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“Oh fuck.” I could feel his cock twitch and then he let himself go right inside me.
That's when I opened my eyes to see my bedroom ceiling. I turned over to see Andrew still sleeping beside me. I have had this dream many nights before, but I had thought I got control of it. Why am I still having dreams about someone I haven't seen for years?
Chapter One
Starting over is probably one of the scariest things to do in life! It’s even scarier when you’re twenty-four, recently divorced, and dropped out of law school. I keep telling myself that everything happens for a reason, and I live by that motto religiously. I believe that is how I've survived most of the things that have happened throughout my life, both negative and positive. Things happen to fall into place eventually if you're willing to give it time, andthat's exactly what I've done. I get to start fresh and chase after my dreams without needing approval from anyone.
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I sent the application over about two weeks ago so I should be hearing back from them any day now. I’ve been watching my emails like a hawk ever since I clicked the submit button. I’ve always had a passion for writing since I was a child. I wanted to pursue a degree in writing, but it was never the right time. Now is the time and I jumped on that opportunity faster than I thought I would.
My ex-husband was not a fan of me pursuing writing, he said there isn't enough money in the profession for up-and-coming writers and that I should stick to my law degree. I think that was one of the reasons why I needed to be alone. Of course, catching him with his secretary was a determining factor as well. Everyone around me was pushing for law school and I knew in my heart that it wasn't my true passion.
I grew up in a middle-class family and they always taught me to do what makes the most money. I believe that is why my parents were over the moon at the mention of me going to law school. My mother cried when she found out I dropped out during my second semester. She acted like someone had died and everyone felt so bad that her daughter was a failure. My father on the other hand wasn't a social man growing up. I could tell by his expressionless face when my mother told him, that he didn't give a rat's ass what I did.
I'm a 24-year-old woman who just got a divorce two months ago, has no children, and dropped out of law school in my second semester. I guess I can get where my mother was coming from. She should be happy that I'm doing what makes me happy.
I video chatted with them a week ago and showed them my new apartment in Liverpool. Well, it's technically not an apartment, but it will do for now. Isabelle let me have her basement until I found a permanent place. I got extremely lucky that her basement is finished, and that Jeremy agreed to it. It's not much and I know that my mother won't be impressed, but I'm not sure where I want to settle. I have full freedom in my life now and it feels so liberating.
When I showed my parents around, I tried to talk it up since it was only 600 sq. ft and that was a drastic downsize from the 3000 sq. ft home I shared with Andrew. I walked through my front door and clicked the swap button to turn my camera around so they could see what I was seeing. You walk into a cute little hallway with a closet to your left for your jackets and shoes. I was extremely grateful that there was outside access to the basement.
I already feel like a burden just by staying here. I would feel even more of a burden having to go upstairs all the time to leave. Once you take a few steps in you're in an open floor plan that has your living area, dining room, and kitchenette together. I guess I wouldn't call it a dining room since there are just three bar stools at the fully stocked bar, but it is enough for me. As I spanned across the room and pointed to the three doors on my right. I told my parents that's where my room and the bathroom are.
I saw a bit of intrigue in my mother’s eyes as I looked down at my phone as I clicked the swap button again so she could see my face. She asked what the third door down the hallway was and raised her right eyebrow.
“Oh, that is another room, basically storage for right now.” I could see her pause for a moment thinking of what to say.
“Too bad this wasn't your apartment; you could use that room for a nursery."
She smirked a little when she finished her sentence. She was always eager to become a grandmother and since I'm her only child I was her only chance at that. I talked about children all the time with her and told her how excited I was to start a family with Andrew. She always asked every time we had dinner together if we had any news to tell them. Andrew and I tried for a while to get pregnant, and I almost gave up thinking maybe we weren't meant to be parents.
After two years of marriage though, I found out that I was 6 weeks pregnant. My period was always a few days late, sometimes a week, so I didn’t think too much of it. When the whole month went by and I still haven't gotten it, I took a pregnancy test at home, and to my surprise, it came back positive.
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I had thought of how I was going to tell him we were pregnant since we first talked about babies together. He was already on his way home when I found out, so I was short on time. I decided to just surprise him with the test when he got home.
He walked through the front door in his business suit, and he set down his suitcase and keys on the table near the front door. I came out to him with a smile on my face and told him that I had a surprise for him in the kitchen. I told him to close his eyes and I grabbed his hand to guide him into the kitchen. He had a smirk on his face and asked if it was something dirty. I chuckled a little andsaid no. I told him to hold his hands out.
“No peeking mister!” I say as I catch him trying to open one of his eyes.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” He smirks.
I put the test in his hand and before I returned my hands to my mouth waiting for his reaction, he opens his eyes. He looks down and sees the test in his hand and then looks up at me and I can see the shock in his expression. I bite my bottom lip waiting for him to say something since I couldn’t read his expression. He looks back down at his hands and lifts the pregnancy test to his eyes and then he slowly lowers it. That's when he looks at me again but this time with a huge smile on his face. I lower my hands from my mouth and smile back at him.
“I can't believe I'm going to be a dad!”
Andrew starts to walk toward me and puts both of his hands on my stomach. He kisses me and tells me how beautiful I am.
“Are you still going to feel like that when I have a huge belly and swollen ankles?”
I see his gaze go from my stomach and return to my face. He stares into my eyes with a smile and then lowers his mouth near my ear and whispers.
“Do you mean will I still want to fuck you?”
A shiver gets sent down my spine when he says that, and I feel his breath on my neck. He moves his hands around my waist and lifts me on top of the counter and I wrap my arms around his neck. Andrew has always been a sexual person and I think that is partly why I was attracted to him when I first met him.
“I’m going to need something to use to refer back to when I’m comparing our sex to pregnancy sex, Mr. Dolan.” I can see him holding back a smile.
