“You heard me.” I moved her aside, opened the car door, and leaned in to start the engine. My radio was still tuned to the forties station she and Abby liked, and I turned up the volume. The song playing was a ballad, an instrumental big band tune I recognized but didn’t know the name of. I rolled down the windows and shut the door. “Will you dance with me?”
“Wes.” She looked around, her cheeks coloring.
I took her hand. “You once said that you’d always say yes if I asked you to dance.”
“Did I?”
“Yes.” I pulled her into my arms. “And I intend to hold you to that promise. Forever.”
“But kids could be watching.”
“I don’t care who’s watching. In fact, I wish everybody in the entire world could see us right now.”
She laughed as I swayed her to the music. “You’re crazy.”
“Nope. I’m just in love.”
“Me too,” she said softly.
I pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. “I’m never going to let you go.”
She laid her cheek on my chest. “Good.”
I took her to my house. “I only have one piece of furniture,” I said as we walked in the front door, “but it’s the only one I care about right now anyway.” Taking her by the hand, I led her up the stairs to my bedroom, where we undressed each other and slipped between the sheets. I didn’t even have curtains on the windows yet, so the room was bright and I could admire her naked body all I wanted.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I told her, running my hands all over her golden skin. “The most beautiful girl in the world.”
“Oh, stop.”
“I mean it. I thought so then, and I think so now.”
Her voice softened. “Thank you. You make me feel that way.”
I pressed my lips to her bare stomach. “Hi, baby.”
She laughed gently and played with my hair.
“I love you,” I said to the life inside her. “You surprised us, but I love you. And I’m so grateful.” I kissed her belly again and laid my cheek on it, looking up at her. My heart was fuller than it had ever been.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“How lucky I am. How crazy this is.”
She smiled.
“How fun it will be to watch your belly get enormous.”
“Hey!” Laughing, she slapped my shoulder.
Grinning, I sat up and stretched out next to her, placing a hand on her stomach. “I can’t stop touching you.”
“No complaints.”
I kissed her, pulling her closer to me. She reached between us and stroked my cock, which was already hard and aching for her. The hand that had been on her stomach slid lower. She moaned and moved her hips against my hand.
“Wes,” she whispered against my lips. “I want you so badly.”
I turned her beneath me, and knelt between her thighs. My fingers slid inside her with ease.