Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
My brain worked to piece together his insecurities. “And if you end up raising it, you’re worried that if we’re together I’ll feel obligated to be its mother.”
“Wouldn’t you?” He searched my eyes.
That was the million-dollar question. And like him, I wasn’t sure I had an answer. My heart said yes, but it wasn’t a decision I could make overnight. It was life changing. “The funny thing is…” I paused. “I don’t know how I’m going to feel, either. So we have that in common. I can tell you I feel more for this little baby inside of me than I’d anticipated. I can’t imagine giving birth, pretending like nothing ever happened, and just returning to my life here. I know that was the plan. But it seems so…unnatural now.”
He took my hands in his. “Here’s the bottom line, Abby… I can’t promise how I’m going to feel about becoming a father, but I can promise that it won’t change how I feel about you. I’ll never abandon you, unless you tell me that’s what you want. I only want what’s best for you. If you tell me that’s to not see me anymore, then I will have to live with that. But know that’s not what I want. After what you said last night about us never seeing each other again, it became very clear to me. I don’t want to lose you.”
Still mostly half-naked, we fell into a long embrace. My heart thundered against his as I said, “I think we need to wait until this baby gets here to know how we’re gonna feel. Maybe the answer will come to us. Maybe we need to not force any decisions right now.”
He kissed my nose. “If you’re okay with that, so am I, love.”
I nodded, though I still felt uneasy with all the uncertainty. I knew in my heart that things wouldn’t magically fall into place after nine months, yet I couldn’t help feeling a bloom of hope. We just had to keep moving forward. Quite frankly, I probably should have known better, but I was having too much fun to stop. “We should go back inside.” I reached for my T-shirt dress.
“Ah, yes. My comfy couch awaits.”
“You could always sneak into my room. My father knows there’s something going on between us. He wouldn’t be totally shocked if he caught you in there. But I understand if you’re not comfortable with that.”
He shrugged. “I’m not. I guess you could say I’m old fashioned that way.”
“Such the conservative, yeah,” I teased.
“Well, around parents, I suppose. Not really otherwise.”
“You’re right.” I sighed. “It would be awkward. As much as I want you in my bed, I wouldn’t feel fully comfortable with that, either.”
We snuck back into the house as quietly as possible. I fetched Sig a blanket and pillow and gave him a long kiss goodnight. I could easily have gone for round two, but instead, I forced myself upstairs to my room.
A few minutes after I’d settled into bed, I received a text from my father.
Dad: You left the light on in the shed.
CHAPTER 38
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Sig
Track 38: “Sledgehammer” by Peter Gabriel
My eyes blinked open the following morning, and I woke to find Abby sitting across from me in the living room. “Well, hello there,” I said groggily.
She uncrossed her legs. “Hi.”
“Waiting for something?”
“For you to wake up. How did you sleep?”
“Amazingly well, after the workout you gave me last night.”
She climbed onto the couch and straddled me.
My dick immediately grew to full mast. “What are you doing?” I whispered. “What if your father comes down?”
“I just checked a couple of minutes ago. He was snoring. And the stairs are creaky. We’ll hear him.” She rubbed her pussy along my rigid dick.
“You know this is torture,” I rasped. “I’m suddenly in great need of a sledgehammer. We might have to go out to the shed.”
She stopped grinding, a guilty look on her face. “About that…”
“Don’t tell me you’re done letting me get you from behind,” I teased.
“Not at all. But I don’t think we can use the shed anymore.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why is that?”
“He’s on to us.”
My eyes widened. “Your father?”
She nodded. “He texted last night that I’d left the light on in the shed. He must have gotten up to use the bathroom and noticed it from the window.”
Fuck. “Well, that’s just bloody great. It’ll be a miracle if he doesn’t kill me before the end of this trip.”
She shrugged. “What are you gonna do? Get his daughter pregnant?”
I pinched her playfully. “You’re lucky you already are, or I might have.”
After glancing toward the stairwell, I wrapped my hands around her bottom and pushed her down onto me for one shameless feel of her soft flesh over my starving dick.
That prompted her to begin grinding again.
“You definitely need to stop that if you don’t want me inside of you in two seconds,” I warned.