Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“How is Cheyenne doing?” she rushed out.
I went over the whole story again for the both of them, and assured her that she was doing okay.
∞
We all left the hospital and got a quick bite to eat at the BBQ place that was just around the corner. We dropped Janie and James off at their house, and then went home. Kayla was asleep by the time we pulled into the driveway.
I unstrapped Kayla from her car seat while Cheyenne got herself out of the car and started heading into the house. I went directly to Kayla’s room and laid her down into the bed, removing her shoes, and then covering her up.
I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water for Cheyenne to wash down her pain medication with and then headed into the bedroom to see her struggling to lift the shirt over her bed. I set the glass of water down and helped her maneuver out of the t-shirt without touching or moving her arm too much. Once it lifted off, I shucked my tee off over my head. Carefully, I got it situated over her body. I unbuttoned her pants, my knuckles grazing her tummy and she flinched.
I compressed my lips, but helped her off with her jeans and threw them into the corner of the room. She went into the bathroom, and I followed and waited to see if she needed anymore help. She went about ignoring me to the best of her ability. I helped her use the facilities, then put her hair into a pony tail at the top of her head, just like she liked it. It may have been slightly lopsided, but she didn’t complain. She smiled slightly, and then headed into our bedroom and climbed on the bed. She eased down on to her back, and let out a relieved breath.
The t-shirt rode up slightly, so I slid it up further as I sat beside her on the bed facing her. There was a nice line that started at her shoulder blade and diagonally crossed her body ending at her lower ribcage from the seat belt. That wasn’t what I was interested in though. I placed my hand flat on her tummy, letting it rest lightly and her breath hitched. I leaned down and let my nose and lips run lightly over her stomach. I gave her small kisses every once in a while, and then laid my head onto her stomach. She was crying uncontrollably now, so I gathered her into my arms and held her.
“It’s going to be okay.” I whispered to her.
“You suck.” She gasped out, slowing down the crying jag.
I laughed and brushed back the wisps of her hair smooth to her head. I was ecstatic. That night I met her, I hadn’t been prepared for her. I was only there for a drink, and then I was heading home. It’d been a few months since I’d been with a woman. I was tired of the nameless faces. I wanted something more. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that the perfect woman would come barging into my life.
When we started kissing, all of my sanity flew out of the window. Never once did it cross my mind to find a condom. I had never gone bare before, and being in her with nothing between her slick pussy and my dick was almost indescribable. I had intended to use protection with her, but she made my brain short circuit and I didn’t think about protection until it was done. On the way home I was trying to recall where I had put the condoms when I moved in. My dick inside her bare, feeling that wet slick fist of her pussy made me think about getting more, not about covering it up. Everything was different with her, and never once did I worry about getting her pregnant, because I knew she was mine. Her pregnant meant that she wouldn’t be slipping through my fingers.
She was claimed, my baby was growing inside her, and that made me feel on top of the world. It was a caveman thought to have, but I put a claim on that body of hers, and she would forever be mine.
Cheyenne was sniffling so I shifted her around to look at me.
“Talk to me.” I said to her.
“You knocked me up. With twins!” she shrieked.
She buried her face back into the crook of my neck again, and I could feel her tears running down my neck and into my hair.
“How could you do this to me? Couldn’t you have just done one? No. Not Mr. Overachiever Sam! He has to do it right. He has to make me fat as a house.” She rambled on and on.
I chuckled and listened to her go on and on for a good twenty minutes. She was going to get stretch marks. She was going to shit herself when she pushed the babies out. She was going to sneeze and pee. She was going to never fit into her clothes again. She was going to have sleepless nights. She was going to have to share her boobs with someone besides me. I didn’t think that last one would bother me so much, but I let it go because I didn’t want to set her off again. She finally ended her rant with a question.
“You are going to marry me before I get too fat for a wedding dress won’t you?”
“Yes. We’ll do it as soon as you can set it up.” I answered. “Just tell me when and where.”
She gave a long suffering sigh and muttered “Very helpful.” and then fell asleep in my lap.
I laid her down gently, and got up to use the bathroom. I came back stripped off my pants and laid down next to her. I watched her for quite a while, thinking. When I was younger, I had always wanted this. This woman was perfect for me. There was never a dull moment with her. Today had also proven that I was in love with her. My heart ached when I thought about hearing Jack say that she had been hurt. I was already fiercely protective of her. I’ll be damned if I was going to let that little fuck Malcolm ruin this dream for me.