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“Oh? Tell me more,” he replied.
“Yeah. So I took both of your favorite girls into my hands, and they were really overflowing - they don’t fit into my hands…”
“Fuck,” he breathed out. “What did you do to them?”
“They felt super tender, and bigger. And then my fingers grazed over my nipples…”
“I fucking love your nipples, honey.”
I chuckled at his response that came out on a groan, “I know you do, baby. So when I did that, I liked it. So I did it again and it got me all hot.”
“And then what? What were you going to do, being all hot and horny and home alone?”
“I don’t know. That’s when you called.”
I heard tires screeching over gravel outside. “Fuck baby, hold that thought. I’ll be there in…” and then the call cut out. I laughed while I heard Nicholas yelling outside, “Fucking piece of shit, hands-free…” as he barreled from the barnyard into the house.
He slammed the door behind him and as he rounded the corner into the living room, he was already half naked. “Naked. Now.” That’s all he said as he scrambled to get his pants off, and all I could do was laugh as I watched him hop on one leg, trying to hold his balance and not fall flat on his ass while desperately trying to get his pants off.
We lay together after another amazing round of mind-blowing sex, chemistry, orgasms, and connection. Come to find out, the couch and rug on the floor were quite comfortable for our escapades.
Nicholas was circling my areolas, making my nipples into hard peaks for what felt like the millionth time this evening. They were so sensitive that I hissed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Honey, I think you’re pregnant,” Nicholas said so matter-of-factly, stealing all the air from the quiet room.
My eyes went wide as I stared at him. I finally managed to stutter, “Wh-what?”
“Pregnant. I think you’re pregnant.”
“But-but, I can’t be… I’m-I’m broken.”
“There’s nothing broken about you - believe me,” he said as he kissed the crown of my head. “Our prayers and greatest wishes have been answered. We’re going to have a baby, baby.”
How could he be so confident? I couldn’t do anything but stare at him.
He just grinned at me. “Think about it,” he began and then recounted all of mysymptoms. None of which I could dispute.
After he made his case and he let me sit with my thoughts for a few minutes, he quietly asked, “Do you want to find out right now - for sure?”
When I didn’t answer, he reached into the bookbag he’d had with him when he came home. From the front compartment of the bag he pulled out a box with pregnancy tests.
“Let’s go find out, moma,” is all he said as he pulled me to my feet.
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NICK SOBA
Those two pink lines had been so bright that they may as well have been a neon sign illuminating the pitch black desert night.
I’d been floating on cloud nine, on top of the fucking world ever since. Scottie was still adjusting, coming to terms with what this meant.
Don’t get me wrong, she was excited AF. She was just… in shock.
Who could blame her though?
That fuck-wad ex-husband of hers had told her that she was the “broken” one. Meanwhile it had been him that was infertile.
Fucking piece of shit.
