Maybe all this is, is two separate people destined to raise a child together.
I turn, facing my body towards Darcy, sitting cross-legged in her corner.
“So, about this morning,” I start, determined.
“What about it?” She questions, averting her focus to pick at her pilled blanket
“I was going to kiss you.”
“I know.” She laughs, lightly gesturing towards her bump that continues to become more prominent as the weeks pass, “but ya know?”
“I do. I’d like to try again.” I say, moving a little closer to where she sits, and gauge her reaction. Her cheeks flush. ”Kiss you, that is.”
“I…” She pauses.
“Can I?”
“Can you?” She raises her eyebrows at me, uncrossing her legs and giving me space to move closer.
“Can I kiss you, Mama?” I’m a hair's breadth away from her face, her breath fanning my face.
“You don't have to ask,” she whispers, “You can kiss me anytime you want.” Suddenly she tenses, her tone shifting. “Oh my god. I just said that out loud didn’t I?” She sounds embarrassed and her cheeks are beet red, it makes me chuckle.
“You did.” Before she can respond, my hand is snaking up the back of her neck and pulling her face to mine. Our lips meet softly at first, tentatively touching before she locks her hands around the back of my neck and lays back on the couch, pulling my body down on top of hers. My dick wastes no time, threatening an erection from its position nestled between her legs. She moans into my mouth when my tongue presses against her lips asking for entry, and our kiss becomes feverish. Teeth nip at each other's lips and my hands are tangled in fistfuls of her hair.
I pull back. Unwilling to take this any further tonight. There’s no sense in rushing our budding relationship, and I think she’s not fully recovered from yesterday. Glancing down, I’m enraptured by her body’s visceral reaction—her swollen pink lips, the way her breathing sounds slightly elevated, how her cheeks are still rosy, and her brown eyes thirst for mine.
“You’re breathtaking.”
“I’m a literal mess. I haven’t even brushed my hair today.” Her eyes crinkle in the corner as she giggles.
“You're right, let's get those off you for a better look” is what my cock encourages me to say but after silently telling it to shut up I say something more polite.
“My point still stands.” I smile down at her, I’ve somehow managed to hold my weight off of her stomach this whole time but my abs are starting to cramp and if I stay in between her thighs any longer, I may end up going back on the fact that I don’t want to rush us. I pull myself up into a sitting position bringing her with me so she’s nestled into my side.
“Let me take you on a date, Darcy.” She turns her head up to look at me, a grin planted on her beautiful face.
“I want to say yes but I’m scared.”
“Why?” Genuinely wondering what she means.
“Kissing you is one thing but going on a date feels like cementing something and I don’t know what that something is.”
“Darcy,” I sigh. I want her to know this isn’t just me trying to get in her pants or trying to force her into a relationship. ”I’ve had feelings for you for a bit now and we’ve been spending time together. Truth be told, I’ve always been attracted to you. Not just your body but your entire personality. We can take it one day at a time, but right now I’m just asking if I can take you on a date. Maybe we decide to stick to co-parenting or maybe we decide to do this together. Either way, I’d like to explore my feelings for you and continue getting to know you better—when you’re feeling up to it.”
She’s silent for a beat, taking in everything that’s just poured from my heart. “I’d love to go on a date with you Tate.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” She smiles up at me and I place a kiss on her forehead.
“Do you want to watch some Gilmore Girls before bed?”
“Wait, what?” The surprise is evident in her tone, her eyebrows meeting her hairline and lips parted in a small o.
“I’ve been watching, trying to catch up so we can watch together.”
“Why would you do that?”
