by Jamie Knight
I felt like my mouth was going to dry up, and didn’t know what to say. I was not sure how to respond to Steve, because there were so many things I was withholding, but now I was feeling confused as I looked at his innocent face.
Finally, the bartender came to our table, just as we were staring at each other deeply. It was about time, but then I remembered why I couldn’t have a drink.
Steve looked relieved as he ordered a mai tai and a whiskey sour. The mai tai was my favorite alcoholic drink, which he had remembered from when we had gone out together.
“Look, I can’t have that,” I said, slowly and audibly.
The bartender turned to look at me, puzzled.
“It’s okay,” Steve said. “I’ll drive you home if you’d like.”
“No, you don’t get it,” I said, realizing that I was finally going to have to reveal my little secret.
Or more like my big secret.
“What’s the matter?” Steve asked.
The bartender was still standing right there, waiting to take our drink order.
“You see, Steve,” I said, lifting my eyes to meet his gaze, “I’m pregnant.”
Chapter 11 - Steve
I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.
Yes, I’d had my suspicions that Molly was pregnant, but it was still surprising to have them confirmed.
Mostly, though, I felt surprised about how elated I was feeling.
I was burning up inside, happy that Molly was genuinely pregnant.
I knew my life was about to change completely now. And there was no way Molly was getting away from me this time.
I got to my feet and rounded the small table to give Molly a hug. I could tell that she was surprised but she hugged me back, as well. I could barely notice that the bar had become overcrowded and that there was a lot of tumult around us.
The bartender was surprisingly patient with us. I guessed he had heard what Molly had said and he, too, seemed surprised. This was not the best place to have the type of conversation we were having, but he just gave me a long, hard look until I got my senses back.
“Why don’t you bring us two mocktails instead?” I said slowly, and he nodded.
“We have a strawberry daquiri style one,” he said, as if trying to be helpful. “And a virgin pina colada.”
“Great. We’ll take one of each,” I informed him.
He picked up the drink menus and disappeared into the crowd and I was hoping that he wasn’t going to take forever to return.
I’d never had such a frilly drink in my life, but I needed something to quench my thirst, and that would have to do.
Molly was still just staring at me, silently.
“I have a confession to make,” I said, still gauging Molly’s expression. “I thought you looked quite different from the last time we met; I suspected you might be pregnant.”
“Really?” Molly asked.
She raised her eyebrows a little.
“Yeah,” I nodded, “I was actually hoping that if you were pregnant, that it was mine, because even though I have never really wanted kids, I suddenly find myself wanting to raise a family with you.”
Molly could only smile. I was sure she was having a hard time believing that I really wanted kids with her. I knew she thought of me as a player and I didn’t want her to disappear from me once again. I had every intention of being with her on a permanent basis.
“You know what,” said Molly, “let’s see how this goes because my daughter can be a real handful.”
“I’m ready for the challenge,” I said, with a smile on my face, but I knew very well it was not a joke.
I never had the opportunity to raise a child, but I saw some of the difficulties my colleagues endured in the process of doing it and it scared me.
The waiter eventually returned with two mocktails and served us. We made a big deal about pretending to fight over the daquiri, although it was obvious neither of us really cared which one we had – without alcohol in them, they were just a disappointing mix of calories and sugar.
We gulped our drinks down very quickly because I had a sudden urge to leave the restaurant. I was happy that I was going to be a dad and better yet, I was going to have Molly by my side.
Molly then invited me back to her place. She said that she wanted me to familiarize myself with her daughter first. I was only too happy to accept. We drove down to her block and I was surprised at the apartment building that we pulled up to.
I had never lived in such a small place before, with so many people close to me. It was a surprising experience, being with Molly in such a place, because I had no intention of letting her live here any longer.
Molly led me through a small entrance and into a tightly squeezed apartment. Once she shut the door behind us, I immediately noticed Kate seated at the far end of the den, watching television.
When we entered, Kate looked up at us and smiled. I couldn’t help but notice the enticing aroma of something beefy that was cooking in the kitchen. The walls were strewn with pictures and old-looking photographs that gave the entire place a homely feel. There were lots of the three of them together.
Kate got to her feet and walked over to give me a hug.
“Welcome,” she said. “I guess your stalker-ish mission turned out okay.”
“I guess it did,” I told her with a grin.
“All thanks to you,” Molly said, laughing.
“You’re welcome!” Kate pronounced.
“I can’t believe you didn’t at least tell me that you’d told him where I worked.”
“Well,” Kate shrugged, “I figured your mind would be dead set against it then. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“It certainly was a surprise,” Molly confirmed.
“A lot of things were a surprise today! But that’s okay, because I happen to like surprises. Where’s Kelly?” I asked, looking around.
“She’s probably asleep,” said Molly, sounding disappointed. “It’s past her bed time but I thought she might still be up waiting for me.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Kate said. “She was too cranky. I had to put that crazy little monkey to bed.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m sure I’ll meet her soon.”
“Yeah, thanks for putting her to bed. Sorry you had to deal with her night time craziness. We won’t interrupt you any further, Kate,” said Molly. “We’ll get out of your hair and you can go back to watching your movie.”
“I know what that’s code for,” Kate shot back.
We all laughed, and Kate went back into the living room to keep watching the show.
Molly took my hand and led me to her small room. It was quite cramped, just like her living room, because the bed took up most of the space. She apologized for the mess, but I dismissed it, saying that it was okay.
“However,” I said, “I’d like to get you out of this dump.”
Molly turned around to give me a stern look.
“You’re calling my home a dump?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that in a bad way,” I said, smiling wryly, “I just want you and my child living somewhere nice. And Kelly too, of course. And I’ll help out Kate, too.”
“Really?” She asked.
I nodded vigorously.
“Really.”
She walked over to me and planted a kiss on my mouth. It was a passionate one and it made my body feel very comfortable and relaxed. I found myself slowly dropping onto her bed, but I was sitting on a pile of clothes.
We kissed for a bit as the noise from the next room floated in. It seemed as though Kate was watching a horror movie, because there was a lot of screaming. However, I was glad there was some noise because I didn’t want the sounds from the bedroom to be audible.
I started taking off Molly’s top and she momentarily stopped kissing me so that she could undo her buttons. Then she slid her bra off, revealing her spectacular breasts. My, she was beautifu
l, and even more so now that she had a beautiful bump on her belly.
“I thought you looked gorgeous before, and now I was thinking that the reason you look even better than I remember must be because I was missing you so much,” I told her. “But I also think pregnancy has something to do with it.”
“Is that so?” she asked, with a wink.
“Sure is.”
She somehow really did seem even more attractive now that she was pregnant. I knew she was all mine now and I was looking forward to making love to her like I used to. She slipped out of her small dress and took her panties off and then she lay on the bed next to me.
I hastily took off my pants and shirt and straddled next to her. She was warm and soft and her presence felt filling, like a cup of tea on a hot day. Her eyes were boring down on me and I knew in that moment that I was blushing – something I hadn’t even know I was capable of doing. But she really brought out things in me I didn’t know were there.
We continued kissing and she allowed my hands to explore her body enthusiastically. Her breasts were soft and tender and it felt as though I was never going to get out of there. Her hands were running all over my body, too, until she settled on my erect cock.
She started stroking me slowly and I closed my eyes, feeling as though the world was going to stop. There were several sensations going through my body in that moment and I remembered that it had been a while since I had slept with her.
The disappearance of Molly had left me in a dire state; there were times even in the office when I thought about her and started getting hard. I remembered how I couldn’t wait to find Molly and confirm my feelings for her.
Now, in this moment, with her hands all over my body, I felt complete justification for the actions I took, even if they were a bit desperate and stalker-like. I was so happy to have found Molly again that I almost couldn’t express the joy that I was feeling deep down.
I climbed on top of her and she held me by the shoulders. I stroked her pussy with my cock until she was very excited, squirming in the bed.
“I want you so bad,” I told her.
“I want you too.”
Then I hurried to put on a condom she was handing me, before I shoved my cock inside her, letting the wetness wash over my cock in scintillating pleasure.
I thrust in and out of her, surprised that I had managed to contain myself for about three months. It was the first time that I had gone for so long without having sex. But now that I was with Molly, I was feeling an extreme level of pleasure that I was not expecting.
Molly started rubbing my ass and moaned, allowing me to go as deep as possible. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful nipples that were right before my eyes. She was as lovely as a woman could be.
“It feels so good,” she moaned, as I played with her nipple.
“You feel so good,” I told her.
She arched her hips up further so that I could plunge even deeper inside her.
“I’m cumming,” she called out, and I squeezed her nipple and said, “Me too.”
I felt myself cumming almost uncontrollably as a pleasurable sensation washed over my body. I heard myself moaning and then for a moment, everything went silent as I revered in the pleasure. It had been such a long time that I thought I was going to faint from the sweet feeling and nearly out of body-like experience.
I closed my eyes just as I saw Molly’s beautiful face also looking exhausted but quite pleased, and I let the sensations take total control of my body. This was the last time I was going to go for three months without touching Molly.
I opened my eyes and got off her, panting hard and wishing I had the energy to do it all again at that moment. But I had worked up a sweat and the pleasurable feelings and sensations were not in a hurry to leave me.
The noises from the next room started floating into the bedroom as I got my senses back. Molly had a smile on her face, and she was staring at me with a loving look in her eyes. That was good sex and I hoped that this was how it would be for the rest of my life.
I wasn’t sure whether I was going to be able to stay awake for much longer. I was feeling exhausted and I wanted to close my eyes just a bit.
I wrapped my arms around her as she seemed to be drifting off, too.
Soon enough, I was in a dream world and Molly was the main highlight of it. She was dancing around naked, teasing me, before giving into me with sweet kisses I wanted to last forever.
Chapter 12 - Molly
When I opened my eyes, I panicked.
Sunlight was already streaming in through my half-drawn blinders and I immediately knew I would be late for work. It was another day and another dollar had to be made.
Suddenly, everything from the previous day came back to me and I suddenly remembered that Steve and I had fallen asleep together. When I looked across the bed, he was nowhere to be found. I was all alone in my bed sheets.
The previous night had been magical; his presence had felt like something I desperately needed in my life.
But where was he?
Could he already have left without even telling me goodbye?
However, the aroma of pancakes was wafting into the room, and I realized that it had been a while since either Kate or I had had time to make them.
I got dressed quickly and got out of the room and went straight into the kitchen where I found Kelly and Kate seated by the counter. Steve was hovering over the cooker with a pan in hand and as I walked in, I interrupted him, telling them a story.
“Look who’s up,” he exclaimed, as I walked in.
He had a big smile on his face, and he flushed me a toothy grin as my daughter got off her seat to come hug me.
“Mommy,” she said, placing her precious hands around my knees.
I had not seen her the previous night and I really missed her. It was a good thing Kate was here, as well.
“What’s going on?” I asked groggily.
“I’m just making breakfast,” said Steve, busying himself with his pancake.
“Mommy,” said Kelly, looking me in the eye, “Who’s this guy who’s making us pancakes and telling us stories?”
Everybody looked up, including Steve, who interrupted his cooking slightly.
“Honey,” I said, “I want you to meet somebody special. This is Steve. He’s a special friend of your mommy’s.”
I was nervous about introducing Steve right there, particularly with Kate staring at me so intently. I was really afraid that Kelly might not like him and it might upset Steve as much as it would me.
It had been a while since I had brought a man to the house and Kelly constantly asked about her father. I had never been open about it because there really wasn’t much to discuss, but I’d always felt bad because I could see that it hurt my daughter. And now that there was a man in the house making breakfast for us, I was hoping that her reaction would at least be a positive one, rather than getting her upset.
This wasn’t how I had planned to go about things, but here we were. I was just hoping it turned out okay.
“Steve cares about Mommy, and you, too,” I said timidly, watching my daughter’s reaction.
“Really?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Is he the daddy of the baby?” Kelly asked me, gesturing to the bump in my stomach.
We had talked about my pregnancy but I hadn’t mentioned the father.
I nodded once again.
“Yes.”
“Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” said Steve, looking at Kelly. “Let’s have breakfast.”
She smiled back at him, happily. It was the sweetest thing I could ever hope to see.
Kelly took her seat eagerly, looking happy that she finally understood who the stranger in the kitchen was. This entire time, Kate just sat there quietly, watching with tears billowing in her eyes.
Steve seemed happy enough and he was already settling into his responsibilities nicely. However, I wondered
how many breakfasts he was going to be able to make in the future, because Kelly was quite demanding.
My little daughter’s life was also about to change permanently because she kept asking me about her father. She had always wanted to have a man in the house, but I had always been afraid of choosing the wrong one.
Now, however, I had finally found the perfect guy. I hoped that Steve would eventually adopt her, although I didn’t want to put the cart before the horse.
I felt that things were changing for the better and I found myself looking forward to the future. Steve completed making his pancakes and served the products of his work to us out on the table.
My mouth about fell open when I saw that they were Mickey Mouse- shaped.
“Yay!” Kelly called out, obviously noticing the same thing.
“Wow,” I said. “I’m impressed. How did you know…?”
But as I looked at Kate, who was winking at me, I knew the answer before I finished asking the question.
“Yeah, she clued me in to how Miss Kelly here likes her pancakes.”
“Thank you, Mr. Steve!” Kelly shouted.
“You can just call me Steve,” he said. “And maybe one day…”
He paused, but didn’t finish his sentence. I knew he wanted to say that maybe one day she could call him dad. I beamed back at him.
“Maybe one day I’ll learn how to make them a little less crispy,” he finished, with a wink. “Almost burnt them. Suffice it to say that this former bachelor isn’t used to making pancakes.”
“They taste great,” I told him, as I took a forkful. “No worries at all.”
“Why don’t we go see that latest Disney movie today?” Steve asked, turning to Kelly. “The one with the blue fish. Kate told me you liked that, too.”
“Hooray,” Kelly celebrated. “Can we go mommy, please? And Auntie Kate too?”
I looked at her and nodded.
“Of course, honey.”
I was so glad that she was happy with this arrangement that I would have promised her the moon.
Kate remained speechless. She was clearly moved by what she was seeing, and she had to take partial credit for bringing Steve and me together. Not to mention for the perfect pancakes and the movie idea.