I think for a while he was just showing off, like a teenager with his first sports car, but I loved it. We sped around the lake, bouncing and cutting through the waves, the wind whipping through my hair. I never wanted it to stop.
"I'm starving. Let's eat and then I'll pull you around on the tube."
"Ok. Whatever floats your boat."
He rolled his eyes at me with a smile as he brought the boat to a stop. Once he parked us, he showed me where everything was and we made sandwiches. We added chips and water bottles and kicked back, eating under the sun shade as the lake's small waves rocked us.
After we ate he used a pump to blow up a large inner tube with a fabric bottom, and had me climb in. I donned a life-vest and he pulled me around the lake as I bounced behind the boat. I controlled his speed with a thumbs-up to go faster and a thumbs-down to go slower. I was quite aware that had I not just found out I was pregnant, I would have thumbs-up'ed a lot more.
I offered to pull him as well, but smart man that he was, he knew I had absolutely zero experience driving a boat.
"Oh, no. Today is all about you."
We spent the rest of the day relaxing. He pulled us over into a small cove, and we swam in the cold lake water. The town's police helicopter droned overhead once. We smiled and waved, wondering if they were patrolling or if something had happened on the lake and they were headed somewhere we couldn't see from here.
We sunned and swam and generally relaxed, lolling lazy in the water or on the boat. Pretty soon I was hungry again, and we started prepping for dinner. Roger popped open the bottle of wine, offering me a glass.
"Not yet, I'm too sun drunk. Maybe after."
He nodded and kissed me before handing me a small pile of mushrooms to cut up as he started seasoning the steaks.
Dinner was fabulous, all the swimming and sun making me more ravenous than usual. At least I hoped it was the sun. I wasn't ready to be a bottomless pit eating for two just yet.
The steaks were perfect, the sautéed mushrooms a nice addition. He had also brought salad fixings and some kind of dessert he wouldn't show me yet.
After dinner we collapsed the sunshade, the sun drifting lower and lower in the sky, making bright pinks and oranges shoot across the clouds as I tried to get him to tell me what dessert was.
As the stars slowly started popping out above us, Roger asked, "Ready for that glass of wine yet?"
It was time to come clean.
Chapter 37
Telling Roger
"I have a confession to make."
"Uh oh. You hate mushrooms?"
"No, I love mushrooms. It's bigger than that. A lot bigger."
"You're a vegetarian?"
I laughed. "Oh, hell no. Roger, I'm serious. It's pretty big. You may want to sit down."
He corked the wine, and sat close to me, perching on the lid of the cooler.
"The last time you told me something big, it involved a missing woman and swing clubs. It is that big?"
"The last time you sat me down, it involved a kid you didn't know existed." I reminded him, trying not to hyperventilate. I wasn't ready for this relationship to come to its end.
"True, and you were a trooper about it. OK, I'm ready. Shoot."
I took a deep breath, terrified that everything I had ever wanted was going to come crashing down on my head. I rubbed my hands over my face, putting it off one more minute.
"You can tell me anything, really. I don't think anything can surpass what I've already told you. Trust me, please."
I nodded, my head still in my hands, and then looked up at him.
"Remember at the bar? When Kate said I was pregnant and I laughed her off?"
His face whitened, which was quite an accomplishment in the dark, on a boat parked in shadows.
"Yes..." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"She was right. I blew her off because I'm on the pill, but when my period didn't come...I took a pregnancy test on Friday. It was positive."
Roger stared at me, swallowing again and again. His mouth opened a few times, looking like a fish out of water, but for several minutes, no sound came out.
I finally repeated it. "Roger, I don't know how, I mean I know how...but I'm pregnant."
"You're pregnant? As in, you're pregnant?"
"Yes."
My heart raced. The last thing either one of us needed was this. I waited, knowing deep in my gut he was going to stand up soundlessly and drive us to the dock, kicking me out on my pregnant ass.
"You're having a baby?"
"Yes." I answered in single syllables, waiting for it to sink in. At least his reaction wasn't like mine- he didn't immediately run to the side of the boat and puke his guts out.
No, shock was his reaction. He just stared at me, silently, his eyes round and his face white.
Then he smiled. A delusional, insanely wide smile. He stood up, pulling me up with him, and wrapping me in the biggest bear hug I'd ever experienced. He actually started jumping up and down, until the boat started rocking and he realized what he was doing.
He stopped jumping, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. He kissed my lips, drawing my tongue deep into his mouth, and then sucking on it. But he was too excited, he started kissing my cheeks and my neck. He rained kisses on my closed eye lids and on the tip of my nose.
"Marry me. I know it's early, but I've been in love with you since the minute you walked away from me on that first airplane. When my family was disappointed about us not being engaged, I wanted to ask you then. I wanted to tell you I loved you, and I wanted to get down on my knees in the middle of my sister's yard and propose, but I figured you'd say no, that you would think I was nuts. So I took you to Mexico instead. But now, now you are pregnant, and too soon is well, silly. I want you to be my wife, and I want this baby to be born to us married. Say yes, say you will be my wife. Please, I couldn't be happier, really, unless I knew you would both be mine forever."
"You want to marry me? I thought you would dump me."
"Dump you? Oh no. I am so in love with you it's painful. I've tried to keep it toned down, to take things slowly, but I don't see the point now."
He got down on his knees, as the boat slowly rocked underneath us, and said, "Please, do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me. Let me be with you, every day, every minute, as we raise this child and others. Say yes, say you will be my bride."
I looked down on his upturned face, and relief flowed through me. He didn't want to leave me, he wanted me, and this child. I felt my smile answer his before the words ever came out.
"Yes, yes of course I'll marry you."
He stood up, hugging me tight and twirling me around. He placed me back on my feet, his mouth seeking mine. He covered my lips with his, his tongue diving inside, tasting me, kissing me, full of love and passion.
"Come, let me make love to you, my fiancé. My love."
He guided me under the boat, into the cuddy cabin, where we made out in the rainstorm, in the parking lot of the county fair, not so very long ago.
His kisses were intoxicating, mixing with the relief flowing through me. Everything was going to be all right. Better than all right. I was finally headed down the path I'd always known awaited me- a husband, children, and a big, welcoming family finally in my near future.
I kissed him back like my life depended on it.
His mouth traced a hot trail down my body, licking and kissing every inch of every cut out on my bathing suit. He tugged my suit down, and I helped him strip it off of me. We had to be careful, the ceiling of the boat's cabin didn't leave us much room.
He pulled away from me, stripping off his own suit, and then joining me on the bed. He slowly climbed up the bed, his mouth tasting all of me as he crawled onto the bed with me.
I felt his tongue lick its way from my knee up my thigh. He stopped at my stomach, still flat, and kissed me there. Soft butterfly kisses graced my belly as he kissed the skin covering the brand new
life inside. He whispered soft things only the baby could hear.
His mouth then trailed south again, settling over my sensitive slit as his tongue pressed inside. I bucked under him, spreading my thighs, welcoming him. I gripped the blanket in my fists as his mouth and then his fingers explored every inch of me, making me pant and toss my head side to side. I ran my fingers through his hair, fisting him as he kissed me there.
I felt waves of pleasure start to roll over me, and I called out his name as he pressed harder, dipping deeper, to push me over the edge and into oblivion. I was so glad he enjoyed oral. I may be able to live without other things, but his skill with his tongue and his fingers, and his enthusiasm for using both, went a long way.
He crawled up my body as I floated underneath him, kissing my stomach again on his way to my breasts. He pulled a tight nipple deep, sucking on it as the waves started to subside. I could feel the hard length of him pressing into my thigh as he teased and sucked my nipples, one at a time.
He spread my thighs underneath him, settling himself between them. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him into me. I needed to feel him. I needed him to fill me, to complete me, to join us as one.
The hardness of him teased me, the tip of him so close. I rocked my hips, urging him on. His mouth left my breasts, kissing up my neck and covering my mouth. His tongue dove deep as he lined himself up with my slick heat.
His hands found mine, pulling them up above my head, pinning them against the bed. I used my pinned hands as leverage, rocking my hips against him, whimpering my need into his mouth. His tongue explored my mouth, kissing me deeply as he pressed against my opening, teasing me.
I tore my mouth from his, turning my head and catching his jaw under my lips. I bit him there, gently, then I gained another inch, sinking my teeth into his neck as he held me down. I sucked and bit him there, knowing he couldn't resist much longer. One more nip of his neck as I rocked my hips just right, and I felt him slide inside, filling me.
Our moans harmonized as he slid home. My hips rocked again, of their own accord, moving with him in the rhythm of life. I felt him leave me and fill me again. I wrapped my thighs tighter, trying to keep him there, sunk deep, as long as I could.
He stilled, letting me trap him, deep inside me. He started whispering in my ear, telling me how good I felt underneath him, and how much he loved making love to me.
"I love being inside you, I love feeling your warm tightness squeeze me, I love kissing every damn inch of you. I love you, my bride. I love you and this baby you carry deep inside. Tell me, tell me you love me too, and I'll fill you so full you'll have my love leaking out of you."
Erotic heat shot through me, warming every inch. I looked deep into his eyes and said, "I love you filling me, making love to me. I love you, too, Roger, and I already love the family we are making together."
He kissed me hard, his eyes closing and his mouth pressing against mine, claiming me as his hips began to move again. He moved slowly, teasing me, pressing against my clit with every slick, slow stroke until I called his name again. My wrists strained against his grip, calling out to him as I came, rocking my hips, pulling every single wave of pleasure from him as he started moving faster.
He rolled, pulling me with him. I straddled him, a puddle of spent need collapsed on his chest until he moved under me. I wanted to make him feel as good as I felt. I sat up as much as I could in the confined space. I moved my hips in a figure eight, instead of bouncing since my head room was limited. He seemed to like that, thrusting harder, holding my hips, chasing his own needs after so powerfully delivering mine. His grunts made me open my eyes, I wanted to watch him as he came inside me, the need for care and birth control already gone.
With one more hard thrust, he stilled, an animal groan escaping his lips as I felt him twitch and release himself inside me. The look on his face was pure pleasure and happiness, and I watched every twitch of muscle as he reached his climax and started to come down from his own pleasure.
He opened his eyes, and found me watching him with a soft smile. He smiled back, peace and contentment glowing from him.
"If we hadn't already made a baby, I'm thinking that one would have done it." He grinned down at me, proud as any peacock.
I smiled up at him, relieved that tonight had gone better than I'd ever imagined, and so very happy all of my dreams were finally coming true.
Chapter 38
Another Day on the Water
I loved sleeping on the boat. The gentle rocking of the water, and the sounds of the waves hitting softly against the sides of the boat lulled me into a deep sleep. That and my relief at Roger's reaction. Everything was perfect in my world and I slept the sleep of the happy and content, wrapped naked in Roger's arms on the lake.
When morning came we climbed out of the cabin, and I was in awe of the sheer number of mosquitoes covering the top of the cabin and the front of the boat. Roger pulled up the anchor, fired it up and took us out more into the middle of the lake, scattering the annoying little creatures in the wind and settling us so far from land that mosquitoes couldn't reach us from the shore.
Roger actually kept both regular and decaf on board, so we brewed some coffee for him and some decaf for me and the baby and sat up on the front of the boat, leaning back against the windshield, watching the boating world come to life. He held my hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my ring finger on my left hand.
"We need to get you a ring. I want to announce to the world that you are mine."
I leaned toward him, meeting his lips with mine and smiling into his eyes.
"When do you want to get married?" Roger asked. "Should we do it really quick? So the baby's birth looks like it could have been conceived on a honeymoon? We could do it at my sister's if no chapels are available on really short notice. Oh, or if you need more time, how about Fourth of July weekend? Fireworks would grace our wedding weekend and every anniversary from here on out. We could take the boat to my sister's house, spend our wedding night out on her lake, under the fireworks."
"Celebrating Independence Day by tying yourself to me forever?"
"Sure, why not?" Roger laughed. "Unless you want to wait until after the baby is born?"
"I don't know. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I was convinced you were going to push me off the boat when you found out, and leave me bobbing in your wake."
He smiled at me, shaking his head no. "I know the timing isn't ideal, but hell, the way our lives are going lately, I'm not surprised. Two kids in the span of a month? Hey maybe this one will be a girl, one of each."
I smiled back at him, in awe of his attitude. "Most guys would be going bat shit at the news. How come you aren't?"
"Who first decided that of all the animals to choose from, bat shit was the worst? I don't know. I've always wanted a big family, like my parents'. I guess I'm just ready. I'm out of the service, I have the best job in the world, and a fiancé I've loved since the minute she practically told me to fuck off the day I met her. You're adventurous, you don't seem to shy away from big challenges, and you're carrying my child. What's to go bat shit about?"
"The fact that we've known each other all of about three months?"
"Ah, but imagine telling our grandkids we got married after only three months? That we knew what we wanted and went after it, not letting anything stand in the way of our happiness."
"You are crazy, you know that, right?"
"I have heard that a time or two. I'm starving, all this talk about weddings and grandkids is making me hungry. Ready for breakfast?"
"You have breakfast supplies? I assumed we'd have to go home."
"I did bring breakfast stuff but after that I'm tapped. Although, if you aren't in any hurry to leave, there is a marina or two on the lake. We could restock and stay one more day."
"I am definitely in no hurry to leave."
We had breakfast, got dressed and headed to the marina, docking right out in front of it. Peeing in the lake was
easy enough, but for anything else you really needed the marina. So while Roger restocked, I spent some time in the locker room, even rinsing the lake off during a quick shower. I knew we'd be right back in the water again today, but I couldn't pass up the quick rinse.
I offered to pay half of everything he bought, but Roger said something about our finances being linked soon anyway, this trip was on him.
He mentioned that he bought most of what we needed for one more night, but planned on catching tonight's dinner right out of the lake. Tomorrow though, we'd need to head out after breakfast. He had a pilot's meeting at work Thursday afternoon, and I probably needed to work myself.
Roger pulled me around the lake again, this time not listening at all to my thumbs-up.
"Oh no, I'm taking it easy. Just lay back and enjoy the slow tour, I'm not taking the chance of bouncing you and the baby right out of the tube today."
Roger taught me how to drive the boat, allowing me to pull him around some as well. I went slow too, as I hadn't totally gotten the hang yet of not being able to stop on a dime. I was sure any other boaters who saw us thought we were nuts, going so slow, but it couldn't be helped.
The day was quite enjoyable, we relaxed and talked, swimming and sunning. We had sandwiches for lunch and did some fishing. Roger didn't catch anything, but I caught two. I never did tell him I put little chunks of our sandwich cheese on his fancy little lures.
I caught them, so he got them ready for grilling. It was a good thing too, as I had no idea how to fillet a fish, I'd always thrown them back before.
As Roger grilled our freshly caught dinner, I kicked back, watching him. I really couldn't be happier, I thought as the small waves lapped at the boat and the sun went down behind him. I was still surprised at the way things were turning out. I was engaged to be married, for one. And pregnant, to boot. I never would have imagined any of this three months ago.
The fish was fabulous. Roger had spices on the boat, and the fresh fish, grilled and seasoned was heavenly. He even grilled some cut up vegetables in butter and other seasonings by wrapping them all in a foil packet and grilling it right beside the fish on the grill.
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