Page 141 of Born of Ice

“Oh, little star, I’m never pulling out. I’m not pulling out until you are so full of my cum it has nowhere else to go. Only then I’ll go ahead and fuck all the other holes too. For good measure.”

Electra

“Exton, the timer didn’t go off yet,” I tell him, yet I’m looking over his shoulder just the same.

“Mm-hmm, and what if they pop up faster and I lose a whole thirty seconds of knowing the love of my life is pregnant,” he grumbles, not taking his eyes off the three small sticks on the counter ever since I handed each one to him.

Yep, he was in here as I peed on every stick.

I’m not even late on my period yet. I still have two days until it’s supposed to start but this lunatic showed up last night with a whole bag pull of tests and screamed, “We could have checked two days ago!” The tests he bought were the ones that tell you if you are pregnant or not before the missed period.

I rolled my eyes, thinking he was joking but I really should have known better. Exton woke me up to watch the sunrise and then promptly led me to the bathroom. But I won’t hide, I want to see those two lines just as much as he does.

I did hide, however, that I’ve already felt something happening inside my body. I felt that tug as I always do with Axe, but it was also different. New. It’s only been a couple of weeks since we started trying, but I just know.

Exton’s whole body stiffens and when I’m just about to reach over him to see what do they say, he turns around with tears in his eyes.

“What? What?” Mine widen at him but then he drops to the ground, winds his hands around my hips and kisses my stomach. I let out a shuddering breath as he keeps peppering mewith kisses and my eyes catch on the two small lines on every test.

“Exton…”

“I love you so damn much, Electra! God, I love you.” He keeps crying into me, and I fall down to my knees in front of him, my own tears spilling down my cheeks.

A baby. We are going to have a baby.

The vision of a dark-haired boy with icy blue eyes I had that one day is no longer a hallucination or an unreachable dream because Exton Quinn barged into my life and gave it back to me.

He fought for me when I couldn’t.

He picked up my pieces and molded them around his, weaving them together until we were one, whole and unbreakable. We are not perfect. Our life is messy and more often than not we want to kill each other but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I wouldn’t trade our imperfections to be anyone else’s perfect ice sculpture. Only his ragged and chipped and handmade iceberg.

“I love you.”

“Now and forever.”

THE END

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