Page 12 of Pregnant By the Good Guy

I scream into his ear right when the orgasm hits me and then I feel his heat spill over into me, while he curses and grunts against my neck. “Wow,” is all I can say right now.

“Yeah baby tell me about it. Damn. You will be lucky if you ever leave this motherfucking bed.” I giggle for a moment because he is trying to make his face look serious but then I remembered what we were talking about beforehand. I move back from him so I can see his face.

“Royce, seriously, what are we going to do?” He sits up against the headboard and pulls me into his lap.

“Mari, forget everything you thought you knew or had figured out until last night. Tell me what is in your heart. What do you want to do?” Well that’s easy.

“I want to keep the baby and be with you.” There I said it. He smiles and kisses my lips before putting his hand on my stomach.

“Thank fuck. I would have hated to have to kidnap you, but I was prepared for that possibility.” Giggling, I lean into his chest and listen to his heartbeat. “You know, you never did tell me what we are having or do you not know.” His voice gets a little softer and emotional and it makes me sit up and look at him. The expression on his face is one of love and wonder but I find I am more pleased with the look of nervousness. I’m glad to know I am not the only one with nerves.

“A girl.” I tell him, placing my hands over his which are rubbing circles on my belly.

“A girl. My daughter is in your stomach?” I nod my head, emotion choking me. He lifts me off his lap and lays me on the bed. Since I have no clothes on he simply kisses my stomach and begins talking. “Hey baby girl. Your daddy is so excited to meet you and spoil you.” Tears leak down my face.

“Royce.” I whisper his name. I am scared to believe in all of this. I mean can it really be happening? Just then a knock sounds at the door.

Moving from on top of me, Royce puts on gym shorts and a t-shirt before answering it. Scrambling, I hop out of bed as best I can considering how dizzy I am from all of the orgasms. Looking around, I am searching for a shirt while Royce is at his bedroom door talking to who I presume is his mother. Not sure where my underwear are, I grab a shirt of his on the chair next to his bed and the jeans I was wearing and slide them on. I am doing my best to ignore the feeling of his come as it drips down my legs.

“Come on down,” is the last thing I hear before his door shuts, and he walks over to me.

“Is everything alright?” I ask him, wondering if his mama asked him to have me leave. I mean she seemed nice and like she liked me but that could have been for everyone else in the room.

“Oh yeah. Mama just wanted me to know she was back, and she asked if we could come downstairs so she and my father can formally meet you and talk to her and my dad.” Oh God. I knew it was too good to be true.

“Talk. Talk about what?” My hands are wringing one another hard enough to cause bruising. I don’t know why I let myself believe this could be real.

“Hey, baby look at me.” Royce’s voice interrupts my runaway thoughts. His hands cup my face, and he put his forehead to mine. “Mari, it is going to be okay. My mom is probably more concerned with getting to know you because I have been brooding over not being able to find you for months.” That makes me smile slightly but then the doubts come back.

“What if she doesn’t like me now that she knows and what if she tries to talk you out of being with me? You know what, we don't have to do this. I had a plan, and I think it's best if...”his mouth on mine cuts off my tirade and I can’t help moaning. When he gets his hands on me I forget everything else.

“For the last fucking time my baby will not be raised by anyone but her mother and father. Even if my parents have a problem with you, that is their issue. I am a fully grown man, and they know it. Trust me when I tell you that they would never do anything to jeopardize their ability to be in their grandchild's life.” That doesn’t make me feel better, thinking I could come between him and his parents.

Without having a rebuttal, I follow him out of the room and down the stairs. I am lagging behind him trying to stall as best I can but that only makes him move faster. We round the corner to the kitchen and sitting there are his parents deep in conversation. I tug on his hand a bit thinking maybe we could walk out quietly and not interrupt, but he simply clears his throat.

“Ah, there they are.” His mom and dad get out of their seats and walk towards us. Royce puts his arm around my waist and pulls me into him.

“Mom. Dad. This is my Mari, my future wife and mother of your unborn grandchild.” Gah. The word ‘wife’ startles me. Royce feels it and squeezes my waist.

“Well, so I can see why you were so sullen all these months. She is an angel.” His mom pulls me into her arms once again like she did when she saw me at the dinner. The tension leaves my body, and I find myself melting into her motherly embrace near tears. “You’re a tiny thing.” She looks down at my belly and then back up at me. “May I?” she asks, wanting to touch my stomach.

“Of course.” Her hands touch me, and I feel a tiny flutter. I don’t think the movement is vast enough that anyone else can feel it, but I do. “It’s a girl,” I tell her smiling, wanting her to know what we know. If I am going to keep this baby, I want herto have grandparents that love her and are involved. Lord knows she won’t get anything from my mom.

“Well son, it seems congratulations are in order.” His father pats him on the back and hugs him. “And you young lady, it is nice to meet you finally. My son was walking around here for the last four months like a toddler that lost his favorite teddy bear.” Royce scowls at his dads description which makes his mom, and I giggle.

“Well honey, tell us about you. We know how you two know one another but not much else.” Crap. This is the part I wanted to avoid. What is there to say? The truth is not pretty, but might as well get it over with. We all sit around the table, and I try to stop fidgeting with all of the attention on me.

“I am in my senior year of high school. It’s just my mom and me. We moved a few months ago to the other side of town which is how I lost contact with Royce and had to quit my job.” I mean that is it in a nutshell.

“So can I ask if you two have talked about a plan in these short hours?” Not sure what to say I look to Royce, and he places his hand over mine.

“We haven’t. The only thing we know for sure is we are going to have our daughter and live our life together.”

“Well, of course you are,” his mother says, like it is a foregone conclusion. “I am simply asking about the logistics.” I can see her getting into mom mode or what I assume a real mom would act like with questions and advice, but his dad cuts her off.

“Let’s give them some time, hun. They just found each other. I’m sure when they talk they will let us know. Right?” His dad words it as a question but it sounds more like a directive.

“You bet,” Royce says. For the next few minutes I fill them in on my last doctor's visit and due date and then they both leave to go to work. By the time we make it back up to his room I am exhausted emotionally. His parents are amazing and as shockedas I am, I believe them when they say they are going to help us as much as possible. When my head hits his pillow my last thought is that maybe my luck is changing.

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