Her moans echo through the small room, bouncing off the walls and vibrating through us. I keep pumping into her like a man possessed with need. I push her into the wall, using it to hold her in place so I can fuck her harder. Harder. Deeper.
I feel her climax once, her walls strangling my cock. Her head tips back against the tile and her mouth forms a perfect O.
But I can’t stop. I can’t. I keep drilling into her, even through her orgasm. I keep slamming into her over and over again until I feel her come one more time. By the time my own release hits me, I feel like I’ve climbed Mt. Everest. Every muscle in my body screams and tightens before relaxing. I’ve never come so hard in my life. The orgasm so powerful I think my whole body is going to be sore tomorrow.
I stand there, holding us up with the last of my strength. She reaches and turns off the water before we step out of the shower together. I grab two large towels and wrap us up in them. I think we are both too tired to talk right now. This sex was fucking intense. Three days of pent-up emotions release all at once. We walk into my room and both fall into bed. Her light giggle fills the room and my heart squeezes in my chest.
“I missed you so much.” I drape the blanket over us and pull her towel wrapped body into my arms. Kissing her forehead, I add, “And I love you.”
She nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck, I close my eyes and whispers softly, “I love you too.”
My eyes fly open and I feel her body stiffen slightly in my arms. She said it. Of course I already know this, but this is the first time she actually said them out loud, in this way. Because even though she has said the words many times, but never like this. I don’t know why she hasn’t said it before in this sense, but right now, I don’t care. I just relish in the fact that she did say them.
She loves me.
I didn’t get Kelly pregnant, I got Bailey back and she loves me. I fall asleep thinking that I am the luckiest man in the world. I’m so fucking happy right now, I don’t even think about my parents, about all the heartache they cost me.
She is here, and she is mine. That is all that matters right now.
19
Bailey
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I love you. Last night, I finally said the three words out loud. I didn’t mean to, they just kind of slipped out, but it felt right. It’s always felt right with him, I’ve loved him more than a friend for a long time, but admitting it, saying the words out loud, to the person’s face. Worry seeps into my bones. I said the words and now I’m scared. Scared that Elijah is going to pull away. If not for me admitting my love than for the other reason. The reason he doesn’t even know about yet.
“Fuck, it would have ruined my life. It would have just ruined everything that I had planned. I’m telling you right now, Sunflower, I had never been so relieved in my life…” I have yet to shut off my mind, to forget the words he said. This is how he feels about having a child. Becoming a father is his biggest nightmare and now I have to tell him that it’s happening… that he’s going to be a father and for real this time.
Is he going to hate me? Leave me? Part of me hopes that my gut feeling is wrong. Part of me hopes he tells me he loves me and wants to have this baby, because God knows I can’t do this alone. I lift my gaze from the book I’ve been pretending to read for the last twenty minutes.
“I want to discuss something with you,” Elijah says, his eyes colliding with mine which are peeking up over the top of my paperback. My hands shake as I place the book down on the counter.
“Okay, tell me. I have something that I want to tell you too.” I force the words out. The image of the positive pregnancy test appearing in my mind. The two red lines.
Grinning, Elijah says, “I think you should move in with me, officially. I mean if you don’t want to live here, we can go together and look for a new place, something to call our own. But I want you here, with me, in my bed every single night.”
Shit, he’s asking me to move in with him. He wants me to move in with him, but will he still want that when he finds out... will he still love me?
“Okay.” I nod, biting at my bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed.
“Your turn, what did you want to tell me?”
I swallow, a baseball-sized lump in my throat. “I’m…” I pause, dropping my gaze to the marble countertop. “Did you mean what you said the other day at my dad’s? That having a baby would have ruined your life? Ruined everything?”
Walking over to me, he twists me around on the bar stool, his hands burning into my skin where they touch. “Of course I meant it. The last thing I would want is a baby with Kelly. I can’t even put into words how much it scared me to think that my future with you was over.”
My chest starts to rise and fall rapidly. “So does that mean, you still don’t want kids, ever?”
Elijah blinks and takes a step backward. I can see the fear of it all clouding his vision.
“I don’t know. Right now, I’m kind of turned off on the idea of having a family, but I think it might change. I can’t promise you that it will though. Is that going to be a deal-breaker for you?” The horror that starts to wash over Elijah’s face is gut-wrenching. Kids wouldn’t have been a deal-breaker for me, at least not right now. I’ve wanted children since I was a little girl. I think every little girl wants to grow up, get married to her prince charming and have all the babies she can. The only problem is my prince charming wants none of that.
“I…” I steel my spine and inhale deeply. “I’m pregnant.”
Instantly Elijah’s gaze hardens, his body growing tense. “What?” He blinks, like maybe this is a dream and doing so will make him wake up from it.
“There is a baby inside of me. It’s yours, and this isn’t a lie or a ploy for me to get money.”
“What the fuck, Bailey? Like I would ever think such a thing.”
Shrugging, I try and read his emotions further. His blue eyes are stormy, harboring a fear that I understand.
“You said you were on birth control. Did you lie to me? Did you want a baby?”
I shake my head. “I was, and I didn’t want a baby, at least not right now. I missed my appointment for the depo shot. It had completely slipped my mind, it wasn’t intentional and if you don’t want me anymore, I understand. But I want you to know I didn’t lie to you. I would never do that to you. If this is too much for you, I get it. I missed my appointment, and that’s on me. You don’t owe me or the baby anything.”
Elijah takes a step back, a hand scrubbing down his face in unbridled frustration. I ready myself for the words to come, the pain, the heartache.
“What the actual fuck, Bailey?” He shakes his head furiously and then takes a step forward, his hands cupping my cheeks. The touch so tender, the tears start to fill my eyes before I can even stop them.
“You don’t want a baby, you said so yourself. You didn’t even want a relationship. I won’t make you stay with me, but I want this baby. I don’t want an abortion or to put it up for adoption.”
A smooth grin appears on his lips, his eyes lighting up and confusion flickers through me. Why is he smiling? I’m on the verge of tears and he’s smiling like he just won the damn lottery.