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That does it. Feeling my balls draw up, I rip my face away from her pussy and get to my knees. I give myself three jerks before I’m cumming all over her belly and tits. “Fuck!” I grunt, rope after rope of cum splashing onto her creamy white skin.
I’m panting heavily, dizzy over the way this woman makes me feel. And when she smiles that sweet sleepy smile up at me, laying there covered in my seed, my chest tightens. In this moment, I know I’d die for her, for our baby.
“Well, that's a nice way to wake up,” she giggles.
“Glad you enjoyed it.” I give her a cheeky grin, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I know I did.” I wink.
She takes her finger and runs it through the cum on the tip of her nipple, scooping some up and bringing it to her mouth. She sucks it off and hums in pleasure.
My cock twitches, ready for round two.
“Come on, Cupcake. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Getting off the bed, I hold my hand out and pull her to her feet.
“I can not wait to get this baby out,” she groans. “My body isn’t my own anymore. And all I do is pee.” She pouts.
“Soon, Cupcake. Soon our baby will be here in our arms and everything will be right in the world.” I cup her face and press a kiss to her lips. She sighs happily and nods.
“You're right.”
As we walk toward the bathroom, she stops and looks at herself in the full length mirror attached to the wall. For a second, I think she’s going to make some comment on her looks and how she hates it, but she starts giggling.
“What's so funny?” I ask her amused.
“I guess this gives a new meaning to your nickname for me. I really do look like a cupcake, all covered in your frosting.” She grins up at me before bursting into another fit of giggles.
“You are too fucking adorable.” I chuckle.
Scarlett insists on washing herself, but after standing for a few minutes, she gives up and sits on the bench, letting me take over. I love taking care of her, washing her, feeding her, and keeping her safe. This girl has no idea just how much she’s impacted my life for the better.
Because of her, I get to keep the man I’ve loved for as long as I can remember. I don’t have to hide, at least not from the people who matter or be a dirty little secret. She finds ways so that I’m included in things and can still be a big part of Emerson’s life. And most of all, she loves me. She accepts me. She gave me my literal dream. And for that, I’ll never know how to repay her. But I’ll spend every day showing her just how much I love her.
“Are you okay?” I ask her as she sucks in a gasp.
“Yes. Braxton Hicks are a fucking nightmare,” she groans, rubbing her belly. “How is it fair that I get fake contractions for weeks, then get to have the real thing that's ten times worse? It’s bullshit if you ask me.”
“Agreed. Let's go get you relaxed.”
We spend the next few hours eating, watching TV and walking around the mansion. But the whole time, Scarlett is in pain. She won’t let me know just how much it hurts, but I can tell.
“Baby, I think we need to go to the hospital. Even if it’s just to have them check you out. You’ve been in pain for hours.”
“I’m fine,” she pants, waving me off when we get back into the bedroom. “Oh, fuck!” she screams as she bends over and leans against the bed.
I rush over to her, panic filling my body. “What's wrong?”
“It hurts. Fuck. I don’t think these are Braxton Hicks. Oh, oh, I think they’re real.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Okay. Okay, I’ll call Emerson and we will go to the hospital.”
“Call me for what?” Emerson walks in, my attention snaps over to him. His face drops into a thunderous look. He’s over to us in three steps. “Little Star, are you okay?”
“No.” She shakes her hung head. “No. No, no,” she screams. “This is it. The baby is coming.”
“Let’s go.” Emerson’s face flashes with the panic I feel.
“Alistair, I need you to look between my legs and tell me what you see,” she says, her voice cracking from the pain. Fuck, I hate this. I hate seeing my girl in pain.
“What? Why?”
