You're Mine: A Secret Baby Second Chance Romance

by S. E. Law

  I finish it way too soon, but hunger still gnaws in my gut. I get a sudden craving to dip some pretzels in mayo, so I help myself and start snacking away. Jace throws me a weird look.

  “What is it?” I ask innocently with a satisfying crunch.

  “That’s just a weird combo. I’ve never seen someone do that before.”

  “Well, be prepared for weirder ones,” I comment.

  He throws me another strange look.

  “Why?”

  “You know, cravings?” I’m in disbelief. How can Jace not understand cravings? Salty is my downfall, although sweet sometimes has its day too. Suddenly, he shoots me a sharp look.

  “You have cravings? Haley, you don’t get cravings. Wait a minute, are you pregnant?” Why is asking me if I’m pregnant. Didn’t I tell him after the proposal? I thought I did…

  Oh wait, maybe I didn’t.

  I just super bungled my pregnancy announcement. Suddenly, I laugh out loud, filled with joy. It seems that Jace and I are two peas in a pod, since neither of us is good at delivering important information in a graceful manner. He reads my mind.

  “Give me your speech.”

  “Huh?” I ask.

  Jace merely grins.

  “I got to give you mine, so I want to hear yours too. I’ll pretend like I’m hearing it for the first time. Just start whenever you’re ready.”

  He goes back to eating his breakfast and acting like I didn’t just tell him I was pregnant.

  I clear my throat.

  “Jace?”

  “Yes, Haley.” He smiles, like the cat’s out of the bag. Okay, my fiancé would definitely not make a good actor.

  “Well, first I’d like to thank you for proposing. It was honestly the most beautiful thing I’ve experienced and you made a gorgeous meal too.”

  Jace nods, smiling.

  “But actually, I have an announcement of my own. You remember when I went to the doctor about a week ago because I was sleeping so much? Well, it turns out that I’m pregnant. How about that? Are you ready to be a papa for the second time?”

  Jace looks at me oddly.

  “That was your prepared speech?”

  “Um, yes? I didn’t really have a speech, to tell you the truth.”

  Honestly, I didn’t have anything prepared and suddenly I feel bad. Jace went to all this trouble to propose, and I merely blurted out I was pregnant. But then a huge smile breaks out over his face.

  “Oh Haley, what am I going to do with you? I love you so much, baby girl, and I’m elated that we’re going to have a second baby.” He comes over, kneeling down in front of me. He puts his hand on my belly, lightly, rubbing it.

  “So he’s already in there, growing?” I nod.

  “You’re not going to feel anything except for that weird breakfast croque thing, which was very good by the way. The baby won’t start kicking until around somewhere between sixteen and twenty-five weeks.”

  “And where are we?”

  “Like week three or four?” I can already tell Jace is going to be a little crazy during this pregnancy. This is my second one, so I feel like a pro, but Jace? He’ll be running in circles the entire time, I can already tell. I’ll do my best to reassure him, but there’s only so much you can do for a sort-of first time father.

  “Okay, I can wait. And it’ll be,” he counts on his fingers, “thirty-five weeks until the baby’s here.” Jace gets up and beings pacing. “I can’t wait, but there’s so much to do. I mean, we’re going to have to buy some stuff to get ready, and there’s also daycare to plan, schools to look at, and we need a stroller pronto. What else are we going to need to get?”

  Thinking it’s a question for me, I begin to answer, but Jace just leaves. I don’t know what to do, so I stay seated. He’s back pretty quickly with a notebook in hand.

  “I’m going to write this down.” He uncaps the pen and gets to scribbling. “We’ll need a crib, obviously. Baby monitor, diapers, stroller, that baby bag thing, and the harness you wear on your back and maybe one for the front, too.” Jace continues to list things, and it gets pretty extensive. I want to tell him you can’t prepare for a baby, but every father has to find out for himself.

  “We’ll have to tell Jamie,” he suddenly exclaims. I’d already thought of this. He’s been getting along well with his schoolmates, but a new baby will change the whole dynamic.

  “We do, but can we agree that when we do tell him, we’ll get the announcement right?” Every big announcement we’ve made hasn’t gone down as planned and I giggle with the memory.

  Jace nods furiously.

  “Yes, yes. We’ll plan it. You know what I need? A separate notebook. This one will be for the new baby and the second one will be for Jamie. We can write down stuff regarding each kid, so we don’t mess up as much.” I’m about to stop him because we don’t need to get so crazy, but Jace is in and out of the kitchen with another notebook before I can tell him anything about it.

  My soon-to-be husband is scribbling like there is no tomorrow. I don’t want to break his flow, so I keep eating the delicious spread he’s put out for me. After all, I’m happy that he’s happy. It’s endearing how Jace is going nuts at the prospect of a new baby, when I already know everything is going to be alright.

  But then Jace looks up with a gleam to his blue eyes.

  “I’m losing it, aren’t I?” he asks.

  “Uh-huh,” I nod, swallowing another spoonful of peanut butter straight from the jar. “But I love it.”

  He comes over, prowling like a giant tiger.

  “How about I show you how much I appreciate you, sweetheart? For giving me a baby, with another on the way?”

  My pussy moistens as my body heats.

  “And how would you like to show me, Mr. King? What were you thinking?” I ask coyly.

  Fortunately, my fiancé has always been inventive and he helps me to my feet before pushing down on my back so that I’m bent forward with my hands braced on the edge of the table. He inches my negligee up until my bare pussy peeps out, pink and already wet.

  “Let me give you a kiss,” he growls in back of me. “The kind that you’re going to remember.”

  I sigh in anticipation, which quickly escalates into a squeal. Jace is kissing me, but it’s a special type of kiss. It’s a touch meant only for lovers, and as his lips lick deeply at my twat, I exhale with pleasure.

  “Oh god,” is my helpless moan. “More.”

  My fiancé laps at my pussy before moving up to my back hole and slowly dipping his tongue inside.

  “Fuck you’re so tight,” he growls. “So fucking small and ready for me all the time.” It’s true because he whips out his cock and in the next second, it happens. Jace eases that huge pole into my pussy and I’m breathless from his size.

  “Oh god!” I cry out, lifted onto my tippytoes from the unbearable stretch. “Oh fuck, you’re huge.”

  He grins behind me. “That’s right, but this is just the beginning, sweetheart. Daddy’s getting lubed up for step two, don’t you worry.”

  I brace myself, crying out as my pussy clenches with pleasure. Slowly, Jace eases out of my snatch and runs the tip of his dick around my anus teasingly.

  “Is this where you want it, baby girl?” he croons in my ear. “Does Daddy’s little slut like it in her back door?”

  And the truth is, that I do. I’ve become so uninhibited and filthy around Jace that I literally bump my ass back against him, trying to catch his dick in my anus.

  “Yes, give it to me,” I pant breathlessly. “I need it.”

  With a chuckle, Jace presses against my bottom hole, and groans.

  “Fuck, I love how I have to work myself in each time,” he growls. “You’re so fucking small.”

  I squeal a bit, my tight ring of muscle resisting. But then with a pop, my sphincter gives way, and that huge club is buried all the way in my bottom.

  “Yes,” I cry as he pulls out and then pushes in again. “Take me. This is all yours.�
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  He growls, pumping his hips faster as my bottom is violated again and again.

  “That’s right, little girl. Never forget that you belong to me because you’re mine, sweetheart.”

  We cry out simultaneously as ecstasy overcomes us. Hot pleasure surges through my pussy and ass, and I dissolve into spasms of heat. My bottom milks Jace’s cock, and he roars while ejaculating hard and depositing a huge load of cum into my anal canal.

  Mewling and crying, tears fill my eyes as we fly to Heaven and burst into fragments of light, our hearts and bodies entwined. After all, this man loves me so much, just as much as I love him. I can’t take things for granted because once upon a time, we lost one another. Jace and I were apart, and spent seven years traversing the unknown. But my lover came back to save me, and I adore this man so much for everything he’s done. We can’t erase the past, but we can make a future going forwards, and together, we’ll chart a new course with peace and happiness marking the way.

  The End

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  Sneak Peek: Playing With Her Doctors

  Chapter One: Bethany

  I look at myself critically in the mirror, turning this way and that. Hmm, not too bad. Ever since giving birth two years ago, things have pretty much gone back into place. Not totally back in place, mind you. Not like how movie stars always seem to be in pre-baby form within two months of giving birth.

  Overall though, I look okay. My tummy has a tiny bit of pooch, my ass is bigger than it used to be, and there are some silvery stretch marks here and there, but I like it. Frankly, being bigger is my style – the girls who have sticks for arms and legs have always freaked me out a little. Do they ever get blown over by a gust of wind? Or what if a friendly dog comes snuffling up? Do they get knocked over onto their behinds by the wag of a tail?

  Then I frown because on my last date, Rob was complaining. Rob isn’t my boyfriend or anything. He’s a man that I met on DatingTime, an online dating service I signed up for. To be honest, he seemed like the only normal guy on the entire site. Everyone else was a hundred years old, and I even suspect that some of the men who contacted me were transgender. Nothing against transgender people, but if you’re a guy wearing obvious false lashes and lipstick, I’m not sure if I’m the right woman for you.

  But anyways, Rob and I have been out a few times. It’s been okay. We do the usual things like meet up at coffee shops and have dinner together. Last night, he invited me over for dinner at his apartment, and I knew what to expect. There’s only one reason why a man cooks when he barely knows you, and in this case, I was prepared.

  Before the date, I carefully showered and shaved myself in all the important places. I styled my hair, making sure my brown curls looked bouncy and full, and not like a rat’s nest. Plus, I even put some make-up on: coral lipstick and a matching blush highlighted my cheeks, with a smidge of liner and mascara to hopefully give my eyes that winsome Bambi look.

  Everything went according to plan. The babysitter arrived on time to look after my son Danny, and I showed up at Rob’s doorstep with a bottle of wine in hand. He looked more dashing than normal. His brown hair was styled to the side, and he wore black jeans and a button-down. On our previous dates, he was usually dressed in a t-shirt, which I guess is okay since we always met in casual settings.

  “How are you, darlin’?” he asked.

  I smiled and stepped inside his apartment.

  “Good, thanks. You?”

  Rob said something in return and we moved further into the living room. I looked around. It was homey and comfortable. Here in New York City, most people don’t have a lot of space, and Rob’s apartment probably wasn’t more than eight hundred square feet. But he’d done it up nicely. His furniture looked relatively new, and there were some photographs on the wall. He’d also taken pains to put out some crackers and cheese on the sideboard, which I appreciated.

  “Can I offer you some wine?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “No, not for me,” I said with a smile. “I’m still breastfeeding, if you can believe it. My son Danny is two, but he still likes his mother’s milk.”

  Rob turned beet red, and even broke out in a sweat.

  “Oh of course,” he stammered. “I forgot that your son is still breastfeeding. No worries, is water okay?” he asked, moving towards the kitchen.

  “Perfect,” I called after him. “And if you have sparkling water, that would be absolutely delightful.”

  I stared at my date a bit because under the harsh fluorescent lights of the kitchen, he was definitely sweating a little. There was a shiny gleam on his chin and forehead, almost like he was a pimply teenager. But it’s okay. Some guys are just awkward even when they’re thirty-five, and Rob seemed to fall into that category.

  “Here you go,” he said, coming back with a glass. “Hopefully Perrier works for you.”

  I took a sip. Mmmm, the sparkling water was delicious, hitting the back of my throat and making my nose feel a little fuzzy.

  “Perfect,” I said with a smile. Rob nodded happily, a little like a golden retriever eager to please, and gestured towards the small dining table positioned in a nook next to the kitchen.

  “Take a seat, Bethany,” he said with a smile. “I’ll have the pasta out in a minute.”

  As I walked over to the dining area, my date strolled over to the stove and lifted a pot to let out a warm waft of steam. Mmm, the simmering smell of tomato sauce made my stomach growl audibly, and I laughed.

  “You’re really talented at cooking.”

  Rob chuckled good-naturedly, putting on an apron over his clothes. He looked a little comical because the apron was red and white checked, with frills on the edges, but then again, who was I to say anything? This man was making me dinner, and if he wanted to wear a clown suit while doing so, I’d happily agree.

  The rest of dinner was fine. I ate a plate of slightly over-cooked spaghetti, as well as some veggies which had no seasoning. I know that some folks are really into health and wellness, but I need my baked veggies with a tiny dash of salt. Unfortunately, Rob is into this no-salt thing, and so there was none on hand.

  “You don’t have some in your cupboard?” I asked, curiously. “Not even a tiny bit?”

  Rob shook his head proudly.

  “Nope, none at all. I’ve banished it in my cooking because salt puts your kidneys through a lot,” he said in a serious voice. “I’ve been reading a lot on Gwyneth Paltrow’s site Goop, and she says that she doesn’t eat anything with salt anymore. She’s amazing,” he continues, as if the actress is the next Gandhi.

  I try to keep from laughing. If I followed Goop’s advice, I’d be an avowed vegan, and also putting those marble vaginal eggs into my pussy for “enhanced female well-being.” Weren’t they sued over false claims relating to those eggs, or something like that? Well, it isn’t my business. I merely nodded again.

  “Thank you for dinner,” I said, putting down my fork. “This was delicious.

  Rob jerked a bit, as if realizing we were now onto Scene Two of our date. He leapt up, whipped off the apron, and then turned down the lights to create a romantic atmosphere. Light jazz sounded through the speakers, and I smiled to myself. This man definitely wanted to get down to business.

  To tell you the truth, I was okay with that. As a single mom, I don’t have a lot of time to get out. My baby keeps me so busy that I barely have any time to myself. Only recently had I started dating again, and now, I’m much more goal-oriented. If a guy wants to go to home base immediately, I’m okay with that, so long as he’s reasonable-looking and mentally sane. After all, I only have the babysitter until ten p.m., so there’s no time to dilly-dally.

  Sometimes I feel a little sad it’s like this. Before I had Danny, dating used to be such a production. I’d ponder what to wear for hours, and often agonized about my hair, make-up and jewelry. But now, my son is often clinging to my leg as I get ready t
o go out, so I’m able to do everything within ten minutes. I’ve become an expert at applying make-up and styling hair while also fishing out Danny’s toy from under the couch, or cleaning up his spilled milk with one hand while putting on mascara with the other.

  Now, as Rob made his move, I forced myself not to laugh. He kind of waltzed over to me in time to the jazz music, and took my hand before pulling me up from the chair.

  “A beautiful woman on a beautiful night,” he sang, staring deep into my eyes. Again, it took a bit of effort not to laugh, but I managed to hold the giggles in. Evidently, he believed that in order to seduce a woman, he had to act like an over-the-top Casanova, what with kissing my hand while swaying in time to the beat.

  But I let him take the lead. I haven’t been laid since before Danny was born. His dad and I broke up when we found out I was pregnant, and it wasn’t an easy pregnancy. The whole thing is an ugly story and I wish it had turned out otherwise, but let’s just say I’m better off without that loser, even if we did conceive the love of my life.

  Anyways, back to Rob. He pulled me over to the couch while shooting coy looks over one shoulder. Then he pulled me down and descended on my face like a ravenous bear. Really, it was animal-like, and not Romeo-like. He pressed sloppy wet kisses all over my cheeks, my ear, my jaw, and my nose before finally hitting my mouth. Then, the man gave me what he probably thought was the equivalent of a French kiss, but instead his tongue felt like a slimy, thick slug in my mouth. Eeek.

  But I managed to accept his caresses with a modicum of grace. I even played along, throwing out a couple moans and tossing my head as if I loved having saliva slobbered all over my cheeks. Rob took that as encouragement, and went at it even harder, moving down so that he could bite at my breast through my blouse.

  “Ouch!” I cried out. Immediately, his dark head popped up, his bangs now hanging floppily in his face.

  “Oh shit, are you okay?” he asked. “I didn’t mean it! I swear! You’re not going to report me for domestic abuse or anything are you?”