Page 84 of Forecasting the Forward

Becca’s eyes open, and she studies me. “What? You should share your thoughts, Jacob.”

Oh, she wants me to share? Alright.

I flick the hat off her head, then grab her by the waist, flipping us. The move keeps her legs wrapped around me. “You want to know what I’m thinking?”

“Yes. Always.”

Leaning down, I kiss her hard, then whisper against her lips, “I’m thinking about you. Pregnant. Glowing. You riding me while our child grows inside your belly. Watching how it changes your body. It makes me wonder how sensitive your tits will be, and if I’ll be able to get you off by just playing with them. Sucking on them. Owning you.”

“Holy hell, Jacob,” Becca sucks in rapidly, her eyes so blown out with lust I can barely see any of the iris. I feel her pussy tightening, and I slip a hand in between our bodies to find her clit. Pushing down, I witness Becca’s eyes roll back as she comes. As much as I try to fight it, I follow her over the cliff.

After cleaning us up, I drag Becca under the sheets.

“Was that just the sex talking? Or were you really talking about babies?” she asks quietly. I look down to find her chewing nervously on her bottom lip.

“I guess I was really talking about babies. We haven’t really had that conversation yet. Do you want kids?” I ask.

“If you’d have asked me six months ago, I would have said no. Growing up the way that I did, I was fearful of bringing another person into life. I worried I wouldn’t be a good mother, that I didn’t have the right skill set for it. But then I met you,” she smiles, “and you had an equally shitty upbringing. Yet you don’t have the same outlook. You see the world differently, and you’ve shown me how patient you can be. You’re going to be an amazing dad, Jacob. And that gives me hope that maybe, someday, I’ll be a good mom.”

“I think you aren’t giving yourself enough credit, Becs. I see how you are with Thunder. He’s basically your first baby. Just because you have a shitty family doesn’t mean you’re destined to be a bad parent. We’ve had the best examples for whatnotto do. Now we get to parent the way we wanted our parents to be. That’s a pretty nice set of circumstances if you ask me.”

“Can I be honest with you?” she asks.

“Always.”

“I don’t think I could handle being pregnant, or having a baby, with your schedule. I couldn’t wait twenty-four more hours to see you. I can’t imagine how difficult it would be with a baby.”

“I figure I only have a year or two left before I retire,” I confess, telling her something I’ve barely said out loud to myself. I’ve only spoken to Coach about my contract, but I’m glad to be bringing this up to my wife now. Her input is critical for my plans, because she’s my family. We’re a team now. “I’m tired. My body isn’t recovering like it did in my twenties. And while I will always love this sport, I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Whether a baby comes this year, or five years from now, don’t worry about me. I know my future is you. I just want us.”

“My biological clock isn’t necessarily ticking,” she says with a laugh, “but a baby will happen before five years are up. I don’t want to wait that long.”

“Okay, darlin’,” I reply with a chuckle. “You’re the baker. You make the decision about when we start trying.”

Becca bursts into laughter. “The baker?”

“It would be a bun in the oven, so that makes you the baker.”

“What are you then?”

“A distributor? Supplier? I provide the necessary ingredient.”

“The distributor. Has a nice ring to it,” she says with a snicker. “But I think you’re actually the baker, and I’m the oven.”

“I think I’ll go with baker, because calling me the distributor means I either sound like an insurance company, or a weird vigilante who doles out penances for crimes that slide past authorities.”

Becca’s loud cackles blur the sound of my alarm going off. “Damn. I’ve got thirty minutes until I need to be on the team bus.”

She frowns. “Gosh, that went by faster than I thought it would. When will you be back tonight?”

I nudge her chin with my thumb. “I was hoping you’d come to the game.”

“Really?” she asks as a beautiful smile breaks across her face.

“Yeah, baby. You haven’t seen me skate yet. I’d like you to come.”

She nods enthusiastically, and I’m so fucking happy I shout with glee. “Jacob! Everyone probably heard that!”

“Good,” I mumble as I cover her body with mine and nuzzle her neck. “Then everyone knows you’re spoken for.”

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