Chapter 10

My graduation was this afternoon, and it’s official. I’m a graduate of Georgetown University. May and I went out to dinner alone, but now we’re about to host a party. Her sisters are getting ready in her room. I am about to let may know that I’m about to run down to the corner store for more ice. The door is closed over but not shut. I’m just about to knock, but one of her sisters starts laughing loudly, giving me pause. I pull my phone out of my pocket, thinking that I’ll just text her when their conversation captures my attention.

“May! Look at your sweet little baby bump!” What the fuck? Baby bump? I try to process those words but fail. Baby bump…

“Shut up, February!” May whisper-yells.

“You still haven’t told Logan,” another one asks. “May! That’s going to bite you in the ass.” Damn, right it is.

“No. Now shut up. I don’t want him to find out that I’m pregnant like this. It’ll kill him. But the bump is cute, isn’t it?” I can imagine it. I knew something was up in the back of my mind. Her boobs are bigger. Her belly was a little rounder. I would never say either of those things to her out of context, so I didn’t bring them up. She hasn’t needed tampons. I knew, but she never said anything, so I didn’t think about it too much.

PREGNANT! My May is pregnant, and she hasn’t fucking told me? I… can’t breathe. I’m going to be a father, and she hasn’t said a fucking word.

I stumble back from her bedroom door—the one she hasn”t used in days—into mine. I shut the door behind me and sat on the edge of my bed.

I take a deep breath and try not to think about the fact that my mother died giving birth to me. Sure, she had no business being pregnant, given her myriad of health problems, but she was. She died twenty-six minutes after I was born. I have no idea who my father was. I don’t think my mom knew either. My grandparents raised me until they died. I went into foster care when I was nine. At thirteen, May came into my world, and I knew right then and there that things happen for a reason. So why hasn’t she told me she’s carrying our child? Because, of course, it’s our child. It never crossed my mind that it’s not my baby. I was her first, her only, her last.

I am so fucking mad right now. Standing, I clench my fists and push all my anger down. Now isn’t the time. I know she’ll tell me when she’s ready, though I can’t figure out why she’s not telling me—unless she thinks I won’t be a good father. But I will be. I’ll be the best husband and father. She’ll see. I’ll never leave her. I’ll never cheat on her. I’ll never hurt her. I’ll show her every fucking day that she made the right choice.

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ONE WEEK LATER

My internship ended and I’ve started the police academy. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking tired in all my life. May still hasn’t told me that she’s pregnant, but now that I know, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. Her belly is out, and all I want to do is touch her there. Kiss her there. I’m still pissed, but I’ve processed it, and I can’t wait to be a father. When I went to the big box store earlier today, I bought a newborn gender-neutral onesie with ducks on it and hid it in the trunk of my car. I want to do this out in the open with her. I keep willing her to tell me and it’s getting harder and harder to keep it to myself.

When I come out of the shower, she’s already in bed, waiting for me.

“How was training today?” she asks, setting her Kindle on the nightstand.

“It was good. Thank God I already went to the gym as much as I did. I think I’d be dead if I didn’t.” She smiles at me as I climb into bed naked. She’s wearing my Georgetown Baseball t-shirt.

“You’ve always looked good in my shirt, baby,” I say as she moves over to me. My cock hardens as she fists it in her tiny hand. “But you look even better with nothing on,” I groan.

“Do I?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm…”

“Are you wet for me?” I ask, reaching for her. She spreads her legs. My fingers find her wet core, and I swipe through her folds and bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.

“Yes. I always am.”

“Fuck. You’re such a good girl.”

“You want to ride my cock?” I ask. I may seem like I’m in charge, but I’m two seconds from begging her to do it.

“Yes,” she says, scrambling to climb on top of me. She slides her pussy over my cock before she sinks down on it. I rip the shirt over her head and sit up to feast on her tits. She moans, dropping her head back.

“Fuck, May. You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m yours. You’re mine too.”

“Yes, baby. I’m all yours. No one else’s.”

Her little pussy clenches around my cock at my words, and she screams as we come together. I fill her with seed, but my cock stays hard because I know it’s already hit it’s mark. She’s bred. She’s mine forever.

Fuck, I love this girl.