Etta got pregnant about fifteen minutes after she and Oz started fucking, so why did I not expect this?
Oh god, I’m pregnant.
I’m not upset…exactly, but I don’t know if I’m happy either. I definitely feel shocked. Everything has happened so fast since Knight came to fetch me. I went from single, depressed, andquestioning my sanity and everything else that makes me…me. Then, in the blink of an eye, I was married to a man who is perfectly imperfect. He’s complicated and yet the kindest, sweetest, most loving man I’ve ever known, and I like my life with him.
I like who I am when I’m with him. I like him… No, I love him, and I love us, but I don’t know if a baby will complete the family that he’s made me want or change everything.
For the first time since I met him, Knight is smiling. Not a grin or a hint of a smile. His lips are spread into a wide, shit-eating grin, and it makes him look even more beautiful than he normally does. He’s happy, so fucking happy, because he fucked a baby into me, and I don’t know how to react to that.
He’s going to be a great dad. I’m sure he’ll drive me and our kid nuts with his rigidity and structured view of the world, but he’ll love them endlessly without restrictions or expectations. He’ll make them feel seen and understood and beautiful. He’ll protect them and take care of them and…oh god, I want this baby. I want to watch him hold our child in his arms and see his entire world change. I want him to take care of me while I grow our baby and watch his love for me and the life we’ve created cocoon us.
I want him, and I want this baby, and I want this crazy, fast, but perfect world I’m living in right now.
“Put me down,” I say, lifting my head off his shoulder and slapping frantically at his chest.
“No.”
“Put me down. I need to say something, and I want to be standing on my feet,” I blurt, slapping at his chest as I try to wiggle out of his hold without ending up on my butt on the sidewalk.
“Doll,” he chides, tightening his hold on me.
“Knight, seriously, just stop walking and put me down. You can pick me up again afterward, but I just…please, put me down for a minute.”
Slowing to a stop, he eyes me warily, the smile slipping from his lips as he lowers me to my feet, keeping his hands on my hips like he’s worried I’m going to make a run for it.
Exhaling, I lift my hands and cup his face. “I love you,” I say clearly, wanting to make sure he hears every word. “I love you, and I love this baby, and I’m scared, but I’m happy too.”
His body goes tense, his face entirely blank for a full minute. “Say it again,” he says, his voice monotone.
“I love you, Knight Taylor,” I tell him, pushing up onto my tiptoes and resting my forehead against his. “I love our baby.” Pressing my lips to his, I kiss him, then quickly pull away. “And I’m terrified too, but I know that if we’re together, it’ll be okay.”
His body, which was completely motionless, bursts into action. My feet leave the ground as he drags me into his arms and kisses me like we’ll both die without it.
Kissing me until we’re both breathless, he marches to the car with me in his arms, fastening me into the seat belt so quickly, I barely blink before he’s in the seat beside me and we’re driving through town, and toward the mountain path that heads back to our home.
Our home. It’s the first time I’ve thought of the house he built as ours. But it is. It’s our home. Our family. Ours. Us. Just the way he’s been saying since the day he showed up and changed everything.
Neither of our clothes lasts long once we step into the house, and twenty minutes later, Knight’s head is resting on my belly, his cum dripping out of my pussy while he smiles down at my stomach.
“Hello, baby,” he coos into my belly button.
“It can’t hear you yet. It’s only the size of a poppy seed,” I tell him, quoting what the doctor told us after the ultrasound.
“I want him or her to recognize my voice, so the moment they’re born, they’ll know who I am.”
Sighing softly, I close my eyes and listen to Knight talking to our baby, his soft voice lulling me to sleep.
I wake up the next morning in our bed, the unfamiliar sight jarring me awake. Sitting upright, I look around me and find Knight sitting fully dressed on the chair in the corner of the room.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, my voice panicked but still thick with sleep.
“Good morning,” he says, glancing up at me from across the room.
“Why are we here? What’s going on?”
“This is our bedroom,” he answers robotically.
“Why aren’t we in the gym?”
