Expecting him to devour her again, he instead frowned. “Huh.”
“What is it?”
“Keep your legs spread, sweetheart.” He told her. He rose from the bed to get a flashlight from the nightstand. She quickly shut her legs.
“Landon! What the hell?”
“Look, I have to see something. It’s nothing bad, I think. But I want to be sure.” He explained, flicking on the other lights in the room. She hurriedly crawled under the blanket and he sighed.
“Sweetheart, not that. I promise there’s a good reason why I have this,” he said, holding up the flashlight.
Her eyes were huge. “Landon, you know you don’t have to convince me so much to get into the kinky stuff with you but I’m going to beat your ass if you put that thing inside me! That’s massive!”
“I’m not. I promise. But there’s something I need to see. I promise this isn’t kinky.”
He looked serious. Regina sat up. “You promise it’s nothing bad?”
“Well, objectively, I don’ think it is. But I have to make sure I saw what I did, sweetheart.” He flicked on the flashlight and aimed it toward her. “Regina? Please? I need you to get rid of the blanket and to spread your legs.”
Still unsure but trusting him, she put the blanket away. Landon knelt at the foot of the bed and dragged her legs toward it before instructing her to fold and spread them. “Just relax,” he urged her, kneeling between her legs. He aimed the flashlight toward her vagina and his fingers spread her open.
“It’s just as I thought,” he murmured. “Regina?”
“Yes?” She asked, unsure of what to make of his words. He wasn’t smiling at all.
“When was your last period?”
She tried to count back. But the math eluded her with images of work, Landon, and more work and more Landon getting in the way. Frowning, she stammered, “I guess when we had that weekend at Willow Peak? Why?”
“That’s over six weeks ago. You’re late,” he said, turning off the flashlight and getting to his feet. He ran a hand through his hair and she noticed it was trembling.
“Late? What do you mean?” She asked, sitting up. He sat down beside her.
“You’re late,” he told her gently, putting an arm around her shoulders. As his meaning sank in, he added, “Your cervical mucosa is bluish, sweetheart.”
“Huh?” She asked faintly, blinking at him.
Landon kissed her on the forehead and hugged her tightly. “You’re pregnant.”
“I’m what?”
“Sweetheart, I know it’s a surprise and we’ve been using contraception-” Landon started to reassure her. As he spoke, his face suddenly distorted right before her eyes and his easy, sexy drawl turned into a dull drone. Feeling herself chilled and sweating, she squinted at him.
He stared at her now, realizing she wasn’t taking the news well. “Regina?” He sounded worried. “Sweetheart?”
“I think I’m going to faint,” she groaned, her voice sounding disembodied to her ears before slumping in his arms.
Chapter Nine
If not for Landon’s assurances, Regina would be a lot more worried about being pregnant for the first time at forty years old. He had to ban her from Googling ‘pregnancy risks for geriatrics,’ reasoning that while there was a lot of legit stuff online, there was also as much bullshit, maybe more. The best sources for anything regarding pregnancy and having a baby were the classics and, in his own words, “doctors who understand women and pregnant women, pregnant women, and anyone who’s had a baby and raising them.” Their Lamaze class led them to support groups geared toward Regina’s concerns. He also encouraged her to follow her instinct and not be pressured to conform to anything if she felt in any way uncomfortable. “You may not think it because you’re too scared and too worried but when you feel you’re right about something, more often than not, you are,” he advised her.
As planned, they got married the weekend following their dinner at Lily. Landon had to fess up to Luke about the pregnancy because the old man nearly had a heart attack finding out that they wanted a quickie wedding in Canada. Known for being traditional and conservative to a fault, he reluctantly acquiesced but absolutely refused to wear a casual suit to the ceremony. Thus, in the photos, while Landon and Regina beamed happily in their matching black leather jackets, him in dark jeans and her in a denim mini-skirt and Doc Martens, Brantley with his scruffy beard and Katie with her oxygen-sucking tight jeans, Luke Stewart was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo. He was also unsmiling in most of the photos, but the one where his frank disapproval was most obvious was with Katie pretending to bite Landon in the ear and Brantley at Regina’s feet, kissing her leg. He reserved his smile for only one, which he insisted to have only with Regina.
Landon and Regina stayed for four days in Canada. They didn’t leave the suite, nor was room service and housekeeping allowed inside. When they checked out, the hotel staff was torn between shock and amusement at the assortment of empty lubes and torn underwear left behind. The suite was also out of commission for a few days because of the thick, lingering smell of sex.
They lived in Regina’s apartment first. Landon’s place had three rooms, but they were not suited to accommodate another person, let alone a baby. With every room and area finished, they incorporated each other’s furniture and taste, resulting in a moving day that was significantly less stressful than the usual.
Regina counted herself lucky that aside from a husband who knew his way around the female body in ways both amazing and scientific, Landon was also a pillar of support and strength. She did tease him that he had an ulterior motive for encouraging her to speak to him about how she was feeling regarding her pregnancy. She switched between outrageously craving food to being horrendously sick from it, cursed the deities for the heat and her clown feet but was pleased to learn about cleavage for the first time. The one thing that was constant was her libido. Between burrito with extra beef and sour cream and having sex with Landon, spicy Chinese food and having sex with Landon, resting and having sex with Landon, she almost always chose having sex with Landon.
A week before the due date, they were lying on their sides, she moaning at every delicious thrust of his dick in her vagina. She held his hand to her breast, now a full, heavy creamy mound crowned with dark pink, very fat nipples. He bit her on the ear as she squealed her release, bliss spreading across her flushed face at the familiar rush of his semen flooding her vagina. He groaned. The rocking motions of their bodies softened until they were still, panting and very satisfied.
“God, how I love you,” she gasped, pulling his hand from her breast to kiss it. She felt him smiled behind her.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he kissed her on the shoulder and snuggled closer.
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