His Secret Baby

by Jamie Knight

  Jace reached over and lifted me up into his arms. Pushing the door open, he carried me across the threshold.

  He was my husband. I was his wife.

  And we had stepped into a room with pink satin everywhere. Red heart-shaped pillows lay on top of the giant, heart-shaped bed. The flames from the red candles lining the wall flickered when the door slammed behind us.

  Jace stood me in front of the bed, running his hands the length of my sides and down my legs. He lifted my dress over my head, tossing it aside. He watched as my perky nipples stood to attention. I inadvertently put my hands over my body, trying to cover myself. He snatched my hands away, holding each of my wrists at my sides.

  “I want to see my wife,” he said. He took a step back, his hand on his chin, observing me. He nodded with satisfaction, licking his lips. He started to unbutton his shirt, his hands shaking as he tried to hurry up and get out of his clothes. His pants quickly followed, falling at his feet in a crumpled pile. He ran his hand along his dick, already hard and ready.

  He kissed me, pushing me back against the bed. I kissed him back, crawling backward on the bed on my elbows until I reached the head of the bed. I looked up and noticed a mirror on the ceiling and enjoyed watching his shoulder blades and back as he moved on top of me, his firm round ass clenched. I wrapped my arms around him, closing my eyes as I enjoyed his hot, wet lips on my neck.

  His hands felt warm and firm as he kneaded my breasts, sending a surge of excitement between my legs, making me want him even more. I missed him. I missed him inside of me. I had to have him. I writhed beneath him, thirsting for him to take me. But he kept me in suspense, making a trail down my neck to my chest, landing hot, wet kisses on each of them, taking turns going back and forth. He slowed his kisses as he kissed my nipple. The surge of electricity that coursed through me made me put my hand on the back of his head, holding it there. His tongue grazed my nipple, making me arch my back, forcing more of my nipple into his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he worked his mouth around my nipple, squeezing them gently.

  I was ready for him to be inside of me. He was driving me wild, making me wait for that moment that I had been wanting for months. My pussy throbbed like it had a pulse, growing more hot and wet as I lay there, pinned down by his firm body pressed against mine.

  I opened my legs wide, feeling my juices begin to pool inside me as I circled my hips in anticipation of his hard cock in my wet pussy.

  He moved further down, pausing to place sweet kisses on my belly, slightly poking out. He moved his mouth even lower, brushing his soft lips against my mound. I shivered from the feeling of his mouth tickling me. I kicked my legs up over his shoulders as he leaned in closer, pushing his lips deep into my pussy, parting the lower lips easily with his tongue. He lapped at my clit with his tongue, sending surges of desire through every cell in my body. I moaned deeply as he darted his finger in and out of my wet pussy, taking his finger to his mouth, sucking it, and putting his mouth back on my pussy like my juices quenched his thirst. He licked my lower lips for a few minutes, my hips rolling and pumping, coating his face in a clear glaze made up of my sweet nectar.

  As if he was reading my mind, he ran his hand up and down the shaft of his dick a couple of times before pushing the tip of it into my tight, wet pussy, making me moan with pleasure as he opened me again. I held my breath, bracing myself against every inch that he plunged deep into me. He moaned lightly, his whole-body tensing, as he slowly dug his hard dick into my pussy. He stroked my pussy slowly, peering curiously into my eyes as I tried to hold back screams of joy. He felt so good inside of me.

  I could feel my juices oozing out of me and coating his dick, making a smacking noise each time his dick went in and out of me. I humped him back, curving my back, making a steady rocking motion. I could feel the passion building inside of me. His heavy panting told me that it was building inside of him too.

  “I love you,” I said, my voice high and shaky.

  He pumped harder and faster, grunting trying to contain his excitement.

  “I LOVE YOU!” he yelled, fucking me with all of his might, holding onto my hips so hard, I yelped out in pain. But I didn’t want him to stop.

  He growled low, flexing his arms as he seemed to work with his whole body to plunge deeper and deeper inside of me. I opened wider, letting him in deeper, slamming my pussy hard against his body.

  His body started to seize, and a choked moan escaped from him. I could tell that he was building up for a powerful release.

  He came hard, yelling so loudly, I could have sworn that I saw the walls shake. He didn’t try to pull out or anything. I could feel his dick pulsing inside of me, sputtering hot liquid into my moist pussy. I squeezed my legs around him, holding onto his muscular arms tightly, basking in the moment, our holy union, finally one as man and wife. He leaned down, grabbing my face hard, a wild look in his eyes as he gazed at me, almost like he was shocked himself by the force of his own powerful orgasm.

  Our sex musk filled the air as we lay, side by side, relishing the moment when our lives truly began.

  I rolled over on my side and stared at him, smiling in adoration at the man that I was lucky enough to stumble into, quite literally.

  My heart swelled as he opened one eye, caught me looking at him, and pulled me in close to him.

  “Now, about how you’re going to make up your grade and internship…” he whispered.

  I couldn’t believe it. Even on our wedding night when I’m pregnant with his child, he still was in teacher mode. I laughed at how perfectly ironic it was that I would fall for someone who valued academia as much as I did.

  “Well, I think that we may have to put that on hold for now,” I said, pulling his arms around me tighter. “I’ve got to take a crash course on being a mom.”

  “I’m here for you every step of the way,” he insisted.

  I smiled, knowing that he was right.

  Epilogue

  Jace

  “Hello, there, Dr. Rivers,” came a sultry voice from the door of the classroom. I looked up and saw my wife standing there in a beautiful sundress, her hair pulled back to show off her new locket necklace that I had gotten her for our anniversary. I felt like it was such a small token of my appreciation for her, but I noticed that she had been putting it on quite a bit, pulling her hair back like she was proud to show it off to the world.

  I smiled and shoved a few papers that I had been shuffling through into the desk drawer. I stood up, watching my son, Noah, skipping across the classroom toward me.

  “Hi, papa!” he called out, his squeaky voice piercing the air.

  My heart melted watching my son grow each day. And the fact that everything had worked so smoothly for Izzy to get back into school and have a daycare that works made it even better.

  Of course, Noah had to be the genius of his daycare. He was the first child to learn the alphabet and how to count to ten before their first birthday. Everyone was so surprised. I wasn’t. I had always been a scholar and his mother was highly intelligent. I had very high hopes for my son. Knowing that he took his first steps right in the halls of my own alma mater where I had tenure gave me confidence that my son will have a legacy that will be passed on for generations to come.

  All because I fell for a student.

  A very sexy, beautiful student, but a student nonetheless.

  I reached down and ruffled the brown, curly hair all over my son’s head and scooped him up into my arms, hugging and kissing him.

  “I missed you, buddy,” I said. “What are you and mommy up to?”

  It warmed my heart to see them. Even though I loved teaching, I found myself thinking about them a lot. The fact that they were always nearby comforted me somehow. So, their surprise visits were like icing on a proverbial cake.

  “I just got out of classes and picked him up from daycare,” Izzy said, sauntering toward me. “I thought that, since we were here, we could stop in and see you. And see if you�
��re going to make it home on time.”

  She reached me just as she was finishing her sentence. I wrapped my arms around her waist, leaning my forehead down on hers.

  “You must miss me, too, huh?” I said playfully. She grinded her hips into me a little, then stopped herself, remembering that I son was toddling nearby. She bit her lip and eyed me hungrily.

  “Later,” she said. “Will you be home soon?”

  I looked at her, confused.

  “Aren’t I always home on time?” I asked, trying to remember a time when I was late.

  “Okay, I was horny and wanted to just see you,” she said, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. She was still so amusing to me sometimes. She was always very mature and responsible, but it was moments like these where I was reminded of just how loving she was.

  She wanted to be with me as much as I wanted to be with her.

  I scooped up Noah in my arms and put my arm around Izzy’s waist.

  “Let’s go home,” I said, walking toward the classroom door.

  As soon as we walked into the hallway, we were greeted by a few students who knew us, some who were in my class, and other students and faculty who had heard about us. We were like living legends in the school. People started saying that teachers hooking up with students was going to become a thing because ours was a success story that other families should want to aspire to.

  I wasn’t too sure about that.

  We walked down the hall toward the parking lot, dodging students hurrying through the halls, sweating bullets so that they wouldn’t be late to their next class. I saw a flash of a student that reminded me of Trent, but once his face came into full view, I saw that it wasn’t him. But it reminded me of something I had overheard in the faculty breakroom at lunch. I turned to tell Izzy what I had heard, moving stealthily down the hall.

  “By the way, I heard some news about Trent today,” I said.

  “Oh?” she said, cocking her head to the side, reaching over to take a wiggling toddler from my arms, who was already reaching for her.

  “Yeah,” I said, watching my son lay his head on his mother’s chest, sucking his thumb. “Apparently, he got hired on by a research firm. They have a horrid reputation. Tons of people have sued them for misrepresenting information.”

  “You mean lying?” she asked.

  We shared a laugh.

  “Anyway, rumor has it that they work their new employees to death like slaves. So, he’s going to be buried in paperwork probably for the next five years. And who knows? That might just be enough to make him want to head back home to Europe.”

  But, even if he didn’t, I knew that that was the last time I would ever see or hear anything about Trent.

  Right before we got to the front door, Izzy ran into Layla.

  “Oh my god! Izzy? Is that you??” she screeched.

  Izzy hugged her friend, jumping and screaming excitedly. Noah looked on from her arms, afraid. He started to cry. Layla and Izzy both cooed and comforted Noah, Layla hugging and doting on him like he was her own son. As the two chatted, catching up on the past year, I noticed Belva standing near the door, speaking with an administrator. Our eyes met a few times and she nodded and smiled in my direction. She looked at Izzy, eyeing Noah curiously. After a few minutes, she dismissed herself and walked toward us.

  “Well, if it isn’t my favorite college family,” she said, smiling and waving at Noah. “And how old is this little guy?”

  “His first birthday is coming up soon,” I said. “I’ll be sure to send you an invite so that you can come celebrate with us.”

  Belva looked shocked, scratching her head.

  “A year?” she said, looking in the distance like she was trying to remember something. “It can’t have been a year already. Was he born prematurely? Because it seems to me like we were just celebrating your wedding.”

  Belva elbowed me in the side and winked before I could say something. I blew out a relieved sigh, grateful that she was able to poke fun at me and the interesting set of events that led up to this moment. I chuckled shakily, glad that Belva had such a great sense of humor.

  “Seriously, though, it’s really good to see you guys,” she said, putting a hand on Izzy’s shoulder.

  “Thank you, Belva,” said Izzy. “For everything.”

  I had filled Izzy in on how amazingly Belva had handled things, even recommending me for tenure when things may have appeared sketchy, at best.

  “Of course,” she said, nodding at a young man with black hair holding a stack of stray papers in his arms. “I’ve got to catch him before he leaves, but we will definitely have to get together soon.”

  We said our goodbyes and she rushed off.

  I turned toward Izzy and my son, extending an arm toward her.

  “Shall we head on home and have some lunch?” I asked.

  “Okay,” sighed Izzy. I could tell that she was tired and ready for some down time. I had to admit that I was looking forward to it to.

  Especially since I had a surprise for her.

  We got home and made a lunch of homemade chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. I ate two giant bowls of soup and four grilled cheese sandwiches. Noah had eaten quite a bit himself and was falling asleep in his chair.

  “Oh no you don’t, little guy,” said Izzy, wagging a finger in his direction, lifting him out of the chair into her arms. “Let’s get you down for your nap so you don’t fall asleep in your chair.” She kissed him on the head as he snuggled down into her chest, already fast asleep before she disappeared around the corner. After a few minutes, I padded over to the living room, sinking down into the fluffy, gray couch cushions. Izzy came to join me after a few minutes, settling in next to me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling a shawl over us. She felt so warm and smelled like flowers.

  I couldn’t think of anything much more perfect than this.

  Except for my news.

  “Honey, I need to tell you something,” I said. She stirred and sat up, the sleepiness fading away fast as she became more alert.

  “What is it?” she asked, her voice sounding worried. I patted her arm, pulling her back to me.

  “It’s nothing to be worried about,” I assured her. “It’s actually really good news. You remember that house that you mentioned that you liked that was near your parents when you were pregnant with Noah?”

  She whirled around to face me, her face stone serious.

  “Yeah?” she asked, waiting.

  I pulled out a copy of the check that showed where I put a deposit on the mortgage.

  She clapped a hand over her mouth and gasped, surprised. She sat, staring at me, in complete shock. I grinned, expecting that she would be surprised.

  I didn’t expect her to burst into hysterical laughter. She laughed so hard, clutching her belly, tears pouring from the corner of her eyes. Then, her laughter turned into sobs. Her sobs were so deep and long that I began to worry. Was she sad? I had to know.

  I leaned down next to her where she sat crouching on the floor and put my hands around hers. Her tears stopped, and she stared at the floor silently. My heart started to be faster.

  I felt the last year flash before my eyes.

  Watching Izzy’s belly grow, spending so much more time with her, learning her quirks, and falling deeper in love with her. And then, just when I thought that that was amazing, Noah showed up and made me a father. I grew to love both of them on a deeper level. It made me excited for the new adventure that the day would have.

  We had been talking about how things were great now, but as Noah got older, we would need more room. And maybe, after Izzy finished school, we could talk about adding a few more little Rivers babies to the bunch. Izzy had talked more about it over the last few months, so I thought that it would be perfect to seal the deal on the new house so that we could celebrate Noah’s first birthday there.

  “Do you want to go and see the house?” I asked her softly.

  “You already have the keys
?” she asked, her voice a harsh whisper. I nodded, pulling a single key out of my pocket. She snatched it from my hand, staring at it clutched in her hand like it was magic, like if she loosened her white-knuckled grip on it, it would disappear.

  “Well?” I asked, holding out my hand toward her. She snatched her hand away from me like I had singed her with fire.

  “No,” she said, sharply. “I’m going to see if Candy can come up and keep an eye on Noah for a bit. Then you and I are going for a drive.”

  She clapped her hands together eagerly, rushing toward the door, grabbing a sweater, and disappearing out of it. She reappeared quickly after a few minutes with Candy, our 16-year-old neighbor sleepily trudging behind her.

  “We should be back in two hours, maybe three hours, tops,” said Izzy, pulling out some snacks to give Noah if he woke up and putting his milk on the counter. She scribbled on a piece of paper and shoved it toward Candy, turning her attention to me.

  We barely said goodbye to Candy before rushing out the road and into the car.

  Driving down the road, I got overwhelmed by good feelings of a secure and happy life. I looked over at Izzy and saw a peaceful calm settle over her, her long, dark hair billowing all around her head like lightening.

  “A penny for your thoughts?” she said, breaking into my trance. I blinked and swerved the car, remembering that I should have been watching road instead of looking at her. Luckily, there weren’t very many cars on the road. But I tightened my grip, deciding that I should pay more attention, anyway.

  “I’m just hoping that I can give you the life of your dreams,” I admitted, throwing a quick look at her before returning my eyes to the road.

  “It’s funny that you should say that,” she said, her voice taking on a lower, silkier tone. “I was just thinking the same thing. One of my favorite things about you and how things went is that, even though having a baby wasn’t in our plans that early, between the two of us, we are great at planning and getting things done. It’s just…”

  She turned away from me, staring out the window. The way that her voice trailed off made me start to worry. I looked over at her, trying to catch her gaze, but she refused to look back.