Page 116 of Possessive Ink

Blinking, her lips press together, but I can see the bottom one trembling.

“I know exactly how this happened. I’ve spent the last month fucking as much cum into you as humanly possible,” I tell her, failing to hide the hint of pride in my tone. “Do you want children?” I ask her, feeling like an idiot for not having already had this conversation. If she says no, I have no fucking clue what I’ll do.

“Yes, but…”

“Ask me,” I demand.

“What?”

“Ask me if I want children.”

“Do you want children?” she whispers.

“Fuck, yes. I want a house full of them. I want a dozen beautiful little girls who look just like their perfect mommy. I want you pregnant, those perfect fucking tits of yours full of milk, your beautiful belly round with our child. I want it all.”

“You do?” she asks, a hint of hopefulness slipping into her tone.

“I want as many babies as you’ll give me, and I don’t care if we start now or in six months or six years.”

“I swear I didn’t do this to trap you,” she assures me, her expression open and earnest.

“Princess,” I sigh. “I never for a fucking moment considered that you did. And even if this was all some crazy plan, then count me in. Fucking trap me. Tie me to you in every way you know how. Use every trick in the book to make me just as yours as you are mine, because if it was me doing the trapping, I’d play as dirty as I had to to keep you, and I’d do whatever it took to make sure you could never get free.”

A broken, half sob, half laugh bubbles from her lips. She’s still crying, but she’s trying to smile through it. “Atticus.”

Pulling her close, I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly to me. “My baby is growing inside of you, Lemon. This is a good thing.”

“It is?” she questions, her words muffled against my chest.

“Of course it is,” I exclaim, pulling her away so I can look at her face. “I love you. We’re getting married, and we just found out we’re having a baby. This is fucking fantastic. Don’t you want this baby?”

My heart stutters as I wait for her answer. I have no idea what I’ll do if she tells me she doesn’t want our child. I’ll respect her choice, but it’ll break my heart.

It feels like it takes forever for her to answer. “I…” Her words trail off as she lowers her hand and places it over her stomach.

A wide smile spreads across my face as I cover her hand with mine. “Tell me you want our baby.”

“I want our baby.”

“Tell me you want a house full of babies.”

“I want a house full of babies.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” she says softly.

“Thank fuck for that, because I love you too.”

The End.

EPILOGUE

Lemon