Page 24 of Knock Me Up

His hands are all over my body, massaging me, worshiping me, loving me. I can always count on him. No matter what happens, this man will take care of me.

He’ll take care of our children.

He’ll stand behind us no matter what. He’s supported me in business, and in life.

I don’t deserve him, honestly.

But I guess I don’t have a say in who loves me. Just whose love I accept.

And I’m not foolish enough to reject him.

I relish his tongue lapping at my clit. His fingers pump inside me and he pushes them in just right, tickling me in all the right places. He knows what I like, and will weaponize that fact to please me to the fullest.

Such an unbelievable sweetheart.

The tide inside me is rising so fast as I call out his name again and again. I nibble on my lip as the bliss ravages me and I struggle to resist it, wanting to enjoy this moment for just a little longer.

But it’s all futile in the end. He’s gotten too good at pleasing me. Too good at making me come.

One more stroke of my clit, one more pump of his fingers and I’m screaming for him, the orgasm hitting me so damn hard. Every sensation seemed to be heightened due to the pregnancy and this is no different.

I lie flat, satisfied. I’ll be able to sleep very well now, thanks to Dr. Luke’s patented sleep aid. I’ll be sure to ask for further treatments in the future.

He plops onto the bed next to me, very satisfied with himself. An earned satisfaction in my book.

“You’re so beautiful in that post-orgasm afterglow.”

“You sure that’s not the pregnancy glow?”

“Why can’t it be both?”

I chuckle, ready to sleep soundly.

Until something else comes up to ruin my sleep.

There’s an intense cramp hitting me right where Luke just was, and I was soaked. I don’t think he had anything to do with it, though.

“What’s the matter now?”

“Well, either you made me squirt in a very delayed fashion, or my water just broke and the baby’s coming. I’m going to guess it’s the latter.”

The color drains from Luke’s face. But to his credit, he shakes his head and jumps out of bed. “Right. I’ll go and make the preparations we agreed on.”

The pain is intense, but watching Luke leap into action? It tells me everything will be fine. I can trust in him.

I prepared every way I could to be a mother. From carrying the child, to reading up on giving birth, to talking to Luke about how we would raise them, but I know that no matter how prepared I am, when it’s showtime, it’s going to be one hell of a ride and I’ll be acting on pure adrenaline.

He takes my hand and helps me up. I can’t help but smile at him, and that brings a smile to his face too.

We’ll make it. Our family is about to begin.

Our love that started as a fluke will stand the test of time. Of that much I’m sure.

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