“I feel amazing. This was perfect.”
“I know,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Your turn. What were you going to ask?”
My fingers toy gently with his chest hair as I work up the courage to ask him what exactly we’re doing here. I’m someone who always likes to have a plan, so I need this figured out right this second. “What does this mean? Are we…dating?”
Quentin puts a finger under my chin, lifting it so that we’re eye to eye now. “Yes. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
Not wanting to assume anything, I also need some clarification on whether this impacts the plans we had in place prior to this new development in our relationship.
“Should I still be looking for somewhere to stay once the baby comes and we’re settled?”
“If it’s something you need, sure. But I think it’s working out well, wouldn’t you say?” he says in a teasing tone. “I don’t see a reason not to live together if we’re dating and having a baby, but of course if you need it, do it.”
This man is too good for his own good. He cares more about what I need than what he wants, giving me the option a lot of men wouldn’t.
“I’m happy to stay right here,” I tell him, pressing my lips against his.
It’s the truth.
Where I was once unsure of my path in life, now I know, wherever life takes me, I want him by my side.
Somewhere along the way, as the lines got blurred, I fell hopelessly in love with the father of my child.
And there’s no going back now.
Chapter 43
Quentin
My eyes slowly blink open a few times, trying to decipher if I’m dreaming or not.
Because I’ve got the most beautiful woman curled up on my chest, her lips parted as she breathes in and out with her arm across my stomach.
Her stomach swollen with my baby, touching the side of mine.
If I could pinch myself to be sure this is real, I would, but I’m too afraid to move an inch and wake her.
We didn’t exactly sleep last night…
After the first round, we napped for an hour, and I was woken by her lips on mine. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, we had a conversation about how we both are into the concept of free use, meaning we can use each other’s bodies whenever we’d like at home, even if we’re sleeping.
An hour ago, I think, she woke me up by sitting on my cock, riding me into oblivion. She passed out on my chest after, which is how I woke up with her half sprawled on my chest.
This girl is something else.
It’s not just the clear physical chemistry either—that’s a bonus, of course—but it’s so much more than that.
My heart beats faster when she’s around. I think about her constantly, wondering what hobby she’s trying and hating today. She makes me laugh with her no-filter attitude. It’s made me feel young again and not so serious and crabby.
Basically, she’s revived me to the old Quentin I used to be. A part of me has felt missing for a while, and now I feel complete with Teagan by my side, ready to say goodbye to a chapter of my life and move on to the next one.
I press my lips gently to her hair, overwhelmed by the feelings thrumming in my body about my girls.
Teagan and Blueberry. The curveballs I didn’t see coming, but so desperately needed.
She stirs on my chest, her head moving up and down as her body shifts.
I stroke her hair, my voice gentle as I try to caress her back to sleep. “Shh, sleep,mon chérie.”
