Travel smiled and sniffled. "That sounds wonderful. Anything else you want to share, love?"
I exhaled. "Yeah, there is." I dug in my pocket and produced an emerald-green ring box.
Travel released a shriek and covered her mouth.
"I put a lot of thought into proposing to you, but your health will always come first. So, any space where you're at will still make a beautiful proposal." I gently caressed her messy baby hairs back.
"Even when you're sick with messy hair and wrapped like a burrito in your burrito-themed pajamas, you are still the most beautiful woman in the world to me, Travel. In your space andarms is where I feel the freest and safest. I've fallen so hard for you that I'll never recover if you ever leave me. You've been the love of my life since I was a boy. Now that I'm a man, that love has amplified. Will you make me the happiest man on earth, Ms. Grays, and become Mrs. Mounts?"
She sniffled and wiped her eyes. I helped her sit up because her cold was really kicking her ass. Travel folded her legs under her, but the grin on her face was still in place.
"The fact that you want to spend the rest of your life with me lets me know this ain't a dream. I'm really sharing my life with my dream guy and forever at that. I love you, Trek Mounts. I happily accept my new title as Mrs. Mounts."
"That's my girl. Thank you, baby." I removed the custom-made princess-cut diamond from the box and slipped it onto her finger.
Travel laughed and sobbed. "I'm about to be a wife!" she squealed.
"Yes, you are. Come here, girl."
She leaped into my arms, and I held her tightly before our lips crashed into each other. I knew my baby was sick, but I needed to feel my soon-to-be wife's lips. Travel's tongue intertwined with mine, both of us taking from each other what we desperately wanted.
I needed more of her, though. I swiftly hefted Travel onto my lap. Our connection was never severed as I hurriedly unbuttoned her burrito pajama top.
When I reached the last button, Travel shimmied out of her shirt. Her titties were free for the taking. My mouth instantly broke free and latched onto my two favorite ripe pieces of fruit. Travel was a C cup and in the words of Goldilocks, she was "just right".
My tongue swept over her erect nipples. Travel flinched from the pressure I added. I stopped and looked at her. She urgedme to keep going. I went back at it, and her body tensed again. Something wasn't right. I looked at her, and just like the first time, she urged me to keep going.
Without questioning her, I tugged and sucked on her nipples like she had breast milk to feed me. My eyes shot open at the thought of breast milk. I released her titty and looked at Travel.
She wore a confused expression. "What's wrong, babe? Do I smell? I took a good shower."
"No. You smell great as usual. Something came to mind, and I have a serious question to ask you."
"Now? Can it wait? I'm ready to bust it wide for you, baby," she expressed in a pouty tone.
"I'm sorry, boo, this can't wait. Travel, you've been sick since a couple of days after Christmas. You're so sensitive to me sucking your nipples, you're nauseous, and lightheaded. When was the last time you had your cycle? You haven't sent me to the store to get any pads or your favorite cycle snacks."
I held Travel around her waist as the confusion written over her face made a permanent residence. She seemed to be calculating something in her head as she nibbled on the flesh of her inner cheek. Minutes went by, and her eyes widened.
From that action alone, I knew my suspicions were confirmed. "Travel, is there a possibility you're carrying my baby? We ain't used protection since we became intimate."
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she nodded slowly. A feeling of elation soared through me like a nigga at Magic City on a Friday night. The love of my life carried my baby. However, before I rejoiced, I needed to know how she felt about that.
"Baby, why are you crying?" I queried in a soft voice.
"I'm scared. I don't want you to feel like I trapped you."
I gently wiped her tears away. "Trap me, baby."
Travel's light sobs stopped, and her brows furrowed together. "What do you mean?"
"I know for a fact that those were never your intentions because had they been, we would've been together a long time ago. I wanna be trapped by you and you alone, my love. That ring on your finger is proof. The result is my baby that you're carrying. So, I say it again, trap me, baby."
She giggled and peppered my face with kisses. "I got you trapped forever, my love."
I grinned and held her semi-naked frame closely to my body. "We're in this for life. My baby is having my baby, and I won't let shit ruin that."
Travel kissed my neck, making me hard again. I placed her softly on her back and went back to savoring those titties. She took my deep strokes while all I could do was think about how Travel was all mine, all mine.
