Maybe it didn’t show up at the time. Maybe I was too newly pregnant and that’s why.
I fucking hope that’s why.
Anxiety creeps up on me. I’m pregnant. My hands hover over my growing baby. I’m going to be a mother. Warmth and happiness flow through me. I lean back against the wall.
Everything is going to be okay. I’m going to do everything I can to give this baby the best possible life.
I don’t know how Kane will react. Tears prick at my eyes. He may not want me, and he may not want this baby. There’s a small chance this baby isn’t even his.
I don’t care.
I brush my tears away and square my shoulders. I’m not going to put this off. I’m going to make that appointment as soon as I get home.
I won’t be that woman. I won’t be weak. I won’t be scared. And I’m sure as fuck not going to let Kane’s reaction do anything to stop me from being the best mother I can be.
I won’t let the past ruin my future. I won’t do it.
I’m not broken. I’m a survivor. I splay my hand on my lower belly. I’ll be strong for this baby. I’m going to give him everything I can.
Kane
She’s taking a really long fucking time to get out of her appointment. I know her schedule, and she should’ve been done almost an hour ago. I don’t want to startle her by showing up unexpectedly, but calling her on the phone just didn’t seem right.
I walk through the tall glass doors to the office building just in time to see her walking out of the clinic. What the fuck is she doing in there? She’s got a little baggie in her hand that she’s stuffing into her purse.
She looks up from her purse and stops as she sees me.
My heart skips a beat. She’s so fucking beautiful. But the sight of me has her looking like a ghost. I can see the anxiety in her eyes.
Fuck. This isn’t good. My heart clenches, but I walk forward.
She’s going to deny me.
I know it.
“I just wanted to see you.” I don’t know why they’re the first words out of my mouth. Not hi, how are you? None of that. I’m granted a small amount of happiness as her eyes soften and a gentle smile plays at her lips.
There’s a chance. I hold onto it with a fucking death grip. If there’s a chance, I’m taking it.
“Are you feeling okay?” I look up past her and she turns to look at the clinic doors, too.
“Yeah,” she answers after a moment. And then she says, “No. But I will be.”
“Is there anything I can do?” I ask.
Her bottom lip trembles and her eyes water. Fuck. Fuck! This isn’t good. I take a step forward to comfort her, but I stop in my tracks. I can’t take these kinds of liberties. I need to make sure this is what she wants.
“Can I hold you?” I ask.
She nods her head and practically runs into my arms. My heart swells with pride that I can give her this, and I run my hand up and down her back.
“It’s gonna be alright, baby. Whatever it is, it’s gonna be alright.” I try soothing her. I hear the door open behind us and I turn to see an older man walking up the steps. I break away from her for a moment. I need to get her ass somewhere private so I can calm her down. So we can talk.
I press my lips into a hard line and see a door on the left. It’s unmarked, so I turn the knob and it opens. It’s an empty office with paper lining the windows. There’s not one fucking thing in this room and there’s hardly any light coming through, but it’s quiet and she can cry in peace with privacy.
I pull her in and bring her back into my arms, but she pulls away and wipes her eyes. It’s just like that night in the woods. Fear creeps up on me, but I don’t say a fucking word.
If this is it, if it’s the end, I’ll take it like I should and leave her alone so she can find someone better. But I’ll be fucking watching, and I’ll destroy any fucker not good enough for her.
“Kane,” she says in a pained voice. “Do you still love me?” Her voice breaks and her shoulders hunch forward. I can tell she’s scared to ask, but I’m going to put that shit to bed right now.
“Of course I do. I’ll always love you, Ava. Even if you don’t want me, I’ll always love you.”
“I love you, too.” She breathes out the words and wraps her arms around my shoulders. She pulls me into her small body with a force I didn’t know she had. I hold her for a few minutes as she calms herself, just taking in her words. She loves me. I fucking knew it.
I swear to fucking God if she follows this up with a “But I can’t be with you,” or “But I’m not in love with you,” it will rip me into fucking pieces. But judging by how she’s hanging onto me, I don’t think she will.
She’s mine. I kiss her hair and she lifts her head back and take my head in her hands to kiss me. It’s a soft kiss and I try to deepen it. I’m rock fucking hard for her. It’s been a month since I’ve been inside her and I fucking need to feel her cumming on my dick. We need this.
But she pulls away from me. She needs to stop fucking doing that. Each time it hurts.
“Kane, I have something I have to tell you.” She looks at the ground and then wipes under her eyes.
I put my hands on her hips and give them a small squeeze. “Go for it, baby, whatever it is. Just tell me.”
“I just...I have to tell you.” She looks at me with wide, glassy eyes and then whispers, “I’m pregnant.”
My entire world stops. She’s pregnant.
“How long have you known?” I ask. It fucking hurts that she kept this from me.
She gives me a weak smile. “About five minutes.” Worry clouds her eyes as I stand there dumbfounded.
She’s pregnant; we’re going to have a baby.
We’re going to be parents.
Two minutes ago I thought I might never see her again.
Now she’s telling me she’s pregnant.
“Say something, please.” She looks scared, and I fucking hate it. I don’t want her to be scared.
“Are you feeling okay?” It’s the first thing that comes to mind. I hear pregnancy can be a bitch.
“I’m okay,” she says in a small voice.
“Are we having a boy or a girl?” I ask. That’s fucking important there. What the hell am I going to do with a baby girl?
She huffs a humorless laugh and cries at the same time. “I don’t know, Kane.” Her hand rests on her tummy and she looks down with tears in her eyes. “I don’t know how far along I am.”
I let the meaning of her words hit me. My eyes watch her hand rub along her small bump. “Is he healthy?” That’s what really matters. She’s mine, and that means her baby’s mine.
“I don’t know. I think so.” Her voice is slightly sad. “I have to make an appointment.”
“I’ll come with you.” She finally smiles, but it’s small.
I’ll be there every step of the way for our little one. I splay my hand over her belly. That’s my baby in there. I know it. Sure enough, there’s a small bump that wasn’t there when she left me.
“I want you to come home with me.” I’m not going to order her around, not like before. But I’m going to make sure she knows what I want. “I wanna be with you, Ava. I want you back. I want you forever.”
Her hands cup my chin and she stands on her tiptoes to plant a small kiss on my lips. She nods with her eyes closed as I wrap my hands around her waist.
“Yes, Kane.” Hearing her say those words reminds me how fucking hard my dick is.
“Do you still love me?” she asks, her voice laced with worry.
“Of course I do. Don’t ever question it.” I fucking hate that she has to ask.
“I won’t. I love you so much, Kane.” The sincerity in her voice and in her eyes gives me security. She pushes her body against me and kisses me with passion.
I love her touch.
I need her touch.
I know she needs me, too.
I pull back from her kiss and stare into her baby blue eyes
that are drowning with lust. “Tell me you want me, Ava.”
She doesn’t waste a second. Her voice is breathy. “I want you, Kane.”
“Tell me you’re never going to leave me again.” I need to hear it.
“Never.” She shakes her head.
“Tell me you love me.” I wanna hear it again. Every fucking day.
“I love you, Kane, I love you so much. Please forgive--” I crush her lips with mine, stopping that shit in its tracks.
“Good girl.” I suck on her lip, but she pulls back.
“I’m sorry, Kane.” She gets the words out and I wish she hadn’t.
“Nothing to forgive. Nothing to be sorry over. I love you. This was supposed to happen like this.” My hand rests on her belly, and I lean down to give her a sweet kiss.
She deepens it and I moan into her mouth.
Enough apologies. Enough of this sorry bullshit. We’ve been through hell and back, but what matters is that we have each other.
“I’m never losing you again, Ava. You’re mine now.” I back her up against the wall and lift her ass up to the perfect height for me to slip inside her. She nods her head and answers, “Yes, Kane.”
I don’t care if it’s fucked up. She’s my good girl. I push her panties to the side and undo my zipper. “Keep your eyes on me, baby,” I tell her, as I slip my rigid cock deep into her heat. Feeling her tight cunt wrap around my cock makes me want to bury my head in the crook of her neck and fuck the shit out of her.
But not in this moment.
I need her with me every step of the way. I pull out and fucking love the whimper from her lips. I slam into her and catch her moan in my kiss.
My good girl is loud as hell. This is going to have to be quick.
“Hold onto me, baby.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders, all the while keeping her eyes on mine. My hands grip her ass and I move her easily on and off my dick, never pulling all the way out.
I match the downward stroke with a hard thrust of my hips, making sure I hit her throbbing clit. She bites her bottom lip to keep in the moans of pleasure as I increase my pace.
“I’ll give you more when we get home, baby.” I can already feel my balls drawing up.
She feels so fucking good. And it’s been so long. Her back arches, and her heels dig into my ass.
I know she’s close and I can’t fucking wait to feel her pussy milk my dick. I slam into her faster and harder, pushing her against the wall.
“This is where I belong, Ava. With my arms wrapped around you.” I crush my lips onto hers. She moans into my mouth as I part her lips with my tongue and kiss her with all the passion I have.
I thrust myself deep into her heat and feel her pussy clamp down. Her heels dig into my ass, wanting even more. I silence her moan with my kiss and pull back. My fingers rub around her swollen nub; she’s so fucking close. “And you belong right here. Impaled on my dick.”
Her back arches at my dirty words. Her thighs tremble. She fucking loves this. She loves me and what I do to her. I know she does. “Cum for me, Ava,” I whisper in her ear, my lips barely touching her tender skin.
My lips catch her screams as I pinch her clit and send her over the edge. The feeling of her hot, tight pussy spasming around my dick causes a tingling sensation to shoot up my spine and I fucking lose it. I cum violently inside her. A cold sweat breaks out over my body as waves of pleasure go through me. I keep up short, shallow pumps until both of our orgasms have subsided.
Our breath comes in pants as I plant small, open-mouth kisses on her shoulder. She grabs my face in her hands and kisses me like she needs the oxygen in my lungs to breathe. When our frantic breathing calms I pull back and give her one more kiss.
“Good girl.”
Ava
I scrunch my nose and purse my lips as I say, “I look like a whale.” Tears prick at my eyes and I know it’s from the hormones but damn it, I really wanted today to be fun.
“You look beautiful,” Elle says from the bench in the gallery of the bridal shop. She’s literally said that for every dress I’ve put on. She’s hormonal too though, so I can’t call her out on it. She rubs her very swollen belly.
“It’s the dress, not you.” Becca stands up, keeping her eyes on the mirror, and starts walking over to me. The dress is a ball gown style, meant to hide my baby bump, but it’s making me look like a balloon and with my face a little swollen from this baby...I’m feeling genuinely awful.
“Okay, first of all, your hair is going to be up, so let’s do that.” She hands me a scrunchie and I take it reluctantly. I’ve learned that Becca knows her shit, so I trust her, but I’m hesitant to believe a scrunchie is supposed to make this better. I fasten a quick ponytail and take a look. I guess my face looks a little less fat, but the dress is still horrible.
As if reading my mind, Becca says, “Okay. Now I think we should emphasize your bump all the way down to your hips.” She tugs the dress from the back of it and grabs a handful of giant ass clips from the ottoman to my right. I’ve needed them for the other dresses too, but not like this. She pulls the fabric tight around my body. I smile as soon as I see the outline of my swollen belly. My baby. My heart fills and I let out a small sigh.
“Better?” Becca asks, and I have to blink a few times to get back into bridal dress shopping. I stare at myself in the mirror and I have to say I’m shocked.
“Say it,” Becca says, with a cocky grin on her face.
“You were right,” I huff, and return to looking in the mirror.
“Ha! Mermaid gown for the win! There are plenty of options.” Elle cracks up and a smile forms on my face. That is, until I hear the woman from around the corner.
“Sir, you really shouldn’t,” I hear a timid voice say as loud as possible while still being polite.
“Shit! It’s Kane.” I hop off the little platform and run to a dressing room as the clips fly off the back of my dress and land on the floor.
“Kane De Rocca! Get your ass out of here!” I yell from the slightly ajar door. “It’s bad luck to see me in my dress!” I sound like a little brat, but I want this to be perfect. I don’t want anything to go wrong. It might be stupid to be superstitious, but I’m doing it all. Something borrowed, blue, old and new. And there’s no way he’s seeing me in my dress.
“So you found one?” I hear him ask in a voice clear enough that it must be coming from only a few feet away.
“Kane, really?” I hear Elle as she waddles on over. A giggle is forced from me when I see her stand in front of the door with her arms crossed.
“You are not seeing her, and that is final.” She even nods her head at the end.
“In her dress,” Kane tacks on. “I won’t see her in her dress, but I have something I need to tell her; it can’t wait.”
My eyes widen and my heart sputters in my chest. I push the door open and ask in a worried voice, “Is everything okay?”
His eyes look down my dress and I can tell he’s having the same reaction I was. Now that the clips are gone, I’m a little...puffy.
“Yeah, baby.” His brow furrows. “Uh. That dress is just beautiful.” He couldn’t sound more unsure if he tried. I give him an asymmetric grin.
“This is only one of them. I’m getting another with more tulle for the reception. I thought I should get that one in pink, too.” He blinks at me a few times and then purses his lips.
“Is my good girl being a little naughty?” he asks in a lowered voice.
“Oh, God. Get a room.” Becca rolls her eyes and plops down on the ottoman while Elle and I just laugh. Kane looks over his shoulder with a wide grin.
“No worries. We’ve got one right here.” He walks forward and I instinctively take a step back as he enters the fitting room with me.
I push my hands on his chest but he moves in enough to shut the door. “Not here.” I am so not fucking him with them in earshot.
He huffs a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that needy pussy of yours when
you get home.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in. The tulle crinkles and my shoulders shake with my laughter.
“Good news?” I ask. My heart swells as he gives me a broad smile and a quick kiss.
“I’m in, baby. We’re gonna stay.”
“In, in?” I ask. I can’t believe it. He wanted this so badly.
“Valetti through and through.” I give him a hug and he picks me up gently, hugging me back. It’s a little awkward with my belly and the dress, but it feels so right. I’m so happy, happier than I’ve ever been. Everything is just perfect.
He sets me down and gives me a sweet, open-mouth kiss that instantly ignites my core. When he pulls back to look at me, he chuckles. “Not here, baby. You’re going to have to be a good girl and wait.”
I feel a violent blush color my cheeks and I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him.
“Yes, Kane.” I say with a smile.
Epilogue
Ava
I spear my fingers through his hair and arch my back. "Yes!" I moan and arch my back. I rock my pussy in his face, needing more. He takes a languid lick then sucks my clit into his mouth. "Fuck! Yes!" My body bows as he pushes two fingers into my heat. He curves them and strokes my G-spot.
Heat overwhelms my entire body, and an intense pleasure radiates from my core before exploding through my entire body. My breathing comes in pants as I look down my body and see Kane rise between my legs.
His broad shoulders spread my legs as he licks his lips and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are half-lidded and filled with desire.
His large hands push my thighs apart as he crawls up my body, keeping eye contact. "You need to be a good girl and keep quiet."
My pussy clenches around nothing at his words. "Yes, Kane." My response comes out breathy and he smirks at me as his large frame cages me in. I love telling him yes, just to see the spark of desire in his eyes from my submission. He grins at me and I smile back at him.
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