Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  It was a closed ceremony, with me disowning my parents and asking them to let me go. Mom cried her heart out. And so did I. It was painful to let go of all the memories, the good and bad, but with her I knew her hate for my husband-to-be was never-ending.

  Dad had let me to suffer for that one night and finding forgiveness for them was not going to be easy. In my heart, I asked them for time. Perhaps they would understand in the future. I hoped my brother would, some day.

  I did feel that they cared about me in their own way. Mom had, after all, gone to Alexander and asked him to find me for her, even if it meant that I would make this choice: to be with him, and not with her. And my father had always been there for me.

  I felt that at some point down the road, I would make peace with them. But for now, I wanted to focus on my own happiness, my own peace, and my own family. And that was impossible to do with the chaos that had always been involved in living with my parents.

  Despite their tortured pasts, they had tried to change and find God, yet they hadn’t found real love or peace. I was hoping that it had changed now, that they saw the consequences of their ways. But only time would tell. Once I felt ready to let them in again, I would give it a go. But not today.

  Today was for me and my new husband and those who had truly always stood by us, namely, Stella, of course, and even Jon, who, although he had had understandable misgivings, had always supported Alex, even more so than a father would have.

  Alexander sold his company and left it for good. Obviously, the media had a field day, finding it hard to believe that his life as a social bee was over. He promised it was his turn to have a fair go at life, and to share it with his queen, who in case anyone asked, was me. His assets were his, though, and so we were set for life.

  He was already building up another company. The technology was top secret, of course, but he shared it with me. We would work on it together: it was new ultrasound equipment that would help diagnose both people and animals so that they would receive better medical care.

  Eventually, I would go to vet school, and use our technology to help heal my furry patients. But first, I would grow my small family.

  And me… well, I stood still, holding my bouquet under the flowered tree, covered with a silk dress that layered on me softly from shoulder to toe. It was the precious belly bump that made me proudest, knowing that I would be the best mother I could possibly ever be to my son.

  A baby and a husband with no need for a job in my life other than taking care of my family right now; I was as happy as I could be. I would have plenty of time in the future to pursue my career goals.

  And there we stood, the three of us, baby included, in utero, joined together in matrimony by Jonathan, who had become an ordained minister in order to have this honor. Stella was also there, crying tears of joy, and I handed her my bouquet when the time came.

  Alexander took my hand and knelt, looked me in the eye and recited his vows to me. Once he was done, I recited mine to him, and the beauty of it was that it came out perfectly.

  We had rings and a promise.

  I promise to take,

  Your dreams in my heart.

  The driest of fates,

  Won’t take us apart.

  In you I find hope,

  And a love to bestow.

  I promise you now,

  Till death and beyond.

  And we kissed. His lips were as soft as I remembered, and his hands gritted madly through my hair, tickling my fanny, juicing it up and tempting me for an early honeymoon.

  “Honey, no need to rush now,” I whispered, and laughed.

  “Oh… but there is always a rush, Mrs. Foster. I want you madly.”

  He smirked, licking his lips and sweeping me off my feet.

  Jonathan watched on, proud that his young boy had become a man and that he was soon to be a granddad. His silent tear was enough for me, joined with the happy tears that were flowing from Stella’s eyes.

  “Come on Jon, you won’t be lugging us around for too long…” called Alexander, placing me on the limo seat, directly where we last sat, as he drove us home those many moons ago

  Alexander shut our door and held my hand in his. Stella got in with us.

  “Oh dear me, sir,” Jon started, taking off his jacket and plopping himself in the driver’s seat. “When am I never needed when it comes to you two?”

  “Ha-ha, just drive, Jonathan. We shan’t be late again,” Alex said, laughing at his try at a southern accent, and closing the soundproof compartment between the driver and us, two lovers, headed for Alex’s house – now my house, too – before leaving tomorrow for a private one-month long honeymoon on an island deep in the Caribbean.

  “Oh no, we shan’t… let’s keep that word… I like it,” I urged.

  We dropped Stella off at her house, and I hugged her tightly and thanked her once again for all of her support. Then Jon drove us home, where I was now alone with my new husband.

  I slowly slipped out of my dress as Alexander knelt down and planted light kisses on my legs, carefully parting my thighs for our more pleasure, kissing my inner thighs to the hum of our promise to each other.

  “Alexander… oh, yeah,” I moaned, as he slipped his tongue inside me.

  Alex slipped a finger inside me as well, and smiled up at me encouragingly, with care and compassion in his eyes. Those deep eyes that spoke of wonder and lust to me, the eyes that looked deep into mine with the promise of love and affection.

  His strong arms felt too warm for me, as my hair fell out of my updo and onto my face, as if acting like a shield against the entire world.

  Us against the world, Alexander.

  His eyes spoke dreams to me, and his lips were whispering secrets of love and life. Alexander looked at me with a sense of want, and I could feel his bulge harden into my legs as his breath quickened.

  I wanted to take his lips on mine, but before I could close my eyes and lean into his chiseled chin, he hoisted me into the air like a rag doll and placed my body onto his lap.

  Biting my lips, I gave him what he wanted, grinding into his crotch and gazed at him with intent. My legs glistened, and my breasts heaved like a revved engine. I could see his body language suggest we get to it right there and then, and I could swear his heart was beating right through his chest.

  As I was just about to get up and grab him by the zipper, he changed his stance and smiled cunningly at me. Bringing himself closer and into a kiss, our tongues slashed in the endeavor of a spark, and a moan escaped from our lips to each other’s throats in anticipation.

  He stroked his left hand onto my waiting pussy and perked up the nipples on my heaving chest. Sweat trailed slowly as we kissed in undulated passion, lying on each other against the soft, leather seat.

  I pulled off his shirt. Our navels collided and glided silkily over each other as we were joined to the hip in ecstasy. It was an art, what we were doing. Our eyes fleeted at one another, as my knees were raised, and I got his pants down.

  Alex’s dick was long and slick with precum. He lay down with his legs in a kneeling position, and I straddled his waist. We joined at the hip with a smack, and another, and then another. My breasts bounced slowly, making sure the energy flow was constant, and my nails dug into his hair, begging for sweet release.

  “Aaaah…”

  “Mmmmhhhh…”

  Moans, followed by shivers on our bodies made it clear of an impending orgasm that shook us to the core. I squirted hard on him, but he was not yet done. I kissed him and licked off my mess from his sheened body. I took his thick cock and pressed my lips onto it, slowly, seductively, my eyes never leaving his.

  Alexander threw his head back in bliss, grabbing my neck and hair and slowly massaging the puckered nub at the base of my ass. My fingers tensed on his cock, as I knew what was to happen was something my biology could not deny.

  He rubbed me slowly, taking one finger inside my hot pussy
and moistening its tip and taking it one knuckle deeper into my asshole. My breath never changed, my heart stayed still, and my bones did not dare tense.

  I sucked his rod of pleasure with no rush, making sure he enjoyed it as much as I did. Alexander’s eyes were looking into mine. He played around with my hair. My five fingers left marks wherever they went.

  Dick slurped onto tongue, slicking wet and pulsating into thickness and a rock steady beam. I back curved like a wave, my mouth sucking deeper and deeper still till my throat gagged at the forceful entry. He could not keep it in any longer, as soon as I twirled my tongue and squeezed the base of his dick and hairless balls, he screamed in agonizing pleasure.

  His neck tensed, his eyes bulged, and his lower lip bloodied from the sheer force of his bite from the pleasure he had to muffle. Streaming cum gushed into my waiting throat, and I took it all in with no fuss or muss. When I was done, Alexander looked down at me with love in his eyes.

  “Valeria,” he said. “It’s always been you. Ever since the first day I saw you, I knew that a spark had been triggered. What we have is more, way more than what people purport to have in their relationships. With you, I feel my soul has achieved peace. My whole and your whole complement each other in a manner unfathomable and come hell or high water you and I are meant to be together.”

  I looked into his eyes and the depths of his soul and knew his words were true.

  We would be together forever.

  Alex, me, and the baby of his that was growing inside me.

  THE END

  My Doctor’s Secret Baby

  A Virgin and Billionaire Romance

  Copyright © 2019 Jamie Knight Romance.

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter One - Anne

  This man is right around the perfect height to pass down his genes to my baby, but he has a crooked nose.

  That man’s eyes are too close together.

  What if my cute little child ended up having pointy ears like this guy? I might as well pick an elf to father my child!

  As I clicked through the photos on the screen, none of the candidates seemed right, and I was getting to the point where I didn’t really care. I just wanted them for one thing, after all: their baby-making goods.

  Choosing a father for a child is always one of the hardest decisions ever, no matter the situation. This was true for me, as it undoubtedly is for everyone, back when I was dating and considering going the traditional route into marriage and parenthood. And now it was even harder, since I was going the IVF route: in vitro fertilization.

  I had wanted a baby for a long time, so I would look at whatever man I was dating and think, “Would he be a good potential mate? A father for my baby?”

  Sadly, I’d barely ever found one who was a good potential for a second date, let alone a good candidate with whom to procreate!

  I tried giving a few guys a second chance but that only led to drama or heartache.

  You would think there would have been some big event that caused me to swear off having a baby the traditional way. But it was more like a series of annoyances.

  Finally, with my biological clock ticking louder than ever and no good potential baby daddies in sight, I just got tired of waiting for a knight in shining armor to rescue me in the baby-making department. I had decided to take matters into my own hands.

  So, there I was, in my office, looking at potential fathers for my child on a website that looked similar to a dating website. (But good thing it wasn’t, as I was so very sick of those).

  Except, instead of swiping right to be matched with someone whose interests included long walks on the beach followed by awkward dinner conversations about his favorite basketball team I knew nothing about, I was supposed to choose the stranger whose looks, IQ and other attributes would make the best match for my child.

  “You’re still considering going through with this?” asked my friend and colleague, Judy, as she walked into my office and saw what I was working on.

  She set a file down on my desk. I knew she had come to talk about a case we were working on together, but that she found my current personal issues to be more exciting.

  “I am. In fact, I’ve already started the process. Why not?” I asked her, a bit defensively, ready with my reasons I presented to everyone who questioned my crazy idea. “I’m not getting any younger and I certainly haven’t found Prince Charming. I also have plenty of money saved up thanks to being a billable hour drone for this firm for so long…”

  “Tell me about it,” Judy laughed, quickly changing the subject. “But no worries. I wasn’t asking so that you would have to defend yourself once again. I was actually curious because I read an article about IVF, saying that the good old-fashioned ‘turkey baster’ method might be worth trying first. So, have you considered IUI before IVF?”

  “IUI?” I asked, looking at her skeptically.

  How had I not heard of this?

  I had been to a fertility clinic a few times and started the process of hormones to prepare me for IVF. But no one had told me about IUI.

  Did Judy even know what she was talking about?

  “Yes. Intrauterine insemination,” she said. “That’s what the article called it, anyway. Here, I’ll shoot you the link to the article I was reading.”

  She glanced down at her phone, typed something into Google and then shared the article with me, which quickly popped up in a private message from her to me via our firm’s inter-office messaging system.

  “Hmmm,” I said, quickly scanning the article, determined to study it more in depth later when I had more time.

  “Yeah, it said that this method has fallen out of favor but it’s been making a resurgence because it’s cheaper than IVF and it’s all some couples… or, um, people wanting to get pregnant” – she quickly corrected herself, realizing I was not part of a couple – “need. Especially when there is no history of medical reasons necessitating intervention.”

  “I see,” I told her, seeing that a quick skim of the article revealed that her information was correct.

  “There’s some hot shot doctor here in New York who brought the practice back, and is making bank because of it,” she said. “I think they said his name is Ted Roberts.”

  Sure enough, I saw a sentence saying that Dr. Ted Roberts believes it is best for a patient to try this method first before progressing to IVF if necessary. His technique had become so popular that he was putting other IVF clinics out of business and had expanded his business by establishing clinics in several other cities that he oversaw and managed, while continuing to practice primarily out of his first New York City office.

  “That’s awesome,” I remarked, impressed that Judy had found this article for me. “Thanks. I might have to switch to this guy instead of the place in Larchmont I’ve been going to.”

  “No problem,” she said, with a shrug. “It came up on my Google feed and I naturally thought of you and just had to read it, because I’m nosy and overly involved in other peoples’ business like that.”

  I laughed.

  “Speaking of being nosy, which one of these handsome guys are you going to choose to be the father of your baby?” she asked, peering over my shoulder at the pictures of the potential candidates on my screen.

  “I don’t know,” I told her, with a sigh. “I kind of don’t care at this point. It gets exhausting. I want to just play ‘einee, meanie, miney, mo’ and pick one at random. These guys have all been vetted by the cryobank and I don’t really want to know too much about them, besides what they write up in the profile, and I know that’s a lot of puffery. Any old guy will do, as long as his sperms are good swimmers, if they’re going to be injected inside me via a turkey baster.”

  Now it was Judy’s turn to laugh.

  “I always get Cryobanks and cryptobanks confused. All I know is one is full of bitcoins and the
other is full of sperm,” she said, and we both laughed even more. “But in any event, I find it hilarious that they’re online now, and you can just browse through these potential bio dads like personal ads.”

  “Well, only after paying a lot of money,” I pointed out. “It’s not like this is made available to the general public like Craigslist is.”

  “That’s true,” she said, nodding in agreement. “But maybe going to see this super successful Dr. Roberts could save you some cash, even though it sounds like you’ve had to spend a pretty penny already.”

  “Maybe,” I told her, already excited about the prospect.

  I didn’t really like the clinic I’d been going to, anyway. I had done all the screening questions and pre-op work and they’d referred me to the Cryobank to choose a sperm donor, but I found the whole process to be impersonal and sterile.

  Plus, the doctors there always seemed disapproving when they learned I was trying IVF voluntarily, rather than after a string of failed pregnancies or a long history of attempting to get pregnant with no luck.

  I meant no disrespect to women who were there for those reasons. I just wanted to be respected for being there for my own. And I didn’t always feel that same level of respect from the staff.

  This other place sounded different.

  Clearly, it had gotten popular by a belief that all options should be explored.

  And that sounded right up my alley.

  “I’m really going to look into it and try it out if I can,” I told Judy. “Thank you again. Sincerely.”

  “You know I’ve got your back,” she said, with a grin.

  Then she slid the file across my desk, pushing it closer to me.

  “You can repay me by helping me figure out how to write this winning brief that Masterson wants by tomorrow, in a completely unwinnable case.”

  “Ugh,” I groaned, knowing that Drake Masterson was one of the most demanding partners at the firm. “He’s always doing that to us.”