Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“In the bathroom!” There’s no better time to tell him than now. I don’t have any grand ideas, and Sly isn’t big on frills anyways. So, I stand in the doorway to the bathroom, pregnancy test behind my back, waiting for him to grace me with his presence. And he does not disappoint. My mouth waters at seeing his big muscular body encased in black on black, dark hair mussed from our kiss earlier, when my hands tunneled through the dark brown strands. His five-o’clock shadow has me clenching my thighs as I think about how it feels along my neck, between my legs, and along my breasts.
“Fuck, Doe.” He stops inside the doorway, hand going to his tie, pulling it through the loop and taking it off. I then watch as his hands expertly undo each button on his crisp long-sleeved shirt. Throat, chest, the light dusting of hair comes in to view, and I may as well be melting into a pile of mush.
“Hi,” I squeak out. His feet are planted as he works the cuff links off his shirt, depositing them on the dresser he’s standing near. I’m receiving my own personal strip show. Sly goes back to unbuttoning each button along his sternum, pulling the fabric out of his pants. I bite my lower lip, using my shoulder leaning against the door frame to hold my body up. A part of me wants to toss the pregnancy test behind me and run toward Sly, crushing my body against his, urging him to pick me up and carry me around like he usually does.
“Come here, Fawn, let me see you.” The cat is definitely about to be out of the bag now. There’s no denying what Sylvester wants. My body could never resist the temptation of his commanding voice. I take one hesitant step after another, hand still behind my back. Sly’s head is cocked to the side, ever the attorney, never missing a single thing. “What are you hiding from me, Doe?” A few more steps, then I’m standing in touching distance. Never one to miss an opportunity to touch me, he moves the hair off my shoulder before his hand slides down the length of my arm, the same one which happens to be behind my back and is pretty significant in the ring finger department as well. My fiancé never gives up a chance to look at the ring he placed on my finger without so much as asking me to be his wife. He simply slid it on and told me to pick a date, soon.
“Not so much hiding. More or less trying to find a way to tell you that, well, I’m pregnant,” I admit as he brings my hand from around my back. I flip it, so it’s palm up, presenting the pregnancy test, the positive sign showing in the window.
“Fuck, yeah.” My eyes water as I watch his move from my face to the test, then to my stomach. He drops to his knees, forehead resting on my lower abdomen. My hand not holding the pregnancy test immediately cups the back of his head, holding the man I love much like he’s always embracing me. I give him time and take a deep breath as tears are slowly working their way down my cheeks. My vision blurs, and when Sylvester’s lips form a kiss on my stomach, I am sinking to my knees as well. I need him too much not to have us on an even level.
“Sly.” My voice is raspy with emotion.
“Fawn.” There’s is nothing but happiness in his tone as he’s maneuvering us until his back is to the wall and I’m straddling his lap. The test drops from my palm, long forgotten as Sylvester’s hand cups my lower stomach, the other gripping my hip, and his mouth is on mine. It’s a kiss of contentment, showing me instead of telling me how happy he is that he achieved his goal of having his baby growing inside my body. “I love you, you and our child,” he whispers against my lips.
“And I love you, forever, Sylvester Sterling.”
Epilogue
SLY
Two Years Later
“Christ, Doe, I’m not coming down your throat. My cum belongs inside of your pussy,” I groan. My wife is on her knees, currently sucking my dick like her life depends on it, probably due to the fact that our son has become a cock block. I love the little guy more than I ever thought possible, but anytime I get alone time with his mother, the baby monitor goes off and he’s wide awake, leaving me with blue balls more times than I can count. After she announced her pregnancy, I called in a favor to a local judge. Eloping was the only option, which pissed off both of our parents. A small dinner afterwards with friends and family was all we needed. Even Sable couldn’t find an issue with the way we went about things. The destination wedding she and Blaire were planning was taking longer with both moms in the mix. I wasn’t taking any chances. I wanted Fawn tied to me in every way possible, sharing the same last name, forever. We went through enough the month before finding out she was pregnant with our son, Zach. Governor Wescott, who is now in a maximum-security federal prison, often in solitary confinement for one reason or the other. Thank you, Jack Peterson, for finding more of his victims, having them come forward and bringing a ring down we had no idea was bigger than him fucking with Boston, Fawn, and myself.