleasure for the second of what would turn out to be thousands of times in the coming years.
He started to move faster, pulling in and out of my ass. The rippling sensations made me shake and pant. Each of his movements made me feel tighter until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I came, my whole-body quivering. My ass milked his cock, making my love come as well. He grunted and leaned forward, not so much as to crush me, but enough to let me feel his comforting weight.
We were fully connected at that moment, and I knew it was fate. We were meant to find each other. Our relationship was meant to be real and last forever.
THE END
Under Cupid’s Contract
Quarantined with My Boss on Valentine’s Day
Love Under Lockdown, Book 25
A series of standalone quarantine romance books.
Copyright © 2021 Jamie Knight Romance.
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Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
Chapter One - Vega
Even for a perpetual optimist, someone who always looks on the bright side of things, it was still important to know when you were beat. The sleek German device grinned at me, mocking me thoroughly as I removed the filter and dumped it in the trash. I sighed and yanked the plug from the wall in annoyance, feeling a little surge of bitter satisfaction as its lights went out.
I may have been outsmarted by my new coffee maker, but unplugging the beast and stuffing it back into the box made me feel like maybe I won the war.
After packing up the machine, I carefully closed the bag of overpriced coffee. I’d only used a bit from the top and the bag could be resealed, so no one would ever know it had been opened. Which was only right considering how much the small black bag of home-roast had cost, even online. The general expense was the primary reason I couldn’t have nice things.
If nothing else, I’d have a present for my best friend Maya. No way she would let some complex coffee-making machine bedevil her. My culinary training was of a more traditional sort. Printed instructions, in both English and German, not required.
The caffeine gift would have to wait until around next Christmas, though, considering her birthday fell on December 24th. Not that one would know that the season had well and truly passed. The holly was still very much jolly on large portions of my street.
It was reaching a point where it was downright comical to still be seeing all the twinkling lights and snowmen, but some Californians were gung-ho. Even with the kick-off of the festive season creeping threateningly close to Halloween, some just didn’t seem to be able to let go of the holiday season. I’d be the first to admit that egg nog was among the top ten inventions ever, but I just got a case lot and froze it. None of the other Yuletide trappings required, come January 10th. Maybe it was some kind of strange compensation for the total lack of snow.
In spite of my defeat, I tried to put on a brave face. Stowing the recycled bag of trend back in the coffee cupboard, I accepted my terrible fate and brought the jumbo jug of instant coffee crystals to the counter. The steam flew like a white flag as the stove top kettle blew. I consoled myself with the fact that instant coffee was better than no coffee at all.
Once the caffeine had perked me up enough to function, I headed for my closet. The clothes inside stood like soldiers awaiting inspection. Not identical, but near enough that it was hard to tell them apart on first sight. Simple, subdued, black and white. Selecting the most sensible suit I could spy, I shook out of my P.J.s and slithered into the silk-lined wool.
It only took spilling coffee on a white shirt once for me to want to take every precaution, so it didn’t happen again. Even if it did feel a bit silly. I’d been working from home for nearly a year. Yet, I’d kept up my old routine, like I still had an office job. Which, sadly, hadn’t been the case for about three months.
It wasn’t a case of old habits dying hard, though they absolutely did, as much as mindset. Attitude wasn’t everything, but it could make a difference. Act like you have a job, and you won’t feel unemployed. Even if an unemployment check was the only real income you saw.
The angels sang, the room filling with light as laptop came to life. Bluetooth headphones filling my skull with music, I set about the labors of the day, hopeful in heart but steely in determination.
Scrolling through the want ads felt a little like some sort of digital treadmill, each of the listings scrolling by, most unnoticed, until they all became part of the same repeated blur. My finger on the scroll wheel was getting quite the workout. It sadly reminded me of the last time I’d tried online dating in a desperate attempt to break my lengthy dry spell.
I knew I wasn’t the hottest fox on the planet, but it wasn’t like mirrors shattered when I passed or anything. I had a pretty enough face, and while I’d never been happy with the size of my waist, it was accompanied by a decently sized bust and hips.
Yet, alone I remained. It felt a little pathetic to still be not just single, but a virgin, two weeks shy of my 25th birthday.
It felt very much like I’d left no stone unturned in my relentless search, for either love or for a new job. Except that there was always another stone.
A growing sense of pessimism gnawed inside my skull, threatening to greatly darken my mood. A change could be as good as a break, so I switched gears, and windows, over to my email. Hoping for a distraction, but never suspecting what I would actually find there that fateful morning.
It wasn’t the first time. If it was, I doubted I would have recognized the type so readily. Still, there was no mistaking the top message in my inbox.
The response was from Boucher Books. The biggest small press publisher on the west coast. What they lacked in print runs they made up for in mystique. There was never a book that their company released that didn’t garner instant critical acclaim.
That kind of hype, combined with the scarcity of copies, ensured the company sold out of every book they chose to print. Numbers which
looked very good for their overall standing. Like filmmakers who booked the smallest screening room at Cannes so they could boast their showing sold-out.
While based on a template, the missive was surprisingly personal. Unlike any form letter I’d ever seen.
But in spite of that piquing my intrigue, the most interesting part of the email came in the later stages. Particularly the bit about wanting me to start immediately. As in that day, that instant. The exact wording was ‘at your convenience,’ but I’d been around long enough to know that basically meant ‘as soon as you’re able.’
The second most interesting part, at least to me, was that the letter appeared to have been composed by Hugo Boucher himself. It could sometimes be hard to tell with electronic communications. The signatures were just the same kind of text as the rest of the message. Anyone could have filled in the name. Except there were little quirks. A odd sentence structure here, speaking of someone for whom English was not their first language, and a typo there, that spoke of human intention.
I was able, and almost frighteningly willing, getting onto the company website within seconds and signing up for every group, mailing list and assignment they currently had on offer, before the minutes on the clock hand changed twice
It didn’t mean I would get every project I signed up for. It was mostly likely a candidate system. Everyone in that department who was interested signing up and then, whoever was in charge of the project, picking who they thought was best. It was a system I knew well, and tended to cope with, by way of the shotgun approach. It was a decent way of statistically raising my chances of get at least something that I might want.
Curiosity tugged. As I waited to hear back about which projects, if any, I’d been assigned, my mind drifted to the inciting email. I’d only managed to get my hands on one of Boucher’s books, and an electronic version at that. I was happy to get anything of course, but his seemed the kind of work to be held and experienced viscerally.