Page 37 of Pretty Little Disaster

“That’s a good girl, you feeling better, baby?” Nic ups his tempo, fucking into me harder. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come, right here, in this tight, little pussy.” His fingers grope the skin on my belly, desperately as his breaths get heavier, and with one last thrust, he fills me with his seed. My hands automatically reach back and anchor around his neck as we catch our breath, and when it makes my tummy stick out even more, I like the way his hands feel as they stroke over it.

“Look how pretty it looks on you. How could you ever doubt that I wouldn’t think otherwise? I can’t wait until you get bigger.” He kisses my cheek as we both catch our breath.

“I guess that's inevitable,” I sigh, starting to come around to the idea. I definitely like the way his hands look when they’re touching it.

“Well, twins run in the family, and that's what I’m aiming for next time, so you better get used to seeing yourself big and round.” He smacks another kiss on my cheek before pulling himself out of me and crouching down to lift up my yoga pants.

“Next time?” I look over my shoulder at him in shock. “Nic, trust me, Inevermake the same mistake twice,” I assure him, straightening myself out and readjusting my hair.

“Trust me.” Nic pushes my back up against the tree, keeping his lips just a breath away from mine. “Next time I put a baby inside you, it won’t be a mistake, it’ll be very intentional.” He kisses me slow and deep.

“In fact, you’ll be begging me for it.” He pulls away and starts walking back toward the car.

“Begging you…” I follow after him, laughing despite the discomfort I’m feeling in my feet. “You must have hit your head, or maybe you still have a head rush from shooting your load.”

“Baby, I’ll bet you the price of that banged-out car that’s sitting on Dario’s drive, that you’ll be asking me to knock you up again before this little one’s first birthday.” He sounds so sure of himself.

“What the hell makes you think that?” I look him over as if he’s crazy.

“Because you're an only child and you know how lonely it can be. You're caring by nature so you won’t want our child to suffer.” I guess I can give him that. “Also, you love being pregnant. You will eventually learn to love the way your body’s changing. You’ll realize, over the next few months, that what you're capable of is miraculous and you’ll want to experience it all over again. And you’ll miss feeling those little flickers in your tummy that make you pull the face you're pulling now.”

“How do you know about the flutt–”

“Please.” He shakes his head and folds his arms over his chest. “Did you not hear that I’ve got a whole library of pregnancy books? I could write my own damn book about this shit.”

“You're infuriating,” I moan.

“I know, but you still wouldn't want anyone else to have knocked you up.” He shrugs.

“And how do you know that I’ll love the way my body changes, how can you be so sure?” I wish I could get inside this man's head for just a second to see how his mind works.

“Because I’m going to spend each day telling you. I’m going to worship this pregnant body so hard that you are going to want to drive your own rusty car to the scrap yard. Which, of course, I would never let you do because you're far too precious.” He kisses the top of my head and pats my tummy, before turning his back to me and crouching on his knees.

“What are you doing?” I stare down at him.

“I’m waiting for you to climb on my back so I can carry you to the car. Your feet are aching.”

“No, they aren’t. And even if they were, which they’re not, how would you know?”

“You're trying to hide the fact you're limping, and I’d say it was because those trainers have gotten a little too tight. Feet don’t just swell in the third trimester, princess.” I want to kick him, But I don’t. Instead, I leap onto his back and let him carry me back to the car because this asshole never seems to be wrong… about anything.

NIC

“This place is fancy,” Lorna whispers as we follow the maître d’ through the restaurant. I gesture my head for him to take a hike when he goes to pull out her chair for her. She looks at him awkwardly, then smiles at me as she sits down and slowly takes in her surroundings.

“Why do you look so nervous?” I ask her, once he’s left us to look over the menus.

“I’ve just never been to a place like this before,” she explains, clearing her throat and widening her eyes when she looks down at the menu.

“Are you okay?” I check.

“How am I supposed to read this? It's all in French,” she whispers, looking hot-as-hell in the dress I picked out for her to wear tonight. It’s tight and clings to all her new curves perfectly. My cell vibrates in my jacket pocket, but I ignore it. It’ll only be Marco or Luca. They’ve been calling all day, I know from the text they sent that they have VIP Ranger tickets, and no doubt they would be planning on us doing something spontaneous after it ended, to keep up with tradition. But right now, there's nowhere I’d rather be than here, with her.

“You should choose.” She places down her menu and looks over her shoulder self-consciously.

“You hate it here, don’t you?” I smile at her.

“No, of course, I don’t. It’s beautiful.” Her head lifts up to the crystal chandelier above our head. “The food looks great...” She follows the waiter with her eyes as he carries a plate past us, then fakes a smile when she sees how tiny the portions are. “I’m really glad you brought me here.” She doesn’t sound convincing, so I stand up.

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