My smile matches hers. “I saw. It was amazing. You worked hard for that. I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.”
“Weworked hard. You and me. Together,” she humbly corrects.
I nod as I walk us back toward her doorway. “We’re a good team.” I mean that in about a million different ways.
Sensing my thoughts, she holds my face with both hands and brings her lips to mine for a sweet, soft kiss, before breaking away and whispering, “We are. Thank you for helping me. It wouldn’t have happened without you. Everything is better with you in my life.”
I kiss her lips and mumble into them, “I missed you so damn much.”
“What exactly did you miss?” she asks in her usual mischievous tone.
“Mostly your tits but also being inside you.” I wiggle my eyebrows up and down. “How about I get reacquainted with both? We can celebrate your basketball victory with me dribbling all over your nipples.”
She smiles. “Ooh, I think I’d like that. Should I grab the spatula so I can have some fun too?”
Before I can respond in the negative, she gasps. “Omigod. You need to see this first. I was dying to tell you this morning, but I wanted you to see it in person.” She lifts the shirt a drop. “I popped while you were gone. It just suddenly happened when I woke up this morning. It was hard to hide in the locker room. Good thing our season is over. I’m not sure I’d be able to fit into my uniform by next week.”
I look at her little belly in awe. Placing her down on her feet just outside her doorway, I drop down to my knees and rub my hands all over her bare stomach as I look on in wonderment. As if realization is just hitting for the first time, I ask, “Our baby is in there?”
Tears fill her eyes as she releases a small laugh and nods. “Yep. A little bit of me and a little bit of you.”
Overcome with emotion, I can’t help but kiss her belly before I talk into it, “You’re going to be a freak of an athlete, precious baby girl. You might get division one offers before you’re even born. We should get Tanner on it right away.”
She releases a laugh. “You’re a fool. It’s definitely a boy.”
I shake my head. “Nope. I’m a #GirlDad. Do you think I should start singing her ‘Waterfalls’ so she knows the words right away?”
She smiles while rolling her eyes at me. “Umm…no. Please sparehimthat pain.”
My face turns more serious as I look up at her. “We’re not going to be able to hide this much longer. We need to tell people. Our families. Our friends.” I cradle her little belly and look up at her hopefully. “I want the world to know my baby is in here.”
She exhales a long breath. “I know. Fallon said the same thing. Let me get through this week with mollycoddling Pierce, and then I promise we’ll do it after your next two games. Your bye week is after that.” That means we have an entire week off. “It will give my dad time to come to terms with everything I’ve been hiding from him.”
We hear a noise at the end of the hallway, but when we turn our heads, no one is there.
I blow out a breath in frustration, but I don’t want to dwell on it and ruin her big night. “Two more weeks. I guess I can live with that.”
She begins to lift her shirt a little further, revealing the underside of her breasts to me. “Good,” she breathes, “because tonight, I need to feel you moving inside me. I want to celebrate with my sexy baby daddy.”
I twist my lips. “Am I called a baby daddy if we were married when the baby was conceived? I feel like that’s a term for out-of-wedlock conceptions.”
She lifts the shirt a little higher, revealing her luscious, bare, perfect tits to me, immediately causing my boxer briefs to tighten. I think they got even bigger in the two days I was gone.
“Do you really care about semantics right now, or would you rather fuck these tits?”
I kiss her belly one more time and say into it, “I love you.” I look up at her. “And I love you.”
She smiles softly. “I love you too.”
I shake my head. “I wasn’t talking to you.” I stand and grab her left tit, kissing it directly on the nipple. “You. I love you.”
She giggles.
I then grab her right tit. “And you. I love you most of all, scarecrow, because your master is right-nippled and she can come when I suck on you and only you.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “What do you mean I’m right-nippled?”
“Cheetah once told me we’re all right or left-nippled. One side is always more sensitive than the other.”
