She looked up at him. “I’m pregnant, Dec. Of course I’m scared! I’ve never been pregnant before. I’m not even together with my baby’s father—”
“Not if I have anything to do with it. I want us to be together.” He narrowed his eyes and held on even stronger.
“I know what you want. But I don’t know if it’s what I need.”
“How in the world can you even say that? You’re carrying my baby. Why don’t you want to raise our child together? I’m… I have no words right now….”
“I can’t turn a blind eye to the past year, Dec.” Bree slipped out of his tight grip and sat up in bed. She tugged her towel close to her heaving chest and looked down at Declan.
“You’ve hurt me,” she held her hand up defensively, “I know you didn’t mean to. But I tried so hard to get over you when you said you didn’t love me. I don’t know if I can take another round of heartbreak. Especially after having your baby.”
“You still have it in your head that I’m going to leave you. I’m not your Dad, Bree.”
Declan knew it was a low blow, but he needed to say it. She was hiding behind a wall of hurt, and he needed to tear down that wall to bring her over to his side.
“Well, you still haven’t said what I needed to hear. So… No. We are not together. Maybe, after some time. I don’t know. Just give me time, okay?”
“People are going to come at you with questions. You know that right?” Declan said as he perched up on one elbow.
“You don’t have to look so happy about it!” Bree bristled, and he chuckled.
“It’s just a matter of time, Bree. You, me and Little Love belong together.”
“Hmm.”
He kissed her shoulder. When she didn’t complain, he trailed his tongue over her goose bumps upwards to the spot where her neck met her shoulders. She shuddered, and he smirked against her skin.
“I love finding all these little spots, Love.”
He eased her back against the mattress and unfolded the towel from her heaving chest. She looked up with her lust filled eyes. He leaned in and whispered against her lips, “I can’t believe we’re having a baby, Bree. You’re making me the happiest man alive.”
She threaded her fingers through his black hair. He kissed the corner of her mouth.
He slipped out of his boxer briefs. Her warmth and tightness welcomed him in when he entered her. She arched from the bed with her eyes rolled back into her head.
He licked and nibbled her lips. She opened up and gasped when he picked up speed.
Unbelievable that she’s carrying his child. The thought almost made him come alone.
He grabbed the back of her knee and brought her leg up over his hip. This new angle had her crying out in pleasure.
“Oh, Dec. I’m so close. I… ooooh.”
He wanted to go as deep as possible. If he didn’t already made her pregnant, he wanted to do it now.
“This is going to be hard and fast, Love.” He was almost there with her. She shuddered and bit the back of her hand while she came. Stars appeared before his eyes and his ears drummed.
Fuck. How was it that every time with Bree got better? More intense.
When she opened her eyes, she smiled at him.
“Wow.”
“I know,” he said before he kissed her shoulder.
“Are you ready?” Declan asked as they stood hand in hand on the porch.
“Ready as I’ll ever be…” Bree tried to joke.