Chapter 16

Idig in Sawyer's diaper bag to pull out the envelope. The very thing that will give us direction to move forward.

"Ready?" I look up to Weston sitting by my side on his couch.

"Yes," he responds and nods for me to go ahead.

I tear open the envelope, its contents holding the key to what our future will look like. This moment has been consuming my every thought for weeks now. We"ve barely spoken since, but I couldn"t erase him from my mind even though I tried.

I unfold the paper and scan the text, searching for the answer I desperately need. My eyes widen in realization as I read the results: 99.9% probability of paternity. Oh my God, Weston is Sawyer"s father!

"Shit," I breathe out, my voice barely audible. "Weston," I say, looking up at him with shining eyes filled with joy and relief. "You... you"re Sawyer"s father." My voice quivers with emotion as the weight of that truth settles over us.

"Seriously?" he blurts out, his eyes widening in disbelief. He looks from the paternity test results to me, then back again, trying to process the information.

"It's true. It"s right here. 99.9% probability." I smile, holding out the paper so he can see for himself.

Without another word, a wide grin spreads across his face as he leans close to kiss me tenderly, unable to contain his happiness.

"Presley, this is incredible! I"m... I"m a dad!" His voice breaks with emotion and laughter through his tears.

"I can't believe it, but I couldn't be more thrilled," I admit.

His eyes are shining as he looks at our son, nestled peacefully in his father's arms.

"Welcome to the family, Sawyer," he murmurs.

Weston places Sawyer back in his infant seat and secures him in before turning towards me.

"Presley... I love you." Weston"s words are heavy with devotion, and my heart skips a beat.

"I love you too, Wes." My voice trembles.

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply.

Our lips part, and he looks at me with such love in his eyes. I can feel the sincerity in his gaze, the depth of his affection for me as well as our child.

Our little family feels complete. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, I wouldn"t trade it for the world.

"Come on, let"s get this little guy home," Weston suggests.

"Sounds perfect," I reply.

As we pull up to my house, Sawyer is fast asleep in the back seat. I carefully lift him out of his car seat, trying not to wake him, and place him gently into his crib. Weston watches me with a soft smile before taking my hand and leading me towards my bedroom.

"Presley," he whispers. "I want to be close to you."

"Me too, Wes," I reply with my heart racing.

We enter my bedroom and start undressing each other, our actions slow and deliberate. Our eyes never leave each other"s as we lay down, and I immediately place myself under Weston's hoovering body.

As Weston enters me, I gasp at the sensation. It feels like coming home, as if this is where we were always meant to be. Our movements are fluid, a melody of our love for one another.

Suddenly, I feel a warm dampness on my chest. My breast milk has let down, and it starts leaking onto the sheets. I blush, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Hey... uh, Wes?" I stammer, not sure how he"ll react to the situation.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" he asks, concern flashing in his eyes.

"My... my milk just let down. I"m sorry, I didn"t mean for it to happen."

"Presley," he says with a tender smile, "don"t apologize. This is natural, beautiful even." He hesitates before asking, "Can... can I try some?"

"Are you sure?" I ask, surprised by his request but touched by his open-mindedness.

"Absolutely," he replies.

"Okay," I agree. As he starts sucking the milk from my breast while still inside me, it feels so damn good. His hard sucking sends a wave of electricity straight to my core. The sensation of him drinking my milk is incredibly erotic, and I admit to Weston how much it turns me on.

"Holy shit, Wes... this is going to make me come. I never expected it to feel like this."

"Me neither, Pres," he confesses, his voice husky. "But it"s amazing... just like you."

Our bodies move in sync, as Weston continues to suck while thrusting inside me. The combined sensations are driving me wild.

"Weston... I"m so close," I gasp, feeling the pressure building within me.

"Come for me, Pres," he breathes into my ear, his voice strained.

Our eyes lock onto each other as his pace quickens, and our breaths come in short, ragged gasps.

"Presley..." Weston groans, and I can tell he"s on the brink.

"Weston!" I cry out, unable to hold back any longer.

In perfect unison, we climax, the waves of ecstasy crashing over us as we cling to one another and share a tender kiss.

"Pres," Weston whispers, his eyes filled with love and vulnerability, "You and Sawyer mean everything to me."

My heart swells with emotion, and I squeeze him tightly. "We"re a family now, and nothing will ever change that."