by Heather Anne
"What I felt, what I feel for you, is real. Nothing could hide that. You came into my life and changed it in the most unexpected way. Your kindness and understanding is nothing I ever had before so I didn't know how to process it. I don't know if it was the first time I saw you or the first time I tasted these sweet lips but, somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you and every day I fall more and more and I don't ever want it to stop." He leans in and just as his lips meet mine, his breath caresses my lips as he says, "I love you, Skylar, so much."
His lips land on mine and he tastes of a mixture of hope and forever and everything Grayson and I will never get enough of him.
I pull back and see the smile in his eyes.
"I love you, too, Grayson, more than anything," I whisper.
His eyes close and he looks adorable with a dopey look on his face. "Say it again."
"Grayson Davis, I am so fucking in love with you I don't know if I am coming or going half the time."
He laughs. "Oh you will be coming all right."
I laugh and smack at his chest.
"You know I can't wait for this to get bigger." He rubs my belly and I groan.
"Yeah, then when some fucker tries to look at you there will be no question as who you belong to."
I laugh. "Caveman."
"You love the Neanderthal in me."
"Yes, I do." I lean in and kiss him.
"Love you, sweet girl," he mumbles and deepens the kiss.
I am transcended into a place I never knew existed. One filled with love and admiration. An equal plane of love and understanding. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
Chapter Forty-Four
As I lay here with my girl in my arms, knowing life can't get better than this. Well, I know it will in about six months, but right now, it's about her.
It's about me.
It’s about us.
I lick at her lips, seeking entrance which she grants without hesitation. I missed her kisses, her touch. This entire day has been overwhelming. I’m going to be a dad. The idea floors me but I couldn't be happier or more terrified. I toy with zipper on the hoodie and I pull back from the kiss.
"Seeing you in my clothes is so goddamn sexy," I growl and my mouth finds her neck as I pull the zipper all the way down.
"Holy shit." My mouth starts to water when I see the swell of her milky tits spilling over to the tops of her white lace bra.
"What?" she breaths. I push the hoodie off her shoulders and help her take if off. I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, allowing those now huge breasts to fall free from their lacy confines.
"Fuck me." With a gentle push, I guide her to her back and admire her. Her nipples are a darker rose now and there is a small, visible baby bump. I want to attack her breasts but I am in awe to see that there is life, one we created, growing inside of her.
I place soft kisses down the valley of her breasts, along her rib cage and all over her belly.
Her hand combs through my hair and I lean in and say, "I love you little bean." I look up to a crying Skylar and she shrugs.
"Hormones."
I kiss my way back up to her mouth. "Are they making you horny?"
She bites her bottom lips and nods.
"Have you been playing with your showerhead and thinking of me?"
"Every day." Her voice is husky, the sound going straight to my dick.
I rip my shirt off and just as I am about to move my body over hers, her hand flies to her mouth as she stares at the new piece of ink covering my heart,
"When did you do that?"
Her finger comes up and traces the bubble gum pink cotton candy and the words sweet girl that is covering it.
"The day after the night in the alley."
"What?" She leans up, placing a soft kiss on the tattoo.
"I knew then even if I wasn’t ready to accept it."
She laughs. "The I is dotted with a strawberry."
I smirk at her. "You know how much I love strawberries."
Her eyes are shining silver as she leans up, her lips just brushing mine. "I love you," she says before leaning in and kissing me with abandon.
She kisses me like I'm her only form of breath. She pulls at my shoulders and lowers herself to the bed, taking me with her. I growl as I find my way down her neck, biting and licking, eliciting the sexiest moans from her. I take a rosy peak into my mouth and her moans get louder.
"So sensitive."
She arches her back up, allowing me to take as much of her as I can. I need inside her. As much as I want to taste every inch of her, I can't wait. I need the connection. Now that I told her how I feel, I need to show her.
I pull back to pull down her yoga pants and panties in one fell swoop. I lean back and her greedy hands start fumbling with the button of my jeans. When she gets them undone, I push them down, kicking them to the floor leaving me in my white boxer briefs and her eyes widen at the evidence of my arousal. I palm my hard cock through the cotton.
"See what you do to me?"
She takes her hand and drags her finger through her glistening slit. The wetness shines on her finger.
"And see how wet you make me." She holds her finger up and I capture it my mouth groaning at the taste of her.
"So much better than I remember," I say as I shed my boxers and lay down next to her. I turn her so we are both on our sides facing each other.
She lifts her leg over mine and I groan when the head of my cock meets her slick center. I lean in, kissing her as I slide inside of her. She gasps. I groan. I start a slow, steady pace. Pumping in and out of her. Feeling the drag as I pull almost all the way out and feeling her walls grip me as I slam all the way in.
"God, I missed this," she breathes, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust.
She wraps her arms around me tighter and the only movement is that of our hips, and our tongues tangling with each other. I feel her start to spasm around my cock and I know she’s close.
"I love you, sweet girl." I say, pounding into her with a relentless pace, almost ready to explode.
She screams my name; I bury my head in her neck and growl. Together, we fall over the edge. She peppers me with kisses and I am in heaven. I love this woman with everything I am. It’s amazing to see that she feels the same, but hearing it is a whole different ballgame.
When she says, "I love you, Grayson Davis," I want to beat my chest and go all Tarzan. I am so grateful to have her. Knowing that she is mine, that we have a bright future to look forward to, is unfathomable. I may not deserve it, but because of her love for me, I know I am worth it.
Waking up with Skylar in my arms is the best feeling ever. She snuggles closer and I feel her soft breaths against my chest. She has been my everything without me even realizing. She is my saving grace.
I look over at the clock and see it's almost nine. We both showered the night before, well to be honest I took her from behind in the shower. It was the best goddamned shower of my life.
I nudge her gently. She stretches and looks at me, her eyes full of sleep, a soft smile on her lips. "Morning." I lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips.
"Come on, sweet girl, get dressed and ready. My baby needs to eat before we get to see it." My voice is laced with excitement instead of fear and it’s liberating. We get up, eat, and head out the door.
"I want to walk," she says, and who am to complain?
Walking through town with our hands linked together sounds good to me. Yep. I’m a pussy and I couldn't give two shits.
"We have to make a stop after the appointment." Her voice is timid.
"Where to?" I ask
"The center. I’m dying to show it to you." Her smile is full of pride.
I lift our linked hands to my mouth, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. "Can't wait to see it. How is it going?"
She explains all the programs and talks about her friend Sam who will be moving here to work at the center as a therapist. She tells me about the basketball courts and
day care center. The soup kitchen she wants to have twice a month and the food bank. She tells me about the counselling services.
"There will even be some twelve step meetings held there." She smiles.
"That's awesome, Skylar. Sounds like you guys got a lot of funding from this anonymous donor." I smirk.
She stops in her track and shrieks, "You knew?"
I laugh. "I had my suspicions. You just confirmed them."
"Sneaky ass.” She chuckles and I capture her lips with mine.
"I’m so proud of you," I say and she smiles.
“And I am so proud of you, Grayson Davis. You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
“For the first time in a long time, I’m proud of me too.” She squeezes my hand and we walk the rest of the way in a comfortable silence.
Moments later, we are sitting in the waiting room and my leg is bouncing like crazy. For the first time in a long ass time, it's not because of drugs. It's because I am nervous as hell. I am about to see my baby for the first time and I frown that I wasn't there when she found out.
"What’s wrong?"
I sigh. "I just wish I was here with you when you found out, you know? I feel like I missed out."
She hugs close to me. "Don't beat yourself up, Grayson. I thought about calling you or somehow getting a message to you, but I didn't want to hinder your progress. Besides, you’re here now."
She's right.
"Yeah, I am, and I’ll be here from the day you take a test till the day you pop every other kid we have out." I laugh at the stunned look on her face.
"Every other? How many kids do you want?"
"Six," I answer.
"Six?!?! Are you crazy?!"
I shrug. "I come from a big a family. I want that."
"How about we stop at three. Meet halfway?" she laughs.
"How about when we get to three, we re-negotiate?" I counter. She leans up, placing a strawberry flavored kiss to my lips
"Deal.”
When her name is called, we are brought back where they weigh her and we wait for the doctor to come in to do the ultrasound. When she comes in, I‘m met with the same doctor who gave Lainey and I the news about Jack. I don't know if I feel anger or relief.
"Grayson Davis?" she says. "Good to see you."
"You too, Dr. Kaplan." Skylar looks puzzled
"She was Lainey’s doctor," I tell her and a small O forms on her lips.
"I’m sure you have some concerns," the doctor addresses me and I nod.
"Let's take a look and see how everything is progressing, then we can chat."
"Sounds good.” Skylar takes my hand and the doctor lifts Skylar's shirt.
"This may be a little cold," she says as she squeezes some blue goo on her belly.
She takes a wand and moves it around until whooshing noises followed by steady, rapid thumps fill the room. “Holy shit,” I say under my breath and move so I am closer to Skylar. I lean down so my head is leaning against hers and we watch the screen in awe. There is something that looks a lot like a tiny person on the screen. We both are silent and I let the tears flow freely.
"Thank you." I lean down and kiss her.
"For what?"
"For giving me this, for allowing me back into your life. For making me a father," I say and I smile through my tears.
“Thank you for coming back to me.” Her eyes are silver with happiness.
“Always.”
"Everything is perfect," the doctor says, breaking our moment.
"Are you sure?"
"Ye, the baby is measuring 13 weeks one day. You are out of the danger zone. Heartbeat is strong, everything looks healthy, and the baby is growing at a normal rate." She pauses to look at the chart.
"The blood work we took last time all looks good and Skylar is gaining the right amount of weight. I think it's safe to say this is going to be one healthy baby. Of course, as with anything, I can't guarantee there won't be any issues down the road, but everything looks great," she says.
We thank the doctor as she hands me a strip of pictures. We thank her and walk across town to the center. I have one of my hands in hers and am staring at our baby in the other.
"What do you think it is, a boy or a girl?" she asks.
"I don't have an idea or a preference. Just having you both healthy is the only outcome I need." She smiles and stops at the center and I look up. The brick building looks as if it's been expanded.
The grounds are perfectly landscaped, I see new asphalt on the basketball court, and a fenced in playground with brand new equipment. I notice there’s a tarp covering part of the building.
"This is amazing."
As we get closer, I see all my siblings standing on the sidewalk. I’m met with hugs and tears from my sister.
"Glad to have you back, brother." Camden hugs me.
"Great to be back." And it's true. I look to Skylar and she nods.
"Well, since you are all here, we have news." Hudson gives a knowing smile as I hold out the strip of ultrasound pictures for them to all see.
"Is that…?" Madison squeals and I nod and she flings her arms around Skylar When she releases her, I wrap my arm around my girl.
"We’re having a baby." A bunch of holy shits and congratulations go around.
My girl is scooped up by every Davis and her laughter is everything I need. I look at her and my chest tightens. She is beautiful and the fact that I’m the one who has made her so happy gives me a sense of pride.
"There is something I need to show you," she says.
"What happened to you is an important part of who you are and I wanted a place where people who are going through similar things as you, Lainey, and even Landon has gone through, can go and get help. I also thought it was important not to forget where you came from," she says, her voice thick and she nods to Carson and Camden, who are both holding rope.
They tug on the rope and I am in awe when the tarp drops, revealing The Lainey and Jack Davis Memorial Community Center. My eyes fill with tears and I look at her.
"Sky...” I choke. I have no words.
She has taken my past and turned it into something beautiful. She has given me a future beyond anything I could have ever imagined for myself. I pull her close, relishing in the feelings. My head is empty of the noise that used to live there and my heart is full with more love than I know what to do with.
I am no longer hollow. I am free.
EPILOGUE
Three Months Later
"Come on, sweet girl.”
I have Skylar sitting on the breakfast bar of our new home, her skirt hiked up around her waist, bunched under her round belly, her panties around her ankles. A pregnant Skylar is not only a hot Skylar, but a fucking freak in the sheets.
"I am a starving man, baby. Let me have one taste of this delicious cunt." I lean in and run my tongue against her wet slit.
"Grayson," she moans. "People will be here any minute."
"You know it will be fast. You have been going off like a bottle rocket lately."
She gives in and I pull up a stool, pushing it close to the counter so her pussy is at the height of my mouth.
"Fucking perfect," I say and I devour her.
Two licks and a long suck to her swollen clit and she comes all over my tongue. I flick her clit a few times, allowing her to ride out the tremors. I free my hard cock and in one motion, lift her off the counter and impale her on my shaft.
"Fuck," she moans.
“Come on sweet girl, ride my dick.” She pulls my face to hers and groans as she tastes herself on me. She rides me hard and fast, making me come like a 13-year-old kid watching porn for the first time, but I don't care. I love this woman and as long as we get off, it's all good. I know if time allowed, we would go again in fifteen minutes. I carry her to the bathroom.
"We christened the kitchen. Want to do this room too?"
She laughs as I clean her up. "You are insatiable."
The doorb
ell rings. I take her hand and we let our family and friends in to celebrate our new home.
I scan the kitchen and when my eyes spot her leaning against the counter, a contemplative look on her face as she observes her surroundings, I can't help but smile and I head over towards her.
I have been doing a lot of that lately. Smiling.
Don't get me wrong, it's been a tough three months since I came home, but nothing worth it should be easy. Even though the obsession to pop a pill or down a bottle of Jack has lifted, I still have my moments.
In those moments, all I have to do is look at her, hell I can even think of her, and I calm down. The meetings I still attend regularly keep me grounded. I've been working hard to better myself and that, I owe to her. She makes me want to be better, be the best man I can be.
As I approach, her she turns to face me, giving me a wistful smile that tells me she’s been thinking.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" I lean down and kiss her on the cheek, place my back against the counter, and pull in front of me, resting my hands on her hips.
"Decisions," she states, confusing me in the process.
"What other decisions do we need to make?" I asked hoping she wasn't going to bring up marriage.
I have a plan for that, but that’s not going to happen today. I know exactly when and tense at the thought that she may make me want to divulge that information. She laughs when she feels my body tense and shakes her head.
"We have none to make. I was just thinking about how I used to think that everything that happens, happens for a reason, but I think it's more than that. Deeper even," she says in a dreamy voice.
I bend my head down and look at her. "What do you mean?"
"Everything that happened to us both, good and bad, was caused by a decision someone made. Like if Lainey didn't decide to do what she did?" She pauses, waiting for my response.
My body doesn't tense; I don't get sad talking about her or Jack anymore. I smile at the good memories. "Go on," I encourage.
"If Tim didn't decide to do what he did. If I didn't decide to move up here. If you didn't decide to be an ass and drive drunk." She smirks and I laugh. "If you didn't decide to choose those drugs over me," she whispers and I take in a breath.
