Page 22 of Can't Walk Away

“That sounds like a great idea. Let me know when the pizza gets here?” she says.

“Always.” She loves pizza. Sometimes it’s just pepperoni, some days it’s tomatoes and spinach. I smack her ass as she walks by me and she looks over her shoulder and I can see the heat in her eyes. Fuck, if I didn’t need help hanging up a porch swing, I’d be following her to our room bending her over and smacking her ass until the red blossomed from my hands and fuck her until she couldn’t move.

I adjust myself before walking towards Phil and ask him, “Will you give me a hand?”

“Sure. Tonight, the night?” he asks.

“Yep, just as soon as it’s hung and she’s relaxed,” I tell him as I get everything ready. I even went to the store and bought cushions, pillows, and a blanket. I had no idea what I was doing. I took the picture that inspired all of this to the store and handed it to the clerk and asked for help.

We finish hanging the swing and I step back to take a look at it. Yeah, tonight is definitely the night.

19

Cheyenne

I told Jase I’d take a bath, but there’s no way I can take a bath unless the water is luke warm at best. That’s something I’d rather do without. I want a bath to be hot. What Jase didn’t know is I took an at home pregnancy test before today’s drama came through.

Instead I start the shower, wash my hair, and shave my legs hoping the hot water raining down on me will calm me down. I was planning something big and elaborate to tell Jase about our baby. That got all thrown by the wayside with my mother showing up. I want to tell him as soon as possible and it’ll be tonight. I don’t care if it’s over pizza or us laying around on the couch. He deserves to share this happiness we made together.

Turning the water off I wrap my hair up in a towel and grab another to wrap around my body. I stand in front of the mirror as I finish drying off my body and lather lotion all over. I stop at my stomach. It’s still flat, yet I can’t wait to see it round. Will our baby look like Jase with his dark features or will he or she take on my light hair and fair skin tone? When I looked at my calendar two periods had lapsed since the night Jase and I first made love. We’ve been so caught up in life and each other it completely slipped my mind to watch for it until this morning when I took a sip of coffee that had me running for the bathroom.

It’s going to be a long while before coffee hits my tongue now even though I love it fiercely. I finish dressing in one of my favorite cotton shorts and an oversized tee shirt.

“Jase,” I call out as I’m heading down the hallway to the kitchen, surely the pizza is here now. He doesn’t respond. I go out to the garage and peak my head in there and only see my car and the lights are dim. I grumble to myself, “Where is he now? I swear he doesn’t sit still for a single minute.”

I finally walk out the front door and see the sun is setting in the distance, but what stops me in my tracks is the candles that are lit all in lanterns that leads to a front porch swing I asked Jase if we could build.

“Jase, I can’t believe you did this and all by yourself,” I’m crying as I talk to him. He’s sitting down on the swing slowly swaying back and forth. I go to him and straddle his lap. My hands are in his hair and I kiss him, “This is the best surprise ever, Baby.”

“You’re my heart, you’re my home, you’re the warmth to my soul, and I want you to be my wife,” he says looking into my eyes.

I already had tears rolling down as big as crocodile tears and now I’m pretty sure I’m ugly crying as a whisper out, “Yes, a hundred times, a thousand times, and a million times over. I’m yours, Jase. Only yours.”

“Thank Christ, Honey. I couldn’t imagine life without you,” we kiss frantically on our front porch swing.

I sit on his lap as we make out like teenagers until my stomach grumbles. I think now is the perfect time as ever to tell him our news. I take his hand and place it on my stomach, he thinks it’s funny and he says with a chuckle, “What is it, Honey?”

“I have something to tell you, Jase. In about seven months we’re going to be parents,” I say in a hushed tone. I love that we’re in our own little world even if we’re outside of our home.

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