Then I kiss her forehead and hold her and let her sleep.
She deserves it. I know that she's been taking care of the baby.
I’m so happy to be back with her. I stay awake listening to the sound of Bella's snoring and keeping an ear turned towards the crib, just in case my daughter cries.
I still can't believe that I get to say the words “my daughter.”
I can't believe I'm a father as I didn't think that would ever happen.
But now I’m so glad it did.
And there is no one better for it to have happened with than Bella.
Chapter 17 – Bella
I wake up happy to be in Steve’s arms once again. I feed the baby and then Steve and I lie there in bed talking about all of this.
"That's strange because I never told my brother anything about this. I never told him about the hook up or about the fact that you’re the baby's father. I don't know how he could know," I say.
"I don't know either. It's all still so confusing to me," Steve responds.
We're still in bed as we debate this some more.
"So, what do you think it is that’s been making him so upset at you?" I ask.
"Honestly, it really could be anything. I mean, I had accused him of being jealous about the football thing and he denied that, so honestly who knows," Steve answers.
I'm grateful that Janice is giving us this alone time together. Not only are we reconnecting, but we can also even talk about this issue. I really do owe her for bringing Steve back to me.
"Maybe he could just sense it. Like, he's intuitive?" I guess.
Steve shrugs his shoulders in response.
"I don't think we'll be able to figure this one out," he muses.
I don't say anything. I know it would mean a lot to both of us to be able to have an answer because Derek is my brother. He's also Steve's best friend. Orwas. But the bond that all three of us used to share seems to be sort of destroyed now.
Steve senses my dismal mood. He leans in and kisses me, and I kiss him back. We start playing around like that until it leads to more.
We wrap our arms around each other, and Steve gives me a lingering kiss that ignites desire all throughout my body. He slips his hand between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy.
His fingers stroke my throbbing clit. They poke into my hole, causing my juices to spill out. I fight back a moan and bite my lower lip. He pulls his fingers out. I spread my legs as he climbs on top of me.
I'm definitely getting used to this again. I feel his dick slide into me and it’s so massive as it fills my hole completely. He thrusts me slowly. I want so badly to cry out, but I don't want to wake the baby.
I whisper, "harder, faster” and he responds with a soft moan and then gives into my request.
Our gentle lovemaking turns into passionate fucking. It hasn't felt like this since our first night together. I feel like a woman who is desperately in love. He pounds deep into my pussy as I hold onto him.
I feel like he's making love to all my curves, not just me. He buries his face in my breasts, kissing and sucking them.
I want to cry out in ecstasy. It's so difficult not to do that. He's the only person on earth who can make me feel like this. I have to fight back the urge to climax already. I want to hold out as long as possible. I love having this man inside of me.
He reaches his hand down and runs his fingers over my clit. Between that and the fucking, I'm getting more than enough stimulation.
I can't fight it back any longer. Soft whimpers escape my lips. My body shakes as I feel my fluids rushing out. I feel dizzy, weak, and euphoric as I orgasm. I think I might pass out from the delight.
I feel his warm ejaculate shoot into me. He gives me several good pumps. He's out of breath.