“You are going to have Danny’s baby.”
It was not a question; it was a statement of fact. Meghan nodded.
“Good, drink this.”
The cup smelled like death resided in it. “What is this?” she asked suspiciously.
“Don’t ask,” Marie advised. “Just hold your nose and drink it. Fast, like pulling a bandage off.”
Meghan did. The brackish tasting liquid seemed to cling to the sides of her throat and then her belly went warm and still. She felt better almost immediately. “Thank you.”
“Get some plain Seven Up and soda crackers, they help some. You got a doctor yet?’
Meghan shook her head. “I just found out. I haven’t had time…”
“You haven’t told him either, have you?’
Meghan shook her head. “I am going to.”
“You better. That boy is like my own son. Well, without the belly. My son is out there eating everything in the place. He hides cannoli in his jacket and thinks I don’t know, how can I not see a pastry sticking out of his pocket, huh?”
“I don’t know.” Meghan had the insane urge to laugh her head off but she thought better of it. “I feel better, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now get up and get fixed up and get back out there. I can’t have customers thinking I made you sick or something.”
“Yes ma’am,” Meghan said meekly.
She grimaced as she looked in the mirror, she was pale and her hair needed to be combed. She rinsed her mouth with mouthwash and brushed her hair before applying a touch of lipstick and going back to the table.
The sight of the heavy meal: baked ziti and salad coated liberally with olive oil and vinegar, ciabatta bread smeared with melted butter and roasted garlic made her feel sick all over again.
Just then Marie whisked up and plopped a plate filled with lightly steamed spring vegetables down in front of Meghan. “You try these,” she ordered, “tell me what you think.”
She was gone before Meghan could do anything more than flash her a grateful smile. The vegetables were incredible, delicately flavored and still crisp though tender. She finished them just as Marie brought a steaming bowl of split pea soup to her.
Sal asked, “So when is the baby due?” just as Meghan dipped her spoon into the thick soup.
“Baby…?” Danny asked.
“Ma don’t hand out that meal to anyone except expecting women.” Sal replied, calmly.
Meghan blinked a few times and tried to find words. Danny sat still, stricken equally mute.
“Baby…” Danny breathed and Meghan put her spoon down. Tears prickled her eyes and she wanted to just run. She was not sure how it had happened, she had been on the pill for years and it had never failed her. She peeked through her lashes at Danny’s stunned face, wondering if he would still want her or want the responsibility of a child.
“I just found out, I was going to…”
“Baby,” Danny repeated like a broken record. “I’m going to be a father?”
“If it has her red hair you can claim that Irish blood of yours finally,” Sal said through a mouthful of bread.
“I’m going to be a father!” Danny yelled and then he stood up, reached down and grabbed Meghan and dragged her to her feet. He enveloped her in a hug that almost cracked her spine and she put her hands out, spluttering, “I can’t breathe!” into his ear.
“Oh shit, sorry!” he let her go, then he grabbed her again and held her, a lot less tightly that time but he held her. He put his face in her hair as the other patrons began to clap and cheer.
“I got to call the real estate agent.” Danny said, “And we need to find out where the best schools are, we need a school guide, is there such a thing as a school guide?’
“Slow down,” Sal said cheerfully. “First she has to have the kid. Hey, what you really need is a godparent. Hey Ma, how about some cake over here to celebrate the baby!”
Marie shouted from the kitchen, “You don’t need cake!”
“I can have cake if I want it,” Sal grumbled.
Danny sat down, holding Meghan on his lap gently, as if she were a fragile piece of the most precious china. “We need to build a home,” he said. “A real home with a big backyard with plenty of room to play.”
“You are really okay with this?”
“Yes,” Danny replied, his face lit up. “I’m more than okay with it.”
“I’m so relieved,” she whispered in his ear. Her heart felt so full she wondered why it didn’t simply burst.
Walking out of the restaurant an hour later they were still laughing. They slid into the leather seats and Danny looked out the windows at the hordes of people out on the streets. It occurred to him just how far apart from people he had been until Meghan had come into his life, and just how much everything would have to change when the baby came. Joy filled him and so did a sudden wave of desire.
“Take your panties off,” he said so suddenly that Meghan stared at him, wondering if she had heard him correctly. “Do it, take them off.”
A glint of laughter showed in Meghan’s green eyes as she raised her hips off of the seat and slid the panties off. She held the tiny scrap of lace and silk in her hand, as if she were weighing them.
“Put them into your mouth.’
That did give her pause, “Do what?”
“Put your panties into your mouth.”
There was no doubt that it was an order. Meghan lifted the panties to her mouth and put them in, biting down to hold them in place.
“How gorgeous you look right now,” Danny said as he unbuttoned his slacks. “You look so fucking beautiful like that, the only time you are more beautiful is when you are gagged with my cock instead of your panties.”
Hunger exploded inside Meghan and she watched his hand stroke his shaft carelessly, almost negligently. “Come here,” he said. “I want you on top of me. I want to feel you riding my cock.”
Meghan moved to where he sat. She pulled her dress up over her head and put her knees on either side of him while he guided his hard length into her warm and willing folds. She slid down, feeling him penetrating her more fully as she did so.
“I love you,” Danny whispered suddenly, catching Meghan off guard. “I am going to love you for the rest of your life. I am going to love you so much you will forget the pain and suffering that you went through.”
The panties fell to the seat and Meghan began to move faster up and down on his hardness. “I love you too,” she whispered, “And I am going to do whatever it takes to love you even more.”
An orgasm roared closer and Danny grit his teeth and began to thrust up in order to get even more sensation. “This is our life,” he told her. “Ours, we make the rules and the first rule is to always protect each other. Now, come for me.”
With those words he bent his head to her nipples and gently bit down on one of the tight rosy peaks. Meghan shrieked in pain and then sobbed in pleasure, her pussy contracted and released over and over as she came. She twined her hands behind his head and he kissed her, plundering her mouth with his own.
The car came to an abrupt halt and they began to laugh, as she was nearly unseated.
“Sorry, traffic is terrible Mr. Sullivan,” the driver said over the intercom.
“That’s okay,” Danny said through his mirth.
“Will it always be like this?” Meghan asked as she pushed his black hair off of his forehead.
“No, “Danny replied. “It will only get better.” He kissed her again as the car moved forward, taking them toward the future.
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