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She looks up at me with a smile. “All ours.”
We share an emotional look, then the tech hits a couple of buttons and says, “And this is your baby’s heartbeat.” A moment later, a whooshing sound echoes through the room. I stare at the screen, listening to every thump as tears fill my eyes, then fall down my cheeks.
“Babe,” Amelia whispers, pulling her hand from mine and reaching up to wipe my cheeks. I dip my head down, burying my face in her shoulder as I absolutely lose it. That’s our baby’s heartbeat. Amelia runs her hand through my hair as I try to make sense of what I’m feeling. My life changed when Amelia told me she was pregnant, but this is different. More. I didn’t know how my heart could change until right now. I didn’t know how deeply I could love another person until I heard this sound. A heartbeat that isn’t just our baby’s, but mine and Amelia’s too. The weight of it all makes it hard to breathe as the infinite love for our baby clouds my thoughts and fills my heart. From this moment, I will never be the same again.
The whooshing stops, and I lift my head, glancing at the screen for half a second before turning back to Amelia and kissing her.
I wish I could say what I’m feeling. The three not-so-simple words that are lodged in my heart, but for the moment, this kiss will have to do. Until I’m sure she’s ready, I’m not going to say anything more.
The tech continues with the ultrasound and I get lost in the images again, enamored by the beautiful sight of our baby.
Amelia
Miles has been doting on me all night. Which is saying something since the man is a king in a world of jokers. He treats me like a queen on a regular basis, but tonight he kicked it up a notch. He keeps kissing me and touching me. He massaged my shoulders and rubbed my feet and lower legs. Every time I finish a glass of water, he gets me another. He fed me strawberries. Just fed them to me. He made me a milkshake. Anything I could possibly dream of, I have. He’d probably carry me to the bathroom if I asked him to.
And he keeps touching and kissing my stomach. He’ll rest his warm palm there, then slowly rub it. More than once, he’s knelt in front of me or laid in my lap and kissed all over my stomach while talking to the baby.
I swear, I don’t know what lottery I won, but this man…swoon.I am not a girl who takes swooning lightly, but Miles? He may be the swooniest man who ever existed. I’m talking swoonier than Tom Hanks in a 90s romcom or Mr. Darcy and his hand flex.
The ultrasound today had an effect on him I was not expecting. When he broke down crying… well, another one of the walls I put around my heart came crumbling down. I don’t think there’s any way around it now. I’m falling in love with him. Actually, I think I’minlove with him, but I am not ready to admit that yet.
We’ve already eaten dinner, but I only nibbled at it because I was queasy. I didn’t actually throw up, and now I’m starving.
“Will you make fried rice?” I ask.
“Of course.” He stands up without a second thought, but I grab his arm and pull him toward me. “Kiss me, baby daddy.”
“Mm. If you insist.” He splays his hand over my stomach as he leans down and gives me a slow, decadent kiss that sends sparks shooting through my body.
He lifts his lips off mine a millimeter at a time, then he kisses my forehead before walking into the kitchen. I glance at the TV, then turn it off and join him, sitting down at the kitchen counter.
He smiles when he sees me, then slides me a glass of water. As he takes the ingredients out of the fridge, he hums to himself. I smile when I realize it’s the same song he used to comfort me months ago when I first met his parents and broke down on the couch after. I’ve noticed him humming or singing it on occasion since.
“What song is that?”
He stops humming and smiles over his shoulder at me. “It’s calledSongbirdby Fleetwood Mac. My mom is obsessed with them, and that was the lullaby she sang to my sisters and me when we were little. It’s comforting. My mom always says she wished I could record a version of it for her because she loves hearing me sing it in my deep voice. It’s sung by a female and has some higher notes.”
“It’s a beautiful song. I like hearing you sing it, too.” Without thinking, I hop off the stool and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He sets the knife down and spins around, pulling me into a hug. Then he starts singing the song again from the beginning and dances with me to the slow tempo. My heart runs wild as his voice echoes around the apartment. The song is so beautiful, the lyrics meaningful, and it draws me in. I’m completely lost in the moment, immersed in the sound of his voice and the warmth of his arms. I could live like this forever. But all too soon, the song is over, and while I want to ask him to sing it again, I can’t get any words out. Instead, I twirl my fingers through his hair and capture his lips in a raw, passionate kiss. I don’t care about food or anything else. All I need is him, and he knows it.
He lifts me up and carries me down the hall, never breaking our kiss. I twist my tongue with his, searching his mouth, deepening our kiss, needy and begging for more. Except I don’t need to beg because he knows how to take care of me. While I love being bratty and giving him shit like I did earlier—and I love being dominated—sometimes I need this. Slow. Controlled. Him owning my body the way no one else ever has. I never wanted anyone else to, but with him, I gladly hand myself over, letting him take control to please me and meld our bodies together.
He strips me down quickly, but goes a little slower pulling his own clothes off, flexing his muscles and giving me a show.
His cock is rock hard as he drops his boxer briefs to the floor. I’m watching raptly, lost in the god-like man in front of me. His perfectly defined abs. And those shoulders… he looks like he was sculpted out of clay.
A lazy half-smile appears on his lips, but then his hazy eyes narrow to slits and those full lips part as he wraps his hand around his length and strokes himself, moaning at the friction.
I slip my hand between my legs, touching the aching spots and moaning loudly as I do.
A second later, he’s on the bed, removing my hand and replacing it with his mouth. His top lip brushes my clit as he swirls his tongue around my opening. It darts inside for a second, then tantalizingly slowly he licks up, up, up, until his tongue is swirling around my clit and my ass is lifting off the bed. He grips my thighs and pulls me back down, holding me in place with one hand, then dipping the other between my legs. He lifts his lips from my clit as he slowly fingers me, watching my reaction to see exactly where I need his long fingers to be. When he finds the spot, he leans back down, working his fingers right where I want him as his lips and tongue own my clit.
I throw my head back, moaning loudly as I fist the sheets. I wrap my legs around him, my heels digging into his back as he works me, bringing me slowly to the precipice. He holds me there for a moment before finally letting me have the sweetness of release. My orgasm hits all at once, the euphoria overwhelming me as I scream his name, then it fades, coming in waves for more than a minute as I come back down to earth. He sits back on his heels and fists his cock again as he stares at me.
“So fucking beautiful when you shatter for me. I love watching you fall apart.” He crushes his mouth against mine in a bruising kiss before shifting his weight and changing position, lining up at my center. I don’t care that I just came. I’m aching for him again. I need to feel him pulse inside me.
Looking into my eyes, he thrusts into me. We moan at the same time, the unrelenting pleasure of him buried deep inside me driving us wild. He pulls one nipple into his mouth, tweaking the other between his fingers as I rake my hands through his hair. With each thrust, I lose myself in him. The rapture on his face as he moves in and out of me.
