Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

OCTOBER

An overwhelming sense of dread washes over me as soon as he walks in the door. My hands become clammy, and my heart races so fast I can hear it pounding in my ears. I should have rehearsed what I would say, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The words felt too heavy on my tongue, as if speaking to them would make them come to life, and I wasn't ready for that. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. His reaction to the news is all I can think about, but as I watch him shrug off his coat and hang it on the hook by the front door, I know I can't wait any longer. It’s now or never.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before blurting out the words that will change everything. "I’m pregnant," I barely manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes widen in shock, and he just stares at me for long moments before finally finding his voice. “What? Are you serious?”

I nod, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I had hoped for a better reaction, but this was not unexpected. We had only ever talked about not wanting kids, and now we are facing the reality of an unplanned pregnancy.

“How far along are you?” he asks, his face showing genuine concern.

“I’m not sure exactly,” I admit. “Maybe six or seven weeks.”

He runs his hands through his hair and paces around the living room, clearly at a loss for words. I can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to do next.

Finally, he stops and looks at me with a mix of worry and determination in his eyes. “We’ll figure this out together,” he says softly. Immediately, tears well up, but I don’t let them fall. Relief washes over me, and I feel myself relax for the first time since finding out about my pregnancy. He’s right; we’ll figure it out together.

I don’t know what we did wrong, and this was neither planned nor ideal, but we were in this together, which gives me a sense of comfort.

He pulls me into a tight hug, and I bury my face in his chest, grateful for his support. The road ahead may be uncertain and filled with challenges, but knowing we face them together makes all the difference in the world. There’s no one else I’d rather be dealing with this with.

In this moment, everything else fades away, and all that matters is us—our love, our commitment to each other, and now, our unborn child. We can figure everything else out as it comes.

I never wanted children because of my crazy childhood, but I am determined to do better with this baby. My thoughts drift to the future, filled with possibilities and uncertainties. But one thing is certain – we will face it as a team, just like everything else we do.

“I need you,” I say, unsure why I need him now, why my thoughts and my body has turned to needing his cock. Reassurance maybe?

“I need you too,” he responds immediately, his eyes never leaving mine. There’s a sense of urgency in his voice that matches my own.

Without another word, he leans in and kisses me hungrily. Our lips crash together in a desperate dance, our tongues fighting for dominance as we both try to express the intensity of our desire for each other.

His hands roam over my body, pulling off my clothes as if they were on fire. I do the same to him, eager to feel his skin against mine. We’re both naked within seconds, and he pushes me back onto the bed.

“Get on the bed,” he growls, his voice rough with need. I scramble to do as he says, flinging the covers down and lying in the middle of the bed.

“Touch your pussy,” he commands, his eyes raking over my exposed body. “Show me how you please yourself.”

Grinning eagerly, I part my legs and run my fingers along my already wet folds. His intense gaze only turns me on more as I bring myself closer and closer to release.

“Good girl,” he praises, his voice hard and low. It goes straight through me, and another rush of wetness gushes from my body. He’s standing at the foot of the bed now, looking down at me with hunger in his eyes as he strokes himself slowly.

I whimper, needing more but unsure what exactly I want from him.

“Eli, please,” I plead with him, my body writhing under my touch. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

He climbs onto the bed between my open legs, his eyes darkening further as they meet mine.

“Fuck,” he groans out loud as if unable to control himself any longer. “This pussy is going to be the death of me.”

I moan loudly as I feel his hard length drag through my wetness, teasing me and making me crave him even more. He presses his forehead against mine, his breath ragged and heavy as he fights for control.

“Baby?” he asks, his voice husky and low. “You ready?”

I am ready—more than ready—and I’m always ready. I need him inside me, filling me up and taking away all the uncertainty and fear that’s been plaguing my mind.

“Yes,” I say firmly, nodding my head with determination. “I want you.”

That’s all the permission he needs. He lines himself up with my entrance and slowly pushes himself into me, inch by inch, until he’s completely buried deep inside of me.

“Oh God,” I moan as he groans my name.

Then he starts to move, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back into me with a force that makes me cry out in pleasure. My nails dig into his back as I cling onto him for dear life, lost in a haze of sensation.

He sets a steady pace, each thrust hitting all the right spots inside of me. My body responds eagerly, arching up to meet his every movement as our moans fill the room.

“I love you,” he groans out between thrusts, his face contorted with pleasure and emotion.

“I love you too,” I pant back at him, unable to form any coherent words as my body spirals closer and closer to release.

He reaches down between us and rubs circles on my clit with his thumb, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It’s enough to push me over the edge, and I cry out loudly, my body convulsing as I come.

I moan as my walls clench around him; I feel him come inside me. Everything is right with the world.

We have a lot of things to figure out, but we don’t need all the answers right now, do we?