“Too bad.” He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses my fingers. “I’m going to enjoy telling our kids the story of how we started dating.”
I groan. “No don’t! I’m embarrassed just thinking about it.”
“Pepper,” he says gently, and I look into his eyes again. I’m immediately ensnared in his gaze. “Now that I’ve found you, I know that you’re all I need. I would absolutely love to have a baby with you.”
Tears spring to my eyes and quickly spill down my cheeks. I don’t bother to wipe them away as I squeeze his hands. “Let’s make a baby then.”
Rob grins at me like he’s been waiting all night for me to say just that. I let him guide me onto my back and enjoy the sight of his broad shoulders and that handsome mien hovering above me, the way it was always meant to be. I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my fingers into his thick, dark hair. Then I close my eyes as the future father of my children kisses me with the sweet tase of sugary whipped cream lingering on his tongue.
13
Rob
* * *
Two months later.
Although our relationship is still a secret, Pepper and I have been unable to stay away from each other. We make love without protection every time so that we can conceive. We haven’t succeeded yet, but we aren’t concerned; she’s young and fertile, and I’m a proven commodity. I’m already a babydaddy, so I know a pregnancy is just around the corner.
One Saturday morning, I wake up late because I’m off today. Heck, it’s almost one p.m., a bit late to make myself a cup of coffee, but I still do it. I stand in the kitchen with the mug and stare out of the window above the sink. Outside, there are a few inches of snow on the ground, and the trees are dark and bare. But inside, it’s toasty and warm even in a t-shirt and loose shorts.
But the house is quiet. Too quiet. I’d love to have my curvy girl here, her hair mussed and cheeks flushed. Even better, I’d love to have a baby clattering a spoon while grinning at me from a high chair while another baby nurses from Pepper’s breast.
I heave a sigh and think about texting my girl to see if she’s free, but then her car pulls into my driveway. Perfect. Seconds later, she unlocks the door and lets herself in. We’re so comfortable with each other now, and she treats my home as her own. That’s how I want it.
“Rob?” Pepper’s gentle voice calls. I hear her stomp off her boots on the rug and unzip her coat.
“I’m in the kitchen,” I call back. “Do you want some coffee?”
“No thanks!” She rushes into the kitchen and beams up at me, looking absolutely gorgeous. Her dark hair hangs in loose curls down her back and the tip of her nose is pink from the cold. She’s holding something behind her back, but I can’t see what it is.
“What’ve you got there?” I ask.
“I won’t be drinking another cup of coffee or beer or wine or anything like that for a while, Rob. You know why?” she asks with a delighted smile.
And then I understand. I stand straight and place my cup on the counter. “Pepper, are you…?”
“Yes!” she blurts with excitement. She presents the test to me, and the blue lines reveal the truth. “I’m pregnant, Rob! We’re pregnant! Can you believe it?”
“Oh, baby girl…” I gather her into my arms and lift her off the ground. She squeals and giggles as I twirl around with her. An overwhelming swell of emotion courses through me and incredible happiness blossoms in my heart. I’m going to be a father again! Pepper’s so overjoyed that there are literally tears on her cheeks.
“Rob, I love you,” she murmurs, her face buried into my neck.
“I love you too, baby girl. I love you so much.” I set her back down on the ground, and hold her face in my hands, reveling in her beauty. She’s like the Madonna expecting a child, with the same virginal grace and serene calm.
I smile at her and lean down to seize her mouth in a passionate kiss. And then that kiss turns into another, and another. I drag my lips down the side of her face as she moans, tugging down the neckline of her sweater to nibble at the warm, smooth skin hiding under it.
She moans and wraps her arms around me, and sure enough, I feel my cock begin to stiffen. My fingers fumble as reach between us to undo her jeans.
“Oh, Rob,” she whispers. “Here?”
“Mm,” I hum against her skin, slipping her jeans and her panties over her ass. I lift the curvy girl again so she’s sitting on the counter, and she shakes her legs until her pants fall to the floor.