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I didn’t stop until I got to the bed, where I gently laid her down and covered her with my body.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
I hadn’t made love to her in over two weeks, since the night she’d told me about her pregnancy with another man’s baby.
And that wasn’t due to allegations, either, but by her putting me off with bogus complaints of being tired or not ‘wanting it.’
I was on edge, and I needed to prove to her that I wasn’t upset with her for sleeping with another man before we’d mated.
And I told her so.
“I love you. And this baby,” I told her bluntly.
She blinked.
“This baby is wanted. The circumstances that the baby was conceived under weren’t ideal, but I’ll never take that out against you. Or her.”
She blinked away tears.
“How’d you know?” she whispered.
“You’ve been avoiding it,” I mumbled, pushing my hands up the underside of her t-shirt.
Her eyes widened.
“I have not,” she lied.
I looked at her.
“Nearly every thought that crosses your mind I’m privy to,” I tapped her forehead with one finger. “All except for a select few, and those are the ones that I really want to know.”
“What?” she cried. “How?”
I grinned.
“You don’t shield your thoughts worth a shit. If I’m in the vicinity of you, then everything you think, I think,” I enlightened her. “Everything but the ones that you shield almost automatically. And those I only have to guess about.”
“What ones?” she asked stubbornly.
“I get faint hints of what they’re about. You feeling bad about mating me when you were pregnant with another man’s baby. Not feeling worthy of my love. Things like that.” I looked into her eyes. “If I still find you attractive now that you have been soiled.”
Her eyes widened in alarm.
“Don’t say anything.” I placed one finger over her mouth.
She glared.
“But I realized something when Robert died. When I saw his blood on the ground.” I started pushing her shirt up and off her body, tossing it across the room and immediately dropping my mouth to place a wet kiss on the soft swell of her belly.
She shivered.
“What?” She asked, quivering slightly.
“That the baby’s DNA doesn’t match Robert’s.”
She tilted her head to the side.
“What?”
“The baby’s DNA isn’t matching up with Robert’s.” I repeated. “It’s matching up with mine.”
She gasped and sat up, her face coming only inches from my face.
“What are you talking about?”
I ran my finger across her skin.
“You were right.”
She tilted her head in confusion.
“You were right that I was upset that you were carrying another man’s baby.” I admitted. “Upset enough that I didn’t think to look more deeply than the surface. I could see that there was a baby, but the moment I did, I didn’t want to be reminded that the baby wasn’t mine…so I just stopped looking. Kept myself from seeing that deeply.”
She stayed silent.
“And when Robert was lying there, dying, I made a discovery.” I told her, trailing my fingertips down the side of her face. “The baby you’re carrying is mine.”
“How?” She breathed. “You had a vasectomy!”
I shook my head. “I don’t freakin’ know.” I told her. “And honestly, I don’t care. I don’t care how it happened. Some fucking miracle. Some fucking divine intervention. Whatever it is, that baby inside of you is mine, and all of this shit about you worrying about me loving some baby that isn’t mine doesn’t even matter anymore.”
“I love you,” I told her. “All of you.”
And then I showed her, making sure to touch my mouth to every single part of her body that I loved.
Her mouth. Her breasts. Her feet. The insides of her thighs.
I left nothing untouched, and by the time I finally got to her pussy with my mouth, she was a quivering mass of excitement about ready to detonate.
I stopped just short of pressing my lips to her clit, and looked up her body.
“You watching?” I asked.
She bit her lip and nodded.
Then I grinned.
“Good.”
Then I devoured her pussy, burying my face in her beautiful body and bathing myself in her scent.
By the time I was through with her, I’d wrung out two orgasms from her, and she’d lost the ability to hold her legs up.
“Ready, baby?” I asked her, prowling up between her legs to situate myself snugly against her.
Her eyes were filled with all kinds of things that I liked and, for the first time in weeks, I was able to breathe fully.
That was what she did for me, though. She kept me sane and grounded, which allowed me to just be me.
Notching my throbbing cock with her entrance, I slowly started to push inside, burying myself inside her so fully that there was absolutely no separation between us.
Her lips parted, and her eyes were glazed.
“I love you,” she whispered.
I smiled, leaning down to press my lips against hers.
