by Caz May
"I can't believe it. I'm gonna be a Dad!"
Her grin has gone, her face now showing sadness at my excitement.
"Savannah? What's wrong?"
She pulls away from me, sitting down at the table, shaking her head.
“I'm happy Hunter, but I'm scared."
"Scared of what?” Tears are stinging her cheeks.
"I'm scared it Dante's."
I kneel on the floor in front of her, grabbing her left hand in mine and kissing her engagement ring.
With a finger I lift her chin up for her to meet my eyes with hers.
"Even if it is, I'll be here for both of you and love you both no matter what."
"But what if the baby looks like him?"
"Let's not worry about that now, ok? Let's just be happy you're pregnant."
"Ok," she says, kissing me softly, smiling against my lips before she pulls away.
"I'm pregnant Hunter. I'm pregnant,” she says excitedly.
"Yeah I know. We're having a baby!" I say matching her excited tone.
Lifting her t-shirt up I kiss her belly and she giggles at the sensation of my lips on her skin. Standing up I bend down and kiss her hair.
"How about we head to the bedroom and celebrate?" I say, winking at her and licking my lips.
She stands up, giggling and presses a hungry kiss to my lips.
"That sounds like a good plan, I'm so fucking horny."
"I think I can help with that,” I tease with a laugh. I’m happy to have my gorgeous teasing fiancee back.
I grab her around the waist, pulling her body closer and kissing her hard.
Things lately have definitely been a whirlwind, but I’ve never been happier.
(55) Addison
As soon as Savannah came into the hospital and I'd looked at the symptoms she was presenting I knew she was pregnant.
It broke my heart.
It took all my strength to not cry when I congratulated her, looking at how excited she was and the glistening of the engagement ring on her finger.
She had everything I wanted.
She had Hunter, and she was pregnant most likely with his baby.
I sensed her hesitation that it was her ex-husbands child but getting her blood test results proved otherwise.
I needed to question her more as her answers the day she came in didn't make sense.
Calling her would be the hardest call I'd ever have to make in my career.
She is pregnant to the man I’m desperately in love with.
~ ~
I dial her number, partly hoping she won't answer.
“Hello,” she says so sweetly I feel like bursting into tears.
"Hello Savannah. It's Doctor Yorke."
I hate being so formal but there’s no way I’m going to get through this phone call without trying to maintain a professional tone.
"I'm calling to inform you of your blood results."
"Yes. Are they good? Can you tell how many weeks I am?"
"Yes, your numbers are great. Your blood HCG level is 105 which puts you around four weeks or so."
"Oh my gosh, really?” she asks excitedly, driving the pain further into my heart.
"Yes, Savannah I don't mean to pry but can I ask you something?"
"Um I guess."
"Were you worried about how far along you'd be because of the situation with your ex-husband?"
I can't bring myself to say rape. It’s too callous and too painful.
"Yes, because I hadn't gotten a proper period."
"Did you have any bleeding around that time?"
"Yes, but I thought it was from what happened."
It’s clear to me that her bleeding then was a period and that means the baby is Hunter's.
I can feel tears in my eyes and audibly sniff them back.
"Well, Savannah I believe that may have actually been your period returning. Our bodies can get a bit mixed up after a miscarriage."
"I didn't know that, but thank you. So when do I come in for an ultrasound?"
"We like to see you around six weeks to confirm the dates so in approximately two weeks. A nurse will call you to schedule a time."
"Thank you. And Addison are you ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Congratulations again. Bye."
I hastily end the call before she can respond or hear the tears that are streaming down my cheeks. She’s having Hunter's baby. She’s able to give him everything and he loves her.
He'd always wanted a family and when he proposed to me my rejection wasn't as vindictive as he thought.
I did it for him, because I couldn't give him what he wanted, but being away from him I missed him and just wanted him back in my life.
I'd hoped that just me and my love would be enough, but it wasn't.
My stomach clinches and I pound my fist against the desk.
It isn't fair.
I’m startled by a knock on my office door.
Zane opens it and a worried look crosses his face when he looks at me.
“Addison, are you ok? You look like someone died?"
"Yeah me."
"Sorry what?" he asks crossing the office and standing at the side of my desk with a hand on his hip. He isn't wearing his scrubs, but a white button down shirt open a little too far, and black slacks with a black belt that sits low on his hips, hugging his legs.
I've never seen him look so dapper and it sends heat rising in my cheeks at how gorgeous he looks.
"I...um...feel like a part of me died today."
"How so?"
"Savannah is pregnant."
"And what's that got to do with you?" He asks in a tone that makes my blood boil at how insolent he sounds.
"It's clearly Hunter's."
He leans closer to me, so close I can feel his breath on my cheeks.
"He doesn't love you Addison. Move on,” He whispers, causing goosebumps to rise over my skin.
I have no time to reply before his hands find my cheeks, grabbing them between his palms.
His lips are suddenly on mine in a hungry kiss and I find myself melting into his mouth, his fierce desire filled kiss.
I let out a little moan when his lips part from mine and a panty dropping smirk crosses his lips before he licks them.
"Have a good night Addison. I'll see you tomorrow."
Winking at me seductively he walks out of my office. I touch my lips, still feeling his kiss against them.
Fuck, that was some kiss. And since when has he been so damn gorgeous.
Grabbing my handbag I sling it over my shoulder. It’s time to go home, to have a long hot bath and have a good hard think about my life.
(56) Savannah
Getting off the phone with Addison after she told me the baby is Hunter's has me both excited and confused.
She'd hung up on me, clearly upset, but when Hunter walks through the door moments later I run up to him, wrapping my arms around him.
I lift my head to meet his eyes. “Guess what sexy?"
"I don't know, what?"
"You're going to be a Dad!"
He looks down at me confused, like he’s giving me an I already know this look.
“Addison called me and said I'm about four weeks or so along from my blood test results."
His adorable smile appears on his face, his dimples clearly showing and my heart melts with how much love I have for him.
"So you're telling me that we're having an engagement celebration baby?"
"Seems so,” I say stretching up to kiss him, moving my hands from his back to his neck, pulling his mouth closer to mine.
I seriously love kissing him, it’s like a damn drug that I can't get enough of and being pregnant makes me want him so much more. The heat and desire runs through my body whenever he's near me and all I want is for his body to be pressed against mine, showing me how much he loves me.
Pulling away breathless from the crazy kiss, he muses, “I love you Savannah."
"I love you too baby daddy.
"
Laughing he says, "Cute, I like the sound of that."
He pulls away to go make a coffee.
I’m pondering asking him about Addison's reaction but don't want to upset him, but at the same time I want to know what would make her so upset other than the obvious, plus I don't like there being any secrets between us.
"Hey baby daddy, can I ask you something?"
“Anything," He muses, a slight smile cornering his mouth.
I grab him from behind, whilst he’s waiting for the kettle to boil.
"Would there be any reason, other than the obvious one, that would make Addison deeply upset that I'm having your baby?"
He turns in my arms, cupping my cheeks between his palms and kissing my nose.
"Um...maybe but what does it matter?"
"It doesn't really. But she just seemed really upset."
"Yeah I don't know, baby."
He shakes his head and I get the sense he doesn't want to tell me something about their relationship.
"Hunter you're not telling me something."
He kisses my forehead. “You’re right baby, but it's not my place to tell you."
"Huh?"
"Forget it. It's not important,” he snaps, seeming upset that I’d asked.
I want to push it further but don't want him angry at me. Still I blurt out my next sentence without thinking, "If it's not important then why do I get the feeling me asking you has made you upset."
He slams his coffee cup on the counter.
Fuck, I’ve struck a nerve.
"I don't want to talk about it ok?"
“Um..ok…sorry," I say my chest hitching at him raising his voice at me. It’s out of character for him, and it’s a little scary.
I feel hurt too that he’s shutting me out and I need to make it better.
"Sorry baby. Come here,” he says apoplectically.
He holds his arms out towards me and I close the gap between hugging him.
“I just want to focus on the future please,” he states not really as a question.
Taking a step back from him I reply, "Me too. And our future is growing inside me."
He laughs, lifting up my shirt and kissing my belly.
His eyes then focus on mine and he kisses me hungrily, his fingers finding the hem of my t-shirt.
Breaking the kiss he pulls my t-shirt over my head, before kissing my belly again; his kisses edging higher to kiss my breasts over the lace of my bra.
Murmuring with a hint of cheekiness in his tone he says, "I'm looking forward to these getting bigger.”
He practically moans as he takes a nipple in his mouth through the lace.
His lips on my skin set it on fire and I moan as the pleasure rushes through me. His kisses reach my neck, his tongue licking my neck, sucking and tasting my skin.
My moans continue, increasing when I feel his erection against my belly.
"Hunter, please...take me now."
He responds to my plea, kissing me fiercely, running his tongue along my lips, urging me to open up to him.
Melting against him, I let out a moan, letting the pleasure overtake me.
"Oh Savannah, you drive me wild,” he murmurs against my lips.
Breaking away from our kiss, he grabs me around the waist, to turn me around and lift me up onto the kitchen counter.
Pressing another fierce kiss to my lips, he reaches down to touch my throbbing body through the lace of my knickers.
"Savannah, you're so fucking wet."
My cheeks flush when he lets out a moan.
"Its hot as, baby."
"Mmm..." I muse, softly fumbling with his belt to undo it.
He whispers into my ear, "Let me help you with that."
I giggle, watching as he slides his fly down and discards his jeans and boxers at once. His erection is full and ready.
"Please Hunter. I need you,” I say raspy, locking my eyes on his.
His fingers graze the edge of my knickers before he plunges them down the floor to my ankles.
His dick is now at my entrance, the tip teasing me.
My hands ran up and down his chest under his t-shirt, towards his hips.
"What do you want Savannah?" he teases, his eyes locked on mine still, the love and desire evident in his dark blue irises.
"You. Inside. Me,” I say breathless.
With a passionate kiss, he thrusts into my body and I grab his butt, pushing him deeper inside me. Maybe it’s just being pregnant, but it feels like every thrust is taking me to new heights of pleasure.
His hands grab my hips, to steady me as I meet his thrusts.
"Oh Savannah, fuck,” he screams out.
"Hunter, I'm gonna come...Oh fuck...I'm gonna come so hard."
He kisses me again, hard and passionately, thrusting harder as my orgasm overtakes me.
Breathless I pull back and collapse against his chest, feeling his dick throb in me as his climax fills me.
Stepping back, he grabs his pants from around his ankles, pulling them up before he kisses me softly.
"That was hot Savannah."
"Mmm...we should fight more often.” I laugh jumping off the counter and pulling my knickers up.
He’s just looking at me, the silence between us electric.
"I love you,” he muses, pulling me into his embrace again.
Still embracing me he kisses my hair, whispering, “I can't wait to have this baby with you."
"Me too. But I guess we will have to postpone the wedding now? I don't want to be a pregnant bride."
"You'd be beautiful no matter what, but we can wait."
I’m still a little confused about why he'd shut down when I’d asked about Addison being upset, but really I’m overwhelming happy and for the first time in ages I feel like I deserve to be happy.
"Hunter?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"We should go and see Mum to tell her our two pieces of news."
"Yeah most definitely,” he says happily.
Stepping back I touch my belly, looking directly at him.
"Maybe when we go to my ultrasound in a couple of weeks."
He puts his hand over mine on my belly and my heart pounds, feeling the love and amazing connection between us that has created the baby growing inside me.
"That sounds wonderful,” he says smiling wide and making my insides melt.
I love him so fucking much.
~ ~
Hunter is like a kid in a candy shop, walking into the hospital with me clutching my hand. The last two weeks since finding out I’m pregnant he’s been so sweet, showering me with affection, not letting me lift a finger to do anything. The nausea is still plaguing me though, but it isn't anywhere near as bad as the first few weeks, so thankfully I hadn't needed to return to the hospital other than walking in now for the first ultrasound.
At the desk, Hunter pulls me to his side, greeting the nurse rudely, "Marg, we're here for Savannah's ultrasound and I don't give a fuck what you say I'm going in with her."
Marg looks at him with a scowl. “There’s no need to swear Hunter Mackenney. You are the father of the child yes?"
He smiles, full dimpled, showing his elation when he replies, "Yes Marg I am the father."
He squeezes my waist when he says father and it makes me feel like melting.
"Then you're welcome to be in the room with Ms Galison."
He sighs and whispers in my ear, "Mrs Mackenney sounds better."
I touch my hand to my heart, kissing his cheek and I say, "In my heart I am, but not officially."
Marg breaks our moment. "Doctor Yorke will be out soon. Take a seat."
Great! Doctor Yorke again. Why does she have to be the local obstetrician?
Sitting on the hard waiting room chairs, Hunter puts his arm around my shoulder.
"Scared baby?" he asks.
"A little, but i'm sure everything will be fine."
"Yeah I hope so."
He kisses my cheek softly, just
as the tension in the room shifts when Addison enters the waiting area.
"Ms Galison, follow me."
She doesn't even address Hunter and he looks a little upset, but still he stands up, taking my hand in his. His grip is possessive, which excites me a little as it shows I’m his.
We follow Addison towards a private room, the whole time she’s giving him an evil looking scowl. She holds the door open for me to enter and I pull Hunter in with me quickly as it looks like she was going to shut the door in his face.
I feel anger rising in my chest at her behaviour towards Hunter. I know she’s upset, but he’s my fiancé, the father of my child and I want him here.
As though she knows what I’m thinking she asks, "Do you want Mr Mackenney here for this?"
I laugh at her not calling him ‘Hunter'.
"Yes, of course I want him here."
"Ok, just hop up on the bed then and we can get started."
She doesn't even look at Hunter, turning the ultrasound machine on and wheeling it closer to the bed. Hunter is standing on the left side of the bed, holding my hand tightly in his.
The ultrasound machine makes a beeping sound, and she starts to prepare the wand to begin.
Her actions are so methodical, her face not showing any emotion.
"Can you just lift up your top first?” she asks monotone and emotionless.
“Um..ok," I reply feeling a little angry at her.
Putting the icy gel on my belly she speaks again with no emotion, "I'm not sure if we'll see anything and this might be cold."
Damn right it’s cold, it sends a shiver through me and not of the good kind.
She begins waving the wand over the skin of my belly and it seems like nothing is on the screen.
I have no idea what to look for though. I’ve had so many ultrasounds before and my insides all just look like big blobs of black and white to me.
She stops suddenly. “Um...I...will have to do a vaginal ultrasound instead..."
The room feels claustrophobic all of sudden. She looks up, her eyes meeting Hunter's. There’s something unspoken between them. He’s practically seething and her eyes are full of tears that have started dripping down her cheeks.
"Sorry...I can't do this...give me a minute."
She practically bolts out the door, the tears breaking free the moment she turns away from us.
