by Adams, S. C.
“We have a baby, Carter.”
23
Abby
I can’t believe I said that.
This isn’t how I wanted Carter to find out about Timmy. If I’m being honest, I don’t know if I ever wanted Carter to find out. But certainly not like this, not during a shouting match. Not when we’re clearly on different pages when it comes to what happened between us last year.
Carter wobbles in front of me like he might pass out. He sits down on the bed to prevent his face from meeting the floor.
“We have a child?” he asks quietly, sounding like a child himself. “Or did I misunderstand?”
“We do,” I say. I don’t know what more he was going to say, but I don’t want him to think for a second that I terminated the pregnancy. “His name is Timmy.”
“Is he here?”
I shake my head. “My mom is watching him for the week.”
He nods, still looking shell shocked. I sit down next to him on the bed and take his hand. Finding out you’re a father is huge, and yelling at each other isn’t going to help matters.
“I think we need to talk about last year,” I say.
“Did you know you were pregnant when you cut me out of your life?”
I squint at him.
“Carter, I didn’t cut you out of my life. Why do you keep saying that?”
“That last day, I thought things were going well. I thought we were going to make plans to meet up when I came back to Miami. Then you never called; you never emailed. You didn’t give me your contact information either. Did you “forget” because you didn’t want me to know my son?”
“That’s not what happened,” I say quietly but firmly. “I tried to call you that night, but the number I got was disconnected. The email came back undeliverable.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not possible. Miss Havisham told me she gave you my cell and my email address. She wouldn’t lie to me.”
“She gave me a number and an email address, but neither of them worked. And for the record, I didn’t know I was pregnant then. I didn’t find out until two months after the cruise. As soon as I found out though, I tried calling again, but it didn’t go through. As a result, I assumed you told your secretary to give me fake contact info. If you didn’t want me to be in touch, then I wasn’t going to push it.”
“But you were pregnant with my son!”
“I know,” I say. “I was hurt, and I didn’t want to bother you if you wanted nothing to do with me.”
“I could have been there for you. I would have.”
I know that now. I don’t know how I ever thought he wouldn’t, or that he’d offer me money and nothing else. Carter was so loving and caring during our week together. Of course he would be amazing with a baby.
“I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to contact you. I could have called the cruise line or tried to talk to your parents or something…”
He puts a gentle hand on my arm. “No, no, I’m the one who’s sorry. I get why you didn’t. It’s the same reason I didn’t ask the cruise staff for your number. I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.”
I have to laugh at the ridiculous situation we’ve found ourselves in.
“I wanted everything to do with you. I was so hurt when I couldn’t get in touch with you.”
“So was I!” he admits. “I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you, Abby. It killed me that you didn’t love me, or so I thought.” He pauses for a minute. “I think I need to fire my secretary. She’s really scatterbrained and getting up there in the years. I think maybe she accidentally gave you the wrong contact information. She sabotaged us without knowing it.”
“I’m sorry. I know you really love Miss Havisham.”
“I do. But I love you more. And it’s time to let her go.”
We sit in silence for a while, but there’s something else he needs to know.
“I never got over you, and I haven’t let another man touch me since. Not that I had the option. In general, men don’t want to date a pregnant woman.”
His eyes flare a deep blue color.
“Abby, that makes me feel so good inside. And just FYI, I haven’t slept with anyone else either. I didn’t want to. You ruined me for other women.”
“Good,” I say, kissing him. “Because you’re all mine.”
“I like how you think.”
He deepens the kiss and cups one of my breasts in his large, calloused hand. I forgot we were still naked. Very convenient.
Carter lies back on the bed, taking me with him. Unlike our fast session earlier in the night, like teenagers trying to squeeze it in before the cops come to check the steamy car, this time we take it slow. It reminds me of our last few times together a year ago.
Our hands explore each other’s bodies lovingly, relearning each other’s contours.
“You’re so beautiful. When I saw you in the club earlier, you looked different. Amazing different though, and now I know why.”
“I haven’t lost the baby fat,” I say, feeling self-conscious.
Carter kisses my flabby stomach. “You’re perfect. It’s even sexier knowing you look like this because you had my baby.”
My heart flutters. This man knows exactly how to push my buttons in the best way. No wonder I fell in love with him.
Carter’s fingers work wonders on my already wet slit, making me moan uncontrollably as shivers run through my cunt. I use my hand to pump his hard cock, even though it’s difficult. He’s so big that I can hardly grasp it, the huge rod like a giant tree trunk that’s getting ready to take me. But it feels good to Carter and he moans this time.
“Just like that, Abby. Fuck, your hand feels amazing.”
I speed up my palm on his large, throbbing member, caressing each and every vein, but I don’t want him to come this way. I want to feel him filling me up for the second time in just a few hours.
Carter must feel the same way because one of his hands finds my breast while the other guides his tip right to where he belongs. He pushes in slowly, savoring the moment, until we can’t take it any longer. His thrusts get faster as our moans get loud enough to wake the neighbors.
“Oh fuck!” I scream, tossing my head back. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
“That’s it,” groans Carter. “That’s my dirty little slut. Goddamn!”
And finally, we finish together, his cock pumping gallons of seed inside as my pussy sucks it all up. It feels so good and I almost cry in ecstasy, loving the sensation of this man buried in my sweetest spot.
Afterwards, I lay my head on Carter’s shoulder, feeling spent. “It’s always so amazing with you. I can’t get enough of this.”
“It’s because I love you,” Carter rumbles. “I’ve heard sex is best with the one you love.”
“Well, then it will only get better because I’ll never stop loving you.”
Our breathing slows, and we stare at the ceiling, both quiet. Unlike earlier, I’m not thinking about how long I need to pretend to sleep before I can make my escape because now, I don’t want to leave, ever. But then my man sits up and looks at me with piercing eyes.
“I want to meet my son,” Carter growls low in his throat. “Will you let me?”
“Yes, of course,” is my soft reply. “He deserves to know his father.”
“Thank you.” The alpha male kisses my forehead and lies against the pillow, his eyes closing.
We fall asleep to the lullaby of our steady breathing with our bodies perfectly entwined.
It’s the best slumber I’ve had in over a year, and slowly my heart relaxes and a sense of well-being washes over my soul. Now that we’ve cleared things up, I know we’ll be sleeping together for a long time. In fact, I think we’ll sleep happily ever after.
Epilogue
Abby
A year later.
Timmy stumbles around the cabin happily. He’s only been walking for a few months, but he’s already a terror. He keeps Carter and me busy.
We live
on Carter’s cruise ships, traveling around the world. Once Timmy starts school in about four years, we’ll re-evaluate our nomadic lifestyle. Right now, though, we’re happy not to have a place to call home. It works out, actually. When we’re on land, we stay in a hotel near my parents’ house so they can see their grandson. But when we’re not with my parents, then we’re sailing around the world, blissful and fancy-free.
“Timmy, honey, we need to get going.”
My son laughs and runs away, as I expected he would. He hates leaving the ship, but once he gets to my parents’ house, he’s thrilled. They still spoil their only grandson. And tonight, Carter and I are going to get to go on one of our rare date nights while my parents watch Timmy. So I’m kind of in a hurry to get off the boat.
Not that I don’t love Timmy, because I do. My son is my entire world, and he makes me deliriously happy.
But I love Carter, too, and we haven’t been alone together in almost a year. I need to make sure my husband’s needs are met too, as well as my own. With that, a delicious thrill runs down my spine.
“You guys ready?” Carter asks, striding into the room. He catches Timmy into his arms and lifts the baby high above his head. “You don’t look ready.”
“He’s not happy.”
“Stay ship!” Timmy demands, waving his chubby fists in the air. He’s not quite a year and a half yet, so his vocabulary is limited. These two words he’s mastered, though.
Carter tickles the boy’s tummy. “No stay ship. We’re going to see Grandma and Grandpa.”
“Gamma! Gampa!”
“That’s my boy.”
Carter puts Timmy back on the ground, kissing his son’s head fondly, before turning to me. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” Carter asks, one black brow quirked my way. My heart pounds because even after all this time, my husband is still a gorgeous alpha male. I feel my pussy go wet, the tips of my breasts tightening.
But I shoot him a sweet smile, nodding yes, because of course I’m ready. My bags are totally packed, including my scuba gear. I’ve passed my scuba training certification, and now I run excursions on the different ships we find ourselves on. So far, I’ve gotten to dive in Africa, Hawaii, Scandinavia, and on the cruise right before this one, the Mediterranean. Today, we’re just getting back from the Bahamas. No diving this time around, though. Timmy and I explored the islands and worked on our tans. Well, I worked on my tan. Timmy had SPF 50 on to protect his young skin.
“I’ve been ready for a week,” I say coyly. “How about you?”
“All set. Let’s go.”
Carter wrangles his son again, and I gather my suitcase and Timmy’s small backpack. A steward will get the rest of our things off the ship, but I hate leaving without carrying something.
Once we drop Timmy off at my parents’ house, Carter and I check into our hotel. Finally!
Inside the door, Carter holds my hips and dips his head to kiss me slowly. “I love you,” he rumbles.
“I love you, too,” is my soft murmur.
We undress each other slowly and fall onto the bed. Having Timmy around hasn’t changed our sex life too much because Timmy has a separate room within Carter’s suite, not to mention a night-time nanny. It’s good because my lover and I can shut the door to our stateroom and know that we won’t be disturbed for a while.
“You’re so perfect,” Carter says hoarsely, kissing up my body. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“And I’m the luckiest woman.”
We make love slowly. Passionately. Perfectly, with his seed spurting into me in hot gusts, filling me up all over again. I love having his virility in all my holes, and welcome every opportunity to make love with this magnetic man.
When we’re both finished and exhausted, we lie back on the bed, our eyes locked on each other. There’s a bit of his spunk running from my pussy and I lift one leg teasingly, showing him my used pink slit.
“See?” is my coy voice. “Look what you’ve done.”
Sure enough, as I lift my knee, my pussy lips part a bit and a huge swell of white comes running out. But Carter won’t let it. One big finger reaches forward to push the bubbly semen back into my hole, where it belongs.
“There we go,” he growls. “I don’t like to waste this stuff, and I know how much my dirty little whore loves having sperm in her body.”
“I do,” I say playfully, moaning slightly when he pushes another drip back into my cunt. “Yes, right there.”
But suddenly, Carter grows serious. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he growls. My brow lifts.
“Oh?”
And to my surprise, he climbs out of bed and fumbles around with his pants, pulling something from his pocket.
“I know our relationship has never been conventional, but I have to ask sweetheart. I’ve been going nuts thinking about it, and I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. Will you marry me? Please make a desperate man happy.”
I sit up in the bed, keeping a sheet over my naked body. Carter’s right, this is unconventional. But it’s also so, so perfect, and it’s us.
“Carter, you’re not desperate,” I laugh.
He looks at me darkly. “When it comes to you, Abby, I think I am.”
His admission causes love to swell in my breast and I lean forwards to kiss him tenderly.
“Of course I’ll marry you, Mr. Jones. Of course, of course, of course.”
The big man relaxes then.
“Thank God,” he murmurs, slipping a beautiful diamond ring on my finger. It’s a perfect fit, and the six carat sparkler makes my eyes go wide, it’s so huge. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I murmur back. “And there’s actually something I’ve been wanting to tell you, come to think of it.”
This time, it’s his turn to be surprised.
“Yes?” he says warily.
I laugh a little, taking his hands in mine.
“There’s nothing to be frightened of. It’s just that you, me, and Timmy are the perfect little family. I love you, and I love our son. But I’m pregnant, Carter, so are you ready? Because we’re going to have another baby.”
Carter pulls me hard against his chest. “Fuck, this is the best night of my life,” he says roughly. “Another baby? Really?”
I nod happily, with tears in my eyes. “I found out just last week.” He pulls back for a moment, all the dots connecting.
“That’s why you didn’t do any dives when we were in the Bahamas, isn’t it?”
I nod, shyly.
“Yes, I didn’t want to risk it. But I didn’t want to give the secret away either, so I said that mumbo-jumbo about wanting a tan ….”
But Carter’s elated, and he pulls me close before I can finish.
“It doesn’t matter sweetheart,” he says roughly. “You’re perfect, absolutely perfect, and our family is perfect too. God, I love you so much.”
He kisses me hard, and we fall onto the bed once again, wrapped in one another’s arms. After all, our relationship didn’t start the regular way. I went on a naughty cruise, figuring that what happened on the boat would stay on the boat. But instead, what happened on the boat changed my life forever, and I’m all the better for it. Because you know what? The most miraculous things can happen at sea, and I have both a fiancé, a baby, and another baby on the way to show for my efforts. So I take a deep breath, and gaze into Mr. Jones’ eyes, appreciating the man in my arms. Because together, we’ll figure things out with our hearts and hands as one, locked together in love always.
The End
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Ryder
“Ms. Henshaw left her number for you,” one of the nurses said with a grin as she set it down on the desk. “How many does that make today?”
I chuckled and closed the file, taking the number, balling it up, and tossing it in the waste basket. “That would be number two.”
“And
how many patients have you seen today?” she asked.
“Eight so far,” I replied.
She nodded her head with a sly grin. “And out of eight, how many did a little wiggle of the hips, cooed, made coquettish comments, or innuendos?”
I cleared my throat, glancing up at her. “Seven. Fortunately, Mrs. Albertson managed to control herself.”
The nurse giggled and shook her head, picking up a file and setting it in front of me. “I don’t know how you do it.”
I shrugged. “You know what? These women, they just want the attention. For whatever reason, it’s lacking in their life and I’m successful and not too bad on the eyes. So if I can smile and be nice, why not? I’m not hurting anyone.”
She put her hands up with a smile. “Oh, I’m not doubting that. Dr. McNamara raved about you and your professionalism. I’m just saying, you’re handsome and successful. Don’t you want to share that with someone?”
It’s the million dollar question. I frowned at the thought, taking the next patient file from her.
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“I don’t blame you,” she laughed. “I was born and bred here. Married my husband here, and we’ll probably grow old here. I’m fine with it, but I know how it feels to want to spread your wings. Take advantage of it, because not everyone has that chance.”
Glancing down at her moderately sized diamond ring, I smiled, pretending to look at the next file. My words were true, but in fact freedom wasn’t the only reason I like to travel. In reality, I was awkward, skinny, and really shy during my teen years. I spent half of my life with a weak chin and scrawny frame. Once I got to medical school, though, everything changed. I started working out and eating right. I started making sure that I took care of myself and it showed. My new haircut, trendy clothes, and toned physique caught the attention of the ladies, and soon they were moaning my name in bed.