Let's Make a Baby

by J. D. Light

  "Sh," I whispered, pressing my mouth to his as I worked on getting his pants down over his gorgeous ass, my fingers immediately gripping his perfect cheeks as I pressed my front to his.

  I dipped my fingers into his crease, groaning when his hole pulsed against my fingertip, already wet and ready. "Fuck. You're still mostly open from this morning," I whined against his mouth, before ripping away and spinning him, pressing his face against the door and pulling his hips back, before sliding inside with little resistance.

  I covered his mouth, reminding him not to scream when he started getting loud, and nearly forgot to pull out of his body when my knot started to swell.

  The principal smirked at us both when she caught us sneaking out, subtly letting us know that we needed to keep it at the house, though she seemed thoroughly amused by the whole thing.

  ***

  "Fletch," Gates said, raising his head from my chest where he was sprawled on his stomach on top of me on the couch while we watched a movie.

  "What's up, baby?"

  Another line crossed, but that one had been crossed for a while. I'd started calling him baby weeks ago, and thankfully, he'd never broken my heart by making me feel bad about it.

  We were just two short days away from Christmas, and we were both on break and thoroughly enjoying our time off. We'd both decided to hit the necessary houses on Christmas Eve, so we could laze around all day on Christmas Day.

  "I think it might be time to take that test."

  Words that should have brought me absolute joy, made a cold stone settle in my stomach.

  "What?" I asked quietly, my arms tightening around him and pulling him closer, even though he was already as close as he could get. "Already?"

  I wasn't ready. I wanted a child with him, but… I wanted him.

  He swallowed hard, forcing a smile. "I've been a little nauseous and really tired lately. I haven't thrown up, or anything, but I've definitely felt it."

  "Oh." A knot was forming in my throat fast, and an ache settled in my chest. "So, when are you taking it?"

  "I'm going to grab one on the way home from my parents' tomorrow."

  "Tomorrow?" I whispered, unable to force words out. "Wow."

  "Hey." He gripped my face, frowning down at me. "What's wrong? This is what we wanted."

  It was… well, it was part of it.

  "Yeah. It is." But I wanted him more. I would absolutely adore having a child with him, but I wasn't ready to give up what we had. I wasn't ready to go back to holding him, but not tasting him. I wasn't ready to go back to sleeping alone at night and waking up without his scent in my nose. I wasn't ready to go back to taking a shower alone.

  He leaned down, brushing his mouth to mine, nibbling on my lip. "You know. I might not be pregnant. And if that's the case, we don't want to miss a window. We should probably make sure."

  That night, I made love to him. If there had been a doubt before that I was crossing all the lines, I dragged my body over the damn things that night, smearing them completely.

  ***

  I woke up reaching for Gates, not at all happy that he wasn't pressed to my front or lying across me like he usually was in the morning. I was even less happy to find that there was nobody to grab ahold of in my bed.

  I blinked my eyes open and looked over at the empty mattress, confused for a moment until I remembered that it was Christmas Day. He was probably up watching Christmas programs and drinking his coffee.

  But when I stumbled my way to the living room, a cozy morning of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and a nice warm cup of coffee was not what it sounded like was coming from that direction.

  "Why the hell am I so depressed about this?" Gates sobbed, making me freeze for just a moment as I tried to figure out if I was hearing correctly, and then I was moving to the living room as quickly as I could, completely shocked to slide around the corner and find Gates huddled in the corner of the couch, holding a pillow to his face while he sobbed uncontrollably. "It was exactly what I wanted. I should be overjoyed."

  "Gates?" I asked, standing over him for a moment, completely unsure what I should do. "What's wrong, baby?"

  His head snapped up, his red-rimmed, pretty brown eyes meeting mine… and then he sobbed harder, burying his face back into the pillow.

  I leaned down, picking him up with ease and sitting down on the couch with him in my lap, needing to fix whatever it was that was wrong with him.

  "Sh," I whispered against this hair, rocking him slightly. "What's wrong, baby? You don't cry. You never cry. What's wrong?"

  He lifted his hand, and I finally realized he was holding something. A stick.

  "Oh. Is that…" I gently peeled the pregnancy test out of his hand, rubbing my arms up and down his back, and I continued to rock him, glancing down at the little windows on the front, my breath catching at the double pink lines. "Does that mean what I think it means?"

  I was torn. I wasn't sure what I wanted his answer to be. I was excited about the prospect of being a father, especially when it meant my child would be a beautiful brown-eyed cutie with freckles across the bridge of its nose and a sweet smile that melted my heart.

  "Yeah."

  I swallowed hard, pulling him even closer and pressing my nose to his temple, closing my eyes as I felt them prick slightly with tears. "That's great."

  "Isn't it?" he whimpered, before sobbing all over again, his body shaking in my arms.

  "Sh." I rocked him again, taking a deep breath and pressing my lips to his head. "Tell me what's wrong. Are you scared?"

  "I messed up, Fletch," he whispered, pressing his face to my neck, his tears smearing against my skin as I clutched the test in my hand and squeezed him tight.

  "How? How could you have possibly messed up, baby? You're perfect."

  "I should have never slept with you."

  My stomach dropped and I nearly stopped breathing altogether. "What?" I whispered, staring straight ahead as he clung to me.

  "I was functioning just fine. I knew I'd never get you, and I'd come to terms with it… mostly," he said on a sob, shaking his head against my neck. "I wasn't willing to settle, so I was going to have my baby, and that was going to be enough for me, and when you found somebody to be happy with, I was going to make it through, because I'd have my baby... but then we slept together... and now I don't know if just having your baby is going to be... enough for me."

  It took a moment to process his words through all the sobbing. The words becoming more broken and stilted the longer he spoke, but when the words finally registered, I gasped, gripping his shoulders and pulling him back so I could look into his beautiful and puffy face.

  "Wait. You were going to have a baby by yourself, because you didn't think you could have me? You wanted me?"

  "I'm sorry," he whispered, his brow creasing as another sob broke free. "I should have told you I was in love with you before we started this. I messed everything up."

  It was like I was hit in the chest with a bolt of lightning. He didn't back down. He met my gaze head on as he confessed that he loved me. That he had for a while. At least as long as we'd been having sex, and a laugh of pure happiness escaped me as I slid my hands up to cup his face, and then I leaned forward, closing my eyes as I pressed my quivering lips to his, making him gasp in surprise.

  "Oh, baby," I whispered as tears slid from the corners of my eyes and down my cheeks. "You didn't mess anything up. You've given me the two best gifts of my entire life today." I pulled back and our eyes met, his confused and unsure, and mine probably so full of joy and happiness. "I love you too, Gates. I have for so long. I had no idea I was what was holding you back from finding an alpha, but I'm so fucking glad."

  His eyes were wide as he watched me. The sobbing slowed to occasional hiccups as his face went slack and his eyes scanned my face again and again.

  "You love me?" he finally asked after several moments, clear astonishment written on his face.

  I chuckled, brushing the tears from his
cheeks with my thumbs and leaning down to rub my lips against his. "You can even ask my mom. She's been trying to get me to grow a pair and ask you out for a long time."

  ***

  Mid-August

  "Why did I think it would be a good idea to get pregnant in November?" Gates grumbled as he waddled into the bedroom. "I thought everything else through, but failed to consider that it would be hot as hell when I was nine months pregnant." He bent backward, holding on to his belly as he tried to stretch his back out, and I moved up behind him, pulling him back against my chest. "My fucking everything hurts."

  I ran my hands over his belly, completely enamored with this man and adoring the way he looked, swollen with my child.

  "Come on, baby. Let me rub your back.

  I moved him closer to the bed and placed several pillows on the floor, having found a few months ago that the best way to rub his back when it was hurting and his belly was so big, was to have him kneel on the floor and rest his cheek, shoulders and chest on the bed, making it to where I could rub his back, but his belly didn't dig into the bed.

  I helped him down, making sure to be careful with him as I eased him to the floor. Once he was finally in position, I leaned back, biting my lip at the delectable sight he made. The position presented his ass to me perfectly, and selfishly, I wanted to skip the back rub and go straight to eating him.

  "I know what you're doing," he said, his voice slightly muffled as he smooshed the side of his cheek against the bed.

  "What?" I exclaimed indignantly. "What am I doing?"

  "You're staring at my ass."

  "That's…" I trailed off, chuckling as he lifted his head to raise his eyebrows at me over his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm staring at your ass... but you have the best fucking ass."

  "Oh yeah, he grumbled, letting his head fall back to the bed. "I'm sure I'm just sex on a stick right now."

  "Sex on a what?" I leaned forward, pressing my back to his front and reaching around him to cup his generous stomach in both hands, pressing my hard dick to his asscrack. "Did you say sex on my dick?"

  He looked down, shaking his head. "How can you possibly be turned on by this?"

  "I'm turned on by everything you do," I whispered, pressing my mouth to his neck and sucking lightly. "Always have been, always will be."

  He gasped, and I smiled, moving my mouth along the sensitive skin of his neck and pressing forward with my hard dick… and frowning when I felt the front of my pants become wet.

  "What the hell?" I whispered, pulling back to look down at my boyfriend, taking a minute to process why his pants were suddenly wet.

  I mean, there was no doubt that sex between us was fucking amazing, but he'd never been this wet befo…"Shit."

  I jumped up, flapping my arms for a moment, and then I bent, shoving my hands under his armpits and dragging him up off the floor before turning him so I could scoop him up into my arms. I spun in a circle before running toward the living room, not really sure what I was supposed to do now that I had him in my arms.

  "Stop," he yelled, and I immediately stopped dead, eyes wide as I looked down into his face. He was breathing hard and pressing a hand to his stomach, and for a moment, I thought I was about to have to deliver our baby right there.

  I can't deliver a baby! I fucking fainted when I saw my cat have a kitting in the middle of the living room once!

  "I need my bag," he said after a moment, giving me a small smile that told me he was laughing at me on the inside.

  "Shit. "I spun again, searching the room for the bag that I apparently just expected to be floating in mid-air, since I was basically looking around blindly, my mind racing. "Should I have packed a bag?" I asked, as I opened the closet and sighed in relief when I found it lying on the ground. I hooked the strap with my toe, raising it enough to snatch it with a hand and then throw it over my shoulder while Gates held on for dear life, looking less than convinced of my balancing skills.

  Once we were finally on two feet, he patted my chest and shook his head. "Nah, I got you covered."

  "You're the best."

  ***

  "We're going to have like a million of these," I said, holding my daughter to my chest as I leaned down to kiss Gates on the forehead.

  He chuckled sleepily, letting his head loll to the side as he looked at me. "Let's see how the next few months go before we start planning for a million, okay?"

  I made a pfft sound, rolling my eyes. "Maisy is going to be perfect. Just like her daddy."

  He shook his head, smiling softly. "I love you."

  "I love you too," I whispered, nearly overwhelmed with the feelings of pride and happiness. I really, really loved my new life. "I'm so glad I found those papers before you got knocked up all on you own."

  He chuckled, his eyes growing more and more heavy. "Thank God for fast weaving spiders."

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