“Mmhhhmm.”
I trace over her stretch marks on the side of her stomach. Her tiny body is growing to accommodate a human inside of her. It’s fucking magical.
“Did something happen?”
I nuzzle my nose in her hair. “Yup.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Nope.”
“You just want to keep rubbing on me and sniffing me?”
“Yes. You smell good. Feel good.”
She sighs heavily. “You confuse me, Rhett Monahan.”
I confuse myself. I’ll be asking Angela to marry me soon, and despite my brain telling me that’s what I want, my heart and body are in complete defiance. I’m so much more relaxed here with Abby. Life feels real and not fabricated. But it’s also a secret life. What happens when it’s exposed to the light? Will it look as pretty and shiny?
No.
It won’t.
“I’m a cheater,” I grumble, angry at myself. “I don’t want to be, and yet I’m here. With you. Doing this.”
“We’re not doing anything bad,” she whispers.
But I want to.
I want to slide her panties down, press my cock against her pussy, and sink into her hot body. I’m desperate to be inside her again. The first time I was drunk and stupid. I’m still stupid, but at least I’d be sober enough to enjoy every second of it.
“Is it bad I want to sleep with you, honey?”
She lets out a little laugh. “You are. We’re in bed. You need to stop talking and close your eyes.”
I reach up and cup her bare breast under her shirt. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Rhett,” she rasps out.
I bite at her neck and run my thumb over her nipple. “I want to fuck you, Abby. So bad.”
Her response is to push her ass against my stone-hard cock. But she hasn’t actually given me permission, so I continue to tease her nipple with my fingers and kiss her neck.
“We can’t,” she says softly. “Rhett, stop. Now.”
As if doused in cold water, I jerk my hand away from her breast and out from under her shirt. When I start to scramble away from her, she rolls toward me and curls around my body.
“Stay. Sleep. Please.” Her lips find my jaw in the dark. “You’re upset right now and I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later. Plus, I can’t take the back and forth. Can you just hold me tonight?”
I know she’s right.
“Yeah,” I choke out as I pull her tighter to me. “I’m sorry, honey.”
“It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
I ignore my buzzing phone as the ultrasound tech slides the wand over Abby’s lubed-up stomach. It doesn’t take long for us to hear the sound of the heartbeat again. And, like the other doctor’s visits, it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
Abby beams at me, tears welling in her eyes. She’s such a good mom already and we’re only halfway there. I’m dying forher dream to come true. To hold our son. Such a simple, easy dream. I realize, it’s become one of mine too.
