I’d never seen Max cry. He’d been a bit emotional once, when we’d been watching a romance that hadn’t been his choice, but he’d claimed he’d touched his eyes after eating a chilli. I’d pretended to believe it for the sake of his ego.
“I’m really hoping that those are happy tears.”
He pulled away from me and didn’t try to hide that he was crying. “I came in here thinking what it would be like if it was our child’s presents we were putting under the tree and you’ve just made that come true.”
He tried to brush the tears away, but I stopped him.
“It’s early days. I’ll be less than six weeks pregnant. I’ll make an appointment next week to see the doctor, so we’ll need to go back home for a day.” I pressed a kiss to his chest. I knew that for the next infinite number of months he was going to worry obsessively so at some point we were going to have to have a chat about what was acceptable and what wasn’t in terms of how protective he could be.
“Fuck, Vic. This is amazing.”
“I know. It’s that amazing you passed out. While you were inside me. Can we discuss that for two minutes?”
He made a noise that sounded like a growl before standing up and picking me up. The caveman was there, but he was careful, not quite tossing me over his shoulder but determined to carry me to wherever he wanted us to go.
“You had just told me I was going to be a father. I’m allowed to have a moment where I’m shocked.”
Our room was nearby on the ground floor, which meant we were only a few footsteps of opportunity for someone to walk out into the hallway and see Max in all his naked glory.
Thankfully – although Max wouldn’t have cared – no one emerged. He backed me through the door that I hadn’t fully closed and lay me on the bed, more carefully than he ever had before.
“I’m not made of glass.”
“Right now you are. I promise I won’t be like this for the next nine months, but for now, let me. Please.”
It was the “please” that got me, that and the look in his eyes as he braced himself on his arms over me.
“Okay.” His arms were firm and hard next to me, strong arms that had held me and carried me, and would do the same with our baby. He made me feel safe enough to dare to do things, to be myself and aim for the sky with everything, because he was there to catch me in case I ever fell. Not that he’d let me.
Alone I was determined and strong. With him, I was invincible. I knew, lying there, looking into his dark brown eyes, I’d chosen the right man as my partner, the right father for my child.
The kiss was nothing like what we’d shared before. I felt him holding back, a dam about to burst, but his mouth was tender on mine. There was a gentleness that felt like silk being brushed across me, every touch he made deliberate; every kiss he gave with meaning.
“This.” He kissed my neck. “Is the.” He moved to my collar bone, tracing it with his tongue. “Best moment.” He nuzzled between my breasts. “Of my life.”
I looked at him, his eyes full of what seemed like worship. This man who had at one point been terrified of being a father was now looking at me as if I’d made him king.
“Mine too.” Because it was. We’d wanted this so hard. “I don’t think getting married will top it.”
“It’ll be a very close second.”
I could feel his hard cock against my leg, fully recovered after his fainting fit. The fainting fit that had stopped me from having another happy ending. The pulse between my legs started to throb again, my body anticipating being completed by the man who was my soon-to-be husband.
His cock hardened further when I grasped it with a hand. I ran my hand lazily up and down it, feeling him tense, seeing him bite his lips together as he searched for control.
Without speaking, I guided him to my entrance, knowing I was wet from earlier and even more so now with anticipation. I lifted my face to his, searching for another kiss as he moved over me, seating himself between my thighs, his cock ready to push in and join us both together.
It became completely different than before. Tender and slow, we found a rhythm that moved deeper within me than anything had before. I gripped Max’s arms, aware that any control I had was being lost now, reliant on him to stop me drowning in a tidal wave of everything.
My climax was slow and hard, making my hips move and his name fall from my lips – possibly a little too loudly. That was enough for Max’s dam to break and he began to lose his control, moving harder and faster before I felt him come inside me, holding my hips tight, his expression one of pure bliss.
We collapsed onto the bed, sated and tired. I heard a child cry a few doors down, probably Teddy.
“That’ll be us in a few months.”
He smiled, his eyes not leaving mine. “I can’t wait.”
We fell asleep entwined; our Christmas present already loved.
