Page 57 of Surprise Baby for Mr. Fischer
Staying fully upright was too much for me. I folded my body forward until Harper’s breasts pillowed my head. Her fingers ran through my hair. The caress fueled the sleepiness overtaking me.
The erratic tap, tap, tap on my chest first alerted me something wasn’t right. I lifted my head to gaze into her amused smile. “What the—”
“Don’t look at me. I’m not the one doing it.” She pointed downward.
Her words slowly sunk in. If she wasn’t causing that bumping sensation, then ...
“Holy shit!” I threw my hands on either side of her, my palms flat on the counter, and pushed off. “Did I squish it?” I wiped at the sweat beading my forehead, while I struggled to catch my breath. I hadn’t been thinking straight or asking the right questions.
Should we even be having sex right now? Was I too rough? I didn’t even think about the baby only my need for her.
Harper slid back on the counter and sat up. She grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at her.
"I should have asked you if we needed to be careful." I let out a long breath. Fuck. I needed to calm the fuck down.
She cupped my cheek with her hand. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“How can you be sure? Are we even supposed to be ... ” Where were my words? They escaped me just like my common sense.
She chuckled and trapped me between her legs. Her knees pressed into my hips, and the solid feel of her grounded me. “I’m sure because I’ve talked to the doctor about this stuff before now. And you weren’t squishing the baby. The little peanut was probably saying hi.”
I stared at her, not entirely convinced.
She let one hand trail down my arm. When she reached my hand, she intertwined our fingers and laid our hands on her belly.
My eyes grew wide. This time, it wasn’t a tap. It was an actual foot or hand pushing at me repeatedly. “Does this happen all the time?”
“Usually at night. I guess the baby decided it was time to meet you.”
“Hi, baby,” I whispered. The baby pushed against my hand again. Tears pricked my eyes. My lips curved into a smile before I let out a shaky laugh.
This was unreal.
I kept telling myself I wasn’t ready. That this baby would do better off without me. Yet here, in this moment, feeling my baby move for the first time made me want to stay. It felt like my kid was asking me to stick around.
The conflicting emotions squeezed my chest.
I wanted to take care of Harper and our child. I put an arm under Harper’s legs and one around her back and lifted her.
“What are you doing?” she squealed. Her legs kicked out. “Put me down. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“If you keep trying to kick me, I’ll drop you. I don't want you or the baby to get hurt.”
“Seriously, Lincoln. Put me down.” Her eyes skated away from mine. “I’m too heavy.”
I walked forward, the rocking motion causing her to pitch into me and grab tightly onto my shoulders. “I wouldn’t pick you up if I didn’t think I could.” My chest ached, realizing how self-conscious she was right now.
Harper wrapped her arms around my neck and held on, her face buried in my chest. Her breathing eased with each step I took.
When we entered the bathroom, I gently sat her on the edge of the tub. The downstairs bathroom had a soaker tub. I barely used this room but was grateful the previous owners had added and expanded this space. It was luxurious with a slightly feminine touch, with the white tub, gold fixtures, and swirling gray and white marble tile.
Releasing my hold on her, I turned the taps until the water was warm but not scalding. While the tub filled, I grabbed towels, soap, shampoo, and lotion from the linen closet. She watched every movement I made.
Harper bit her lip, making me want to take it into my mouth and suck on it. Trying to control my lust, I meticulously laid the items down on the small table next to her.
I leaned against the counter of the sink and loosely crossed my arms against my chest. “Something you want to say, beautiful?”
Her gaze roamed my naked body. Everywhere her eyes landed, sparks of longing lit within me. My cock sprang to attention, missing her already. The rush of desire that filled her eyes made it hard for me to hold back from kissing her senseless and then taking her in the bathtub.
