Page 23 of Pregnant By the Badboy

Ever since that day, everything has changed. For starters Mila is hardly ever at her house and when she is it is only if Mari is with her. I had to work out a deal with Royce to allow Mari to stay at Mila’s when I can't be at my place due to something else, but he has to be down the street from ehr place just in case, the entire night. Yeah I know, but like I said it changed everything. She is no longer safe in her parents house, but she is also not ready to deal with all the shit leaving forever will bring, especially since my own situation is not any better, which brings me to the next point.

She met my mom that night and although I know my mom likes her, I also get it. To her Mila is just slumming it, passing the time until graduation. I wish I could tell her it is different and about the baby but she will never keep a secret like that from my father so I keep it to myself. Hell, I am shocked she hasn’t told him Mila stays here three out of seven days a week. The only reason that works is because she is here on the days he goes on ‘requisition’ trips as he calls them and if he does come home, he is asleep by the time we leave and we are asleep when he comes in, but that can only last for so long.

Which brings me to the penultimate issue. Here it is April and Mila is really starting to show. It was easy over the winter because we all had on a lot of clothes, you know but now it's getting warmer, she is getting hotter in the temperature since and she does not like clothes now. As soon as she knows we are in my room for the night she is out of her clothes. Of course this leads to endless night of fucking where neither of us get any sleep, but who the hell needs rest? Luckily I have a bathroom in my room.

She asked me the other night how long we were going to keep this a secret and the truth is I don’t want to hide it. I want to let everyone know she belongs to me and I have the baby in her belly to prove it. However, I am worried. Her father is spiraling and I am close, so damn close to pulling off everything, but one hitch, one false move and everything crumbles.

“Mmm. Jake, what time is it?” her little puffs of breath brush against the skin of my neck where her head is laying. Goosebumps sweep up and down my body, shivers of desire and utter adoration for the miracle I am holding in my arms. Both of them.

“Almost time to get ready to go.” She nods a little and then starts stretching which makes her tits bounce and like the fucking dog I am my mouth begins to water. “I can’t wait for your milk to come in.” I say smacking them. I love to watch them move up and down and turn a little red from the love taps.

“Jake..don’t.” She moans, her hips moving from side to side. I feel her cream dripping onto my thighs and my cock starts trying to stand up for round four but we don’t have time for that. So, I slide my fingers between her legs and split the lips of her pussy, rubbing her swollen clit slowly and just the right amount of pressure.

“That’s right, dirty girl. Fuck my fingers like a the greedy bitch you are. Come all over my fingers baby and make yourself feel good.” She moves her hips faster and faster against my fingers. Her slick pussy makes it easy to slide inside of her warmth and coat them before pulling them out and licking her desire from my fingers. “God you taste so good, angel.” Gripping her hair I turn her head and growl. “Kiss me with the taste of your pussy on my lips and come little girl.”

Whimpering against my mouth she does as she is told and I feel her clit pulse while her tongue flits around my mouth trying to reach for the end game. My own cock is wrestling under her ass, aching to slither into his territory, but I can't so instead I flick her clit with my finger and curse when my cock begins to spray all over her ass and she cries out yet again. “We are going to be so late.” She says into my neck, kissing it.

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours child’s. I am blaming the baby for why I am always so horny.” God I love it when she pouts.

“Speaking of, let’s get a move on love.” Nodding, she gets up to get dressed and I walk into the bathroom to clean up. I manage to get my boxers on when the front door closes. “Shit.” I thought we would be out of here before he got home.

“Is that..?” She looks at me panicked and I feel like shit. I have talked about how much of an asshole he is so much that now she is scared and she has no reason to be.

“It’s going to be fine baby. I am sure he is going to pass right out, baby. Let’s just get dressed and go.” Nodding, she begins to get dressed.

Once we are both clothed, practically matching in denim and a white shirt, I grab her bookbag and my wallet, lace our fingers together and walk out the door. I am silently praying he is in the room laying down but when I hear my mom fussing around in the kitchen I know he is in the living room and asked her to make him food. Mila squeezes my hand and I turn, smiling at her before we enter the kitchen. “Jacob, good. I need you to..” His back was to us but he turns in the middle of his sentence and almost drops his coffee.

“Well son, are you going to introduce us?” I don’t like the tone of his voice but we need to get out of here so I am going to try to hold it together.

“Mila, this is my father, Morris.” She attempts to move, I assume to hold out her hand but not for him. I am not going to let her touch him.

“Hello Mr. Monroe. It’s nice to meet you.” I can’t help but to beam at her and bask in her sunshine. Even scared and with no reason to be, she still manages to be sweet and open.

“I see. So you must be the little girl that got my son thinking he can shoot for the moon, huh. Must be a sweet piece of..” Before I can stop myself I am around the counter, pummeling him in the face. I can vaguely hear shouting in my ear but only secondary to me yelling and cursing at him to never fuckign address her and telling him he was dead to me. I black out or something and the next thing I remember is Mila in my lap crying and my mother hovering over my father.

“What did you do?” My mother asks, trying to wake him up. I could almost feel sorry for her but then I remember this resilient strong woman in my arms twice her age who has the gumption to stand up for herself and I stop feeling anything for her.

“I did something your husband would never have the balls to do. Protecting my family.”

“This girl is not your family Jacob. Your father and I..” Standing, I put Mila on her feet and pull her back to my chest.

“Are no longer my concern. She is going to be my wife and our baby will be our everything. I will neve treat my son or daughter like you have let him treat me. I am done with this shit. I hope you have your life in order because the house of cards he built was made of scrap and paper. When it burns, everything will be ash. Goodbye mother. I will be back later today for my belongings.”

With those parting words I grab my woman and we ride to the hospital. She is silent the whole ride and I decide that is for the best. I want us both to have a chance to calm down before the ultrasound.

We are running late but luckily they are running behind so they put us into a room and give her a gown. Once she is in it and on the table, I hold her hands. “I’m sorry Jake.”

“What are you sorry for, baby?”

“For what happened with your dad.” See. She is so damn sweet.

“That was not your issue baby. It was a problem long before you and it was never going to get better.” I wrap my arms around her and just breathe in her smell.

“Knock knock.” The doctor walks into the room and smiles. “How are you two doing today? Are you excited?” Smiling, I nod and move to the side of the bed. “Excellent. So, do you want to know the sex?”

“Yes.” We both answer at the same time before laughing. Holding her hand, we both listen to the heartbeat and I swear everytime is like the first time. It is always fast and strong and it feels me with more love than I have room for.

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