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What should have been an easy job today takes a turn for the worse when I get stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic on my way back to the warehouse. It’s been hours since I talked to Dolly, and I’m impatient to get home to my girl. She told me she was fine on the phone, but I need to see her to believe it.
When I finally get home, all the lights are off, and she must have gone to bed already. I tiptoe into the bedroom, trying not to wake her, though really, I know I can stomp around here like an elephant with as deep as she sleeps.
It’s not until I turn on the bathroom light that I notice Dolly isn’t in bed. I swear my heart stops beating in my chest, and my mind goes wild with thoughts of worst-case scenarios of what may have happened to her. She wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen when I passed through to get to the bedroom, and I rush out of the room, calling her name.
I come to a dead stop when I notice the nursery door is open. I slip in to find Dolly asleep in the recliner. Just enough moonlight shines in through the open blinds for me to see the hint of a peaceful smile curving her lips. She snores softly as I approach, taking in the fact that not only is she wearing one of my flannels, but she also has her hand resting on her belly.
Could it be?
To my knowledge, this is the first time she’s stepped foot in here since the furniture was delivered, and there was that hint of something in her voice earlier…
“Dolly,” I whisper as I kneel next to the chair, smooth my hands up her legs and under the hem of the flannel, then rest my palms just under her belly button for a few minutes. I still don’t feel anything different there, but that’s not surprising this early in a pregnancy if she is, in fact, pregnant. “Babygirl?”
I move her hand to the side and begin unbuttoning the flannel at the bottom until her belly is exposed, then drop my head to place tiny kisses all over her lower abdomen. I unbutton the rest and pull the fabric to the sides, exposing her breasts. I cup them tenderly, rolling her nipples with my thumbs as I push my nose into the V of her upper thighs and inhale the scent of my woman.
My pregnant woman?
I am rock-hard at the thought she could already be pregnant with my baby. Carefully readjusting her lower on the chair, I pull her panties off and spread her legs, then kneel between them. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this view, though I wish the lights were on so I could see everything that belongs to me.
I drop my nose to her mound again, dragging in deep breaths of my woman’s scent, then lick a slow line up from her hole to her clit and back down again. Dolly must not have been sleeping as deeply as usual since she jerks awake when I push my tongue in her pussy.
“Oh my—Wyatt?”
“Yeah, babygirl. Daddy’s here.” I take another long lick, savoring her taste. When I pull back, I ask, “Got anything you need to tell me?” I keep my eyes on her face as I rub little circles over her belly with my palms and flick my tongue over her clit.
She tips her head back and moans softly, spreading her legs wider. “Y-Yeah. I wanted to wait until you got home.”
“Tell me.” I suction her clit between my lips, and she cries out as her hips rock.
“Oh, god, that feels so good.”
I release the suction, flicking her clit with my tongue instead, and pull back. She pouts when I stop. “Now. Tell me now, and I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be screaming my name.”
“I’m pregnant, Daddy.”
I suck in a breath as warmth blooms in my chest at her confirmation, my heart doubling in size for my woman and our child she’s carrying. I spring up from between her legs and grip her sides, kissing every inch between her mound and her neck before I reach her face.
“You’re really pregnant with our baby?” She nods, and I feel the tear that slips down her cheek and over my thumb when I cradle her face. I don’t want to ask the next question—a little afraid of the answer—but I have to know. “Are you happy?”
Time stands still, and I hold my breath, waiting for her answer. She nods again, accompanied by a wide smile, and the relief I feel is bone-deep.
“So happy. I didn’t think I would be. I told myself all the reasons why I shouldn’t want this, but…but when I saw the pink lines, I immediately knew this is exactly what I want—you, us, this baby.” She reaches up to cradle my face, too, and our mouths meet in the middle as I take her with a sensual kiss.
“You’ve made me the happiest man alive, Dolly. I was already happier than I’ve ever been just being with you, but you’ve made it all that much more special. Thank you, babygirl. Thank you. I love you so damn much.”
We’re both crying now as she whispers back how much she loves me, too, and I close my eyes, memorizing every second of this moment so I can keep it and look back on it for the rest of my life.
I scoop her up and take her to our bedroom, laying her gently on her back in the middle of the bed. I pull off her flannel, tossing it to the side, then strip down and climb on top of her.
“I love you,” I whisper between kisses, starting with her lips, her chin, her neck, then down until I capture one of her nipples between my teeth. Dolly arches her back when I cup both breasts and suck her nipple deeper into my mouth. Releasing it with a pop, my voice comes out husky with hunger to take my fill of my woman. “I can’t wait to taste you when these fill with milk.” I massage her breasts, and she moans, bucking her hips up. “Does that idea turn you on, babygirl? The thought of your Daddy drinking your milk?”
“Oh god, it shouldn’t,” she groans, even as she palms the back of my head to pull me closer.
“But it does, doesn’t it? You want Daddy to suckle your tits and drink your milk.” I release one of her breasts and slide my hand down to thrust two fingers into her cunt and pull them back out. She moans and spreads her legs wider as I bring my fingers up where she can see her shiny juices coating my fingers. “Look how wet you are, babygirl. So goddamn perfect for me. I’m gonna eat you ‘til you cream in my mouth and scream my name.”
I move down the bed and attack her pussy, spreading her lower lips apart with one hand and suctioning my lips around her clit. Her hips buck wildly, and I have to restrain her with an arm across her hips, being careful not to put any pressure on her abdomen.
“Daddy! Too good, it hurts! Oh god, I can’t—”
