Chapter Eight
Jason
Shit, shit, shit… How could I have been so stupid? I fucking know better. How many unplanned pregnancies have I dealt with throughout the years?
I find a cleaning spray under the sink and grab a paper towel. It doesn’t even phase me that I’m stark nude in Ava’s kitchen while I wipe my semen from her wall and floor.
The moment I felt her unbridled heat against my dick, I should have stopped us and grabbed a condom. So fucking lost in her soft arms, I didn’t think.
I’m tossing out the remnants of our lovemaking when she returns. She shuffles before me, wearing yoga pants and a tank top. “I took my pill. It’s only been a couple hours…”
I don’t miss the underlying question. “I don’t know, sweetheart. I want to say we’ll be fine, but people have gotten pregnant from only a tiny bit of precum before slapping on a condom. If you’d like, I can get you Plan B,” I say, pulling on my underwear and pants. Having this conversation in the nude, especially when she’s dressed, feels weird.
Ava bites her lip, and her nervous eyes meet mine. I pull her into my arms and hold her. The chances we created life just now, while a possibility, is not probable. I hate that I’ve caused her this undue stress. If—and that’s a big if—she is pregnant, she won’t have anything to worry about.
Realization dawns on me. I’m in this for good, with or without a child bringing us together. Ava means more to me than any woman has. I see a future in her gentle eyes. I’m not ready to tell her my truth, and I’m pretty sure she’s not ready to hear it, especially now when she’s worried about an unplanned pregnancy.
“When’s your period due?” I whisper against her hair.
“I just finished a couple days ago.”
“Well, that works in our favor. If you want Plan B, we’ll get it, but it’s your choice.” The idea of her round with my child isn’t the scariest thing to me. If anything, the thought makes me dream of a future where I hope it will come true.
“You won’t be mad if I don’t?” she mutters against me.
Pulling her back, I cup her cheek. “While a child wouldn’t be ideal at this point in our relationship, I promise I’ll still be here if we cross that bridge.” I stare at her, and hope she sees the truth in my words.
The nod she gives me is small and tugs at my heart. I can see she wants to believe me, but fear is teasing the edges of her features. I lower my head and brush my lips against hers, sealing my words with a kiss.
***
It’s been about a month since my slipup. Since then, I’ve made sure to leave condoms everywhere. Ava’s worry lingers in the background, but I don’t like drawing attention to it. We’ve had sex nearly two dozen times since then.
My beauty is anything but shy in my arms. We’ve christened the couch, shower, kitchen, and bed in both of our places. She’s open and gorgeous in her sexuality, and I’m the luckiest man alive to witness it.
She does wicked things with her mouth, but I’ve not allowed myself to finish there—mainly because I get so desperate to have her wrapped around me. Seeing her come apart in my arms is one of my favorite pastimes.
Seriously, everything with her is mind-blowing. Not just the sex. She challenges me with her thoughts, ideas, and beliefs. Her sense of humor and even the love she has for her job leaves me in awe.
Without a doubt, I know this woman owns me. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.
She answers the door with a cheerful smile, pushing aside my thoughts. “I’m ready!” she tells me, beaming with excitement. I give her a quick kiss hello, and she turns to lock her door.
“Last chance. Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to,” I tell her and pray she doesn’t back out. I’ll understand it if she does, but I’m ready for the two women I love to meet.
“If I couldn’t tell how much you want this, I’d think you didn’t want your mom to meet me.” Her brow raises in challenge, and I chuckle.
“She’s going to love you!” Like I do.
My nerves take over the closer we get. I’m not sure how Mom will be when we arrive. She’s had a few more bad days, and it seems her condition is worsening faster than expected. Patience and love—if you don’t count Ava—are the driving forces in helping me cope.
“I hope she does. I hear a bond between a mother and son is unbreakable.”
I kiss her knuckles when we arrive. “Once she sees how happy you make me, you’re in like sin.”
I grin when my words do their job and her laughter fills the car. “Don’t let your patients realize you’re such a dork. They’ll question your medical degree.”
“So much sass from that mouth. And here I thought you were shy and unassuming when we first met,” I say and park the car.
