by Madison Faye
Holy shit, pregnant. Chelsea was pregnant with my kid? It was like time stopped around me and the world slowed to a standstill as the news sunk in.
Holy shit, she was having our baby.
I could feel my whole heart soar as the news sunk in, and it was so fucking nuts that I almost didn’t realize it when Mike lunged at me with his fist raised.
But suddenly the world came rushing back, and suddenly I was very aware that one of my oldest buddies was about to murder me with his bare fucking hands.
“Stop! Dad stop!” Suddenly, Chelsea was between us, one hand and her body pressed against my chest as if shielding me, and the other outstretched to stop her father.
Mike did stop, but his whole face was a mask of fury as he barred his teeth at me. “You keep away from my daughter you fucking piece of-”
“Dad I love him.”
The words were like the breaking of glass in the frozen scene of the backyard; like a collective pause and intake of breath. Mike slowly shook his head, glaring at her. “You don’t. You don’t know what you’re saying, Chelsea.”
“I do, Dad!” She suddenly threw her arms around me, hugging me fiercely. It was like instinct as I felt my arms go around her; like the base primal need to protect and comfort my mate or something. I didn’t even care that Mike and Sarah’s faces flinched as they watched me hold their daughter, because the time for secrets was over.
“And he loves me, dad,” Chelsea said softly, and I could feel her heartbeat hammering against my chest.
Mike dragged his eyes back up to mine. “Get away from her, Jake,” he said evenly. “You know I’ve got a gun in the house, and old buddy or not, I’m prepared to use it.”
“Jesus, Mike!” Sarah hissed from the back porch.
“I’m warning you, Jake.” Mike’s face was drawn and haggard looking. “You ever come near her again, or contact her, and I’ll kill you. Understand?”
And right then, I knew it was time to stop all this. Right then, I knew it was time to step up and be the man I knew I was, and the man I knew I could be.
For her.
“Mike, Sarah?” My voice was sharp, and they both looked at me. “I love her,” I said evenly, my arms tightening protectively around Chelsea. “I love her with everything I have, and she loves me.”
Mike started to shake his head, his fingers rubbing his temple, but I reached out and put a hand on his arm. “It’s real, buddy.” I meet his eye. “It’s more real than anything.”
The fire left his eyes, and I watched the fight drop out of him. “It’s real” had been how he felt about Sarah. It’s what he’d kept saying to me when he’d first met her on shore leave way back in the Navy. The “real deal”, he called it
And then he was listening.
“I’m never going to hurt her, Mike,” I said, holding her tight. “I’m never going to leave her, and I’m going to provide and take care of her.”
I looked up at Sarah, staring at us with wide eyes from the back porch with her hand over her mouth. “She’s going to finish college too, I swear, Sarah.”
“Jesus, Jake.” Mike shook his head, sighing heavily.
“I should tell them,” Chelsea whispered into my chest, and I nodded.
“Daddy, I’m pregnant.”
“What?” Mike’s eyes darted back up to mine, and I nodded.
“It’s true, Mike. And I’m here for it, all the way.” I entwined my fingers in hers, and drew her close against me. “It’s real, buddy; it’s the real deal.”
I could see the last of his anger drop then as he slowly started to nod his head. Sarah came up behind him, and he put his arm around her before turning back to Chelsea and I. “When you know, you know; that it, Jake?”
“That’s it, Mike.” I said evenly. “When you know, you never let go.”
And just like that, the whole tension broke, and I watched the both of them smile.
“You hurt her, and I’ll come after you, Jake.”
But I wasn’t worried about that, because there was no damn way I was ever going go to leave this perfect angel at my side.
Not ever.
And then I turned and kissed her, and I didn’t even care about the world around us anymore as her lips melted against mine.
Because right then, it was cemented; she was mine.
Epilogue
Chelsea
One Year Later
“Oh fuck, baby! Right there!”
I gasped as Jake’s hands tightened around my hips and held me in place as he thrust his hips up and down, his thick cock fucking me hard. I threw my head back and cried out as the orgasm tore through me, feeling my pussy clench tightly around the huge cock deep inside of me as I came.
Almost without warning, he suddenly yanked me up, planting my knees astride his head, and I moaned as his mouth found my slit. I loved how he could manhandle me like that; how his strong arms could just toss me around in the bedroom. And God did I love his tongue on my pussy like that.
I whimpered and reached behind me to stroke his beautiful cock, slick with my cum. Jake’s tongue teased circles around my clit, his strong hands holding me tightly to his face as he rocked me towards another climax.
“Wait, wait!” I gasped. “I want to feel you inside me when you make me come again.”
He grinned at me as he lifted me off his face and back down his body, placing me right back where I’d been. I groaned as I sank back onto him, my hand guiding the fat head into my wetness as I watched his eyes flash at me. I leaned into to kiss him, moaning loudly as I tasted myself on his lips and he started to rock back into me, filling me so deeply and completely.
“You keep that up and you’re going to wake the baby, honey,” he growled into my ear.
“I just put him down, we’re fine,” I gasped. “Just please keep fucking me!”
“Oh I’m never going to stop fucking this sweet pussy, baby-girl,” he growled, biting me hard on the neck as he pumped into me.
Yeah, so, this was married life, and I couldn’t have been happier.
In a fairytale, everything after that explosive night in my parents yard would have been all peaches and cream. But life of course is not a fairytale, and there were certainly rough spots after that first admission there in front of everyone. My parents were weird at first; I mean, of course they were and they had every right to be. But they got it, eventually. My dad really was the one that swayed it, when he saw how happy Jake and I were together, and how real it was.
When you know, you know.
We moved, obviously. Besides living next door to my parents and all the bad juju of living in a house Jake lived in with his ex-wife, I did have to finish school, and he made sure of that.
He had ways of motivating me that I’d never even dreamed of.
Jake took the move as a chance to break into the Boston college scene with his freelance scouting, and in a city with sixty colleges, when his name took off it took off. We moved into a nice little suburb outside the city, which is where we currently were, in our house just outside the city, with him doing what he did best.
Fucking me.
Specifically, fucking me like I’d never imagined I could get fucked, and pumping me full of his cum every chance he got. Protection? Hah, not a chance. It was funny to think that here I was more than a year after I’d lost my virginity, and I’d still never used any sort of birth control. Which was fine of course, because I’m pretty sure it was one of those first times that got me pregnant. And after that? Well, it’s not like you can get pregnant when you are pregnant. And as for now?
Well, now I was ready for him to fill me up again and make me big.
I could feel my pussy tightening around him, feeling so exquisitely full and stretched like he always made me feel. My breath came ragged and my pulse stuttered as he drove me over that edge, his big cock pounding in and out of me.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” Jake growled. “I’m gonna fill this perfect little pussy with every drop of my cum.” He looked deep int
o my eyes, his face tight as his hips rocked against mine. “I’m gonna fill that belly up with another baby.”
And that did it. With a cry, I came, my body exploding around his perfect, thick cock as my orgasm ripped through me. I gasped, feeling him roar as he rocked in deep and let loose, his cum filling my fertile young body in a way that I knew was taking hold. I could feel him pumping me full so deep inside, and I swear I could feel my body already taking it all in; already making something new.
Because you’d think that there couldn’t possibly be any more space for any more joy in our lives, but we were ready to prove that wrong.
Every single chance we got.
The End
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