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Her eyes moved back and forth between mine and she let out a small sob, followed by a hiccup, and shook her head with my hands still on her. “I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you, Conor.” Her voice lowered to a watery whisper, “I don’t believe you.”
“I didn’t. I swear to fucking God, Mia, I didn’t do anything.” I wasn’t above begging at this point. I straightened enough so I could press my lips to her forehead. “I fell asleep and woke up and she was there. Fuck, Mia, I thought she was you!”
Mia sniffled and tilted her head down, this time looking at our feet.
Well, she probably really only saw her belly.
God, her belly.
She couldn’t walk away. She couldn’t.
“She’s blonde.”
I tried really fucking hard not to laugh at that. Hand to God, I didn’t mean to chuckle, but if that was the only thing Mia could come up with, then I knew this was going to be ok.
She swung her head up so fast, she nearly clipped me in the chin, causing me to almost laugh again but the glare in her eyes had me stopping. “She’s a blonde, Conor. How did you think she was me?”
“I was sleeping, Mia baby.” My voice was quiet again. This conversation was for Mia only, not the gawkers who kept glancing over at us. Stone, good man that he was, turned up the baseball game on one TV, and was talking loudly about the latest NHL trades with a couple of the patrons. “Come upstairs with me. Please.”
She sniffed again and clenched her jaw. I could see that determined, stubborn side trying to win out in my girl but finally she just nodded. “But only because we’re making a scene. Which we seem to do so well,” she added in a smart-assed, off-handed mumbled way. I didn’t bother stopping my chuckle this time.
She stepped out of my hold and skirted around me, heading back toward the doors we both just came barreling out of.
Just before getting there, of course the fucking blonde had to walk through.
I was ready to pull Mia to me, make an announcement to the entire bar that my cock was closed for business, but Mia beat me to the punch.
She pointed at the girl and said through her teeth. “He’s mine.” Damn, I loved that possessive tone in her voice.
Blonde, stupid assed bitch, just grinned. “He doesn’t do seconds, sweetheart. Everyone knows that.”
“I don’t know if you noticed, but he’s done seconds with me. And thirds.” That was a great exaggeration on Mia’s part, because I’d been sporting a hard dick and blue balls for a month, but the thought was the same.
Mia rubbed her belly and the blonde glanced down, eyes widening as if she only just now noticed the bump Mia was sporting.
It wasn’t exactly small.
I reached around Mia and placed my hand on top of hers, rubbing the bump with her. “Just leave her, Mia.” The baby kicked under our hands, giving its opinion of the matter as well.
My grin was huge as shit. The kicks and punches were getting stronger. According to my book, it wouldn’t be long until Mia and I could watch, without touching, as the baby moved and I was fucking excited as shit for that.
That would be so fucking cool. Weird, but fucking cool.
“Well, when you change your mind,” blondie said as she walked away, her eyes full of a promise I had no intention of unwrapping. Ignoring her, I took Mia’s hand in mine and we made our way through the kitchen, up the stairs, into my apartment.
“I had a surprise for you,” Mia found her voice after I closed the door, locking it behind us.
“What kind of surprise?” I asked, curious.
Her hand still in mine, Mia pulled me to the couch where she turned me and pushed on my stomach until I sat down with a grin. With her lip lower lip locked between her teeth, she moved her feet so she could straddle my legs, hoisting up the lower hem of the cotton dress she wore.
I took her all in, now that there were no outside distractions. Her face was still flushed from the emotion of downstairs, and her voice still had a bit of a quiver in it, but her eyes lost that wildness.
She wore a simple white, cotton dress, but it cut in at her shoulders in the racer-back fashion, leaving her shoulders bare. It also gave the illusion she wasn’t wearing a bra, but I knew my woman’s tits; she was wearing a bra.
The cotton stretched tight over her belly. Every day, at least that’s what it felt like, her belly got a little bit bigger. I loved putting my hands on her and feeling our kid move around inside of her. Through the thicker, soft cotton, I could see where her belly button was.
When Mia woke up last week and saw it had popped out, she cried.
