with a force I didn’t know she had. I hold her for a few minutes as she calms herself, just taking in her words. She loves me. I fucking knew it.
I swear to fucking God if she follows this up with a “But I can’t be with you,” or “But I’m not in love with you,” it will rip me into fucking pieces. But judging by how she’s hanging onto me, I don’t think she will.
She’s mine. I kiss her hair and she lifts her head back and takes my head in her hands to kiss me. It’s a soft kiss and I try to deepen it. I’m rock fucking hard for her. It’s been a month since I’ve been inside her and I fucking need to feel her cumming on my dick. We need this.
But she pulls away from me. She needs to stop fucking doing that. Each time it hurts.
“Kane, I have something I have to tell you.” She looks at the ground and then wipes under her eyes.
I put my hands on her hips and give them a small squeeze. “Go for it, baby, whatever it is. Just tell me.”
“I just...I have to tell you.” She looks at me with wide, glassy eyes and then whispers, “I’m pregnant.”
My entire world stops. She’s pregnant.
“How long have you known?” I ask. It fucking hurts that she kept this from me.
She gives me a weak smile. “About five minutes.” Worry clouds her eyes as I stand there dumbfounded.
She’s pregnant; we’re going to have a baby.
We’re going to be parents.
Two minutes ago I thought I might never see her again.
Now she’s telling me she’s pregnant.
“Say something, please.” She looks scared, and I fucking hate it. I don’t want her to be scared.
“Are you feeling okay?” It’s the first thing that comes to mind. I hear pregnancy can be a bitch.
“I’m okay,” she says in a small voice.
“Are we having a boy or a girl?” I ask. That’s fucking important there. What the hell am I going to do with a baby girl?
She huffs a humorless laugh and cries at the same time. “I don’t know, Kane.” Her hand rests on her tummy and she looks down with tears in her eyes. “I don’t know how far along I am.”
I let the meaning of her words hit me. My eyes watch her hand rub along her small bump. “Is he healthy?” That’s what really matters. She’s mine, and that means her baby’s mine.
“I don’t know. I think so.” Her voice is slightly sad. “I have to make an appointment.”
“I’ll come with you.” She finally smiles, but it’s small.
I’ll be there every step of the way for our little one. I splay my hand over her belly. That’s my baby in there. I know it. Sure enough, there’s a small bump that wasn’t there when she left me.
“I want you to come home with me.” I’m not going to order her around, not like before. But I’m going to make sure she knows what I want. “I wanna be with you, Ava. I want you back. I want you forever.”
Her hands cup my chin and she stands on her tiptoes to plant a small kiss on my lips. She nods with her eyes closed as I wrap my hands around her waist.
“Yes, Kane.” Hearing her say those words reminds me how fucking hard my dick is.
“Do you still love me?” she asks, her voice laced with worry.
“Of course I do. Don’t ever question it.” I fucking hate that she has to ask.
“I won’t. I love you so much, Kane.” The sincerity in her voice and in her eyes gives me security. She pushes her body against me and kisses me with passion.
I love her touch.
I need her touch.
I know she needs me, too.
I pull back from her kiss and stare into her baby blue eyes that are drowning with lust. “Tell me you want me, Ava.”
She doesn’t waste a second. Her voice is breathy. “I want you, Kane.”
“Tell me you’re never going to leave me again.” I need to hear it.
“Never.” She shakes her head.
“Tell me you love me.” I wanna hear it again. Every fucking day.
“I love you, Kane, I love you so much. Please forgive--” I crush her lips with mine, stopping that shit in its tracks.
“Good girl.” I suck on her lip, but she pulls back.
“I’m sorry, Kane.” She gets the words out and I wish she hadn’t.
“Nothing to forgive. Nothing to be sorry over. I love you. This was