“Don’t tell Luke,” she managed in between her sobs. “Please.”
I was literally chewing my tongue not to laugh. “It’s okay, I won’t tell your rooster you accidentally ate his cousin.”
“It’s not funny, Chris,” she cried indignantly, slapping my chest. “Because it wasn’t an accident.”
Now I was confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I unwrapped your sandwich, and it just smelled amazing. I thought I could maybe just have a nibble. But it tasted so good, and the sauce was so rich and creamy. I was hoping maybe you wouldn’t notice the switch...”
“Trix, I love you, and you can have my sandwich if you want. But I’m never going to mistake a mushroom for chicken.”
“Yeah, I probably should have thought that through a little more,” she said as she wiped her eyes with a paper napkin from the takeout order.
There was more going on here and I was getting to the bottom of it right the fuck now. “I’ve got to ask, though. I’ve seen you eat an apple for dinner at your aunt’s house rather than eat real cheese in her lasagna. What inspired this... uh, food preference change?”
“It’s your fault,” she cried out and took another very big bite of the chicken sandwich.
“My fault?” I held back the laugh, because telling her how cute she was when she freaked out over veganism was a death knell. “How is this my fault?”
“Because... because...” took another bite, chewed and swallowed, as more tears streamed down her face. But these ones weren’t the same freaking out ones from before. “You put a carnivore inside of me, and it craves the taste of flesh!”
Uh, what?
My slow boy brain took a few moments to process what she was saying. I mean, sure, I was a total beast in the bedroom, I was a Kingman, after all. But Trixie and I had been having sex anywhere and everywhere we could for the last year, and it never made her want to eat meat before. Why would that change now unless...
Unless...
Oh. My. Touchdown. Jesus.
I felt like I was dropped into the final quarter of the Big Bowl and we were fourth and goal with two seconds left on the clock. Blood rushed through my body, and I could hear my own heartbeat.
“Trixie, are you saying that you’re... are you?” I could barely get out the words.
“I’m pregnant.”
She took a test out of the pocket of her dress and handed it to me. The most beautiful two blue lines I had ever seen stared up at me. The lines went out of focus and hazy, until Trixie wiped her thumbs under my eyes, wiping away the leaks of joy spilling out of me.
I put the test down on the counter and grabbed her face, kissing her for all I was worth.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I whispered as I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her neck.
I fell to my knees and kissed along her stomach. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I don’t think the baby can hear you yet,” she chuckled at me and ran her fingers through my hair.
I looked up at her, my cheeks still wet with fresh tears. “I am so happy. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
She stroked her fingers through my hair, and gave me the most beautiful dreamy smile. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a mom.”
A flood of images rushed into my brain. Trixie pregnant and rubbing her belly. Burying my face in her full tits. Me between Trixie’s thighs, her stomach rising like the moon in front of me.
It had me a little lightheaded.
I stood up and grabbed her ass, lifting her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the living room and gently laid her down on our oversized sofa, then started unfastening her dress, trying not to frantically pop the buttons off the bookish dress that I knew was one of her favorites.
“What are you doing?” she laughed as she knocked my hands out of the way to help.
