Page 12 of Mr. Cream
Devon
Ican’t believe it. I really can’t believe it. I’m going to be a father.
The moment Ambrosia and I walked into the bathroom and saw the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, I scooped her into my arms, carried her out of the office and took her home. Okay, that’s not quite what happened when we found out but that’s neither here nor there. What truly matters is that Ambrosia is giving me a second chance.
And my dick is buried in her pussy once more.
“Fuck baby,” I growl as I pull out and then slam back into her. “You feel so good.”
Underneath me, she whimpers and begs for more, and I’m happy to oblige. I know that I should go slow, make love to her gently because she’s suffering from terrible morning sickness, but I can’t help myself. I’m like a man possessed and fuck me, every time she calls me “sir”? I’m a goner.
“Devon,” Ambrosia moans as she arches her back, thrusting her perfect tits into my face. I can already see a change in her body; her breasts are slightly larger and when I suck a nipple into my mouth she practically explodes.
“Tell me what you want baby.”
“I need to come,” she begs. Her hand skates down her belly in between our sweat-drenched bodies and strokes her clit furiously while I keep up with my punishing rhythm. I feel her body start to tense and then she screams out as her body shakes with her release. I tumble with her, exploding deep inside of her pussy.
The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room and I’m almost positive that you could hear the thunderous beating of my heart too. I trail light kisses from her collarbone to her navel, giving special attention to her belly where our child is growing inside of her.
It’s a miracle. A fucking perfect miracle.
“You’re never leaving my bed again,” I tell her.
She giggles, her smile lighting up her entire face. “That’s going to make it hard for me to work.”
I groan. “Ambrosia, you never have to work again a day in your life.”
She sits up and her smile fades into a more serious expression. “I want to work. I don’t want to be entirely reliant upon you and your money.”
“Fine, then we’ll find you a place at Shire Snacks. I want to keep you close.”
“We’ll discuss that later. I’m exhausted,” she says with a yawn.
There are so many unanswered questions about the future that we’ll have to discuss eventually but there’s only question I’m interested in right now. I turn, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and reach for the navy-blue boxer briefs that I discarded earlier. I pull them on and then pad over to my walk-in closet. There’s a wall safe hidden behind a row of suits and inside is a ring that I bought the moment I saw it in the window of the jewelers.
The black ring box is nestled in my hand as I return to the bedroom. Ambrosia is curled up under the covers, her face relaxed with sleep. I hate waking her, but this can’t wait.
I sit beside her and run my fingers through her silky, golden blonde hair. “Ambrosia,” I say softly. My fingers brush against her cheekbone and her lips twitch into a smile. “Ambrosia, I need to ask you something.”
“Can’t it wait,” she murmurs. Her eyes flutter open and I set the black velvet box on the pillow for her to see.
“No, baby, it can’t.”
Her blue eyes are wide when she finally notices the box. She pops up and covers her mouth.
“Marry me,” I tell her simply.
“But we hardly know each other,” she protests.
“I’ll have a lifetime to learn everything about you, which means I’ll spend forever falling in love with you.”
Her eyes are glassy with tears and her lower lip trembles. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Marrying you is the only thing I’m certain of.” I open the ring box to reveal the vintage inspired ring nestled inside. The massive four carat oval diamond sparkles even in the dim light of the bedroom. Carefully, I pluck it from the cushion and slide it over the fourth finger of her left hand. “It’s perfect. All you have to do is say yes.”
“Yes,” she says quickly. “Yes, Devon, I’ll marry you.”
My lips crash down on hers and my arms wrap tightly around her, pulling her close. Not too long ago, I didn’t think this day would ever be possible. Once Ambrosia found out that I misled her, I never thought she’d come back or that she’d agree to marry me or be the mother of my children. I’ve lived a charmed life but I’ve never considered myself lucky. Everything that I have, I’ve worked hard to earn. But seeing my ring on Ambrosia’s finger, knowing that my child is growing inside of her belly, hearing her agree to be my wife…I feel like the luckiest bastard in the world. Just like everything else in my life, I’m going to work hard every single day to be a good father and a good husband because life isn’t worth living unless I’m sharing it with Ambrosia.
