Page 20 of The Best is Yet to Cum

“It’s yours, Clinton. I haven’t fucked anyone else since New Orleans, and before that, it had been close to over two years.”

“You were drinking mimosas while carrying—”

“No, I lied because I didn’t want you to get suspicious.”

“We were about to have a serious problem. So, you’re about three months?”

“I haven’t been to my doctor yet, but that would be my guess.”

I took a moment to process our conversation, and a sense of joy overwhelmed me.

“You’re having my baby?” I smiled as I waited for her to respond.

“I am if God sees fit.”

She couldn’t hide the sadness in her eyes as she looked away from me.

“Hey.” I lifted her chin with my index finger and turned her face toward mine. “I’m sorry if my initial reaction wasn’t what you expected. I didn’t want to get too excited and—”

“I know, and I understand. You did nothing wrong.”

“Then why the sad face?”

She sighed. “I’ve never carried a baby to full term. I’ve had two miscarriages.”

“Damn, baby. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you, but I’m fine. In hindsight, it was probably for the better. Having children with my ex would’ve made it harder for me to leave him or, at minimum, tied me to him for the rest of my life. If I never see him again, it will be too soon.”

“That’s how you feel now, but I’m sure it was difficult at the time.”

“It was, but I made it through, and after the second loss, I never had unprotected sex with him again. I didn’t want to risk getting pregnant, amongst other things.”

I shook my head as I thought about Winston and his shenanigans while they were married. I’d never seen him with another woman, but he mentioned his conquests more than he mentioned his wife.

“Speaking of protection… we’re well beyond the time for that conversation.”

“Ya think?”

“Should I apologize?”

“Are you sorry?”

“Not in the least. Are you?”

She released another sigh and didn’t answer immediately. “No, I’m not sorry, but I am a little nervous because I miscarried at about this time for the other pregnancies.”

I reached underneath her shirt, forcing myself to bypass her pussy, resting my hand on her stomach.

“That’s understandable, baby, but remove all negative thoughts from your mind. You’re going to carry our baby to term and deliver a happy, healthy boy or girl about six months from now.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you believe there’s a reason for everything and God don’t make no mistakes?”

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