“If you did want to go through with it, I’ll be there for you because I love you. I love you more than anyone or anything else on this giant rock and that will never change.”
I breathed in a shuddering breath, his words touching me even more than I thought possible. “Even if it meant helping me raise a baby?”
“Especially then. I love you, Amber. Every part of you. And if you want to build a family with me, I’m more than happy to give you that.”
Oh boy. Oh boy. How did he always know what to say? My body shook with relief and a flood of other emotions, and when I could finally speak again, words tumbled from my mouth without a second thought.
“I… I’m pretty sure I love you too.” Words I’d never uttered romantically in my entire life. It was a phrase that I had only reserved for Aunt Trisha and Michelle. But now, as I gazed up at his handsome face, I knew that the words rang true.
“Alright then. I’ve got all the time in the world for you to figure out if you are.” He smiled wickedly and pressed one more kiss to the tip of my nose. “Now how about I put you to bed?”
I nodded, tears welling up again from pure happiness. I didn’t know how he had so deeply inserted himself into the inner workings of my life, but I loved it. Mickey fulfilled me in a way I hadn’t even known I was lacking. Not that I was ever incomplete without him. No, I had been my own, fully idealized woman. But with Mickey I was more, and I absolutely loved that feeling.
He stood, bringing me with him, and walked to my bedroom. There he set me gently on the bed, swaddling me in my blankets, before carefully untangling himself from my arms.
“How about I cook you something and put it in the fridge for when you wake up?” he said, already straightening.
But I grabbed his wrist, pulling him down to lean over me. I knew he could have easily extricated himself from my grip, but he didn’t. Because he was so good that way.
“Stay here,” I whispered, half-afraid to say anything and burst the wellspring of happy emotions flooding me. “I want to be close to you.”
“Alright then,” he said, pressing a kiss to me then going about pulling off his house slippers and sweatshirt before slipping under the covers. “I’m right here for you. Whatever you need, whenever you need.” He pulled me to curl into his form and I melted into him. His big, warm hand rested gently on my soft stomach and I thought of it stretching out soon with new life, growing rounder and fuller and… oh wow. That was certainly a heady train of thought. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”
I groaned, nuzzling into his chest before gently pressing against it. He let out a curious rumble but let me push him onto his back.
“I want to make you feel good,” I whispered, needing to treat him like he treated me. Needing to repay him not out of obligation, but out of sheer desire to see him come apart. For him to know how grateful I was.
“Hey, that can come later. You should rest now.”
“No,” I said, crawling down the bed until I was kneeling between his legs. “I need to.”
Just like every other time, he seemed to be able to tell that I wasn’t just whining, that I urgently, direly needed this, and he nodded. “Alright then, baby. I’m yours.”
Yeah, he really was, wasn’t he? The thought made my cheeks flush and I eagerly got to work, my hands finding the waistband of his gym shorts and pulling them just far enough so that his cock could spring free.
Wickedly curved and already leaking, it made me flush with desire to see how turned on he was because of me. I had hardly touched him, and he was already fully erect. Tall and proud and no doubt aching.
It was an exhilarating feeling and I didn’t waste any time, my hand coming out to grip him tightly. His hips jerked a moment, and his hands gripped at the sheets tightly.
Yes, just like that. I wanted to see physical evidence of how good I made him feel so my pride could harp on it over and over again.
I would like to think that normally I was a bit more patient, but I guess that Mickey just brought out the brat in me. Leaning down, I licked a long stripe along the underside of him before taking him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, his hands leaving the sheets and winding in my hair. “Oh, you’re so good for me baby, aren’t you? You look so good, taking all of me in.”