Nora bustles into the room, shouting at her husband to get his buns over to the hospital because “Francine is ready to pop and he best go catch that baby.” I laugh at her antics despite my tears.
“Oh dear, what’s with the waterworks?” Nora grips my shoulders pulling me into a loving hug. Of course, that only makes my tears come faster. I’ve cried more tears in the last five months than I’ve cried in my entire life. Between a broken heart, loneliness, and pregnancy hormones, I’m a hot mess.
“I m…miss him,” I stammer.
She rubs calming circles over my back, helping me to slowly relax. Once I’ve caught my breath, she pulls away and cups my cheeks. The look of determination on her face is something I’ve seen a hundred times. I know she’s about to give me a dose of reality and I’m not going to like it.
“Dylan, call him. You can’t hide here forever. Hasn’t it been long enough? So what if he’s got a fiancée. He’s your baby’s father and should be here for you even if he is a cheating bastard.”
“Maybe,” I hedge.
“It’s your choice, but this,” her hands cup my belly gently, “should be his choice, too.”
I know she’s right. I initially hadn’t planned to keep silent. I had every intention of contacting Jackie as soon as I found a place to settle down, but the days slipped by and it became easier and easier to hide in my bubble.
“I’ll think about it. Promise. I better get going. My story time group will be at the library in ten minutes and you know how those little angels torture Olive if I’m not there on time.”
Nora laughs. “Yes, you best get.”
I give her a quick hug and take off towards the library.
The bitter cold air blasts straight through me the moment I step out of the comfortable warmth of the medical building. I pull my coat tighter around my body and bury my face up to my nose in my fluffy scarf. I don’t know that I’ll ever get use to wintertime in Maine, but the snow is gorgeous.
I had been on a few ski trips to Colorado with Jackie’s family over the years, but living in a snowy climate was completely different from vacationing in one. Thankfully, Abbot is a small town. I can walk anywhere I need to go, otherwise I’d be stuck at home all the time because I’m terrified to drive in the snow and ice.
I’m just outside the library when I feel eyes on me. This is a small town and when I first moved here, everyone stared at the newcomer. It’s not a new feeling, but it still makes me uncomfortable. A few people continue to whisper about my unwed mother status, but that is few and far between these days. I look around trying to pinpoint what’s causing the feeling, but see nothing out of the ordinary. I shrug it off and mentally prepare for the madness that is ten three and four year olds.
* * *
It’s dark by the time I leave work. Olive had an emergency and begged me to stay and close the library for her. I’m exhausted and my back is aching. When I see how heavily it’s snowing, I contemplate just sleeping on the couch in the reading nook instead of trudging home in this weather. The angry snarl of my belly reminds me that I skipped lunch—home it is.
I bundle up and push my way out into the weather. I’m a couple blocks away from my house when I feel eyes on me again. Weird. I glance around and once again come up empty. I suddenly feel vulnerable out here all alone and for the first time since I moved here, scared.
I pull out my phone and consider calling Nora, but I’m being ridiculous. Abbott is the safest town around. Even so, I pick up the pace, making it home in half the time.
My lungs are burning from the exertion and my sore feet are now screaming at me in my boots. I kick my boots off and wiggle my toes trying to get feeling back into them after the numbing cold. I’m about to take my coat off when there’s a knock at my door.
10
Jenson
I’m not ashamed to say that I watched Dylan today. The first time I laid my eyes on her, I wanted to run to her and scoop her up in my arms. I only stayed back out of fear of finding out she’s moved on from me. For the first time since she left, I actually considered that she could have a boyfriend here in this new life she forged for herself.
I followed her from her house to the medical building—worry over if she was sick almost had me barging into the office and demanding to see her, but I controlled myself. Just barely.
When she left there, I followed her to the library and that’s where I’ve been… waiting. Hours later, when she finally closes up shop and walks home, I have to control my rage when I realize she walks everywhere alone—even in the dark and during a damn blizzard.
Once she’s safely behind her door, I try to find a center of calm. I don’t want to fuck this up by snapping at her over her safety or lose control and reclaim her body with mine before we get a chance to talk. Right now, I’m toeing a fine line between anger and desire. I’m not sure which will win out.
One last deep breath and I raise my hand to knock. It’s now or never.
When the door opens, Dylan’s welcoming smile fades into a look of shock. She’s wearing her coat and her hair still sparkles with melting snowflakes. I can’t stop staring at her beautiful heart-shaped face. Sinful, plump lips that are perfect for sweet kisses and look fantastic wrapped around my thick cock. Her cheeks are pink from the cold and seem fuller somehow, but she’s still my Dylan.
Her big gray eyes are wide and reflect so much sadness my heart clenches in my chest. There’s no dancing laughter or sweet innocence shining through. It’s like that light has been snuffed out and something dark left in its place. It makes me want to wrap her in my arms and kiss away all the sadness. I’ll do anything to give her back everything that she lost.
“Can I come in?” I ask, breaking the silence.
Without a word she takes a step back. Her arms wrap tightly around her chest, making it clear she wants to keep her distance. That’s fine for now, we have things to discuss. I pull off my heavy coat and hang it on one of the empty hooks along the wall, then toe my boots off so as to not track water through her home. She watches each of my movements, completely frozen in place.
“How did you find me?” I almost miss her question she asks it so softly.
“Your phone.”
“But I haven’t used it since I left.”
“I know. I’d given up on using it to locate you, but Reg kept watch and two days ago you powered it on and he was able to trace it.”
Tears fill her eyes and she nods as she realizes her mistake.
“Why don’t we sit down and talk?” I keep my voice calm, afraid to freak her out. My showing up has obviously shocked her and she looks seconds away from fainting.
She makes a move to remove her coat, but stops herself before leading me to the small living room. Dylan sits in the only arm chair, avoiding any possibility that we would have to sit next to each other. I take my place on the sofa and again take in my girl.
God she’s beautiful. I feel like I’m seeing sunshine for the first time after nothing but perpetual night. I could sit and bask in this feeling forever, but that won’t fix anything and I have to fix this.
“Everything Emily told you was a lie,” I start, going straight to the point. “She’s a very sick woman and is obsessed with me. I’m not going to lie, I slept with her—once—back in high school. She somehow got it in her head that she’s in love with me.”
I give Dylan a minute to soak that in, before going on.
“I should have told you and I’ve spent every day regretting that I didn’t. That first night I had to leave you was because she was at the club raving on and on about how I fathered her baby. Reg called me to come help control the situation. I assure you that I’ve never been unfaithful to you.”
Tears are now steadily flowing down Dylan’s cheeks and she lets out an anguished sob. I can’t take the distance anymore. I close the small space between us, dropping to my knees in front of her chair so that I can at the very least hold her hands.
“I… she…” My girl is s
truggling; her sobs making it impossible to speak.
Fuck it.
I stand up and lift her into my arms before sitting with her in the chair. My ass has barely hit the cushion when she rips herself off my lap and is across the room, hugging her body tightly.
“Love, please…,” I plead with her as I move toward her. “Don’t push me away. I can’t stand this distance a second more. I’ve been slowly dying without you. Please, I love you so much, Dylan.”
Her hands move up to her face as she cries uncontrollably into her palms. The coat she was so tightly clinging to gapes open with the movement and I’m dumbstruck by what it reveals. I literally fall to my knees in front of her. I push the coat open, causing it to fall from her shaking shoulders. Her arms fall to her sides and she looks at me with horror.
“Jenson, I…”
My hands are on her belly. A soft bump meets my palms and I stare up at Dylan in awe. I swallow the boulder sized lump that’s taken up residence in my throat. I’m both desperate and terrified to ask the question. She must be able to see the turmoil because she answers before I get the chance to question her.
“He’s yours.”
He. A son. I’m going to be a daddy.
I should be pissed that she’s kept this from me for the last five months, but the only thing I can feel is happiness and gratitude. I quickly stand and pull her into my arms, absolutely loving the feel of her belly between us. I brush my lips over hers in a gentle caress.
“A baby?” I ask in wonder, still reeling from the news.
“Yes, a baby.” She smiles broadly for the first time since I walked back into her life. I vow to myself right then and there that I’ll do everything in my power to make her smile every day for the rest of my life.
11
Dylan
Is this really happening? Is Jenson really here? Holding me in his arms like I’m something precious?
It’s like every single dream I’ve had since I left five months ago come true. I can hardly believe it. And it’s all because in a moment of weakness, I turned on my phone while debating about calling him to tell him about the baby. The guilt from him missing any more milestones from this pregnancy almost too much for me to bear.
I had his number up on my screen. With one tap of my fingertip, the call would have connected, but fear choked down my desire to tell him. The words turned to ash in my mouth and I immediately turned the phone back off and shoved it into the back of the drawer again.
Now that the initial panic of seeing him on my doorstep has eased, I’m starting to feel hope. Hope is dangerous though. I had hope once before and look how it turned out. Fear is edging in and making me doubt him again.
Can I truly believe everything he says?
I want to. God, I want to.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I’ve missed something Jenson said. Maybe several somethings from the worried expression on his face. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
He cups my face in his warm palms, the heat seeping into my skin and spreading warmth throughout my whole body. My heart pounds in my chest and for the first time in forever, I feel alive.
“Are you okay, love?”
My heart surges in my chest, taking flight like a hummingbird’s wings at that endearment. Love.
“Yeah, sorry. I’m fine. It’s been a long day and I’m just tired.”
Jenson acts immediately. He’s got me sat on the sofa with my feet propped up on his lap and his strong fingers start gently massaging my aching feet.
“Mmm… oh God… so good.” I gasp and moan as I melt into the cushions to soak up all the sensations.
His focus switches to my other foot and I find myself squirming at the pleasure. My nipples have pebbled beneath my sweater and my panties are wet. It’s been so long since my body has been touched with any kind of affection. I’m just realizing now how badly I’ve been craving closeness. Even this innocent foot massage has my body yearning for more.
Jenson shifts under my legs and tries to bite back his groan, but I catch the breathy sound and revel in it. I adjust my position until I can feel the rock-hard line of his cock under my legs. He’s so big and thick. I need him deep inside me. Now.
He releases my foot. Those piercing blue eyes of his are studying me. I’m not sure what he sees or what he’s looking for, but when I rub my foot up and over his cock he moans and pushes up into the gentle pressure.
“What are you doing?”
I can feel my cheeks heat. I was feeling brave in my arousal, but now I’m doubting myself. What if he doesn’t want me? My body isn’t the same as it was the last time he saw it. My breasts have grown an entire cup size and my once small light pink nipples are large disks that have darkened into a deep shade of pink. Not to mention my stomach—I’ve not gained as much weight as Dr. Hastings would like, but stretchmarks still mar my skin.
“Stop it.” I jump at the abruptness of his tone.
“But, Jenson, you don’t understand. My body is…” I don’t get the chance to finish because he speaks over me and in my face.
“Your body is fucking perfect. You’re carrying my baby. You’re round with the proof of our love. Your breasts are full in preparation to feed our child. Your hips are curved so that you can safely bring our baby into this world.” He’s kissing each part of my body as he sings its praises. “And there is absolutely nothing that I don’t love about you, Dylan.”
My heart soars at his words and my body tingles in response to his touch. His lips and hands roam from the tips of my toes up the length of my body until he’s hovering over me, his lips a hairsbreadth away from mine. I love how small he makes me feel, especially now that I feel so huge. I close the small distance between our lips and swipe my tongue across his plump bottom lip.
An animalistic groan releases from deep in Jenson’s chest and the next thing I know he’s moved us until I’m sitting astride him with his fingers tangled in my hair as he devours my mouth. His tongue twists and twirls around mine. Our teeth gnash together as we lose control. His hands lift my sweater over my head revealing my embarrassingly plain white cotton bra. I blush profusely when he unsnaps the front clasp and pushes it from my body.
“Damn, these tits are even better than I remember.”
His mouth circles one of my nipples and sucks the tender peak. My pussy floods with wetness and I swear I could come right now from just this simple touch. I didn’t realize just how sensitive to stimulation my breasts had become. This is amazing. Bordering on earth-shattering even.
Jenson releases my nipple with an audible pop before turning his attention to the other. My head falls back and I weave my fingers through his hair, holding him to my chest. Each pull of his lips sends another pleasure pain of need to my core. I rock my hips against his length and my eyes practically roll up into my head when the pressure hits the perfect spot.
“Fuck. Shit. Oh, so good.” I chant while Jenson tortures my breasts, switching back and forth until I’m shaking from need.
I yank on his hair, tugging him from my nipple. He looks at me with lazy, lust-filled eyes. His lips slightly swollen and wet from sucking at my breasts. “What’s wrong, my dirty girl?”
Goose bumps prick my skin and my pussy clenches at the use of his favorite pet name for me. “I need you.”
He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. “What do you need?”
I know he’s going to make me say it. He loves when I talk dirty to him. It turns him on to hear naughty things come from my ‘innocent’ lips.
“Fuck me, Jenson. I need your big, fat cock buried in my pussy. I need you to stretch me wide and make me yours again.” The words fall from my lips. I roll my hips, getting as much friction as I can from rubbing against his cock. I can feel how soaked I am. I’m drenched straight through my panties and leggings. A fact he confirms when his fingers slip between us and tap lightly over my clit. Shivers of pleasure wrack my body.
“Your wish is my command.” He crushes his lips t
o mine and literally steals my breath. I don’t even register the fact that he’s standing with me cradled in his arms until he settles me down onto my mattress. The cool duvet is almost icy against my overheated skin.
There’s no time to worry about that because Jenson is slowly kissing his way down my belly, pausing to kiss every inch of the distended skin. Satisfied he’s not left an inch free from his loving, he tugs my leggings and panties off in one quick motion.
“Christ, look at that pretty pink pussy.” The husky desire in his voice has my worry melting away. “You’re positively drenched for me.”
His tongue swipes through my slit from my dripping entrance up and around my clit. Over and over his tongue circles both my clit and my opening, but never gives me exactly what I want. My hips are rocking up into his mouth and my breathing is labored. Even without direct stimulation, I’m skating the edge of release. One lick or suck on my clit and I’ll fly.
“Jenson… please!” I cry out when his tongue edges ever closer to my oversensitive and under stimulated clit.
Just when I think he’s going to keep up the torture, two of his thick fingers plunge deep into my pussy. At the same time, his lips circle my clit while his tongue lashes it over and over again. My entire body seizes in rapture. All my muscles stiffen and I lose control, screaming my orgasm so loud I’m sure the neighbors can hear me.
Jenson’s fingers slow to a lazy pace and his tongue gently laps at my swollen clit as he works me back down from the life changing orgasm he just tore from my body.
“Damn. I didn’t think you could taste any sweeter, but you do.” His tongue laps at my opening, gathering more of my wetness. “I can’t fucking get enough.”
He’s killing me. His hands. His mouth. His dirty, sweet words. I’m going to die from sensation overload.
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