Running down from my car to the emergency room, I ignored the looks I got from the people sitting in the waiting room. “Sienna. Where is she?” I couldn’t have gotten the words out fast enough to Katie, a nurse on call that Sienna was friends with.
“Follow me. Please try not to panic.”
I scoffed. Yeah, fucking right. “Too late for that.”
I was not sure what to expect. Would she be covered with tubes in a coma, or awake? The smell of disinfectant and bleach greeted me as we walked farther down the white corridor. My heart was hammering in my chest with every door we passed by until Katie came to a stop outside room 304.
“I’ve rang Lydia, and she’s on her way down. Your mother is inside with—”
Say no more. I groaned, pushing open the door and spotting my mother sitting by Sienna’s bedside. “Jackson.”
Sienna, smiled up at me. “Hey, baby.” She may have been smiling, but I could see the weariness in her eyes. She may be able to fool everyone else, but I have studied those beautiful green eyes so well.
“You told me to expect the worst!” I practically yelled at Mum as I gestured to Sienna who was sitting up in the single bed, staring at me in confusion. “You made it sound like she was dead on the goddamn phone!”
Mum stood, shaking her head back at me. “I just needed you to come down here. You weren’t answering my calls.”
“When I did answer, you said things weren’t good.” I pointed out, running a hand through my hair with an exasperated groan. “Please, leave. I need a minute without you watching us like a hawk.”
She mumbled something incoherent about coffee, and as soon as the bedroom door closed, I was walking over to my girlfriend, cupping my hands around her face and engulfing her in a passionate kiss. My tongue swept over hers, kissing her for dear life. It was only when I heard a low cough behind us that I realised we weren’t alone.
Sienna’s cheeks were on fire as she refused to make eye contact. “Jackson, this is Dr Hale. He’s about to discharge me.”
I stood up straight, sizing the doctor up and down before offering my hand to shake. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. We’ve all heard plenty about you.” He smiled back, but I could tell he was eyeing me the same way. I had nothing to worry about. He was short and could not pull off a suit if he tried. “I’ll cut to the chase, as Sienna would rather go home tonight than stay for observation.”
“I would rather be in my own bed,” she boldly stated.
“She has a concussion and a wound on her forehead that we have already stitched up. Most of the impact from the other car went into the side of the ambulance. She’s very lucky it wasn’t head on. Otherwise, we may not be sitting here having this discussion.”
“Jesus.” My eyes went down to her belly, and I frowned. “The baby?”
“Your son is happy and healthy. If there’s any bleeding, she should take a bed rest for the remainder of the week.”
I blew out a breath I did not know I was holding. Relief flooded me, then I recalled his first sentence. “Son?”
“Thanks. He didn’t want to know.”
Glad to see my girlfriend is still able to be sarcastic with a sizeable head wound.
“Way to ruin the surprise balloon reveal,” she continued.
I frowned, glaring at her. Balloon reveal? I did not want to know. “Be nice to the doctor.”
***
“Are you disappointed?” she asked once we were finally home again. She had asked me this eight times since her discharge. “You kept saying you wanted a daughter.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I looked over at her as I began to help her in our bed. “I’m very happy, more than happy, that we’re having a boy. I do have one thing I’m not happy about, though.” I pointed out.
“Oh?” She raised a brow, pulling her hair to the side. “That we didn’t get to eat tacos tonight and there’s no sex for you?”
“Your mouth still works I see,” I muttered, beginning to undress.
“Are you being serious? That’s what you’re unhappy about?”
I had to laugh. “No, not at all. I can wait until you’re feeling better.” I lay down beside her, placing my hand flat on her tummy. “I’d like you to go on maternity leave or maybe quit… whichever suits you best.”
“I’m not quitting.” Her voice was softer. “But I’ll go on leave. Today scared me. I didn’t see the car coming.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” I pointed out. She needed to know I was not blaming her. Far from it.
She sat back up, propping her head on the pillows. “I’m sorry I got you so worried.”
“Don’t be. I’ll always worry over you.” Always. “Now, don’t go sleeping on me. We've got some shopping to do.” I grinned, jumping on the bed beside her and firing up the laptop. “Now that I know we’re having a boy, we can get stuck in the nursery section.”
She laughed, and that was what we spent the next four hours doing until she drifted off to sleep.
EPILOGUE
4 MONTHS LATER.
My cock throbbed.
The hot water spilled down over my head, seeping into my shoulders and running down my back as I stood in the shower. I was unable to focus on anything but the familiar ache in my balls—the need for release.
It had been too long since I have had a good fuck, and just thinking about it could no longer cut it anymore. My dick needed some attention. I had tried putting it off, but as I closed my eyes and wrapped my hands around the base of my cock, it was too much to ignore.
I needed to come before I lose my fucking mind.
There she knelt before me. Her tongue slid across her upper lip, and her mouth opened just enough to take me. Her tongue flicked back and forth against the underside of my hard cock. It drove me wild.
The vibrations of my cock from her words drove me insane. She was making love to my dick, the same way I wanted to love her pussy. Slowly and lusciously, her mouth took me fully in. My head fell back instinctively, and my eyes closed.
“Fuck me,” I moaned, my shaft growing stiffer.
The pace was too teasing. My balls twitched, and she stopped. My eyes opened, and I asked her to continue. I didn’t beg, though. I never begged anyone for anything. Her green eyes widened, and they are teasing but still adoring as she pulled back and blew warm air on the tip of my cock.
I wasn’t a patient man. I throbbed harder. Her thumb drew circles around my swollen head glistening in pre-come. The teasing was almost too much. I needed to blow so hard. Her mouth fully engulfed around my cock, sucking me in, licking and moaning against my cock. Her hand was stroking faster, up and down. Faster and faster.
All I wanted to do besides come was to taste her, to fuck her… to eat and fuck.
Reaching down, my hands slid through her red hair, taking a firm handful as I begin to fuck her mouth. My hips rock back and forth as she sucks harder. Her eyes bore into mine. It was too much to handle, and I lost it.
Oh, fuck yes. I exploded with the build up from the week. Semen burst from my cock and coated the inside of her mouth. Her tongue stuck out, swirling around the head of my cock and taking every drop I had to give.
When my eyes opened, the sight before me began to stir my arousal once more: Sienna, on her knees, with my dick in her hand after sucking me off. “Baby.” My voice was husky. “Christ...”
My cock fell from her mouth as her wet hair fell down her back. Standing on her feet with me assisting her, she wickedly grinned, licking her wet, plump lips. “Better than the fantasy.”
I chuckled, nodding in agreement. Her burgeoning belly was pressing against my taut abdomen in our new, spacious open shower. I had told her the story again of how I jerked off in the shower, imagining she was there on her knees, and so my little minx wanted to do a bit of role-playing. When I came home from work, she was in a navy silk robe, naked beneath and soaking wet. How did I know she was wet? She had sent me a pussy picture thirty seconds before I walked through the door. Fuck
ing her was my only option after that.
I had dropped to my knees in an instant and devoured her pussy like a starved man needing one thing: her juices dripping down between her thighs. My dick was a very happy man—very happy as he was welcomed with spread out legs— and I plunged in deep. She would not let me come in her. I was not allowed to come at all until we took things to the shower.
Roaming my hands over her full breasts, I squeezed them with a growl. “Much better than any fantasy…” I slid my hands lower over her belly where I knelt and kissed, feeling strong kicks against my mouth. “I can’t wait to meet you.”
“Soon,” she replied and softly laughed as her hands ran through my hair. “I’m ready to have this baby.”
“You and me both.” I agreed. The big day could not come soon enough.
I made love to her once again back in the bed, on all fours from behind. It was the easiest position, and she got off quicker this way. The view from me was spectacular. Enjoying her ass immensely, I spanked her until her cheeks flushed pink.
Sleep consumed me until I was awoken hours later with a jolt. My nerves picked up, and an hour after that, we were on our way to the hospital. It was go time.
“Keep your dick away from me!” she hissed, squeezing my hand tighter. “I will castrate you in your sleep if you even try to make a move on me!”
I winced, not daring to tell her how much it was hurting me, considering she was pushing our chid out of a very tight space.
With a nod, I simply smiled. “Yes, dear.”
“Stop smiling, Jackson!” She groaned with tears in her eyes. “It hurts so bad.”
“I would take away all of the pain if I could.” I brought her hand to me, kissing it softly over and over. I would take all this pain for her. “I love you.”
Looking up, her eyes shining brighter from the tears, she smiled. “I love you, too.”
Our son was born three minutes later with a damn good set of lungs on him. I had not cried in front of that many people since I was probably brought into the world by my own mother. Cutting his cord, I sat back down as he was placed against her chest, naked and searching for her breast immediately. It was fascinating that he knew what to search for, what he wanted—food.
Sienna eased him on with the help of a midwife who had been with her the entire labour. I watched, feeling helpless but even more in love with her.
We were left alone to enjoy the feeling of newborn bliss. I stared at her, stroking my fingers through her damp fallen hair. Just watching the two of them made me happy. “Did you decide on a middle name?” I asked softly. I had left that to her, as he was taking my surname and we have decided the first one together. It was only fair for her to get the majority say on our child’s second name.
“I did.” She smiled back, turning her head into the comfort of my palm. Her eyes closed softly, opening a second later to gaze back into mine. “Hudson Colt.”
My brows raised in surprise. I did not expect that. “Really? You want to name him after our dog?”
“I know you miss him,” she whispered softly. “I can see it in your eyes when you come home. They’re searching for him, but then it sinks in he’s not here anymore.”
I nodded, my head dropping with a sad smile. She knew me well. “I’d like that very much.”
Some may think it was ridiculous to call our son after my dog, but when he died, I felt as if I had lost a piece of me too. He had been with me for so long. I did not see it coming. The day a car hit him, unimaginable pain struck through me as I watched him lay limp on the road. I felt as if I had lost a child. It was fucking devastating.
“I thought so, and it suits him.” She smiled back. His mouth fell from her breast, signalling he had passed out. “Would you like to hold your son, Daddy?” Sienna asked, her voice heavy with sleep.
“I’d love nothing more.” Adjusting myself on her bed, I reached over, taking our small baby wrapped in a light blue swaddle. “Try to get some rest, baby. You’ve earned it.” She well and truly earned some sleep.
“I don’t want to miss anything,” she whispered, her lids growing heavy. “We need to call family. I didn’t think we’d have him this soon.”
My mother and hers were both convinced she would go over. We both listened, not thinking that Sienna’s water was going to break a week before her due date. When she woke me at ten pm last night, I had given her a back rub, hoping it would help her sleep. Unbeknown to both of us, she was almost eight cm dilated and the cramping was full-blown labour. Her water broke on the way to the bathroom, and three hours later, we welcomed our son to the world.
I smirked to myself. I would bet on anything that I had fucked her into labour. Maybe swallowing my load in the shower had stirred up the contractions. Who knows? I was going with it though.
“It’s two am. They’ll be here first thing in the morning.” Leaning over, I kissed her forehead softly, watching as her eyes slowly close. She drifted off to sleep. “I love you more than anything.”
Sienna slept, and I lay there beside her with my son in my arms, fast asleep. He had dark hair, a small nose, and plump lips like his mother. My heart was on the verge of exploding when he had first come out. I couldn’t contain my emotions, unsure whether to laugh or cry. My mother talked about how it was going to feel having our own child, but I did not take in how my feelings would change.
Especially the way they had changed for Sienna. It had only been less than an hour.
The hours ticked by, gone unnoticed by me, as Hudson began to stir and Sienna woke. She took him, and I sat still, watching her feeding, feeling completely content and happy. That feeling faded when I heard my mother’s voice outside our room. I had text Dad and told him to keep her home until we were a bit more awake and for Sienna to at least be dressed. I groaned and went to calm her down.
TWO YEARS LATER
Sienna
“Jackson, is that you?” I sang out, putting the last of the plastic bowls in our dishwasher. I peered up just in time to see him walking over, a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. The scent of Chinese filled the room. “Oh, that smells good.” I was starving.
“Where is Hudson?” he asked, walking towards me. His waist hit mine as he pushed me back against the counter, placing the flowers to my side. “These are for you.”
“He’s in bed, asleep—” My words were brought to an instant stop as he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up and pushing me against the bench top. His mouth was against mine, kissing hard.
With our tongues entwined, my hands roamed over his broad shoulders as I pulled my legs up, locking him in. Moaning against his mouth, I groaned when he flexed against me. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured.
Fast forward five minutes of grinding and passionate kissing on the couch, I propped my leg up against the arm rest as he pulled his cock free of his black slacks. My dress have been pushed up around my waist and my panties have been thrown to the floor as I lay there in anticipation. His blue eyes stared down at me, gazing over my body, as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucked them, and then slipped them inside me. Only for a second until he was hovering over me and thrusted it in.
My hands slipped into the fabric of his boxers and grabbed his ass, pushing for him to be in deeper. His body tensed. “I’m trying not to come.” He groaned, slowing back down. “I don’t want to come in you.”
I turned my head aside, breaking the kiss. “What do you mean? Why not?” I bucked up, urging him to keep fucking me.
“Babies.” He pulled out completely, stroking his cock slowly. “You’re not on anything.”
“I want you to come in me.” I squirmed, reaching for him once more. I wanted another baby.
His eyes filled with lust and desire, and he moved back down. Raising a brow, he smirked. “Well, in that case.”
He spread my legs further, thrusting his hand between us and rubbing my clit, fucking me to orgasm. Shortly after I came, he joined me in baby-m
aking bliss.
Naked and sprawled out on the couch with a throw rug, my head was against his chest as we ate Chinese and watched Netflix. Being with him was still as perfect as when we began dating. Our son was the best part of us both. We still hadn’t married. There was never enough time to plan a wedding. I knew our mothers were urging for that to happen, and I would love to marry Jackson, but with work and Hudson, the wedding just had to be pushed aside.
I glanced up, kissing his strong jawline. “I think I’m going to finish at work for a bit soon.”
“Good.” He had not made it secret that he did not want me working just like with my pregnancy and the car accident. I had stopped working and only returned after Hudson had turned one. “I think you should finish up for a while… especially now that we’re going to get you knocked up again.” He smiled back down to me. “I didn’t think you wanted another baby this soon.”
I shrugged, knowing what he said was true. “I don’t know. He’s two and growing so fast. It would be nice for him to have another sibling sooner rather than later.”
He began to laugh, shaking his head as his knee nudged between mine to part my legs once more. “I was coming home to suggest another kid.”
“Ahh, hence the reason you brought roses and take-out. Smart man.”
His hand caressed my stomach, rubbing it… until it wandered down lower between my thighs. I moaned as his mouth neared my centre. “It’s going to be even nicer for me to put this baby inside of you.”
FOUR YEARS LATER
I looked around the classroom, watching my wife sitting on the small blue plastic chair as she drew with crayons. She was smiling and laughing, but beneath the smile, I knew she was doing her hardest to keep those tears at bay. She had cried all week about it.
“Babe…” I said once again, urging her to stand up and leave.
She shot me a look that said shut the eff up and leave me alone. “In a minute,” she said in a different tone, sweeter and calmer. Her eyes still looked pissed.
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