Page 2 of Married To October

Once I am done clearing things, I look at the clock and smile. This is my favorite time of day. This is the time of day when I clock out and drive home the short distance to my gorgeous, smart, sexy wife, whom I feel lucky to have every day.

The first time I saw her four and a half years ago, she was in a group of her friends standing outside of a restaurant waiting togo in. In a group of girls that I am sure boys lost their shit over, she was like the lone orchid in a garden of roses, and her voice, don’t get me started.

I eavesdropped on their conversation, entranced with every word of her mouth, silencing everyone else's words. I won’t lie and say when I realized, based on their conversation, that they were all in high school, I felt like a creep, but even that wasn’t going to stop me. I was simply going to wait for her to grow up. Crazy, I know, but I knew she was meant to be mine within seconds. Luckily, one of her friends mentioned how much fun they had on her eighteenth birthday, and my entire chest exhaled. Though I am ten years older than her, it was a relief to find out she was ripe enough for me.

Like a lovesick puppy, I followed them around for the rest of the night, my eyes scraping over her curves, lingering on her wide hips and womanly curves. I recall the moment she turned and looked at me, her beautiful dark green eyes locked with mine, and I swear I felt her whispered words of ‘yes’ to any and everything I wanted run through my heart. I never believed in love at first sight, but this girl changed everything.

I waited for her friend to become preoccupied before I made my move. I approached her, introduced myself, and told her she would be my wife. I remember her eyes getting big like saucers, but her cheeks heating up. She was the shyest little thing, 5’1" to my 6’1". I knew she knew when she didn’t immediately balk at my admission.

I courted her for six weeks, showing her how a woman is supposed to be treated. We talked and shared our childhood stories. Hers was one of poverty and a mother who raised her on her own. Her father left when her mother was pregnant with her, unable to raise a baby that wasn’t biologically his on account of her having to go to a sperm bank. She grew up living hand to mouth and missed out on a lot. My heart broke for her, but it alsoleaped because I knew I could give her what she wanted most: experiences.

My childhood story was similar, and as a result, we both decided early on in our relationship we did not want children. With that out of the way, we moved pretty quickly. I refused to make love to her until she was my wife, but I also introduced her to the world of orgasms and pleasure beyond her imagination with my mouth and fingers.

Three months after meeting the love of my life, I made her my wife, and now, four wedding anniversaries later, I am even more obsessed.

Keys in hand I am putting my desk back in order when my phone rings. Immediately my cock losses his mind when he recognizes the ringtone of his favorite hiding place. “Hey, baby. I was just on my way home. Did you want me to pick up dinner?” She doesn’t answer right away. “October.”

“Eli, I need you to come home now. I have to talk to you.” Her panicked voice is spinning my mind.

“Angel talk to me. Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“No to both. I just…I need you. Can you come straight here?” Shit. Now, everything in me is going into survival mode. Knowing something is wrong is going to make me insane until I have her in my arms.

“I’m on my way.”

What the fuck is going on?

CHAPTER 3

OCTOBER

An overwhelming senseof dread washes over me as soon as he walks in the door. My hands become clammy, and my heart races so fast I can hear it pounding in my ears. I should have rehearsed what I would say, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The words felt too heavy on my tongue, as if speaking to them would make them come to life, and I wasn't ready for that. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. His reaction to the news is all I can think about, but as I watch him shrug off his coat and hang it on the hook by the front door, I know I can't wait any longer. It’s now or never.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before blurting out the words that will change everything. "I’m pregnant," I barely manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes widen in shock, and he just stares at me for long moments before finally finding his voice. “What? Are you serious?”

I nod, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I had hoped for a better reaction, but this was not unexpected. We had only ever talked aboutnotwanting kids, and now we are facing the reality of an unplanned pregnancy.

“How far along are you?” he asks, his face showing genuine concern.

“I’m not sure exactly,” I admit. “Maybe six or seven weeks.”

He runs his hands through his hair and paces around the living room, clearly at a loss for words. I can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to do next.

Finally, he stops and looks at me with a mix of worry and determination in his eyes. “We’ll figure this out together,” he says softly. Immediately, tears well up, but I don’t let them fall. Relief washes over me, and I feel myself relax for the first time since finding out about my pregnancy. He’s right; we’ll figure it out together.

I don’t know what we did wrong, and this was neither planned nor ideal, but we were in this together, which gives me a sense of comfort.

He pulls me into a tight hug, and I bury my face in his chest, grateful for his support. The road ahead may be uncertain and filled with challenges, but knowing we face them together makes all the difference in the world. There’s no one else I’d rather be dealing with this with.

In this moment, everything else fades away, and all that matters is us—our love, our commitment to each other, and now, our unborn child. We can figure everything else out as it comes.

I never wanted children because of my crazy childhood, but I am determined to do better with this baby. My thoughts drift to the future, filled with possibilities and uncertainties. But one thing is certain – we will face it as a team, just like everything else we do.

“I need you,” I say, unsure why I need him now, why my thoughts and my body has turned to needing his cock. Reassurance maybe?

“I need you too,” he responds immediately, his eyes never leaving mine. There’s a sense of urgency in his voice that matches my own.

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