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“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” He breathed as I trembled under him.
No one knew how to make me feel the way Damian did. When I was with him, nothing else in the entire world existed. I thought I couldn’t possibly get any happier. The father of my child cradled me, as I let him guide me into ecstasy again and again.
Softly, he climbed on top of me and eased into my warmth. He continued to kiss me reverently as he eased in and out of me with slow thrusts until I thought I would die from the buildup. He stroked my face gently, looking at me with adoration as he pumped into me, and we rocked against each other with increasing speed with locked eyes. Finally, when I could hardly catch my breath, I squeezed my eyes shut, and Damian emptied himself into me.
“You’re so beautiful. You know that?”
“We’re going to have a baby.” I whispered up at him, feeling a tear slip out of my eye.
After we laid there for sometime in each other’s arms, Damian finally spoke.
“Back in my bed tonight then.”
I nodded. We both laid there on our sides, gazing into each other’s eyes. I loved it when his hair was all mussed up, and he was relaxed. He ran his thumb over my lip.
“I’m taking bringing you to Carter and Sarah’s for dinner.”
“Woah, meeting the friends. I guess this makes us official or something.”
“When do I get to meet your family?”
I chewed on my lip. “Like as my boyfriend?”
“Yes.” He chuckled and drew out the words.
“I guess I should set something up.”
“Perfect, it’s settled.”
“When do I get to meet your mom?”
“Soon.”
I laid there, feeling a blossom of hope taking hold in my chest. We were official. We were starting a family together. The thought of meeting his friends sent a bolt of excitement through me, but also nerves. Damian was nearly two decades older than me. What if I didn’t get along with them? What if the age difference was too much?
I smiled to myself. My parents were bound to be surprised. I’d been doing my best to hold on and keep my life together. I hadn’t filled them in on Damian, nor the fact that I was pregnant. I knew my mother would be elated. She was dying for grandchildren. I laid there and looked at Damian, and his perfect face. Damian would make a wonderful dad, I was sure of it.
“What are you thinking about?” Damian played with my hair.
“What if your family doesn’t like me?”
“They’ll love you.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.”
* * *
The next fewmonths Damian doted on me hand and foot, making sure I had everything I needed to soothe my morning sickness and keep my strength up. He showered me with gifts, and kisses, and more sexual favors than I could count. There was just one problem; we hadn’t said the three little words that were eating me alive. I knew I loved Damian, and even though the last few months had been pure bliss, part of me still felt nervous to tell him. I knew we had just recently made this official, but every day I carried his child, our child, I wanted more from him. I tried to tell myself it didn’t matter, but when you looked at our history, we’d gotten to know each other so quickly. That kick start of those days in Hawaii, we had become emotionally intimate right away. It was part of what made it so easy to piss each other off when we were angry with each other. And now, things felt really intimate.
Even if we had only been official for a short time, my feelings for Damian had been growing for so much longer. I knew we would say it to each other eventually, but part of me felt this achy emptiness that it hadn’t been said yet.
It gave me pause and made me doubtful. Was I just the mother of his child? Or was I more? It felt like he loved me, but I wondered to myself if in some ways this was just out of convenience. If Damian loved me, why hadn’t he said it yet? The question gnawed at me.
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