didn't wear a condom that night.”
“I had no plans then nor do I have any future ones to wear one. I wanted you bare. I wanted everything from you then, as I still do now. There will never be anything between us.”
“So you knew I could get pregnant?”
His hands dig into my hair. “I figured it was a long shot. I might have hoped for it but aren't most women on the pill?” He sounds so disappointed about the last part. “I haven’t seen you take any pills.”
“It’s not always pills.” I shake my head at him. “I’m not on anything and, well, I don’t need to be.”
“You know me holding out from you was only until I got those walls of yours to crumble.”
“They're gone. I love you.”
He tilts my head back. “I love you too, dollface,” he says before he kisses me long and hard. I moan into his mouth. I can feel how much he loves me. It’s been there the whole time; I’ve just been too scared to accept it.
“Forever,” I say against his mouth when I pull back.
“Eternity,” he agrees. He picks me up, carrying me back toward my bedroom. I cling to him, knowing I never have to let go of him if I don’t want to.
“There’s more,” I admit as he lays me down onto the bed.
“I know. I was just about to get it out of you. Get you worked up until you’re about to come then bring you back down. Over and over until my dollface decides to tell me her secret.”
“That I stole from the corner store when I lived with the Robertsons? They wouldn’t let us have candy. I had no choice.”
He laughs against me, kissing me again. “We can start with that.”
“You’re so patient with me.” I skirt around telling him, but he pulls me back with his gentle touch.
“Not sure I’d call it that.” He starts to undress me. I lie back and let him. He stands at the side of the bed, pulling all of my clothes from my body. Every time his eyes trace over my naked body you’d think he is seeing me for the first time. He eats up every inch of me.
He grabs my ankle, lifting my foot to kiss the bottom of it before he slowly kisses down my calf toward my thigh.
“You’re not naked,” I breathe out as he keeps trailing kisses. He’s left his boxer briefs on. He always does. “We’re having sex.” I try and snip at him but I’m so turned on, my voice sounds breathy instead of bossy.
“We are.”
I whimper as he spreads my legs wider, making room for himself. His mouth doesn't stop where I want it. He places a kiss over my mound before moving up toward my stomach, where he places another kiss like he did back at his place.
I know what he wants. For me to tell him the last thing he can feel I’m holding on to. I don’t know how he does it, but Ethan King can read me like no other. I know now it’s because he’s the other half of my soul. He doesn’t hold back things from me and I don’t want to keep anything from him.
“I’m pregnant.”
14
Ethan
“I’m pregnant.”
I close my eyes, my lips lingering against her stomach. How many times have I found myself kissing her there? My mouth always finds its way to her soft stomach. I love kissing every part of her but I always seem to stop to place a soft kiss over her belly. I think deep down inside I already knew. Even when we slept, my hand would always rest there.
There are so many things that make sense now. The warm, longing look that she’d get in her eyes when I did it. Her asking about kids and then shutting down when I gave the answer I thought she was looking for. She’d been terrified to tell me and my nonchalant basic answer probably sent her into a panic.
I kiss her stomach again before I trail kisses up her body. I need her mouth. To kiss her and look into her eyes. We’re having a baby. I’m going to be a father. Amelia’s going to be mine forever. Thoughts race through my mind as I make my way up her body. Is it possible for all of someone's dreams to come true at once? Because that's what Amelia’s words have done for me.
When I reach her mouth, I take it in