by Katy Kaylee
I frowned.
“Don’t tell me that you’ve just been eating that shit,” I said. “You’re pregnant. You need to take care of yourself.”
Paris glared at me. “I have to save money,” she said hotly, with more determination than I’d ever heard in her voice. “It’s not like I have a choice. I can’t really afford anything else.”
Hearing her say that – and knowing that it killed her to admit it – broke my heart. I wanted to pull her into my arms and stroke her hair and tell her that everything was going to be okay, but I needed answers first.
“You need to tell me why you ran off like that,” I said. “I need to know.”
Paris gnawed on her lower lip. “I ... I didn’t think you’d be interested in raising a family with me,” she said. “I practically threw myself at you, only to be rejected every single time. And you said yourself that you’d never marry again.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
Paris flushed. “I heard you talking to Krista,” she said. “When she came over to ask for help with Hollie. You told her that you were never going to marry again.”
I reached over and took her narrow shoulders in my hands, staring deeply into her face.
“I misspoke that day,” I told her. “What I meant is that I’d never marry another woman like Krista again. I’d never marry someone cruel and hungry for money.”
Paris trembled slightly.
“The woman I love is kind, compassionate, and innocent despite all that she’s been through,” I said, lifting one hand from Paris’s shoulder and putting a finger under her chin. She wasn’t looking at me, and I tilted her head up so that I could meet her eyes.
“I am ready to marry again,” I said. “I’m ready to marry you.”
Paris blinked several times, and I watched as tears filled her emerald eyes. She bit her lip and gave a brief shake of her head as a single tear ran down her cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “But no.”
In a single moment, I felt my heart shatter.
“I don’t just want you to marry me because I’m pregnant with your child,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to trap you into another loveless marriage.”
I could have melted with relief.
“Whatever’s between us, it isn’t loveless,” I told her firmly. “I’m not marrying you just because of the baby. I would be marrying you because I love you.”
Paris’s eyes got even wider, and her lovely pink lips parted slightly. I could see that she was breathing fast and hard and even though I knew that we still had a lot to discuss, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.
Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth to hers in a passionate kiss.
It had only been a month since I’d been with Paris, but already I felt as if no time had passed between us. She moaned softly and moved closer, flowing into my arms like she always did. Somehow, impossibly, she even still smelled the same, like sweet florals and candy as she opened her mouth to my probing tongue and pressed her tits to my chest.
“I missed you so fucking much,” I growled into her mouth as the kiss grew more intense. Paris shivered and wrapped her arms around my neck, straddling me and kissing me softly as she ran her hands through my hair. The rest of the world fell away as we kissed and kissed, and I was aware only her and myself tangled up together. I traced light patterns on her back with my fingertips over her sweater, making her shudder and whimper into my mouth as my hands moved lower and lower, until I was cupping her ass. My cock was already hard, but I wanted to take it slow this time – I wanted to show Paris how much I loved her.
“Harrison,” Paris moaned softly, breaking the kiss and arching her back to display her lovely neck. She rolled her hips on mine as I leaned closer and began licking and biting her neck. She tasted so good, so sweet and musky, and I nuzzled her collarbone before gently nipping at her shoulder through her sweater. Paris was breathing hard as I slipped my hands under her sweater and cupped her breasts. They were full and heavy – bigger than before, and my cock throbbed as I fingered her stiff nipples through her flimsy bra.
“Wait,” Paris gasped. She climbed off me and I saw that her face was flushed. She gestured for me to get up and confused, I did so. Paris bit her lip and gave me a shy, coy smile as she folded the couch back down into a bed and covered it with a blanket. Giving me another inviting smile, she laid down on the futon and held her arms out expectantly for me.
Watching her, waiting for me, filled me with a kind of intense happiness that I’d never felt before. I barely noticed the grimy room as I lay down beside her and kissed her.
“I love you,” I told her. “And I’m going to show you as best I can.”
28
Paris – Friday
Harrison joined me on the futon and suddenly, my grubby little bed was transformed into something magical. When he took my face in his hands and kissed me, I shuddered and moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist. I wanted him – all of him, more of him than I’d ever had in my life. We kissed and kissed, rolling on top of each other as feelings of love and arousal grew in my fertile body.
I had missed him so much and somehow, I’d forgotten how wonderful being physical with him felt. As he slipped his hands under my sweater and pushed it up and over my head, I shivered with want. Harrison dipped his head to my chest and nuzzled my breasts, licking and sucking at my nipples through the scratchy lace of my bra. Intense pleasure exploded in my body and I arched my back and shuddered, moaning softly as Harrison pulled each breast free of its cup and rubbed my nipples between his fingers. The extra hormones swimming through my body made it feel better than ever before and I whimpered and thrust my body against his, eagerly grinding my hips against his pelvis. I could feel how hard he was, and it was driving me crazy.
“I want to please you,” I begged, whimpering and screwing my eyes shut as Harrison flicked his hot tongue over my nipples. Little flashes and explosions of ecstasy rumbled through my body with each passing second and Harrison groaned as I put my hand to his crotch and rubbed his erect cock through his pants. He felt even bigger than I remembered and I blushed hotly as I rolled to the side and got on all fours, my tits swinging like heavy pendulums from my chest. Harrison reached behind me and fumbled with the clasp of my bra, practically ripping it away from my body. He played with my engorged breasts, teasing and stroking and pinching them as I crawled between his legs and nuzzled his cock through his pants. The light touch was enough to make Harrison groan and growl with lust and I locked eyes with him as I undid his belt and pulled it through the loops of his pants. I unfastened them and unzipped the fly, sliding them down his lean hips. He was wearing black boxers and his cock was pitching a tent. Licking my lips, I dipped my head to his lower belly and nuzzled his salt-and-pepper tangle of pubic hair before hooking my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and yanking them down his legs. His cock bobbed free and there was already a creamy, glistening drop of pre-cum at the tip.
“God, I missed the way you taste,” I moaned softly as I dipped my head to his cock and took it in my mouth. Harrison squeezed and pinched my nipples, sending intense shockwaves of pleasure through my body as I took the head of his magnificent dick into my mouth. Harrison bucked his hips and thrust deep into my throat, and I wrapped one hand around the base of his manhood and began to move my hand up and down in a rhythm that came back to me like I had always been a natural. As I sucked and licked at him, giving him all the pleasure I could, I felt myself grow wetter and wetter. I arched my back and stuck my ass high in the air, swaying it back and forth. I knew that Harrison was watching, that he wanted me, but I loved teasing him like this. Sucking his cock made me feel powerful and sexy, like I was holding him in the palm of my hand, and Harrison’s guttural groans of lust and pleasure were all the affirmation I needed. He tasted so salty and clean and familiar and good that I couldn’t stand it, and I moaned softly as I sucked and licke
d, swirling my tongue faster and faster.
“Oh, god, baby,” Harrison growled. He moved his hands from my tender breasts to my hair and tangled his fingers in my auburn strands, bobbing my head up and down on his erection. I moaned again, wriggling my ass and enjoying the feel of my wet panties dragging against the lips of my pussy. I hadn’t ever felt as sexy as I did then, full of intoxicating pregnancy hormones and pleasing the only man who I would ever love.
Harrison gently pushed me away. He looked into my eyes with fiery lust and drew me up his body for a tender kiss. When our lips met, I felt myself grow even wetter. Harrison tugged me down on the mattress and got on all fours. He took his shirt off, exposing that brawny chest that had always filled me with awe, then crawled between my legs and tugged my yoga pants down my legs until I was clad only in a pair of soaking-wet panties.
“I missed the smell of your pussy so much, baby,” Harrison groaned. He nuzzled my belly, kissing my bump, and then put his hand to my crotch. The heat from his fingers made me wriggle and moan and Harrison gave me a lusty grin as he tugged the panties down my hips and tossed them to the side. He spread my legs and moved closer, breathing gently on my damp cunt lips before taking one in his mouth and sucking.
It felt so good, so raw, that I gasped out loud. My whole body jolted as Harrison slid a finger inside my wet, waiting pussy and moved his mouth to my clit. When he began to suck me, I thought I was going crazy. I was trembling and shaking and sweating as he flicked his tongue over my hard clit, again and again and again. I saw stars and moaned loudly, shoving my pussy against Harrison’s mouth. He slid another finger inside of me and beckoned, stroking my G-spot and sending spasms of heavenly feelings through me.
It felt amazing, better than it had ever felt, but I wanted to come with Harrison’s hard cock inside of me. Pushing him away took a Herculean effort, but when he saw the look in my eyes, I knew that he wanted the same thing. Harrison moved up my body and kissed me wetly, allowing me to lick and suck my juices from his face before he took my round thighs in his hands and spread them further apart.
“I want to make sure that you know that you’re mine,” Harrison growled. He kissed me again, nipping at my lower lip, and put one hand on my hip to steady himself. When his cock slid inside of me, it was like we had never been apart. He filled me, thrusting to the hilt and joining us together.
For a moment, we stayed like that. Frozen and locked together and staring into each other’s eyes. When I saw the look on his face: love and lust and tenderness and devotion, all at once, I wondered how I ever could have doubted that he loved me. It was clear, and I knew suddenly that he’d always loved me, always wanted me the same way that I’d wanted him.
“I love you,” I said softly, my voice shaking.
Harrison began to pump his cock in and out of me, bucking his hips and straining with the force of it all. I clenched tight handfuls of the sheets below me and moaned, closing my eyes and pressing my body close to his. I felt as tightly wound as a violin string as Harrison made love to me, plunging his hard dick in and out of my body with smooth, confident strokes that made me gasp and shudder each time. Harrison leaned close, his chest rubbing against my nipples, and kissed me as he fucked me, took my hands in his and tangled his fingers with mine before holding my hands over his head and pleasuring me. He kissed me over and over, my eyelids, my cheeks, my mouth, and groaned into my neck as the lovemaking grew more intense.
A familiar hot sting began building in my lower belly and I shuddered and moaned softly, crying out as my orgasm hit me like a massive tsunami. It was bigger and stronger than it had ever been and each wave of pleasure seemed to last forever. As I screamed and whimpered, my chest ached and I realized that I’d been holding my breath. Harrison shuddered and bucked, gasping and grunting into my neck and I felt his cock pulse and twitch before filling me with his seed, the same seed that had made our baby.
“Baby,” Harrison groaned into my ear. He briefly nipped at my earlobe, then planted a wet, tender kiss on my neck as his orgasm reached its peak.
He didn’t pull out of me for a long time. We stared at each other, panting and sweating and shaking.
Making love with Harrison just now had been the most transcendent experience of my life. I’d never felt more fulfilled, and by the dreamy, contented look on Harrison’s face, I could tell that he felt the same way. Our bodies were warm and sweaty and my dingy apartment smelled like heaven from our steamy sex.
I never wanted this moment to end.
Harrison put his hand on my belly, light and cautious. “Does that hurt?”
I shook my head and giggled. “No,” I replied. “But it tickles a little bit.”
Harrison rested his flat palm on my stomach. “You’re not showing much,” he said. “But I’m going to love watching you grow.”
I flushed hotly. The thought was almost embarrassing.
“Are you ...” I trailed off, gulping and swallowing hard. “I hate to ask, but are you sure you’re making the right decision? Are you sure that you’re ready for a wife and baby?”
Harrison cupped my face in his hands and locked eyes with me. “Paris, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I love you, and I know you feel the same way about me. I’m excited about raising a family with you.”
“What about the family you have?” I asked in a small voice. “What about Hollie?”
Harrison sighed. “I love Hollie and I always will, but before, I didn’t know what I was doing. Krista and I were just kids when we got married, playing at being adults and having a household of our own. I tried my best to be a good father, but now, I really know what I’m doing.”
I bit my lip.
“And it’s time to come clean,” Harrison said firmly. “No more sneaking around.”
I blinked at him.
“Well, it’s not like you’re going to be able to keep this a secret for much longer,” Harrison added. “We have to tell her eventually, you know.”
I nodded.
“I want you to come back to Chicago with me,” Harrison said firmly. “Tomorrow.”
“I’d like that very much,” I admitted quietly. Harrison pulled me into his arms and stroked my hair. In that moment, I was so content and peaceful that I almost could have fallen asleep. Even though I was still worried about the future – especially the idea of telling Hollie the truth – being by Harrison’s side was enough to make me realize that everything was finally going to be okay. No more driving for Lyft or delivering groceries, no more pinching pennies and eating food that was surely horrible for the growing baby inside of me.
I had always wanted to make a home with Harrison, and it seemed like it was finally happening.
The next morning, Harrison and I went through my studio and decided what to keep and what to toss. He held up the car seat I’d bought at Goodwill and narrowed his eyes at me.
“This thing looks like it’s already been through several crashes, Paris,” he said sternly. “We’re tossing it.”
“But I paid for it,” I protested. “I bought it, I don’t want to just throw it out.”
Harrison gave me a stern look. “That’s my child you’re carrying,” he said. “We’re going to make sure to get the best of everything.”
I swallowed and nodded, figuring that I was going to have to get used to a lot of this.
In the end, we threw out almost everything. I only packed my clothes and the baby books that I’d bought. Harrison didn’t even want me keeping those, but tossing a book because of a few stains on the pages didn’t make sense. Besides, I kind of liked the idea that before me, another soon-to-be mother had found encouragement and advice in the pages.
The drive back to Chicago seemed to take no time at all. I drove in my own car, following Harrison, and as soon as we got back to Lakeview I knew that I was home.
For good, this time.
I parked my car on the street and followed Harrison inside. He was carrying all of my bags and my dangling
arms and hands felt useless and awkward at my side. I’d tried to protest and carry some of my own things, but Harrison wouldn’t have it.
“You’re my princess,” Harrison had told me firmly, before we’d left Milwaukee. “And I’m going to make sure you know it, every day for the rest of your life.”
Although Harrison and I hadn’t discussed it, I knew that we both knew the truth: he’d saved me, yet again, for the third time now.
I just hoped that it would be the last.
Hollie was sitting at the kitchen table, idly flipping through a magazine. There was a pot of something bubbling on the stove that smelled delicious and my stomach rumbled as I remembered just how much I’d missed actual home cooking. When Hollie saw me, she clutched her chest with both hands and let out a delighted squeal.
“Oh my god, Paris!” Hollie shrieked, before letting out a delighted squeal. “I can’t believe you’re here! What are you doing here, anyway? Did you come for a visit? I missed you so much!”
“Um, your father came to get me,” I said sheepishly.
“Hollie, let’s go into the living room and sit down,” Harrison said. “We’ve got something to tell you.”
Hollie narrowed her eyes before glancing over to the pot on the stove. I could tell that she was about to protest, but something about the tone of Harrison’s voice stopped her, and she fell silent, nodding her head and following Harrison into the living room. Hollie and Harrison sat on the couch, and I stood awkwardly for a moment.
“Paris and I are expecting a child together,” Harrison said.
