Page 20 of Pregnant By the Good Guy

“Yes. Always greedy for you. Holy hell. I can’t hold it anymore.”

“I know. I can feel you. It’s ok, my love. Come with me.” our lips find one another, and we fall off this beautiful waterfall together, clinging to one another like a life raft. He comes inside me filling me with more of him before rolling me onto his chest. Did I mention it is my favorite place to be?

CHAPTER 13

ROYCE

JULY

NINE MONTHS PREGNANT

“Hey Mari, come here.”I am sitting on the couch looking at the message I just got on my phone. I am conflicted about telling her. I am doing my best to not stress her out at her final stage of pregnancy, but I also don’t want to keep secrets from her. Smiling, I watch her waddle into the room.

“Yeah babe what’s up?” I pat the couch beside me and stand so I can help her sit. It is hard for her to sit down, stand up, see her feet, or anything really. Once she is seated, I look at her and pray I am doing the right thing. “Royce, is everything alright?” God, I hope so.

“Yeah. So I just heard back from my friend that was doing the search for your biological father and today he texted me and said he found him.” Holding my breath, I wait for her to react, but she has this stunned look on her face. “Baby say something.” She looks at me like I didn’t just tell her potential life altering information.

“How can he be sure?” Her voice is so sullen and void of emotion.

“Well, you gave the blood sample. He back traced your mom’s movements from her teenage years talking to some of the townsfolk who remembered her. One of the ladies who said they were best friends, recalled your mom being involved with an older man named Mario Hoffman.” The name jerks her head towards me.

“Huh. I wonder if she did that on purpose?” She is looking off into the distance and my heart is breaking for her because I don't know what to do.

“Did what on purpose baby?”

“Mario. Mariella.” Oh shit. That didn’t even occur to me. “It’s like she was teasing me. Being cruel and I didn't even know it.” Fuck what I wouldn’t give to choke the shit out of her mom for all she put her through. That’s still not entirely off the table. I am unsure if I should continue. But then she looks at me and nods her head. “Go on.” Clearing my throat because she is scaring me, I take a deep breath and finish.

“He followed him for weeks trying to get a sample. A deserted coffee cup. A cigarette which he doesn’t smoke. Anything really. But then one day he got into the country club he is a part of and managed to get a cigar he left in the tray. He had it tested against your sample, and it came back positive.”

“Did he know about me?”

“My friend is unsure. He doesn’t believe so, but you won’t know until well…you know.” Finally she looks at me and I pull her into my arms. “Baby should I have not told you?” Did I make a mistake?

“No Royce. You did the right thing. I think I’m just numb. I mean I knew you were looking for him, for me, but I guess I never let myself get my hopes up that we would actually find him.”

“I get that babe.” Kissing the side of head, I rub her lower back because I know it has got to be hurting her.

“Mmm. That feels good.” She closes her eyes, and I take a second to marvel at how strong she is and doesn’t even realize it. I mean look she is nine months pregnant, swollen feet and achy back not once has she complained. Placing my hand on her belly, I rub my not so busy daughter who seems to have grown overnight. She kicks my hand once and I smile before focusing back on my wife. “Do you know where he lives?”

“Yes. He lives in California.”

“What does he do for a living?” she asks.

“An entertainment lawyer.” She simply nods. “Hey, why don’t we worry about this later? Let me run you a warm bath, put your bath pillow in it, and you just relax. When you get out I can rub your back. How does that sound?

“Like the best idea yet.” So, that is what I proceed to do. I run her a bath making sure it is not hot; she stays in it an hour with me coming in every fifteen minutes to fill it back up with warm water. Once she is done, I dry her off and give her two options.

“Do you want your spicy ramen kimchi bowl or a massage?” While she thinks it over, I put her back against my chest and lift up her belly, relieving some of the weight. She sags against me and sighs not having to hold or carry this for a few minutes.

“Oh my gosh, you really are a good guy.” I kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.

“Only in public, baby. At home I’m the owner and master of your body.” she moans and turns her head to meet my mouth. It's a slow, lazy kiss, not about sex but about us.

“Did you make a choice?” I know she is thinking about it because that spicy bowl has been one of the things we have been trying out. We are trying to induce labor and so far nothing has worked. We have been fucking like bunnies but nothing. She has been eating all of the spicy food. We have been walking,exercising, squatting, everything but this little girl of mine is stubborn.

“Does a massage come with my favorite thing?” leaning into her mouth, I slide my tongue through pulling at her sensitive nipples. “Shit Royce.” I step back teasing her.

“Make a choice, baby.” She pretends to think it over before smiling.

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