Freedom

by Beth Maria

  “Can you just fuck me already?” Chloe says, growing impatient when I make no move.

  “Princess, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to make love to you,” I tell her, giving her a kiss so she can’t disagree with me.

  I oh-so-slowly run my hand down her body until I reach her pussy. Opening her sweet folds, I run my index finger along her clit, causing a shudder to rack through her body. It’s sensitive, judging by the way that her body bucks. Pushing two fingers deep inside her, her walls tighten around my fingers, squeezing them to death.

  “Jesus, you’re so wet. Always so wet…”

  Her only reply is a moan of pure satisfaction. Her hips lift up to meet the thrust of my fingers, allowing me to go in deeper. She feels so good wrapped tightly around my fingers, her juices coating my fingers. I’ll never get enough of pleasuring her, hearing her sweet little moans, and watching the pure pleasure plastered on her face.

  I thrust faster, feeling the beginning of her orgasm. I start rubbing my thumb over her sensitive nub, bringing her over the brink. Her orgasm hits her hard and fast, her walls a vice like grip on my fingers.

  “Oh God, Jake!” Chloe screams.

  I remove my fingers and align our bodies. Before she has time to recover, I enter her slowly. When I’m all the way in, I stay still, letting her body adjust to my entrance. Her plump lips are calling to me, begging to be kissed. I give in to temptation, my tongue starting a slow dance with hers. I move my hips in time with our tongues, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. We make love for the first time, slow and deep. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

  I stare deep into her eyes, committing every little detail to memory.

  “Harder, Jake,” Chloe pants clawing at my back. I welcome the pain. In fact, it turns me on even more.

  I give her exactly what she wants. It’s not long before I can feel myself slipping over the edge of pleasure. “Chloe, baby, I need you to cum. I can’t hold off much longer.” That’s all it takes to tip her over the edge. Her walls tighten around my pulsing cock, milking me for every last drop. Collapsing on top of her, all I can hear is our loud panting. I move so that I’m lying next to her, and so that I don’t crush her tiny frame, both of us just staring at each other. We’re both too out of breath to speak right now, but words aren’t needed. We both realize what we just shared was more than sex. It was pure love making, and I couldn’t think of a more perfect time to do it than right after finding out that the love of my life is carrying my unborn child.

  We stay like this for a long time, until I just have to say something. “Thank you, Chloe,”

  “For what?” She looks at me in confusion. It’s so cute seeing her nose scrunched up.

  I poke her nose, causing her to unscrunch it. “For giving me another chance. I won’t let you down this time, I promise,”

  “You better not, Jake. You have one chance. You mess up, I’m done. I have our baby to think about now, and he or she needs a father who can give her one hundred percent, not just half of him.”

  “That will never happen.” I shake my head adamantly. Just thinking about leaving them makes me sick to my stomach.

  “Jake, you say that now, but what happens in a few years, when you have a young child screaming, me shouting at you because I’m stressed, and you feel trapped? You might go out and find someone else to give you company, someone who won’t shout at you, boss you around, and be grumpy with you. So you can’t say that will never happen because you just don’t know. All I’m saying is that if you’re in this, then you need to give it your best shot. I know you’re young, but I don’t want you to resent me when you’re older. That will be the reason why you find comfort in somebody else.” The whole time she was saying that, she was swirling patterns on my chest, not once making eye contact with me. Does she really believe that I would do that to her? I guess I haven’t given her much proof in the past.

  “Chloe, Princess, look at me please.” Tilting her face up, she finally looks at me, her eyes having lost that spark that was there not even five minutes ago from our love making. “I know I haven’t given you any reason to trust me, and I know exactly what I’ve done in the past. Trust me- I will never forgive myself for that, but we can’t move forward if we keep living in the past. We need to somehow let go of that and focus on the future- me, you, and our unborn child. Yes, you’re right, though. I can’t predict the future. We may not work out, but I will try my damn hardest to make sure we do, because I can’t imagine living my life without you in it. I will never ever forget about our child. Our child will always be put first and will be loved unconditionally. You will never need to worry about that.”

  “I hope not. It would break my heart,” Chloe tells me, her insecurities shining through. She may act like she’s tough around people, but she’s not. God, she’s really not at all. She’s vulnerable and insecure, always worrying about what people think. I want to change that, starting off with trying to prove to her that my love for her will never change, that our love is an ever-lasting kind of love.

  Chloe yawns, reminding me that she should be resting. I’ve obviously tired her out. “Baby, get some sleep. We’ll talk more later.”

  Trying to keep her eyes open, she doesn’t fight me when she replies, “Okay,” before closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

  I just lie there staring at her and thinking how wonderful she really is. After everything she’s been through, she’s still here, and now she’s carrying my child. I know she isn’t going to get over the abortion and drugs by herself, and I vow to be there to help her every step of the way. Now that I’ve finally gotten her back, I am never letting her go again. I’m not making the mistake of letting the best thing to ever happen to me go again. I can’t wait to see what our future together holds and to see her grow with my child.

  Chapter 16

  3 months later – Chloe

  It’s been three months since I was in the hospital and was told that I was pregnant. Since I told Jake about our news, resulting in us becoming a couple again, I haven’t been happier. Don’t get me wrong; we still have our arguments, usually over me resting when I just want to be active, but they are far and few between. He’s really stepped up to the plate. That’s not to say that I don’t have days where I get worried that he’s getting bored with me, because I do, and I’m sure that I’m going to be insecure about that for a very long time. It’s going to take me a while to believe that he’s here for the long haul. As soon as I voice my thoughts, Jake pulls me into a hug and tells me to stop being so silly, that he’s just tired. Since he found out that we are having a baby, he’s been working his ass off, and not just at college. He also got himself a full time job. I’ve hardly seen him this past month because he’s been working so much. He got a job working with Jesse, as a way to make some extra cash before he gets his degree in business, which he should be getting in a few days. He’s supposed to do another year at college, but with a baby on the way, he’s having to take it online so that he can still work during the day. I told him that we will be okay, that he can still go to college, and I will work in the evenings when he’s home. He wouldn’t have any of it though, telling me that the man should go to work. I think he just wants to prove to me that he can be responsible and not let me and the baby down. If I had to work, though, I would never think that of him. I know that he needs to get his degree if he doesn’t want to be stuck in dead end job, and I support him one hundred percent. I just wish he would stop being stubborn.

  I’ve decided to take my classes for the next few years online too. There is no way that I would be able to attend college with a baby. I’m okay with that though. Raising my child is more important to me than attending college every day, when I can do it all online now.

  When Jake and I decided to tell our parents, at first they were shocked. We knew that would be their reaction; they didn’t even know about us, but why would they? When we explained that we’ve always loved each other, they were a little
more supportive. Even though they didn’t voice it, I know deep down they all think that we are too young. We may be, but does that mean that we wouldn’t be as good of parents as someone who is older? No, it doesn’t. We just have to prove harder that we can do this, and I will prove it until I take my last breath. My mother was happy and pulled me into a bone crushing hug, congratulating me and feeling my small bump that has taken residence on my tummy. Then she gave Jake the talk, stepping into my father’s shoes, letting him know that if he hurts me or her grandchild, she will hunt him down. Jake promised her that he wouldn’t, the whole time looking a little scared. He’s never seen this side of my mother before – the protective mother bear side. I guess it shocked him. I just couldn’t help but laugh at the whole scene, my big tough boyfriend scared of my mother.

  Jake’s parents’ acceptance shocked me a little bit, especially when Theresa pulled me into a hug, whispering in my ear that if Jake pulls a stunt like last time to let her know and she will sort him out. Tim said exactly the same thing… When I looked over toward Jake with a confused expression, he quickly looked away with a guilty look on his face. I later found out that he had told his parents that we used to sleep together but that he called it off with me. No wonder they were so shocked when they found out that we were back together. They probably thought their son was going to decide to abandon me again, thus abandoning his baby. I don’t think he would ever do that, but I guess you just don’t know what the future holds. I’d like to think he wouldn’t this time though…

  Today is my nineteenth birthday, August third. I’m one of the youngest in my class, having been born in August. Maisie turned nineteen two months ago, not that we saw much of her because damn Jesse, the romantic bastard, took her away for the weekend.

  Getting back to the fact that it’s my birthday- I’ve told everyone that I don’t want to do anything big. I just want to go out for a meal with my close friends and family. They are all I need. I don’t need to go away, and I don’t need a big surprise party. I just want a small get together with the people closest to me.

  So that’s what I’m doing now, getting ready to go out for a meal at my favorite bistro a few blocks away. It’s the bistro that Jake took me to after we went ice-skating. Ever since I first went there, nowhere else has even compared to it, and since I became pregnant, I’m constantly craving their pizzas. The juiciness of the meat, the crunchiness of the crust and the cold coke from the tap – heaven!

  Glancing at the clock, I see that I have a few minutes before Jake picks me up at five o’clock. I do some finishing touches to my make-up, and then stand back to look at myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a navy blue maxi dress with my white sandals. The weather is hot this time of year, even at night, and now that I’m six months pregnant, I’m like a human radiator. I’m constantly over heating. If it was acceptable to walk around naked, I totally would, alas it’s frowned upon. I’ll just have to keep doing that in the confines of my dorm room, not that I’ll be able to do that much longer. I have to move out by the end of the month, and I have nowhere to live yet. Jesse said that I could stay at his until I find a place to live, but I would have to sleep on the sofa. That doesn’t bother me, but I just don’t want to be a burden. I’m sure I will find something soon, but everything is just so expensive!

  I place my hands on my stomach, feeling my little one kick against my hand as if they know that their mommy is there. It brings a smile to my face. We still don’t know the sex of the baby. When the OB-GYN asked us if we would like to know, we both shook our heads no. We want it to be a surprise.

  “Chloe, you ready, Princess?” Jake says, walking into my dorm room.

  My tummy still does somersaults whenever he calls me Princess. I don’t think that will ever change. “Yes. Let me just grab my purse.” As soon as I have it, we’re ready to leave.

  Holding hands, we walk out to his truck together. Jake helps me into his truck, like he’s been doing for the last few months. It’s like he thinks that because I’m carrying a little bit of extra weight that I can’t get into the truck by myself. These days, I just let him get on with it. It keeps his mind at rest.

  When I’m all settled, Jake goes around to his side of the truck and gets in, starting the engine. He turns to face me before we drive off, giving me his mega-watt smile.

  “You look beautiful, by the way,”

  “Thank you.” I finally take him in, trying not to drool at how hot he looks wearing his black jeans with a red t-shirt that is skin tight, hugging his muscles in all the right places. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I wink and laugh.

  The smile that graces his face tells me that he caught me checking him out. I just don’t care though. He’s mine; I’m allowed to check him out whenever the hell I want. He doesn’t say anything, just faces forward and starts driving.

  I don’t ask him where he’s taking me because I know that it’s the bistro. So when we turn in a completely different direction five minutes later, I’m confused. Did he change the plans without telling me? Please tell me that I’m not having a surprise party!

  “Erm, Jake, the restaurant is back that way,” I tell him, pointing my finger in the correct direction.

  “I know. We’re going there after we’ve been somewhere else first.”

  “And where is somewhere else?”

  “That, my Princess, is a surprise.” Not once does he look at me while he speaks. I huff and lean back into the seat. I know there isn’t any point in going on about it; he won’t tell me. I’ll just have to wait to find out. Damn you, Jake. You know how much I hate surprises.

  A few minutes later, we pull up outside a white two-story house. It’s cute looking, not big but not small. It has a picket fence, and there’s a swing on the porch over-looking the garden and the street ahead. From the look of it, it’s been well kept, if the flowers are anything to go by. It’s a lovely house. I’m not sure what we’re doing here though.

  When Jake makes no move to drive off or even get out of the truck, I turn toward him. “What are we doing here, Jake?”

  “Do you like it?” His head stays facing the house.

  “What, the house?” I ask more confused than ever.

  “Yeah, do you like it?” He finally turns to look at me, his face an unreadable mask.

  “Yes, it’s sweet, but what does it matter if I like it?”

  I watch as his face visibly relaxes before a small smile takes over his features. It does absolutely nothing to help my nerves. I’m getting more and more confused by the second. Why can’t someone just tell me what’s going on?

  “Welcome home, Princess.”

  My head snaps from Jake to the house and back to Jake again, the whole time my mouth hanging open. Home? Is he saying that this is my home? He can’t be.

  “W-w-what?” I whisper, my voice having run out on me.

  “This is our home now, if you want it to be that is?” Jake asks, his smile slipping a little bit with uncertainty.

  A sob erupts from my throat, my hand covering my mouth. Then the tears start, full blown tears.

  “You don’t like it, do you? Shit! I knew I should have brought you along with me so that you could have had a say. I just wanted to surprise you. We’ll choose somewhere else, together this time. Please don’t cry. I’m sorry,” Jake rambles, encasing me in his arms and gently rubbing my back.

  The way he’s acting causes me to laugh. I pull back, my hands covering his cheeks, and I look into his eyes so that he knows I’m serious. “Jake, these are happy tears. I love it, honestly. I’m crying because I’m so happy. I never thought that we’d have a house so soon. I thought I would have had to move back home to live with my mom until we sorted something out. You’ve just made me the happiest woman in the world, so please, stop worrying.”

  “Are you sure?” he double checks.

  “I’m definitely sure. Can we go look inside?” I’m practically bouncing in my seat in anticipation, now that the shock is starting to wear off
.

  “Come on then, excited girl,” Jake says, laughing at my enthusiasm. I quickly lean forward before he turns away and plant my lips on his soft plump ones. I show him through this kiss exactly how happy and thankful I am. Before he can get too carried away, I pull away with a sigh, carefully get out of the truck, and wait for Jake to compose himself and come meet me on the sidewalk.

  We walk up the path side by side. Jake puts the key into the door, and my excitement notches up another level. How long does it take to open the damn door?

  Eventually he gets it open then holds onto the door as I enter. I move into the hallway and just stare. It looks bigger from the inside than it does from the outside. It’s the perfect size for our little family. That’s when I notice that the walls are newly decorated, with pictures hanging up. My pictures- of Jake and I, some of my parents, Jake’s parents, and our group of friends; it brings the tears back to my eyes. When did he do all of this?

  Arms snake around my waist, landing on my bump. “I’ve decorated, but if you don’t like anything, then we will change it. I want you to feel like you have a say as well. I just wanted to get most of it done as time is running out before our little one will be arriving,” Jake’s deep voice rumbles in my ear, causing my body to tingle from head to toe.

  “Can I see the rest? I love it so far, and I’ve only seen the hallway.” Jake laughs quietly in my ear at my eagerness, spinning me around and taking hold of my hand.

  We walk through a door, entering what I’m guessing is the living room. I gasp as soon as I see how it’s decorated. It’s absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t have done better if I had tried. Those damn happy tears make themselves known again, stinging the corner of my eyes. I have a feeling I’m going to be like this in every room that we go in. My makeup is going to be ruined. Damn you again, Jake Peterson, for being a romantic bastard.