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I managed to distract myself and forget about it for a couple of hours, but it hit me like a sledgehammer every time I remembered.
Pregnant.
The nervousness and fear always came accompanied by a dazed arousal.
This incredible man had impregnated me.
He closed his laptop with an elegant movement of his hand and glanced at me. I dragged the duvet off my body, and he licked his lips.
Then he pounced.
The mattress squeaked as he threw himself at me. With muted growls, he sucked on my nipples, then moved lower toward my belly button. He rained open-mouthed kisses over my abdomen, at first playful and teasing me with little bites and nibbles, but then he slowed down.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my stomach with earnestness. When did the game become serious?
Nuzzling my rounded belly, he hummed, then laid his cheek on it and closed his eyes.
“You’re my greatest reward, Jamie. All of you.”
The tone of his voice, the warmth coming from him… and his seed in my womb.
Was I falling in love?
We were goofing around and fucking like rabbits, and everything felt soright. But the journey would soon end, the train would stop, and we’d have to return to the real world.
Could we love each other and become a family?
I had no answer. But I did know that making a decision like that during a heat would be stupid.
“Do you want pie?” I asked. Miraculously, my voice remained casual.
Morton pressed a long kiss to my underbelly and sat up.
“Sure. Blueberry?”
“Of course. I know all your favorites.”
“Thank you.”
He accepted a plate and a spoon, and we ate in bed. There was no cream left, but it tasted lovely even without it.
After the meal, I lay cuddled to his chest. A full stomach made me sleepy, and I was too muddled to overthink.
Time moved slowly, the swooshing and clanking of the train like a lullaby. I was about to drift off when a wave of energy surged through my insides.
“Heat wave,” I gasped.
Morton hummed. “I know. I could smell it coming.”
“Then hurry, fuck me.”
Laughing, he patted my hip. “On your knees, then. You want it hard, don’t you?”
“Duh.”
I scrambled into position on my knees on the edge of the mattress. Morton stood behind me with one knee on the bed. He drove into me single-mindedly, and the mouth to my womb opened for him after only a few thrusts.
“Such a greedy womb you have, Jamie.”
