by Jamie Knight
Amy wasn’t even here at the time that Ann used our services, but Ted didn’t need to know that part. I appreciated Sheila’s little white lie about that, after I had stupidly volunteered extra information on an irrelevant point because I had wrongly assumed what Sheila had been up to.
“Damn it,” Jim said, obviously upset. “Just when I thought I had something.”
“See you around, Jim,” I told him, as I took Anne’s hand, and winked at Sheila, who beamed happily back at me. “You’d love to know where we’re going right now. By love, I mean, you’d hate to know.”
“Where are we going?” Anne asked.
I’d told her to meet me at my office so I could take her to dinner, but I hadn’t told her where we were heading.
“That’s a surprise, my dear,” I told her.
With that, we took a limo back to the restaurant I had brought her to on our very first date – the one that I had privately reserved and which had caused Jim to hate me, since his own private reservation for that day had gotten bumped.
Anne was very surprised indeed.
But she was even more surprised just before dessert, when I got down on one knee and held up a large diamond ring.
“Anne McAllister – spelt with two ‘n’s and two ‘l’’s, just so we’re both sure I’m talking to the right one,” I clarified, and she laughed, as tears of joy streamed down her face. “I love you and am happy to spend the rest of my life with you, as the father of our child, and as your husband, if you’ll have me. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” she called out, and I swooped her up into my arms.
Being careful not to squeeze her baby bump too tightly, I spun her around, kissing her passionately.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, teasingly.
“Well, at first I thought we should have a big wedding a year or so down the line, after the baby gets here and we’re all settled in. And I still think that’s the best plan – timing-wise, at least, although maybe it would be best to have a smaller, more intimate wedding, so we can enjoy it more – but I started thinking there was no reason not to be engaged right now. I couldn’t wait to make you my fiancée.”
“I love it!” she said, as we kissed again. “And I love you, my fiancé.”
“I love you, too,” I said, as the waiter brought our crème brule.
Afterwards, we strolled through Central Park, arm in arm, with no carriage ride this time, because Anne was afraid it could be too rickety and hurt the baby. I didn’t feel like sounding too “doctor-y” and explaining that it would be fine. I thought it was cute that she was so concerned about the little angel’s well-being.
“Oh, crap,” I said, remembering something I had meant to do. “I need to let HR know to give Sheila a raise! That was some fantastic cover she provided for us back there.”
“It sure was,” said Anne, laughing. “And we’ll also have to thank the other Ann.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll call Sheila and thank her now,” I told her, and then I did, as soon as we were back in the limo.
“Dr. Roberts,” she said when she answered, in an almost scolding tone. But it had her usual sense of humor in it, as if she was teasing me. “It’s late. And I know you took Anne out on a nice date. You didn’t have to call me.”
“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to,” I told her. “I wanted you to be the first to hear the good news.”
“You proposed to Anne,” she guessed, correctly of course.
“You really do have the right answer for everything,” I responded, laughing. “And listen, I want to thank you for what you told Jim. I really appreciate it.”
“That asshole needed to get off your back,” she stated, with conviction. “As I heard him go off on you and your gorgeous, pregnant girlfriend – whoops, sorry Dr. Roberts, fiancé; you have to give me a little time to get used to that now – the wheels in my mind starting churning and I remembered how when you had told me to transfer three patients of yours to Amy’s roster, you had seemed a little weird about it.”
“Weird?” I asked, wondering if I should feel offended or not.
“I mean, it just seemed like it had come out of nowhere, but now I know why,” she continued. “But it stuck out in my mind and I also remember that at first my search in the system pulled up the file for that other Ann McAlister, because I had spelled it wrong. But when I looked at the dates of referral I realized it couldn’t possibly be the same patient you had meant, so I tried some other spellings until I found her. I remember thinking how strange it is that two Anne McAllisters had come to our clinic.”
“That is strange,” I told her. “But, small world, I guess. And it was smart of you to use that as cover against Jim. I never thought to do it.”
“Well, that just goes to show you that people are smart in different ways. I can’t directly help get people pregnant, but I can assist with all the office work,” she said.
“You’re right,” I agreed. “But I think that what it really just goes to show is that sometimes a receptionist is smarter than both a doctor and a lawyer, combined.”
She laughed, and I was glad I had called her to thank her. I had also already shot off an email to HR from my phone, instructing them to give her that raise.
“Bye, Sheila,” I said, “Anne says hi. The one with an ‘e.’”
“Bye, Ted,” she said, laughing again. “Have a good rest of the evening with your new fiancée. Tell her I say hi back.”
I hung up the phone and held Anne’s hand, right on her belly, thinking about what a good night we’d had and how excited I was to meet our baby and spend the rest of our lives together.
Epilogue - Anne
A year later, Ted and I were getting married, in a small ceremony in Larchmont. Sometimes it was still hard to believe that all my dreams had come true.
As I walked down the aisle, I nodded to our guests who were standing as the music played. Squinting into the sun, I could see that my parents were there, and they weren’t even looking at their phones for once. Ted’s were there, too, as well as his siblings, as was Judy, and her boyfriend.
She had finally found love, in the least expected of places and with the least expected of people – just as I had. And it wasn’t even with the guy who had played Prince Charming during that date she wouldn’t shut up about. For that reason, among many others, I was particularly happy for her. But that’s a story for another time.
Ann McAlister was also there, along her daughter, Cassie. I had become pretty close friends with her as I filled her in on everything that had happened after she had let me know about Ted’s voicemails. And Cassie still adored the doctors – Ted and his other doctor friend, Tom, who was also here – who made her the wooden toys every year on her birthday.
And next to them was Sheila, who was holding Hope, our baby daughter. Ted and I had named her that because in each other, we had finally found what neither of us ever thought we could ever have.
I reached out and took her from Sheila’s arms, giving her sweet face a lot of kisses as I paused in my trip down the aisle. She cooed at me and smiled, making me smile back at her, just as she always had a way of doing.
Her auburn curls – a mix between her dad’s shade of hair color and mine, although she had definitely gotten his full head of locks – fell on my face. Her green eyes shone brightly.
And to think that I hadn’t had to use that donor with green eyes in order to get them.
It was a good thing, since she was definitely a daddy’s girl already, even though she loved me to pieces and the feeling was mutual. It had to be, considering that I had gone through a 48 hour labor to have her and was still nursing her around the clock, or at least it felt that way.
Now that I was a mom, I realized what a sacrifice parenting was, and I certainly didn’t envy single mothers, which ironically is what I had planned to be, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. We lived here in Larchmont now, and I had opened up a small pract
ice doing legal research and writing for other lawyers, specializing in appeals, since Judy and I had gained quite a reputation winning the appeal of the supposedly unwinnable case.
It kept my schedule flexible and allowed me to work from home, without having to go argue in court at a moment’s notice. I enjoyed all the time I could spend with Hope. I also enjoyed not having to be a billable hour drone anymore – or at least not for anyone but myself.
Ted’s practice here was thriving, and we lived in an embarrassingly huge house, which had seven bedrooms. Ted liked to joke that we’d fill them up with lots more kids who were also conceived the old-fashioned way.
Speaking of Ted, he was waiting for me at the altar, so I knew I’d best hurry up to him and make this official.
“Mommy loves you,” I told Hope, as I handed her back to Sheila. “And so does your daddy.”
As Ted and I exchanged vows, I knew my luck had changed for the best and that I would be forever happy.
* * *
Later, all the wedding-related events were over. We had danced with Hope at the reception, and her little head started drooping between both of our chests, so I went and nursed her to sleep in the hotel room where she would be staying with Sheila for the night.
I had pumped some bottles of breastmilk for her in advance, and it was the first time I was leaving her with a caretaker overnight. But it was for a very good purpose – to be alone with my husband on our wedding night.
We had decided to wait until Hope was older to go on our honeymoon, so that she could stay behind with relatives to watch her. But we were planning a trip to Europe as a family prior to that, so that Hope could travel for her first time.
I kissed her good night, but she was already asleep, snoring soundly, with a little smile on her angelic face. So, then I hurried to meet my new husband in our honeymoon suite.
He was already inside the room, but when I knocked, he came out to carry me over the fake threshold. He put me down on the bed and immediately started ripping my wedding dress off.
“You’re not wasting any time, are you?” I joked.
“Nope,” he said, completely seriously. “I couldn’t wait for my new wife to get in here so I could ravish her.”
Once he had my dress and his tuxedo off, he slid my panties to the side and put his finger in me, just as he had done that first time in his office.
“I claimed your virginity and every time I fuck you is just as good at that,” he said, nuzzling my ear with his mouth.
I was dripping wet, my aching pussy wanting his cock so badly.
“Take me, husband,” I told him. “And do whatever you want with me.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said, pinning my hands back onto the bed and getting on top of me.
It was sweet, for him to make love to me missionary style on our wedding night. And it was also sexy.
My heart pounded quickly as he pushed his hard cock into my pussy while kissing my neck. He smelled faintly of the booze we’d served at our open bar reception, mixed with a breezy scent from our earlier outdoor wedding, not to mention the cologne he always wore, which was a delicious odor I always associated with him.
He grabbed my ass from underneath while I arched my back to give him better access and let him further into my pussy. He was filling me up, stuffing and cramming me with his cock. He stretched out my legs and wrapped them around his naked, muscular back.
I couldn’t remember ever feeling him this deep inside me. He was stretching me to my limits, pounding the back of my pussy while its walls grabbed onto his cock, and I was loving every second of it.
“I’m going to cum,” I told him, as a current of electricity traveled throughout my entire body.
“Good, cum on my cock,” he said. “That feels so good..”
We weren’t using birth control, having decided to make another baby as a sibling close in age for Hope. Perhaps a little brother. Or two sisters would be cute.
But I wasn’t thinking of that as he pounded me deeper, in and out, over and over. I was scratching the back of his neck and calling out, “Ted, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” as I only felt that I was in pure bliss and ecstasy.
“I’m going to cum too,” he said, and due to the throbbing sensation of his cock inside me, I could tell.
He emptied himself into me, both of us panting, until we fell back on the king-sized bed, spent and exhausted, but both feeling very happy.
“That was amazing wedding night sex,” he said.
“And it was an amazing wedding,” I added.
We told each other we loved each other, for what felt like the hundredth time that day. But I could never get tired of saying or hearing it.
I smiled in the darkness, as I lay on his broad, strong chest.
As I thought of our daughter sleeping in another room of the same hotel, I smiled even bigger. I kept thinking of that word. Amazing. It was the perfect way to describe it.
What an amazing life the three of us had found together – and I could only wait to see what the future would bring us.
THE END
My Brother’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
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Chapter One - Aden
I wasn’t going back to sleep even if it was dark outside. If nothing else, my posture made it impossible. Back straight up in the lotus position—also known as “criss-cross apple sauce”— and calming music playing on my earbuds, I struggled to find my center and prepare my brain for the busy day. My breath was slow and measured, managing the blood flow, getting the best result. It was earlier than I was used to, but the meeting at the office was mandatory, and punctuality was something drilled into me during my time in the army.
Sure Thing Graphics wasn’t a big place. In fact, I could count the number of employees on one hand. But regardless of our size, our location in Las Vegas and our specialty of creating flashy graphics for casinos had brought in the money. Enough for the owner to retire early and buy a boat he intended to use to sail the world. I couldn’t really complain, my position as a premier digital artist had left me with a fat bank account and a job I loved to do.
Done with my morning routine, I got dressed and headed down to the car, squinting at the rising desert sun. Heading into work this early was not my cup of tea, but I had to do what was required of me. According to Beau, who just sold the place, the meeting was with the new owner, and it would be a good change for all of us. I had no reason to doubt him, Beau had always been like a father to my friends and me, but I had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind. My coworkers and I had been planning to buy the advertising firm ourselves. I was sure Lucky, Cooper, and Chris felt the same way. Pushing past it, I started up my new Beamer and did my best to approach the day with a sense of cautious optimism.
Up until that point, the office had maintained a fairly liberal dress-code basically requiring that one be wearing them. It was considerate, considering that suits were miserable in the hot Las Vegas weather. The leniency was something of which I took full advantage, tending towards jeans and some pretty interesting tee shirts, which only seemed fitting for a graphic design business.
It might have been a bad look for going in to meet the new boss, but I strolled through the air-conditioned corridors of the office that had employed me for the past two years in dark denim jeans and a “Question Sleep” T-shirt. It was a reference to one of my favorite cartoons and a possibly misguided attempt to show my dedication to our freshly minted overlord.
“Question sleep,” Cooper Jones said as I lowered my frame into the seat next to him at the glass conference room table.
Coop had been my best friend since high school when we bonded over a shared love of art and heavy metal music. That friendship had gotten me through my time in the army, and when I got out, Coop had petitioned Beau to
give me a chance here. At the time, I was struggling with finding myself, and a desk at Sure Thing was my anchor in the storm.
“Freakin’ a,” I responded as we fist-bumped in a show our manly solidarity.
“Hey, guys.”
We both looked up to see our almighty art director Chris Stewart taking his place across from us.
“Hi, Chris!” Cooper and I replied in unison.
“Nice shirt,” Chris said with a nod in my direction.
“Thanks,” I crooned again.
To be fair, Chris’s black, silk button up with white pearl buttons was also quite nice, if you like that sort of thing. It looked too “professional” for me.
“My brother gave me this last week, you want?” Chris said, proffering a CD case in my general direction.
The “this” in question was an autographed, pre-release of the long-awaited fourth album by Universal Chaos, the famous metal band Chris’s brother Steve was one of the vocalists for. The exact number of singers tended to change, but it was never less than two. At that moment in time, Steve was one of three, brought in after their second album when they wanted to make the sound even bigger and more flamboyant.
“Yes, please!” I said, swiping it from his grasp so fast even I barely saw my hand move.
“Glad you like it,” Chris said with a genuine grin.
That was the thing about Chris. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in a bad mood. Which is doubly impressive, considering he didn’t really fit in anywhere, not even into his own family. He loved them to bits, and they seemed to feel the same, but he was kind of the default black sheep. Everyone else was involved in music in some way, including his mom and dad, who were an opera singer and a composer, respectively. Even his baby sister was a professional cellist. Poor Chris, on the other hand, was utterly tone-deaf. He had excellent managerial skills, though, and Beau had hired him right out of college.
