His Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  I knew that she was right. I was carrying his baby. Our baby. I kept remembering the tender moments in which we had conceived it. The way he stroked my hair, kissed my lips.

  Or maybe it was during one of our rougher sessions, when he spanked me and called me his good pupil. Either way, it had been conceived by us, and conceived in love.

  Love?

  Maybe I was getting carried away by pregnancy hormones or the desire for some picture perfect life, but I really did feel like I loved him. I had never felt this way about anyone else before – that was for sure.

  I was already struggling with trying to make sense of our relationship.

  Now, I had to figure out how I was going to break the news to him that he was a father.

  Chapter 13

  Izzy

  I was startled out of my sleep by my phone, a bell ringing alerting me that I’d gotten a text message.

  I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, checking the time on the top of my phone.

  Seven o’clock in the morning.

  Who in the world could be texting me this early on a Saturday? I wondered, scrolling through my messages.

  It was Jace.

  “You are cordially invited to join me for pancakes and eggs at my place,” read the text.

  The thought of eating that early in the morning almost made me hurl, even though my stomach was completely empty. But I really missed Jace. And seeing him face-to-face might give me the nerve that I needed to talk to him about where our relationship was going, if anywhere, and to tell him that I was pregnant and planned to keep the baby.

  I imagined myself telling him the truth so many times and each time, he reacted differently. I imagined him crying, saying that meeting me ruined his life. I imagined him being angry, accusing me of trying to trap him and being irresponsible.

  I shuddered at the thought, convinced that, whatever his response might be, I couldn’t imagine that he would be happy about it.

  I jumped in the shower, enjoying the empty stall all to myself. The entire dorm was silent except for the sound of the shower running. I washed from head to toe, wrapped my towel around me, and headed back to my dorm to get dressed.

  It was almost nine o’clock by the time I made it to Jace’s condo. When I knocked softly on the door, it flew open almost immediately. He stood in the doorway, looking like someone had come to his house and announced that he had won a million dollars. I smiled, amused at his excitement, which matched my own. We were clearly happy to be seeing each other.

  “Come in,” he said, stepping aside so that I could enter, motioning for me to join him at the kitchen table.

  He had already set the table with fresh flowers, orange juice, plates, and silverware. The food sat on the counter on large serving platters. There was a plate of what looked like blueberry pancakes and another of scrambled eggs, both with wisps of steam rising from them.

  “It looks like I came just in time,” I said, blown away by how easily he moved around the kitchen. “You made all of this yourself? You don’t have a chef in the closet hiding somewhere, do you?”

  I folded my arms, giving him a playful look like I didn’t believe him as he shook his head no, with a big smile on his handsome face.

  He hung his head and laughed.

  “There you go not believing me again,” he said, maneuvering around me with both platters in his hands, placing them on the table with a loud clink. “Sit down.”

  He pulled out a chair for me. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I wasn’t hungry, so I just sat down, thanking him. He pulled up a chair next to me, telling me to serve myself what I would like.

  I looked down at the food on the table and my stomach started to turn. I knew that there was no way that I was going to be able to eat.

  “You know, I think that I’d just rather have some orange juice, if you have some.”

  “Orange juice. I can do orange juice!” he said, running over to the refrigerator.

  He pulled out a carton of juice, grabbed a wine flute from a rack above the island in the kitchen, and poured the juice.

  “You didn’t have to get all fancy,” I said, laughing as he brought the glass over to me like it was fine wine

  “It’s the least that I can do for you, my dear,” he said.

  His eyes were so soft, his dark brows overpowering his gaze as he looked down at me, with almost a pained look on his face. I found myself walking over to him, drawn to him like a magnet, and hugging him before I even thought about it.

  He opened his arms, welcoming me with a warm, tight hug. We stood there, holding each other, basking in the quiet calm of his apartment. We stayed like that, swaying, holding each other for what felt like an eternity. He was the first to break our embrace, grabbing me by my hand, and leading me toward his bedroom.

  Once there, he sat down on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt, staring at me, searching my eyes, looking over my breasts and body hungrily. I pulled my shirt over my head, my pussy pulsing greedily as I anticipated another one of our steamy sessions.

  He surprised me, pulling me down onto him before I could get my pants off. I kicked my feet as my pants clung to my ankles. I finally freed myself, just in time to feel Jace’s hands rubbing my inner thigh, his curious fingers seeking out my center.

  I opened my legs wide to greet him, moaning as he ran his finger from the bottom of my clit to the top, taking his fingers into his mouth to make them wet, and then rubbing his wet saliva on my clit. My pussy tightened from the stimulation, starting to make wetness of its own.

  Jace sucked his teeth, leaning down to get a glimpse of his work. He must have liked what he saw because then he leaned down to give my pussy a kiss. It was a soft kiss, tender. It tickled, making me jump each time his lips landed on me.

  “No running,” he said.

  I wasn’t quite sure what he meant. He interlocked his arms around my legs, holding me in place. He plunged his tongue into my pussy, squeezing my ass hard. I looked down, watching his head circle around as he moved his tongue in and out of my soaking wet pussy, drinking in all my juices that were pouring out for him.

  I pumped my hips back and forth, covering his face in my creamy goodness. He moaned deeply, like he was enjoying a gourmet meal. He started moving his tongue faster and faster, fucking me hard with it. I was just about to explode in an orgasm when he pulled his face away and flipped me over onto my stomach, eating my pussy from behind.

  It was a strange sensation, his tongue grazing the hole of my pussy, landing on the center of my clit. It felt like a bell clanging in my ears as the waves of orgasm ran through me. He kept on sucking my pussy, making me cum even harder.

  He had a firm grasp on my legs and held me there. I tried pulling away from him and he wouldn’t have that. My stomach muscles seized up as I tried to brace myself against the strong orgasm that he was giving me with his mouth, slurping and sucking, lapping up my cum as it poured out of me.

  He finally let me go and I laid on his bed, my leg twitching as my body shook from the orgasm that I was still experiencing. He sat over me, watching me, smiling at his handiwork, his hand on his dick, rubbing it.

  I watched it go from semi-soft to hard, with him rubbing it, spitting on his hand, and then rubbing it again. He turned me over with his other hand with so much force, I thought that he was going to throw me off of the bed.

  He crawled to me, our noses touching and then he leaned his body onto mine. He guided his dick toward my pussy and I opened wide for it. We both watched quietly as he slid his hard dick into my pussy, gliding right in since my pussy was still extremely wet from cumming all over the place.

  I clamped my legs around his waist, my pussy wrapping tightly around his dick, squeezing and pulsing like the aftershocks of an earthquake. I ran my hands along his broad chest and shoulders as he held my hips, rocking back and forth as he fucked me.

  His dick felt so good, churning in and out of my wet pussy, my pussy lips smacking with each thrust. He moaned with d
elight, leaning his head back as our bodies lie there tangled in a mess on his bed.

  He stroked my pussy, his hands toying with my nipples, for a while before he got so overwhelmed with passion that he came. He yelled loudly as he pulled out his cock and came onto the sheets next to my leg.

  The hot, thick cum seeped out of him, veins bulging from his neck as he released. He huddled up on his knees, his head tucked to his chin, trying to catch his breath. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch mine.

  “Well, I guess that’s one way of working up an appetite,” I said after a few minutes.

  He looked at me sleepily and laughed, throwing a pillow at me playfully.

  “Are you hungry now?” he asked.

  I nodded, rubbing my belly. I stopped abruptly, afraid that I would give something away. He must have noticed, though, because he gave me a confused look. He climbed out of bed and disappeared through the doorway of the bedroom towards the kitchen.

  I stood up to follow him, finding my legs a little unsteady, and almost pitched forward. I took a few wobbly steps out the door and met him in the kitchen. He already had started heating up some food in the microwave and now he put it on the table where I had been sitting before.

  “Take two. Sit. Eat,” he said, pulling out my chair for me once again.

  He was such a gentleman. It was one of my favorite things about him. I sat down, cut a piece of a pancake, and took a bite. It was really good. I told him so. He started to eat, too, staring at me and smiling.

  “What?” I asked, when he didn’t say anything.

  “Oh, nothing,” he said, shrugging. “You’re just beautiful, that’s all. I just want to sit and admire your beauty all day.”

  He was serious. And he looked really happy. He made me feel happy, too. I thought that maybe I was overthinking everything. Maybe I could just come right out and tell Jace everything and it would all work itself out and be perfect. I was almost sure that it would be as we sat there eating, his hand on top of mine.

  I was going to tell him.

  As I opened my mouth to speak, there was a knock at the door. I jumped and gasped. Jace motioned for me to stay quiet.

  “Who is it?” he called loudly.

  “It’s Trent,” came a faint voice on the other side of the door. After a pause, he added, “Hey, do you think you can open up? It’s kind of hard balancing on crutches and holding a bunch of papers.”

  Jace looked at me, a look of horror on his face that I had never seen before. He grabbed me by the hand and ran to his bedroom, pulling me along so fast that I was sure that I was going to fall. He sat me down on the bed and mouthed for me to stay put. Then he disappeared out the bedroom door, closing it softly behind him before he left.

  I sat there, my heart pounding in my ears from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was so scared, not knowing what was going to happen. Were we going to get caught? Was Jace going to be fired?

  I tried to slow my breathing down so that I could try to eavesdrop on what was going on in the other room. I heard the door open and a flustered Trent tapped his crutches as he walked into the kitchen. I heard the sound of a stack of papers hitting the counter a few moments later.

  I tried to will my heart to stop beating so fast because I was almost convinced that they could hear me if it kept up.

  “Thank you so much for running the tests on a Saturday, Trent,” said Jace, his voice taking on a commanding air. “But you didn’t have to come over here to bring results. That could have waited until Monday.”

  “Oh, no worries,” said Trent. “I’m glad to help. I feel really bad about leaving all the work to you since I was out of work with a bum leg. Especially with the internship. I know that was something that we were supposed to do together. And that Izzy. She’s something special, isn’t she?”

  I froze. Had he seen me? The door was closed so, unless he had x-ray vision, I knew that there was no way that that was possible. I just wrote it off as a strange coincidence that he mentioned my name.

  “Yes, she is,” said Jace, his voice even and soft. “I wouldn’t have picked her for the internship if she wasn’t. I’m just worried that she might be spread too thin.”

  “I’d like to spread her, alright. Maybe you can give me some tips on how I can get her to fall over with her legs spread so that I can conveniently fall on top of her.”

  His laughter was nasally and high-pitched, grating on my ears.

  “That is not funny at all!” roared Jace angrily. “You need to respect women.”

  I could hear their feet shuffling like they were in a scuffle.

  “Whoa, hey! I was only joking. I just meant…” said Trent, his voice trailing off like he was moving toward the door.

  “I know exactly what you meant, and you are way out of line,” said Jace.

  “Ow! You’re hurting me. Let me go!”

  I could hear Trent’s voice echoing in the hallway.

  “I think that you need some time to reconsider how you should fucking be a gentleman.”

  “Geez, man, you I think that you reinjured my ankle. I’ve gotta go to the hospital and have it checked out. You should really calm down.”

  The door slammed hard and I could hear Jace walking toward his bedroom. The door swung open and he reached a hand toward me, motioning for me to come out.

  “The coast is clear,” he said, grinning sheepishly at me. “I’m sorry that you had to hear that. I don’t know what came over Trent.”

  “It’s okay,” I said, grinning happily while I squeezed his hand. “I heard the way that you stood up for me and I appreciate that. Only… aren’t you going to get into trouble for hurting Trent? He sounded pretty upset.”

  Jace waved a hand toward me.

  “I’ll weather that. Don’t you worry about it. He shouldn’t have been such an asshole about you. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.”

  He walked over to his couch, a white sectional with plush pillows, and sat down, pulling me down with him. He wrapped his arm around me, leaning my head on his chest.

  His heart was beating so fast, pounding loudly in my ear. There was something calming and comforting about being in his arms.

  But, as much as I tried to enjoy the moment, I just kept thinking about how our worlds could completely change.

  “Do you have tenure?” I asked, my eyes closed as I lay on him. He paused, took a deep breath, and blew it out.

  “No tenure,” he said. “But it shouldn’t be too long before I have it. I hope. As long as everything keeps going as well as they have been these last few years, I should be golden.”

  I knew that him being the father to my baby could definitely throw a monkey wrench in his smooth sailing plan. I pressed a little bit more.

  “I definitely see the passion that you have for teaching. What about any other schools? Have you ever thought of, say, relocating or something?”

  He shook his head hard.

  “No. Never. One of my favorite things about what I do is that I get to do it at my own Alma Mater, a place that was impactful for me during my formative years. It’s here where I grew. It’s here where I want to help others to grow, to give back, so to speak. I hope to have my own retirement party here someday.”

  I laughed at the thought of him, an old man, face covered in cake with too much frosting. My laughter faded quickly when I thought about telling him about the baby.

  How was I going to do that now, though?

  If I told him and he claimed the baby, then that meant that our secret would be out. Everyone would know that we had been sleeping together. And that could mean the end of his dream and could give him a reputation that could follow him for years to come. And if he didn’t claim the baby…

  I couldn’t even bring myself to think about that. My heart plummeted as I tried not to. It felt like the air got thin, like I was going to suffocate if I didn’t get out of there.

  I had to leave. Fast.

  “Oh, my God, I’ve gotta go,” I
said, fanning my face.

  “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Jace sprung up from the couch worriedly, pacing back and forth in front of me.

  “Oh, it’s… I told Layla that we could hang out today. I’ve gotta get back.”

  Jace said that he understood, kissed me on the forehead, and helped me find my things so that I could leave. He told me that he would call me later and to take care of myself. I took a long look at him before I left, closing the door behind me.

  I slipped out the back door, careful to peek around the corner so that no one saw me. I didn’t know how much longer our secret would be safe, but I was going to try my best to keep it that way for as long as I could.

  Chapter 14

  Izzy

  My knees shook, and my hands trembled as I held my iPad in my hand, staring at what could have easily been a death threat. My stomach dropped into my shoes.

  This was it.

  I received an email, which also cc’d my parents, which read:

  “Dear Ms. Carson,

  Due to some recently allegations of unethical conduct, faculty will be holding a special meeting to resolve any issues. Your presence is requested on Monday at 9 am sharp.

  Thank you,

  Ana Lewis,

  Dean’s Assistant.”

  My mind raced, poring over what it could be about. I know that my grades had been suffering since I had been dealing with the emotional fallout of whatever had been happening with Jace and the weight of what I was going to do about this baby.

  I had known that the day would be coming when I would have to face the music about my grades. The fact that my parents were sent the alert, too, concerned me, though.

  Could it have been about something else?

  I dressed slowly, not ready to rush to what I knew would not end well.

  When I showed up to the administrative offices of the university, I almost stopped and turned around at what I saw.

  My mother and father had shown up for the meeting.