I turn off the light and fall asleep with Liv and my unborn child in my arms.
ChapterThirty-Two
Liv
Dax persuadedme to take Monday off, so I am trying to call some obstetrical offices to schedule an appointment. When I finally find one I like or think I might like, I book an appointment for my initial visit. I must only be a couple of months along in my pregnancy. Dax and I were careful because I had taken my birth control religiously. I know it isn’t one hundred percent effective in preventing pregnancy, but pretty damn close. I guess I am the exception. Geez, I must be a fertile myrtle. I thought that was a period I had at that time. It was light only for three days. After reading my old nursing book on maternity, it looks like that must have been the implantation phase. Ugh, I touch my temples and feel a migraine coming on. I am hit with an unwelcome thought as I stroke my head and rub my forehead. Oh, shit! Was it my migraine medication that caused this? I pull up my friendly Google and type in the desired question. Mother fucker. I can’t believe it. That must be it. I have had such migraines with the heavy workload and school compounding the stress that I forgot that could be a side effect of decreasing my birth control efficiency. I am such a dope.
Ugh, and I am so screwed. Dax must have some excellent swimmers to match my unparalleled fertility. I throw my head down into my arms, and I laugh to myself. I should find this situation more of an upset that I find myself pregnant and unwed, but I can’t help but feel joy at carrying Dax’s baby. He seems truly happy about it too. I must admit that I was apprehensive about his reaction to the news of this pregnancy. We spoke briefly last night and agreed not to tell anyone about it. I will tell the girls that I was, in fact, just sick with a horrendous stomach bug. I know I won’t be able to lie to Emma, so, I will confide in her. I know she will be able to keep a secret since I suspect she has several secrets of her own with how sketchy her behavior has been. I’ve been giving her space, hoping that she will let me know what is going on with her, but that has not come yet. I have to have someone in my corner.
I returned the text from Brodie telling him about my stomach bug without reading his message. I can always do that later. I should stick to the same lie and bring Emma’s number to my contact list. I hit the call button, and she picks up after a couple of rings.
“Hey girl, how are you feeling?” Emma’s bubbly demeanor radiates sparkles and rainbows down the line.
“I am feeling better. I just booked my first obstetrician appointment.”
There is a pause before Emma answers. “So it’s true then, confirmed?”
I nod my head, knowing she can’t see this very well. “Yes, it is confirmed,” I echo back her words. “I am pregnant with Dax’s baby.”
She lets that sink in for a minute before replying. “Are you happy, Liv?”
I am stunned by this question, to be honest. I figured she would ask if I plan on keeping the baby. That seems like a more practical question I would expect Emma to ask. She doesn’t, so I answer without hesitation.
“Yes, I am excited. I figured this would happen later, but it was always Dax, Emma. I know it’s weird to say, but I feel I was destined to be his since the day I met him. The way he makes me feel and the way he touches me. It seems familiar, like I was already his, and he was mine.”
She is silent for a moment and then lets out a breath on the phone. “Yeah, I understand that. Sometimes you can’t fight who you end up with. Sometimes it is just the way things are meant to be.”
I wonder if she is talking about Dax and me at this point, but I know she tends to shy away from questions of a personal nature, so I decided to let it go.
We end the call, and I go to my closet, searching for something to wear. I saw the dress I got for the gala and decided to try it. It fits like a glove when I finally zip it up. Unfortunately, the gala is in a few months. I would probably have a new situation on my hands in search of a looser dress—a knock sounds at my door. I wander over to the window and look out. Immediately I see the familiar car and let Dax in.
“Hey, gorgeous.” He brings me in and kisses me. I open the door wider to let him in, and he takes a step back. “Are you going somewhere without me?” He cocks an eyebrow upward as he looks me up and down with lustful eyes.
“Umm, no. I was just trying on the dress I bought with Emma for the gala. I wanted to make sure my fat ass still fit into it, but maybe not for long.” I say this, shifting from foot to foot. I have never really been unsure, but being pregnant has me feeling so many emotions.
Dax grabs me by the waist and pulls me close to him. He puts two hands on my ass and squeezes.
“I can’t wait to see you looking pregnant, Liv. The thought of you carrying my baby makes me all kinds of crazy.”
He nuzzles his face into my neck, and I squirm from the ticklish feeling of his stubble on my face. His hot breath sends a sense of euphoria straight to my nether regions. I clench at the thought of ripping this dress off and straddling him on the couch.What the ever-loving fuck is going on?I am so horny, and I hope this is the pregnancy and not the fact that I just can’t get enough of this man’s dick. As if reading my thoughts, Dax grabs my ass, pushing my tender boobs up against his chest. He throws his face in my cleavage.
“I could get used to this too, Liv,” he says in a low, raspy voice that sends a bolt of electricity to my core.
My nipples pebble underneath his hot breath, and I let out a moan unexpectedly. Dax takes this as an invitation and walks me back to my bedroom.
He kicks the door closed with his dramatic flair as he deposits me on the bed.
“I must be back at work soon, so I just came in to check on you. This will have to be a quickie.”
He starts stripping his clothes. I have never been more turned on than to see Dax strip for me in broad daylight. His tall, lean, and toned body makes his way over to me. He is the perfect male specimen, and he is all mine. I lick my lips; his blue eyes widen, then close to slits in a lust-filled trance as he saunters over to me. He makes quick work of the dress, peels it off me, and tosses it gracefully onto the chair at my desk. He hovers over me on the bed, pulls me in close, and in one quick thrust, enters me as if he can’t wait for a second longer. His blond hair falls over his eye as he throws my legs over his shoulder and drags me in close. He is grabbing me by the hips as he thrusts in over and over. I am so wet from the strip tease that I begin to rock into him, matching his thrusts.
“Harder, Dax, please fuck me harder.”
He looks pleased with this and gives me exactly what I want. This act is quick and dirty, and I love every second of it. I come with a series of expletives that sing his praise as his thrusts, and our breathing becomes erratic.
“Fuck, Liv. Fuck,” he shouts.
He spills inside and lowers himself to kiss me so tenderly that I feel my chest squeeze. I am amazed that he can fuck me so thoroughly and then be so sweet. A juxtaposition to the animalistic fucking and then tender caress as he peppers soft kisses along my neck. He lowered my leg onto the bed as he released me. His cum drips down my leg, and his nostril flares in his usual possessive way. He pushes it back inside and then rubs it around my clit to join our cum.
