The Baby Plan: A Second Chance Romance

by Tia Siren

  “Try this,” I said, handing her two pieces of toast. “I’m going to make myself a sandwich while I’m at it.”

  She nibbled the toast and I left her alone to make myself something to eat. I was starving, and now that the weight had been lifted off my shoulders, I was ready to eat everything in sight.

  I took my sandwich back into the living room and sat down beside her. “Want to watch TV?”

  “Sure.”

  I grabbed the remote and flipped through the endless channels. We ended up settling on a documentary about the ocean.

  “How’s the tummy?” I asked her.

  “Good. Now that I’ve eaten, I think I am actually very hungry.”

  I smiled. “Great! That’s a good sign. I’ll make you some chicken noodle soup. It’s out of a can, but it’s the best I can do.”

  “That’s fine. I’m not a soup snob.”

  I quickly heated the soup and grabbed a sleeve of crackers and delivered it to her on the couch. Once I had her set up, I headed to the linen closet to get her a pillow and a throw. I felt a strong need to take care of her. The memory of her lying on the bathroom floor flashed through my mind. For a fleeting second, I’d thought I was going to lose her. Thankfully, once my brain and medical training had kicked in, I’d seen it wasn’t quite as bad as it had looked—and it had looked bad.

  Once she finished her soup, I got her tucked in next to me on the couch. We settled in to watch a Jason Statham movie.

  “I’m surprised you like this,” I said, realizing it was a little violent and not typically a movie a lady would enjoy.

  “I do, and as long as I get to watch it while curled against your naked chest, I can watch anything.”

  I ran a hand down her arm, debating whether I should profess my love and ask her to marry me. I didn’t. I wasn’t that big of an idiot. That would have likely sent her running for the door, screaming her head off.

  Slow and easy.

  The day was spent lounging on the couch with me feeding her small meals throughout the day. By the time eight o’clock rolled around, we were both ready for bed.

  “Wanna stay?” I asked her.

  “Yes.”

  I flipped off the TV and we headed for my room. I wanted her but didn’t want her to think I’d only asked her to stay because of that.

  “Want a T-shirt?” I asked her.

  She shook her head. Our eyes met while she slowly removed her clothing. There was no rush. It was a slow, seductive striptease, and I gazed at her body as she bared it for me. She stood before me completely naked. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back and over one shoulder, hiding her nipple in a sexy game of peek-a-boo.

  I watched her breasts move up and down in time with her breathing. My eyes drifted lower to her flat stomach. Soon she would be sporting a bump. Would it be my child growing inside her?

  “Mason?” she asked.

  I took several steps toward her in no hurry at all. She was mine. I had all night. I could take my time and love her body in the way she deserved.

  I kissed her. She parted her lips and leisurely took my tongue inside her mouth. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her hard nipples jabbing into me. I pulled away from her mouth and ran my lips over her jaw before moving to her neck and then over her collarbone. She shivered and goosebumps broke out all over her body.

  My hands ran up her sides, my fingers caressing the sides of her breasts and moved on up to her face. With a hand on each side, I held her in place while I moved my mouth over hers, controlling the speed and pressure of the kiss.

  “Mason,” she whispered when I pulled my mouth away but still held her face in my hands, looking into her eyes.

  Her brown eyes were heavy with desire. I ignored her plea and kissed my way over her neck again, never touching her breasts. Her hips were pushing against mine. Her hands went to the elastic waist of my shorts and pushed them down. I stepped away from her and pulled them off. Both of us were naked. My cock jerked when her gaze focused on me. She reached out to touch me, but I stopped her.

  “Not yet.”

  The simple denial and the two words set her ablaze. Her body shuddered. I stepped close to her, my dick rubbing against her. She gasped at the contact. My mouth closed over hers again. We swayed together with me pushing against her with a little more pressure each time. I could feel her pussy juices on my cock and knew she was wet and ready for me to push in.

  She whimpered against my lips. I ran my fingers down her spine before squeezing one cheek and bringing her tighter against me. Her knees bent slightly, but I held her against me with that one beautiful ass cheek firmly in hand.

  I could feel her groan more than I could hear it. I walked her backward the few steps and laid her on my bed. Slowly, I lifted each arm and extended them outward. Then I gently clasped one ankle, spreading her legs. Her chest heaved up and down as I stood at the foot of my bed, staring at her gloriously naked body splayed before me. Oh, the things I had planned.

  She looked at me with anticipation.

  “Close your eyes.”

  She did as I asked. I reached out and ran a finger over the top of her foot, walking around the bed and trailing it up her leg, over her hip, then her ribcage before tracing down her arm to the tip of her finger. I grabbed her hand and sucked one of her fingers into my mouth. I retraced the path of my finger with my mouth, grazing over the side of her breast, never touching the nipple. Then it was down to her toes.

  Her moans encouraged me to keep going. I switched to her other foot and repeated the process.

  “Mason.” She was nearly crying. “I’m so desperate for you. Please,” she cried out.

  I leaned over her, kissing her, plunging my tongue in her mouth while my thumb touched her lower lip. I could feel her need, and it drove mine higher. I pulled my mouth away and began to kiss her neck, moving to her throat and marking a trail down her chest, between her breasts, ignoring her jutting nipples once again.

  I stopped at her naval, swirling my tongue around her belly button. Then it was a journey south, but I kissed the top of her thigh before moving the kiss the inside her knee, skipping right over her core.

  Her hands were fisted in the sheets as she whimpered and cried out, begging for me to touch her. I switched my ministrations to her other leg, pausing at her hip before heading up and over her belly and to her mouth again.

  Though I could smell her arousal, I wasn’t ready to give in just yet. I was on the verge of a climax myself and had to slow things down. I kissed her long and slow a few minutes, simply enjoying the taste and feel of her mouth against mine.

  Reaching out, I grabbed one of her arms, pulling her into a sitting position. Her hands were shaking as she looked up at me, desire making her eyes heavy-lidded. I sat down on the bed across from her and pulled her onto my lap.

  When she moved to sit on my dick, I stopped her, not ready for my tantric love play to end. Our position gave her the height advantage. She leaned down, barely brushing her lips over mine, nibbling my lower lip before moving over my jaw and down my neck. I could feel my dick straining. I was harder than a rock and ready to explode.

  Her torturous tongue moved over my ear before she swept it across my throat and worked the other side of my neck. She moved her body a fraction of an inch, scraping her hard nipples across my chest.

  “Lara,” I grunted. I was the one begging now.

  She bit my neck and then quickly sucked the area. She moved her lips a few centimeters and repeated the biting. My arms tightened around her, sliding her pussy closer against me. The heat was pushing me closer to the edge.

  “Now,” I mumbled, using my strength to move her body over mine. Her eyes stared into mine as she lowered herself onto me.

  Together we groaned in ecstasy, neither one of us looking away. She seated herself on me, her ass snugly resting against my thighs. The complete connection between our bodies was almost enough to push me over the edge.

  “Mason.” She said my name while
looking directly at me.

  “I love you, Lara.”

  She groaned, her eyes closed and her head dropped back. I could feel her coming on my dick. I jerked my hips up and deep into her.

  The most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced rolled over me like hot lava running down a mountain. It was a slow, drawn-out climax that flowed through my entire body and directly into hers. She rotated her hips, taking me in deeper and drawing out the orgasm.

  When the spasms slowed, she dropped her head against my forehead. “I have never, ever in my life experienced anything so erotic. You’re amazing.”

  I was trying to catch my breath but nodded my head in agreement with her. I was still tingling.

  She slid off me and collapsed against the pillows. I crawled up beside her, tugging the sheet down and sliding under before pulling it over her.

  She turned to face me and put one hand on my cheek. “I love you.”

  My heart nearly imploded with relief and joy. Those words had crossed my lips at a moment when I’d felt completely connected to her mind, body, and soul. Her answer had been to come on my dick. I didn’t have time to think about what that meant then, but once my own orgasm had dwindled, I had been very afraid.

  “I love you,” I repeated.

  She smiled and kissed me before closing her eyes. Our bodies were pressed together, her mouth so close to mine I could feel her breath on my lips. I stared at her closed eyes, admiring how peaceful she looked and smiling when I heard her breathing slow. She had already fallen asleep.

  I kissed her lips and then closed my own eyes, more content and at peace then I had ever been in my entire thirty-eight years.

  Chapter 37

  Lara

  I didn’t tell Mason about the appointment. It still didn’t feel real. If my doctor confirmed the pregnancy, I promised myself I would talk with Mason about it. It had been a taboo subject so far, and he seemed okay with avoiding the topic. I was still convinced if I believed I was pregnant, I would somehow jinx it.

  “Good morning,” my doctor said, coming into the room. “How are you feeling?”

  “Good.”

  “Well, I did the second test like you asked and you are definitely pregnant. Now, given the fact that you had a negative test result and then a week later a positive test result, things are going to be a little tricky when it comes to giving you an accurate due date. There’s also a chance that first pregnancy test didn’t show positive because it was still early,” she explained.

  I knew all of that. I couldn’t give a shit when the baby was due. My concern was going full term. “Am I at risk for a miscarriage?” I asked.

  “Lara, we’ve talked about this. Miscarriages can happen with no rhyme or reason. The best thing you can do is try to take it easy. Don’t do any heavy lifting or overly strenuous activity. Try not to stress over things. Basically, relax and let nature take its course. I can’t promise you anything, but there’s nothing physically wrong with you.”

  I nodded. “Okay. I can do that. I can relax.”

  She started laughing, “I can see that.”

  I put my hands over my face. “I can’t. I’m going to be a basket case until this child is born healthy.”

  “That’s another thing we need to talk about. You were undergoing fertility treatments, which means there is a strong chance you will have multiples. I’d like to see you back in a month. We’ll pull out the doppler and see how many heartbeats we hear. We may also need to do an ultrasound to check everything out, but we’ll worry about that later.”

  “Can we do it now?” I asked, far too anxious to wait.

  She smiled. “I suppose we can do an early ultrasound.”

  She grabbed a paper out of a drawer, handed the informational sheet to me, and asked me to stop by the desk to schedule it for tomorrow.

  “Tomorrow?”

  She laughed. “I know you’re anxious, but we need a full bladder.”

  I wanted to cry.

  “Let me check the schedule. Maybe we can squeeze you in later today,” she said, resigned to the idea that I was not going to leave without knowing my baby was in there and healthy.

  I grinned. “Thank you!”

  She left the room and came back a few minutes later. “I got you an appointment in an hour. I need you to drink a couple glasses of water, and don’t go pee whatever you do!”

  Vigorously nodding my head, I smiled. “I won’t. I promise!”

  I bought two bottles of water from the vending machine and slammed them both down. My hands were nervously shaking. I debated whether to call Mason but decided to wait until I knew more.

  “Lara?” I heard my name and practically ran through the waiting room.

  The procedure was fast. I dressed and waited for my doctor to come into the room. The butterflies in my stomach were making me sick. Or maybe it was morning sickness. Or perhaps even the large amount of water I had drank so quickly on an empty stomach.

  A brief knock on the door and I almost vomited. It was my doctor.

  “Well, everything appears to be just perfect. No warning signs. The pregnancy is very new. The ultrasound predicts you are close to two weeks along. An ultrasound this early in the pregnancy is fairly accurate.”

  I was elated. “Thank you. Thank you for putting up with my craziness.”

  “I’ll see you in a month, and hopefully we’ll get to hear that little one’s heartbeat for the first time.”

  “It’s not twins?”

  “We won’t know for a couple more weeks. We’ll check at your next appointment. Now go home and relax!”

  I left the office and practically floated into work.

  “Everything okay?” Kali asked with concern.

  I felt as if I were on cloud nine. “Everything is perfect. I just got done with my first prenatal checkup.”

  She screamed and clapped her hands. “I’m so excited! We’re going to be pregnant together!”

  We hugged and then she started firing questions at me, none that I could answer with any real certainty.

  “So, is the father Doctor Hottie or random stranger?” she asked.

  “I honestly don’t know. The ultrasound showed I was about two weeks pregnant. She said the first test could have been a false negative. Basically, it’s a wait and see I guess.”

  “We’re pregnant!” she shouted again. “We’re going to be mommies!”

  I laughed, still cautiously optimistic.

  We got to work, chatting the whole time about our babies, planning what they would wear and listing all the things we would need to buy.

  By the time I closed up for the day, I was practically bursting at the seams. I couldn’t wait to see Mason.

  I knocked on his door, unable to hide my giddiness. He opened it, eyeing me suspiciously. “I didn’t know you were coming by. Is everything okay?”

  “I’m pregnant!” I blurted out.

  He smiled. “I know.”

  “No, like really, truly pregnant. There’s a little lima bean in my belly!”

  He kissed me and dragged me inside. “I’m glad you finally realize that. What brought on this realization?”

  “I had a doctor appointment today.”

  He looked at me, surprise on his face. “You didn’t tell me.”

  “I know. I had to get a second opinion.”

  “Okay.”

  “I made her do an ultrasound.”

  He grinned. “Of course you did. I take it by your excitement everything was okay?”

  “Yep. As normal as a two-week fetus can be. Here,” I said, thrusting the picture the tech had given me at him.

  He took it and studied it closely. “Looks like a baby to me.”

  “Mason?”

  “Yes?”

  “I don’t know if it’s your baby or the donor’s.”

  He shrugged, not seeming too bothered by the information. He was still studying the picture.

  “We can get a paternity test. You deserve to know if it’s your ch
ild,” I said softly.

  His eyes met mine. “Do you love me?”

  “Yes! Of course I do.”

  “Then it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to know. If you want to know, we can do the test. I will love the child as my own. I don’t need to share DNA with him or her.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay. We have some time to think it over.”

  He was studying the picture again. He took it with him as he walked to his desk in the spare room. I watched as he pulled out a calendar and started pointing at days.

  “What are you doing? Is there something you see there that I should be worried about? I don’t know what all those numbers mean. I was focused on the part that pointed to the little sac where the baby is.”

  “I love you,” he said again.

  My heart raced. I just knew he was going to say something that was about to rock my world. My mouth went dry.

  “Mason? What is it? Tell me please. You are really freaking me out!”

  “It’s mine.”

  “What?”

  “This little guy or girl,” he said, tapping his finger on the picture, “is my baby.”

  “How do you know?”

  “If it was the donor’s, the embryo would show the growth. This stage of a pregnancy, things happen fast. Each day the embryo is changing.”

  I slowly nodded my head. “It’s your baby,” I repeated. “I’m going to have your baby.”

  He was grinning from ear to ear. I half-expected him to start crowing like a proud rooster.

  “You’re going to have my baby. We’re going to be parents. Are you okay with that?”

  I nodded. “Yes, definitely. I didn’t mean what I said before. I mean, back then I did, but not now. Now I want to share this with you.”

  “Good, because I don’t think I could have done it the other way.”

  He walked around the desk and embraced me. We shared a sweet kiss.

  “Hungry?” he asked.

  I started laughing. “You can’t feed me all the time. I don’t want to blow up to a blimp.”