by Hazel Parker
Of course Trevor was on the other side of the door instead of far away.
“Yes,” she said, reaching forward to set the tests on the counter with her pants still around her ankles before wiping and pulling them up. “Now go away.”
She heard him grumble on the other side of the door but, thankfully, heard some footsteps.
The first two tests were supposed to show results in three minutes and the other one in two minutes. She busied herself with washing her hands and combing through her hair. Her hair looked good. She definitely seemed to have a glow about her.
Trevor interrupted her primping with a knock on the door. “Ally.”
She sighed but opened the door a crack. “Yes, Trevor?”
“Did you go?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I couldn’t because I knew you were on the other side of the door, hovering.”
He looked past her head to the counter and froze. She looked over her shoulder and froze too.
They were all positive.
He fell to his knees in front of her, smoothing a hand over her still flat stomach. “You’re pregnant.”
Oh, god. She was. She was having his baby.
“I am. I’m pregnant.”
He put his ear to her stomach, and she would’ve laughed if she wasn’t starting to panic. How the hell was she going to be a mom?
She needed to know. “Are you happy?”
He nodded. She wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking about Emma? What if he didn’t want to have kids?
She sniffed and he looked up, shocked to see the tears on her cheek.
“Alissa, why are you crying?
“I can’t do this. I don’t want to mess this up. What if I can’t take care of this child? I can barely take care of myself. I can’t be a mom,” she said just on the edge of freaking out.
Trevor stood, engulfing her in his body. She inhaled his scent, relaxing, though she still felt on the verge of losing it.
“Trevor,” she started, the safety of his arms urging her to admit to her insecurities. “I don’t want to do this wrong.”
“Ally, you can’t do this wrong.”
That was a lie, and she knew it. She could definitely mess up big time and, in the process, mess up a person.
“You can’t do this wrong. You have me, and I trust your instincts. You may not always think you’re on the right track, but you are.”
She shook her head no and he pulled back enough to see into her eyes.
“You left your ex because you knew you weren’t interested. You made the choice to leave instead of staying somewhere you didn’t want to be. You don’t let ignorance prevent you from learning. You’re funny, and you know how to have a good time. If our child turns out to be even half of the person I know you are, then he or she will be perfect.”
Her eyes watered and she nodded, pulling him into a hug. “Okay.”
He tucked her head under his chin and squeezed her tight. “I was meant to find you that day, you know that? Of all the places you could have been, you ended up on my mountain. This pregnancy is unexpected, but it’s good news. A blessing. Just like you. Just like that storm. We both needed to find true love, and now we have it. I promise, I’m not letting it go.”
She stood on her tiptoes to kiss Trevor. “You’re such a charmer.”
He chuckled and swung her into his arms. “Only for you.”
“Is that right?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“You know it is. Let me show you,” he growled, taking her back to bed.
Chapter 14
Seven months later, Trevor rolled over to kiss Alissa’s bulging belly. He kissed it and talked to his daughter every morning.
“Good morning, Sweet Baby Jane,” he cooed. “Were you good to Mommy last night?”
Alissa groaned and rolled over.
“If by good you mean kicking my bladder instead of my spine, then yes.” She stretched and reached over for the hand he kept draped around her waist. “Help me to the bathroom.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The start of the day was routine, breakfast and helping Ally into her shoes. They worked side by side in silence outside.
Everything about her was beautiful. Her body was nothing like the lithe body he’d fallen in love with. Her curves, baby bump and all, and her bigger breasts were so erotic to him. He was aching for her all the time.
Her hair danced in the soft breeze while she worked in the garden, planting flowers she said would be pretty in the summer time. He, on the other hand, was building a crib in his workshop. He could see her on all fours from where he sat, and he was aching to fuck her from behind.
Damn it. He really should start reining it in, but she made it so difficult.
The crib was beautiful and hand-crafted with small designs of zoo animals and her initials in the center: J H. He couldn’t wait to make Alissa a Harrington as well. She hadn’t mentioned marriage, but Trevor knew it would happen sooner or later. He sanded the last piece of the crib before putting it into place and smiling down on the almost finished baby bed with a boner. He needed to get to his soon-to-be-wife.
Trevor was beside her in seconds, and he bent over to kiss the top of her head. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She huffed and pushed stray strands behind her ears. “Is that right?”
“Mhm,” he said, bending down to kiss her neck and arms.
She huffed again. “You’re a liar, Trevor Harrington.”
“Nu-uh.”
This time he kissed her lips and cradled her body until she was settled onto the soft grass. He pulled her shirt over her head, baring her breasts to the sunlight, and moaned. Large and round, with pointed nipples ready for sucking. He cupped one, loving its firmness and licked it, sucking just hard enough not to hurt her. Her nipples were so sensitive he only had to rub his knuckles across the buds to bring her pleasure. He pulled down her pants, kissing the revealed skin as he stripped her and kissed her mound. Soon she was bare, the swell of new life growing in her on display and a swollen pussy wet with need.
Alissa was his girl. Even if his ring wasn’t on her finger yet, the bump on her stomach did a good job of proclaiming that fact.
Her skin was glowing. Pregnancy was doing her body so good. He hungered for her. So round and full of the life he’d helped to make.
Settling behind her, he reached around to pinch her nipples. Now, sex was very different. Mostly through spooning or sometimes her on top, and he hated that he couldn’t see her face when she exploded, but, knowing the reason why, he settled for pleasuring her while she held his hand to keep in touch and maintain the feeling of intimacy.
She moaned loudly as he slid along the crack of her ass, past her asshole and pressing into her delicious heat. She had always been wet and willing, but pregnant, she was off-the-wall amazing. Throughout the past months, she had become more uninhibited, confiding her secret fantasies, taking control and commanding sexual gratification. Trevor loved it all. He loved when she woke him from sleep, stroking his cock through his boxers, breathing in his ear, “I need you.” Or when she stripped naked and spread her legs in the middle of the day, demanding he pleasure her.
Her voice airy, she whispered, “Trevor, give it to me.”
His thrust into her, going as deep inside her as he could. He found she was wetter when pregnant, so much easier to accommodate him and tighter than before. He pulled out and slid into her again, caressing her in all the right places, gently, not wanting to jolt the life inside her.
Her hand tightened in his. “Trevor.”
She was trembling, and he was holding his breath, reminding himself to fuck her slow.
In and out, stretching her wide and, despite the pace, bringing her to the brink of orgasm quickly. He let go of her hand to find her clit, not surprised to find her other hand already there, increasing the pleasure brought about by his cock until she shattered.
Her cry was sharp and loud, like she was in pai
n, but Trevor knew better from the clenching of her cunt. He continued pumping into her, not caring about the hard ground or the tickling of the grass, and eventually feeling the familiar prickle of his own impending release. He lifted one of her legs, giving him leverage so he could get even deeper into her pussy, and then he came.
It was strange for him to come so much and, naturally, considering he’d struggled to come inside a woman, now that he did it so regularly, he really loved it.
Sated and breathing hard, she laid on her side, panting and smiling. Trevor looked down at her with a smile before helping her to stand. He was pleased to see his cum stream down her legs. He wanted to fill her again. She caught the look of lust on his face and shook her head.
“You’re insatiable.”
She rolled her eyes as Trevor pulled her into his arms, her back pressed to his front.
“I can’t help it. My wife playing in the dirt is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I find so many questionable things in that statement,” she said, looking over her shoulder.
Trevor chuckled as he carried her into the cabin and set her down onto the bathroom bench and handing her a towel to wipe up. “Is that right?”
“Yes, that is correct, Trev,” she said, placing her hands on her stomach as she always did, protecting her bulging abdomen and not caring about her nakedness.
He stood, not caring he was in the nude either, wiped himself up and took her to the living room couch and grabbed something from the kitchen drawer.
“Well, let me rectify that,” he said, lowering himself onto one knee.
She gasped and covered her mouth with one hand.
“Alissa Fontanne, you drive me crazy. You came into my life in the most unexpected way, and I could never regret that. I love you so much it hurts. You brought me back to life when I was dead inside, and I’m so blessed you’re giving me another chance to love a daughter and raise a beautiful young woman in this world. I can’t do that without you by my side, as my wife. Marry me.”
Tears streamed down her face as she nodded her head.
He grinned. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” she answered, garbled and choked.
Trevor slid the ring onto her finger then placed a feather-light kiss on her knuckle.
“I would stand, but I’m too fat and I can’t get off this couch without help,” she sobbed before jumping. “Ouch!”
“What’s wrong?” Trevor said still on his knees.
“I—” Then water gushed between her legs. Her eyes widened. “Oh shit my water just broke.”
Trevor was prepared. He made himself crazy with a baby plan and alternate scenarios. He helped her stand. While she went to grab the packed hospital bag, he grabbed the clothes from outside, hopping into his clothes as he returned and went into the bedroom to help Alissa into her shoes and jacket.
Then, in less than fifteen minutes, as they’d practiced, they were in the truck, rushing to the hospital and in labor.
It was a small town hospital, but there was a midwife in the room so that was reassuring. And, for the second time in his life, Trevor witnessed the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in the universe. Childbirth. Labor was long. Alissa was sweaty, her face red and frustrated as each push seemed to do nothing.
“Your child is as stubborn as you are!”
She had been yelling things like that for the past hour. It was true. It was clear Jane was coming into the world when she was ready, not on anyone else’s schedule. Quite like Emma had before. He smiled, rubbing more ice chips on her forehead.
“You’re right and you love me for it.”
“Okay, now push,” the midwife instructed.
Once again, Alissa pushed, willing her body to put all its strength between her legs and, finally, a pale bundle with slick black hair came into the world.
The day had been long, but now everyone’s exhaustion seemed to have dissipated.
Alissa accepted her baby from the midwife, awed into silence as she traced over the crying bundle. “She’s perfect.”
Trevor couldn’t agree more. Then he tilted his head to the side.
“Not a she,” he said, noting the small parts in between his legs.
“What?”
The midwife confirmed. “Yup. It’s a boy.”
Alissa didn’t care. She was just overjoyed to have a happy baby with ten fingers and ten toes.
“How did that happen?” Trevor turned to the midwife, needing answers.
“I know it is surprising but it happens. The ultrasound technicians can only see so much.”
Alissa looked to Trevor as they took the baby to be cleaned and weighed.
“We don’t have a name.” She looked alarmed. “He needs a name!”
Trevor hadn’t thought of boy names.
“What do you think about a junior?”
“I think it’s the easy way out,” he said, laughing.
“Or it’s the perfect name to give your son.”
His son.
It was almost too hard to conceive. Was he ready to be a father to a son? Was he worthy of someone taking his name?
Alissa grabbed his hand and pulled him from his thoughts. “Hey.”
He turned his head to see her face.
“You’re the best man I know and the greatest future husband I could have. Our son will be lucky to have you as his father. He’ll grow up to be amazing if he’s anything like you.”
Trevor nodded. He really wasn’t sure he believed her entirely, but he was willing to try. He wanted to be the man his son deserved.
“All right,” she said, accepting the newly swaddled boy into her arms. “Say hello to your dad, Trevor Harrington Junior.”
Trevor took the baby into his trembling arms and caressed the cheeks of the baby’s face.
“Hi,” he whispered as he kissed his forehead.
*****
Two months later, Trevor settled his son into his car seat.
Alissa, still a little tired and cranky from constantly breastfeeding and not sleeping but content in their new reality, buckled into in the passenger seat. “So where are we going, babe?”
“You’ll see.”
A soft smile played on his lips as he drove and Alissa fell asleep beside him.
“Honey.”
He shook Alissa lightly, waking her.
She yawned and opened her eyes, seeing they were in an empty parking lot in front of a vacant building. “Where are we?”
He waited to answer as she was still taking the visual in. They sat in front of a brick building, empty, but without a for sale sign. It looked older but built well, clean, with a small awning to protect customers from rain.
“What do you think this is?” Trevor watched her eyes rove the building trying to piece together answer.
“It’s a restaurant or a bar? It’s some kind of business.”
“Actually, it’s whatever we want it to be.”
She turned to him, confused and adorable.
“I know you think I live in the woods penniless and running from life, but only half of that is true,” he smiled. “I was running away from life, but I am not penniless. My parents had left me a good little inheritance and I had planned to live off it comfortably in the woods for the rest of my life. But then came you and I’m no longer alone. I have a family now to think about, and I feel it’s my duty to take care of you and make sure I can provide. I’m don’t want to give up our home in the mountains because I love it up there, but I want to know what you think about if I were to open up a business and hire a manager to run it. At the very least, we will have some more income for emergencies and future tuition for college.
Alissa leaned over and kissed him. “You’re the best; you know that?”
Chapter 15
Her wedding day. She’d never thought she’d see the day and be excited about it.
One year later, but better late than never. She didn’t mind the time gap as much as Trevor did. In her
mind, she had time to shed some of the baby weight and adjust to being a mom. In his mind, it was just time when she didn’t have his last name. Still, he’d needed the extra time too. The restaurant was more successful than either one of them could have imagined. Who knew mountain men were in fashion? The Mountain Man, as the restaurant was called, had a great rustic feel with a solid menu of feel good food and people loved it. Maybe it was the occasional sighting of her sexy mountain man, or the ice cold beer, but it was a hit in their small town.
Alissa stepped into the pooled material of her dress on the ground before pulling it up, grimacing as she shimmied a little to get it passed her still-too-thick waist.
“I’m fat.”
“You are not,” her mother said, pulling Alissa’s hair over one shoulder so she could do all the small buttons down the back.
“How long did it take you to lose all the baby weight?”
“It’s different for everyone,” she said, regal in her answer that answered nothing.
Alissa huffed, somehow still childish whenever she was in her mother’s presence then frowned at them in the mirror. “I wish it would just disappear. It seems my hips are determined to stay this way.”
“So?” Finished buttoning, her mother combed through Alissa’s hair. “Does any of that matter anyway? Trevor is head over heels in love with you. He’ll love you no matter how your body changes.”
It was true. Her soon-to-be husband had a high sex drive, and it hadn’t changed when she got pregnant or when she gained weight. He almost died the 8 weeks from when Jr. was born to when she was ready to have sex again. She felt a little bad for him.
“You do realize how lucky you are to be with a man like that.” Her mother’s fingers moved with years of muscle memory, pulling small pieces of hair up and pinning them into place as she talked. “I remember my wedding. I wasn’t nervous at all. I sat in the back, bored out of my mind. It was a huge affair and more of a show for everyone else than it was of the love your father and I had for each other. I felt so disappointed afterward, but at the time, I thought I was being smart. When I was a girl, I was a hopeless romantic, dreaming of all the ways I’d get swept off my feet, but somewhere along the way, I let practicality win and settled for a loveless marriage.”