Page 55 of Black Mark's Heart

I nodded, "I was waiting until three months to be safe, but I was sure to make sure you knew it had only been you. I didn't want you doubting it was yours," I clarified.

Darius rubbed my belly, astounded for a few seconds. Jacob was talking babble and blowing bubbles of spit in Darius's expensive suit. "Shit! I'm a dad," Darius roared suddenly. I jumped. Jacob jolted and started crying. "Oh, shit, sorry," Darius apologized to Jacob, trying to soothe him. Darius frowned, looking at me. "He knew I was his dad."

"I play him recordings of you singing or reading bedtime stories every night." I observed Jacob trying to get away from Darius. "Let him down. He's learned he can get into mischief and likes it," I encouraged.

"I'd ask how you got the recordings, but I can hazard a guess," Darius grumbled as he put Jacob down before pulling me into him. "I can't believe I've missed all this time with him, that you are already pregnant with our next child. Jesus! This is a lot to take in." He kissed me passionately.

Darius broke away, tugging me around to the other side of the kitchen bench. He pulled my panties down, lifted me up onto the bench, and shoved my skirt up. "I need to be inside you," he breathed, unzipping his pants. "God, I need to fuck you."

"Dare. Jacob?" I reminded, but I spread my legs and moaned as he slipped his head against my opening.

"I'll keep an eye on him," Darius promised as he shoved into me.

I bit my lip to prevent crying out as Darius shoved in as far as he could go. "Tell me if he goes near my cello," I moaned.

Darius pushed me back to lie upon the bench. He took my hips and thrust into me. I felt like a weight had been lifted off me. He knew now. It didn't matter if anyone else found out, because the person who mattered knew. He was angry as hell, yes, but he knew. I was on the peak of orgasm when Darius stopped.

"He's going for the cello," Darius barked.

I arched my back to look back at Jacob. "Jacob!" I called in a stern voice. "No!"

Jacob stopped and looked back at me. He looked at my cello, pouted, and sat looking between me and the cello for a moment. When I didn't look away, Jacob spotted his firetruck across the room and decided to go with that.

Darius was still moving inside of me. He groaned, picking up his pace again. I dug my fingers into his arm as my back arched and I came. Darius pinned me down and pounded into me. I bit my lip. "Dare, the baby," I panted.

Darius slowed all of a sudden and looked at me, awed. He lifted my dress a little higher in order to see my stomach. "Damn, you're going to make me wait to fuck you, aren't you?"

I laughed, "No, but within limits. You can do me hard, but not deep. If you want to go deep, you go slow."

Darius smiled. "Shallow it is. Deep tonight."

I moaned at the promise as he found a good place to hit and lost himself inside me. He picked me up and cuddled me to him. "You're my wife," he whispered.

I smiled. Now, if only he could get away from the Fehu and be with us.

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Darius stayed the night. I cooked dinner while he read to Jacob, and then he even fed Jacob. He sung him to sleep while I practiced my cello, and then we made love again, slow, and intimate, and deep. I fell asleep in his arms and knew this was how it should be. In the morning, I woke to find Darius already up and giving Jacob his breakfast. My first sleep-in since Jacob was born.

"I should get going," Darius kissed me good morning. "Mornings like today I'm glad I keep a spare suit in the office."

"Are you busy this morning?" I asked carefully.

Darius shrugged. "Summer is always busy in the entertainment world. Why, do you think I should call in sick?" He wrapped his arms around me and kissed down my neck.

"I'm at the studio today, but I have an appointment at lunchtime and I'd like you to be there," I smiled, rubbing my belly.

"For the baby?" Darius asked. I nodded. "I'll pick you up from the studio. What time?"

"It's walking distance from the studio, so why don't I meet you there?"

Darius nodded. I wrote the address and time down for him then kissed him goodbye before he left for work. This was how it was meant to be.

At eleven thirty, Darius was waiting outside the medical center when I walked up. He took my hand and walked with me inside. When it was my turn to go in, I took Darius's hand and tugged him along with me. He sat there, mouth open, while the sonographer showed him pictures of his child on the television monitor. After the sonographer left the room, Darius kissed me heatedly. "I need to make love to you right now," he growled.

My eyes went wide. "Ah, not here. Come back to me tonight."

Darius kissed me goodbye. We spent that night in each other’s arms discussing baby names we both liked. The next morning, I woke early and found my bed empty. I sat up looking around, wondering if I'd dreamed it all, but Darius's shirt and jacket were still hanging over the back of my reading chair. Getting out of bed, I went to look for him. I found him in the nursery watching Jacob sleep.

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