“Me and my father never had that kind of relationship. We didn’t talk about feelings; we didn’t talk about the past. I just showed up when I was needed and did what I had to do.”
“Do you think you’ll tell him stories about me, nice ones like your mother told you about your father?” The question just comes out.
“Of course, I will,” Jack answers softly. “I want him to know everything about the woman who brought him into the world.” He smiles sadly at my tummy as he strokes it some more. I can see that thinking about how this ends hurts him, and I want him to know that it hurts me too, even if that makes me vulnerable.
“Jack, I?—”
“Shit…was that…?” Jack suddenly looks up from his hand with wide, excited eyes.
“You felt it?” I smile as he presses his palm against me firmer.
“Yeah, I felt it.” He places his other hand on my tummy too, and when I feel another jolt come from inside, the way he stares at his hands with so much adoration, it breaks my heart.
“Are you feeling this? He’s going crazy in there.” He glances up at me.
“I guess he must like it out here.” I laugh, wanting to hold onto this moment and keep it forever.
“Does it hurt?” Jack looks concerned.
“No, but it's starting to get a little weird; it’s not just flutters anymore. I can tell when he’s awake now, and that was much stronger than I’ve felt before.”
“Do you want me to get you something? I can run into the house, grab you some water.”
“No, you stay right here.” I place my hand over his and smile at how it looks. “You’ve been waiting for this.” I can’t remember ever taking so much joy out of another person's happiness before, and it makes the situation I’ve got myself in even more undeniable. I’m falling in love with Jack Ravenshaw, and I’m falling in love with the child he’s put inside me.
JACK
Ihear my door creak open, and when I look up from my laptop and see her standing in the door frame wearing one of my shirts, my cock instantly gets hard again.
“You can’t be serious?” I shake my head, placing my laptop down on the bedside table. “I already gave you five orgasms tonight; you’re getting greedy.” I can tell what she’s come to my room for by the look on her face; that combination of hope and frustration looks beautiful on her.
“Actually, I didn’t come here for that.” She steps closer, rounding the bed and standing beside me. “The baby’s been pretty active, I thought you might like to feel.” She takes my hand and places it on her swollen belly.
“I don’t feel anything,” I tell her after waiting a minute or two.
“You have to be patient; maybe it’s because I’ve moved.” We both stare at my hand, waiting for something to happen.
“Here, lie down.” I shift over, holding open the covers so she can get in beside me.
She smiles awkwardly as she lays her head on my pillow, and I move down the bed so I can be closer to all the action.
“Maybe he went back to sleep.” She shrugs, her cheeks flushing red, like she’s embarrassed. I shot my load over her tits less than an hour ago. I don’t know what about this is making her so shy.
“You’ve been calling him a he a lot today,” I point out, trying not to look smug.
“A woman's intuition can change, you know.” Her eyes glare at me, and when I feel a ripple come from under my palm, we both look at each other and laugh.
“And that was my boy telling you that this time, your intuition is right.” I place a soft kiss where the kick came from and grin proudly. “You know, I’m never going to get bored with feeling this,” I warn her, still unable to believe that the tiny life, growing and thriving inside her, belongs to me.
“I figured.” I can tell she’s proud of herself for what she’s achieved. Not only does Gracie like being pregnant, she likes my reaction to it.
“He’s really moving in there; how are you going to get any sleep?” I ask when I feel another kick.
“I’ll just have to get used to it. I guess that’s what everyone else does.” She shrugs. “Though I’m not looking forward to how it’s going to feel when he’s fully grown and ready to come out.”
“You’ll be used to it by then, and he’ll have less space.” I kiss her tummy again, imagining how incredible she’s going to look when she’s ready to pop.
I get so distracted by the whole thing that I almost miss the yawn she makes behind her hand. It’s past midnight, and she should be sleeping.
