Page 95 of Family Like This

He starts the car, then kisses my cheek and takes my hand.

I smile as I melt into the seat and close my eyes, more relaxed than I’ve been all day.

Twenty-six weeks. That’s how long I’ve known Miles, and that’s how pregnant I am with his baby. Half a year and my life has changed so much. I’m still struggling with a lot of it, but it’s become easier to compartmentalize again. Which is what I need to do. I have my whole life to unpack my trauma. Right now I want to focus on my pregnancy. And Miles. It’s much easier to focus on him when my baggage isn’t overwhelming me. I want to focus on him. Especially after how he took care of me in the car today.

My eyes drift over to the kitchen. He’s standing by the oven, looking at his phone. He’s making chicken parm tonight, which sounds delicious, but not as mouthwatering as he is.

There are a flutter of kicks as I stand up, and I smile. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about having a tiny human beating me up, but I love it. It helps the connection grow between us. Though it isslightlyweird when I’m walking into the kitchen ready to pounce on Miles, but I ignore that thought and go straight to him.

He looks up from his phone. “Need something, baby?”

I run my hands down his chest and brush my lips over his. “No, but you do.”

He chuckles. “What do I need?” The last word comes out strangled as I slide my fingers under the waistband of his sweats, tugging them and his boxers down as I drop to my knees. He inhales sharply. “Ames, what are you doing?” he groans.

I look up at him innocently. “You took care of me. Let me take care of you.”

I stroke his slowly hardening cock, then lick my lips and suck the tip. He goes from semi to rock hard in seconds.

“Fuck, Ames.” His hand tangles in my hair as I take him deep. I can’t quite deep throat him like I used to, but I’m close. Using my hand, I work the base of his shaft, and with my other, I massage his balls.

He grabs onto the counter for stability as his legs shake, his hips thrusting forward into my mouth. I lean back slightly so I can let him fuck my hand and my mouth together without it gagging me too much. He pulls on my hair, using it to control the pace. I make sloppy sucking noises, going a little over the top because I know how much he likes it.

His whimpering moan at the sound of me gagging sends fire rolling through my body. He always tells me how beautiful I am when I come, but there’s nothing like the feel of his body and the sounds of his moans as he loses all control. I love giving him that freedom, even if only for a few minutes. I hope I give it to him in other ways, too, but I know he feels it like this.

He grips my hair tighter, thrusting faster and holding me steady as his body shakes.

“Fuck, Ames…” He grunts and shudders, holding me in place as he fills my mouth.

I swirl my tongue around his tip as I swallow and he moans again, trembling and gasping as he pulls out of my mouth.

I run my hands up his body as I stand, then lean in to kiss him. He groans again as his tongue twists through my mouth, tasting himself.

“Fuck, you’re sexy when you do that. So goddamn sexy.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “And this is even sexier. I love seeing you smile.” He runs a hand through my tangled curls. “How are you doing? You seem happier lately.”

“I am. I’m doing better. I don’t feel as weighed down by… everything.”

“That’s good. Just know it’s okay when you feel that way, and I’m always here if you need to talk.”

“I know,” I say softly, but the idea is tiresome. I know he’s here for me, but I’m tired of talking about and dredging up the past. All it does is hurt.Focus on the present.“I’m excited for tomorrow.”

His face lights up, his gorgeous eyes dancing. “Me too. Of all the traditional shit, this is the one thing I wanted. I get to hold you, kiss you, and worship that bump all morning. Sounds like the perfect day to me.”

When Miles first talked about maternity pictures, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about them. So many things have felt emptier without parents. I’d have done them no matter what and faked all the excitement purely because it’s important to Miles, but I’m actually really excited about tomorrow. It’s something beautiful not just for us, but for our daughter. These are as much a celebration of her as they are our relationship.

“It really does.” I tug on his shirt. “Dani and I picked a gorgeous dress. I can’t wait for you to see it.”

“Mm, I can’t wait to see that. Hopefully, it doesn’t get me too excited. I don’t think my dick has a place in those photos,” he says with a laugh.

I look down at it stuck against his leg and laugh. “Uh, no. That would be a very different type of photo.”

“Well, I suppose I should put him away before he gets any ideas.” I step back, laughing as he pulls his pants up, then he kisses me again. “Spaghetti or gnocchi?”

I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. “How dare you ask me that?”

He puts his hands up. “Hey, I’m just double checking. Who knows what baby girl wants tonight.”

I rest my hand on my stomach. “She’s my daughter. When the choice between spaghetti and gnocchi comes up, the answer isalwaysgnocchi.”

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