I won't know until I get the answer.
Cautiously, I open my eyes, keeping them on the ceiling. The plastic strip is tightly perched between my fingertips, and already I can feel my hand shaking.
Exhaling an audible breath, I count to three.
One, two, three. . .
Two lines.
I'm smiling instantly. All the doubting thoughts I had vanish, and I'm filled with nothing but happiness. It's a happiness I've never felt before. An instant love. A love that's so strong, so intense, so real, I can feel it as it seeps from my heart and fills my soul.
Sitting down on the toilet, I start to cry. Resting my hand on my stomach, I whisper. “Welcome to the world.”
There's a soft knock on the door, causing me to sniffle and clear my throat. “Yeah?” I ask.
“Jenna, you all right?” Ryder asks. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah, you can come in.”
He opens the door and pokes his head in first. “Tara said you were looking for me. Are you okay? Why are you crying?” He squeezes through the small opening he made, closing the door behind him.
Grabbing some toilet paper, I wipe my eyes. I can't find the words to tell him we're having a baby.
Concern falls over his face as he walks over to me and drops down to the floor so we're at eye level. Running his thumb under my eyes, he tilts his head. “Baby, what's wrong? You're not having second thoughts about getting married, are you?”
Shaking my head no, I smile. “No, that's not it at all. I'm happy, Ryder, I'm really, really happy to be your wife.”
“What is it then?” His voice is quiet and gentle as he runs his fingertips over the curve of my jaw. “What's wrong?”
Looking down at my hands, I'm spinning the test strip around and around. His eyes follow mine, and he quirks a brow.
“What is that?” he asks.
Handing it to him, he takes it and looks it over. His eyes squint, and I know he's trying to figure out what it is. But it doesn't take long for the realization to set in.
“Is this. . .” His voice trails off as his gaze shifts back to mine.
Nodding, I say, “We're having a baby.”
“Are you serious?”
Shaking my head again, the tears return as I smile. “Yes. I'm pregnant.”
Ryder grins, his eyes moving back to the test. “Oh my God, this is amazing.” He runs a hand through his hair as his excitement takes over. “Jenna, this is incredible! I'm going to be a father, we're going to be parents!”
I nod as he speaks. Grabbing my hands, he lifts me off the toilet and pulls me into a strong hug.
“This is amazing, I can't believe it.” Scooping my face in his hands, he kisses me. “I wasn't able to keep my hands off you before, and now, now you're in trouble.”
“What?” I ask giggling.
“You're carrying our baby. Do you know how fucking sexy that is?” His hands glide down my exposed back, barely touching me.
But I can feel him. I can feel his fingertips as they slip over my spine. I can feel them as they glide back up, tracing my shoulder. He's so light his touch is like butterfly kisses. Goosebumps shoot up all over my body as he moves his left hand over my collarbone and under my chin.
His touch gets more possessive as he growls against my lips and captures my throat in his hand. Tipping my head back, he paints my skin with his tongue as he whispers.
“This is everything I've ever wanted. I've wanted you for so long, and now I'm never letting go.” His hand slips down between my breasts, coming to a stop on my belly. “And now you're carrying our child. Our baby is in here, there's nothing more I could ever ask for.”
Moaning, my head rolls on my shoulders as his mouth moves to the other side of my neck. He nips at my skin, running the sharp edges of his teeth across my shoulder.
“The world could fall apart around us, and as long as I have you and this baby, I know we'll be fine.” His mouth finds mine again, his kiss fierce and deep.
His tongue pushes into my mouth, swirling around mine, and drawing another moan from me. I love when he touches me this way. With power, need, and hunger. There's nothing sexier than a man who shows you how much he loves you.
When his touch cuts you deep, branding his name on your heart and soul, you know he was meant for you.
I found the love of my life long before I knew what love is. And I'm so glad our paths crossed again. I don't know where I'd be right now if they hadn't.
Ryder takes me by the hips and spins me so I'm facing the wall. Lifting the back of my dress, he tears my panties down and drops to his knees.
“Ryder,” I say with a smirk, looking down at him. “We have people waiting for us outside.”
“I don't care. I need you right now. Not later. Not after the last people trickle off and leave. I can't wait that long.”
His mouth is on me instantly. His hands are squeezing my ass and tilting my hips back so he can devour my pussy. His tongue pushes inside me and my knees buckle. My hand searches for the sink to hold myself upright. The bathroom is filled with the sounds of his mouth slurping me up, and his tongue slides over my clit, again and again. His hand runs up my bare leg and I notice a new feeling, the feeling of the wedding band on his finger. Soon that finger and one other are sliding inside me, fucking me while his tongue works my clit. Relentlessly. I try to stay quiet, hyperaware of all our guests right outside the door, but I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when I come quickly and so hard. My shoulders jerk forward, spasms shooting through me. His tongue keeps gliding over me and my hand knocks over the soap dish on the sink, sending it crashing to the floor and breaking into pieces.
Ryder stands up, kicking the shards to the side. My hand on the wall, I look back at him over my shoulder. I can see the desire in his eyes, his mouth glistening from eating me out.
Sliding a finger up the center of my pussy, he smears my juice around my lips. “You're so damn wet, I love it. I love doing that to you. I love the way you taste.”
“I love when you fuck me.” The words are sultry and thick as I bend over further. “Take me, make me yours.”
The metal teeth of his zipper echo off the ceramic tiles, causing my body to shiver. He pulls his cock free and slaps my ass cheeks one at a time. Rubbing his tip around my wet center, he slowly thrusts inside.
Tilting my head back, I press the tips of my fingers into the wall and hold myself up as he slams his cock in deep and hard. The bottom of my dress ruffles up higher over my back. Ryder grabs a handful of the fabric, using it to pull me back into his thrust. His cock is hard as stone, going so deep I can feel him in my lower belly. Using his feet, he spreads my legs wider, fucking me vigorously. My orgasm has left me sensitive as hell, and I know in no time I’ll be coming again.
Arching my back, I press my toes into the floor and slam my ass back. The only sound between us is our skin slapping and our heavy breathing. Sweat is beading up across his forehead, and my skin is flushing red.
His hands grab my hips as his cock thickens. Every inch of my body begins to tingle. The orgasm bursts like a firework, causing my eyes to snap shut and a moan to slip free. Ryder's fingertips grasp me tighter as he throws his hips forward one last time.