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“I’m much older than you - like, I should be the one talking marriage and babies. Shit, Iwasfor a long time,” she said as she handed me the ice cream container and sat up. I placed the container on the nightstand while she reached for my discarded T-shirt that was on the floor.
After covering her beautiful body with it, effectively hiding it from me much to my dismay, she sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed and faced me. I sat up against the headboard and didn’t bother covering my exposed cock with the sheet. She’d seen it every day for weeks, and it belonged to her anyway.
“And?” I queried back.
“And… Nick, you’re 23! I can’t help that but some part of me feels like I would be… I don’t know,trappingyou.” To which I just scoffed. “Come on, I’m serious. I know that I’m not the one who’s brought up marriage let alone having kids, I’m fully aware thatyouhave led every one of those conversations, but Nicholas… We’ve only been together for like…”
“I know how long we’ve been together, Scottie,” I said more gently. “But, once you know, you just know. Don’t you feelthis- us - deep in your heart and soul?”
She closed her eyes and chewed her lip again. On a quiet exhale she admitted, “I do.”
I quickly jumped in, “Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t want you to resent me in two months or two years, if your feelings change. I don’t want you getting so wrapped up in what we have now and for us to be careless, only for you to feel trapped in something you weren’t fully ready for when we get down the road some. And a child isverypermanent.”
“I would never.”
“That’s easy to say now,” she began.
“I’m dead serious. You heard what my family said, and what I happily admitted: I have wanted you,this, for years! Honey, you are my end game. You are the equivalent of winning the Super Bowl. And shit, I’d marry you today if you wanted, Scottie. I don’t think you realize that you in fact have all the control. If you were to say yes, I’d take you to the courthouse right now. If you were to say yes, I’d work day and night to make a baby with you. I quite literally want everything with you. For forever.”
A lone tear streaked down her face as she let out a sob.
I quickly moved across the bed and wrapped her in my arms. “Aww, honey, don’t cry. I’m sorry, okay, if…”
“Thank you,” she breathed into my chest, which had me shutting the hell up and holding her tighter. “Thank you for loving me. Forwantingme. I’m realizing that despite our quick timeline, how much I love you too. And I want all of that with you too,” she admitted.
I couldn’t help the incredible smile that graced my face as I kissed the new tears from her cheek. “You’re serious right now? Oh, baby. You’re making me the happiest man alive!”
She laughed through her tears and kissed my lips. “It’s you who makes me happy. You make me feel seen and alive. If this is what forever looks like, I want it every day - forever.”
“Done!” I quickly said, which had her laughing more.
I kissed her this time, and deepened the kiss. When we broke apart and I leaned my forehead against hers, I brought us back to how this conversation had started, “So you’d be okay with us having a baby? Like, if what we just did in the kitchen and here on the bed an hour ago, if you find out in a couple weeks that it was the start of our family, you’d be happy?”
“Nicholas, I can’t imagine being any more happy than I am right now. But if God or the Universe or whatever you believe in were to grace us with a child, I think my heart might explode with love and gratitude.”
I snaked my arm around her lower back, pulling her down on the bed underneath me while catching her lips with mine. She let out a cute little scream followed by a giggle that did funny things to my heart.
“In that case…” I drawled out, “They say practice makes perfect. So then why don’t we continue practicing making babies?”
That had her throwing her head back on a laugh, allowing me to kiss down her exposed neck.
“That’s cheesy AF,” she said on another giggle.
“It might be, but you know I’m right,” I said as I fisted my ready-cock and led it to her needy entrance, because I’d continue to make it my mission in life not only to love this woman with every fiber of my being, but to make beautiful babies with her.
Trickie Nickies
The Love Machine:
I think I’m in over my head
What’d you do this time?
The Holy One:
I told you I’m too far away to bail you out.
