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I laughed, taking Pike’s hand. “I think these are enough announcements for now,” I said.
There was one more announcement, and I was saving it just for Pike.
My original plan had been to tell everyone about my pregnancy at the dinner table, after Pike announced our relationship. I had been looking forward to seeing the look of horror and shock on Morgan’s face. Even after I had been unable to tell Pike ahead of time, I had been willing to go through with it. But this would be better. Pike deserved to know before anyone else. He was the father, after all.
The rest of the night passed happily, and I couldn’t stop feeling like I was overflowing with joy. Morgan and Pike were still a little stiff with each other, and I was a little stiff with Morgan, too, but we began to find our rhythm. I was looking forward to actually being able to enjoy family time again, to look up to my brother the way that I had when I was a kid.
We elected to stay the night at Pike’s place, so that we could have some privacy. We’d drive back over to my parents’ place tomorrow morning to open presents and all of that. Mom had promised me she’d make her delicious cinnamon rolls, and I for one couldn’t wait.
But I wanted to spend this night just with Pike. Just with my fiancé. And my family looked like they understood.
My first order of business when we got into his apartment was to tell him, but then I froze in shock.
“You decorated!” I blurted out.
Pike grinned. “I sure did. What do you think?”
I looked all around. When I’d last been here, there hadn’t been so much as a wreath on the door. Now, there were wreathes with Christmas lights hung up on the walls, and a small Christmas tree in the corner, with presents neatly wrapped underneath it, candles on the table that Pike went over to light, and paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling.
“The presents are just old boxes from the shop downstairs that I wrapped,” Pike informed me with a smile. “They’re for decoration. You’re not getting twenty presents from me.”
“But what if I deserve twenty presents?” I asked, pouting playfully.
“I know exactly what you deserve,” Pike replied, a growl lingering around the edges of his voice, and I squeaked as he picked me up and kissed me, literally sweeping me off my feet.
“Pike, back in the kitchen—” I had wanted to tell him about the pregnancy then, before I announced it at the table, but we’d been interrupted.
Pike kept kissing me, interrupting me, until I couldn’t even get a word out edgewise.
Oh, what the hell. I could tell him in the morning.
The ring felt wonderfully heavy on my finger. This was my fiancé. My fiancé. Pike wanted to marry me. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.
I didn’t think I had ever felt so damn happy in my life. Merry fucking Christmas, indeed.
Pike swooped his arm up underneath my legs, picking me up bridal-style, and I laughed as he carried me to the bed, laying me down like I was something precious. I pulled him down on top of me, kissing him, enjoying the moment. I could kiss him as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted. We had the rest of our lives to be together. To do this.
It thrilled me and soothed me like nothing else.
Pike smiled into the kiss as I wrapped my arms around him, coaxing his tongue into my mouth and sucking on it. Pike began to undo my clothes, working them off of me slowly, taking his time. We could take our time, and it was only then that I realized how I had been rushing this whole time, worried about having Pike snatched away from me, worried about losing him.
But now that fear was gone. I was relaxed, giggling, helping Pike out of his clothes in his turn. God, he was so handsome. He was also charming, and loving, and everything I could have hoped for.
I kissed him the entire time as I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, enjoying the way that he shuddered and arched into my touch. “I want you,” I whispered. “I always want you.”
Pike kissed me again, then kissed my neck, then my shoulder, then my cheek. “I think you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I smiled at him. That was all I had ever wanted to hear.
33
Pike
Y’know, growing up, I had never really understood the whole fucking versus making love thing. Weren’t they the same thing, really?
But now I was realizing that they weren’t the same thing at all. Because I had fucked before, but this was different. This was making love.
It wasn’t just about how good it was as I entered her, as I fucked her. It was about staring into her eyes and realizing that we were joined, we were connected. That I was getting to spend the rest of my life with this woman that I loved. She was perfect, she felt perfect, but it wasn’t just how she felt, it wasn’t just sex, it was about holding and being held and feeling like somehow I had come home.
