SKYLAR
The shower sprays down on us, filling the room with steam and relaxing my stiff shoulders and muscles. It’s been a day. The wedding party took a lot out of me, and Zoey asking if I was her stepmother was another layer I wasn’t expecting.
A good layer though.
One I worry about, but for now, fills the pieces of my soul that want to see her living her best life. She’s not my daughter. Not really. But I love her. I do. I want her happiness and her smiles and her fun. I want her to only see rainbows and never feel the rain.
“I’m your kid’s stepmother,” I muse as Aston sets me down in the shower and kisses my neck from behind.
“You are. She told me when I tucked her in that she was happy you said yes.”
My eyes close and a smile splits my lips, even as my heart thumps harder.
“Is this all moving too fast for you?”
Yes. No. I don’t know. “We’ll have to tell her about the baby. About how it’s not yours,” I go with instead.
He doesn’t respond to that, and I can’t see his face to figure out what’s going through his mind. We have so much freaking drama, we’re like a soap opera and a miniseries all in one.
I feel him growing hard behind me, his cock rubbing into my lower back, and I sigh and hum.
“How about it’s just us for tonight. No more thinking. No questions. Life can wait until tomorrow.”
I nod. I can live with that. Because life will definitely pick back up for me tomorrow and I could use the mental reprieve.
He spins me around and lifts me back up into his arms. His mouth claims mine as he walks us until I’m pressed against the shower wall.
His hands firmly grip the space between my thighs and ass. “I want this. I want you.”
I can’t tell how he means it. If he’s talking about my body or… more.
He doesn’t give me the chance to question him. His cock rubs up and down my pussy, and when he has me moaning and trying to pull him inside of me, and yes, begging, he pushes in.
There are no dirty words this time. No raunchy sex. It’s slow and deep. It’s kisses and breath. It’s gentle and sweet. It’s… loving. At least that’s how it feels, and it spins my mind up and twists me into a million different directions. Our eyes hold, only closing when he hits a certain spot or I squeeze his cock with my pussy.
But it only lasts a minute before we’re there again, foreheads pressing and dizzying kisses.I could do this forever, I think. But then he shifts, and I feel him against my bump. Reality swarms back and stings me. It bites at what this is and what we are and what’s yet to come. Something we haven’t talked about. Not really. Not logistically.
The baby.
It makes me choke out a gasp and cling tighter to him, not wanting to let him go. It’s only been a week, but it’s been thebest week of my life. And the amount of time is inconsequential considering how long we’ve been living together and sparring. Flirting. Touching. Kissing.
He picks up his pace, his cock moving in and out of me, his hands on my ass guiding me, helping me move against him. I’m swollen inside, but somehow that only makes it better. It’s a tiny bit of a sting and I like it. Sort of like when he pulls my hair.
His thumb goes back into my mouth, and I suck him down, but he pulls it out just as quickly as he pushed it in and uses it to rub my clit.
That’s how I lose the battle. I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck and ride his cock and finger until I come. He follows, his grip on me tightening, and I hope he leaves marks on my thighs and ass. I hope I can look in the mirror tomorrow and see his possessive fingerprints there and remember this night with him always.
The moment we’re done, I climb out of his arms, but he doesn’t let me get far. Shampoo is poured liberally into his palm, and he washes my hair. His fingers massage my scalp, and I moan some more. No one has ever washed me. No one has ever been this tender before. Cared this much.
He’s taking care of me.
My eyes burn. Tomorrow is a big day, and I’m scared. This is throwing me over the edge. He continues to clean me, conditioning my hair and washing my body. And when we’re done, we fall asleep in a heap, only sleep doesn’t last long for me.
I wake earlyand leave a little before dawn, needing space to think. Today is my ultrasound. I’ve heard the baby’s heartbeat. That was an incredible moment. But I’m still walking into that ultrasound room alone. Aston has a shift this morning, and I didn’t feel right asking him to come with me anyway. It’s onething to be with him when I’m pregnant. It’s another to have a new baby that isn’t his. I don’t know what will be with us after I give birth, and we haven’t talked about it. It’s too soon for that anyway.
Yes, I could bring a friend or my mother or my father.
But my situation is that I have to plan this as a single mother. I can’t rely on the idea that Aston will want to be part of my child’s life. That we’ll live happily ever after with me as Zoey’s stepmother and him as the stepfather to my baby like we’re the freaking Brady Bunch. Maybe that’s how it’ll turn out. But maybe not.
