Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-Three

Bonny

Everyone in town seems to be here in Grayson's backyard. Friends, family, every nurse my mom has ever been around and… I think one of her professors in college, who looks like he might be flirting his behind off with her… ew! I breathe through my nose and try to keep my tummy from rising up again. I feel like crap, but no one is going to find out. I slap on my smile and hide my sickness behind it.

It's been three weeks since me and Gray first made love, and I've spent a lot of nights here with him. Last weekend he even told me to bring Tandy. He surprised both of us with a full bedroom complete with a little princess bed and a tiny white vanity that has real working lights on it so she can do her faux makeup when she's over. It made me cry so hard. And Tandy loves it. She invited Mom over to show her and Gray made her dinner when she came.

I love how he loves the people close to me, and how he wants to take care of them as much as I do. Even Candy has softened towards him. Just last night we went on a double date with her and Storm, and had a blast together!

I think we might be going to a wedding soon if things keep heating up between her and Storm. I can tell he loves her when he looks at her. I see it now because I see it every time I wake up next to Gray. I couldn't ask for anything more. So why am I so nauseous?

My mind turns back to weddings. He mentioned something about wanting me to be his wife, but we've not talked about it since then and I'm too afraid he'll tell me he doesn't want to move that fast if I were to ask him. How would I even take that? Technically, we've already moved at breakneck speed telling each other we love one another and practically living together in such little time. Maybe one more thing might throw the good thing we have off. I should probably just keep my mouth shut.

The smell of barbecue hits me in the face, and I have to make a mad dash inside. I pray so hard that I don't run into anyone while I make my escape to the second-floor bathroom. I don't think there will be so many people here, thank God! My stomach lurches again as I think about what I would do if I met my mother on my way, but thankfully I don't. I make it into the bathroom safely. And just in time.

I barely get the toilet flushed before someone knocks on the door. Shit!

"Just… Just a second." I turn the sink on hoping it will cover the wobble in my voice.

"Bunny, are you alright, darlin'?" At the sound of his voice, I want to cry and curl up in his lap so I can rest. But we have so many people in our backyard.

"Gray," I say his name softly, even as I go to the door to open it for him after I swish my mouth out of course. "I don't feel great, baby."

The back of his hand comes up to my forehead checking for a fever. He scoops me up and starts taking me to our room. "You don't have a fever, bunny. What's going on?"

"My tummy isn't happy. The barbecue made me so sick, the scent of it." And normally I love a good barbecue. He sits with me in his lap on the bed. And I am right where I want to be.

"Really." That's all he says and for a long time, we just sit like this with neither one of us saying anything. "Do you have any other things that aren't feeling well or maybe seem off somehow?"

That's a weird question.

"I don't think so. Why do you ask?"

"Haven't you been hurting?" He asks softly.

"Hurting?"

"Your breasts have been really sensitive lately, remember?"

"Oh yeah." Memory floods back to me. "They have been a little tender. Do you think it's the flu or something? Does that cause your boobs to hurt?"

"I don't think so, sweetheart."

I pull back away from him so I look at his face. He knows something. Something he isn't telling me. "Is…it worse?"

He kisses me senseless before all the worst-case scenarios play out in my head. When he finally pulls back, I suddenly don't care about being nauseous or that anything is off. I just want him…but there are people everywhere. Damn it!

He gives me a broad smile before bringing his fingers up to play over my cheek in a sweet brush of skin against skin. I want to lean into him and purr.

"Bunny…I think you might be pregnant."

"What?!" I am off his lap so fast I get a little dizzy and have to hang onto him when he rushes over to me. "You… I… I can't be."

He rubs his lips against my own. "Bunny, we've been fucking like, well, rabbits, my love. I've dumped so much cum in you, it's crazy to think you aren't pregnant by now."

I sink back down on the bed but bring my hand up so it can entwine with his needing his touch.

"You think…?" I turn worried eyes up to him.

"I do. Yes. And there's not a thing to be worried about. This was going to happen sooner or later. I'm…," he bends down in front of me, "I'm hoping you are."

"You…you're hoping we are?" He nods. "But…we haven't talked about it and you haven't said anything else about…well, you wouldn't have to for us to have a baby together, but…"

I dance around the subject of marriage, but Gray can read me too well.

"Are you serious? Hell yes, we are getting married. I told you, I want to make you my wife."

"Once. Then you never mentioned it again."

He snickers before pulling me down for another kiss.

"Baby, I told you I love you, practically moved you and your sister in, and can't live without you. How much further am I going to be able to push before you become overwhelmed and tell me to slow my ass down?"

Silence greets him for all of maybe five seconds before I launch myself at him. We both fall to the floor with him taking all the brunt of the small fall. He rolls us so he's on top of me and my legs come up around his hips. Our mouths clash in a sultry kiss with both of us pouring our love and joy into it. His mouth trails down my neck and further, yanking my sweater from my shoulder.

"We have to take a test." He says the words in between kisses.

"Test?"

"Yeah, a pregnancy test to make sure. And then we have to find you a doctor. Do you want to tell your mom and Tandy before or after we go to the doctor?"

While I'm thinking he pulls the sweater fully off me. "I think…after. So we're absolutely sure."

"I'm going to make you a wife just like I made you a mother, quick and forever."

I laugh and run my hands up under his shirt so I can touch his chest.

"But first I'm going to make love to you so we can celebrate."

"But we don't even know yet. We should go buy the test after the cookout?"

"We don't have to. I bought a bunch when your breasts started getting tender and you didn't have a period. There's probably fifty here."

"What? Oh my God, Gray! You…you really want this, don't you?"

"I want it all with you, bunny. Every moment, every milestone, every dream both of us have ever had. But right now…I want to make love to you more than taking my next breath."

I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck.

"But Gray…what about the cookout and all those people."

"Those people are our friends and family. They won't be surprised at all that I'm up here making you happy while they are down there celebrating, love. They won't be shocked at all."

The sounds of the cookout carry through the house to us, but we pay it no attention as we come together and show one another all we mean to each other. And all we dream about doing together. I'm not sure how I found this love with Grayson but I do know it is the sweetest treat I could ever be given.