Page 21 of The Best is Yet to Cum

“Yes.”

I kissed her forehead. “Then no worrying is allowed, just praying for a positive outcome.”

“Okay.”

“Now, unless you want to get fucked again, you should probably get up.”

She giggled. “I can’t believe your dick has been semi-hard this whole time.”

“He stays ready so he doesn’t have to get ready, baby. Do you need a reminder?”

“No, I’m good, but I have another idea.”

About twenty minutes later, we were settled in her jacuzzi tub. She sat between my legs with her back against my chestwhile bubbles surrounded us. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d soaked in a bathtub, and there damn sure were no bubbles involved.

“You don’t take baths?” she questioned when I shared that it had been a while since I last sat in a bathtub.

“What my big, grown ass look like sitting in a tub surrounded by bubbles?”

“Like a man enjoying the soothing effects of a bath. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Baths aren’t my thing, but I take it you enjoy them.”

“I do, and you will, too, if you stick around long enough.”

“How does forever sound?”

She tilted her head and looked at me. “Forever?”

“That’s what I said.”

She looked straight ahead again. “Clinton, you don’t have to make empty promises just because I’m pregnant. I’m fully cap—”

“Empty promises? I realize we’re still getting to know each other, but I need you to understand something. I don’t make empty promises. If I say it, I mean it.”

“Like you said, we’re still getting to know each other. How can you promise me forever when you don’t truly know the person you’re making the promise to? I’m still a work in progress and—”

“And so am I. Everyone breathing should be a work in progress. But, baby, if you don’t change a single thing, I can still see myself being with you forever.”

She tilted her head again. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

My hand glided up her body until I reached her neck, gently gripping it.

“I am, but I told you in New Orleans that I would wait until you were ready.”

“Waiting until I was ready… Is that what you call texting me daily?”

I smirked before pressing my lips against hers momentarily, then releasing my hold on her neck.

“I had to let you know you were on my mind, and I wanted to see you again. You don’t seem to believe this is where I want to be, but I have a question for you.”

“I’m listening.”

“Would you have reached out if you weren’t pregnant?”

I was lowkey annoyed by how long it took her to respond.

“I don’t want you to take my response personally.”

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