“Not with my child they don’t. She’s going to have the best of everything. Private schools, dance lessons, anything her little heart desires.”
Jack was really getting off on this and I was somewhat amazed. “What if she turns out to be a he? The other kids might pick on our boy if walks around in a tutu.”
“It’s going to be a girl. She’s going to have your eyes and my mind for business. You just wait and see.”
I found it heartwarming that he wanted a little girl, but I could see him pampering her until she was so spoiled no one could deal with her. “I’d rather have a little boy that looked just like his father, but either way, as long as she or he is healthy, I’ll be happy.”
The nurse walked in with my pills and I took them, thanking her. She handled my discharge papers while Jack went down to pay off the fees. I was going to be a mother. That pretty much changed everything!
chapter thirteen
Becoming
We had a small ceremony at Jack’s family home a little less than a month later. Things were happening so quickly, I wasn’t sure what was real anymore. I would have been happy going to the courthouse to seal our union , but he wasn’t having any of that. To quote, “No wife of mine will stand before some indifferent judge while becoming mine for life.”
I gave into that request, but only because he hadn’t touched me since we’d discovered I was pregnant, and I needed some leverage. I knew my body hadn’t changed much yet, so it had to be from fear of hurting the little one growing in my belly. Since the doctor – one of the best in the country according to Jack – had told us we could continue having sex, I was frustrated by his lack of initiative.
We’d arrived in Paris hours ago to start our honeymoon, and while I was amazed at the beautiful villa we were staying in, I was tired of sitting around doing nothing when I wanted my husband in bed!
Jack had determined I needed to rest after the flight, and I’d refused to do so unless he joined me. I discovered that he was willing to do almost anything I asked since the start of the pregnancy, which was okay, except I’d rather him tell me what I could do to please him.
He wasn’t the controlling man I’d come to love and I started to worry that he would never return. Not that I didn’t like having a little more freedom, but… I don’t know how to explain it. I missed that dominant presence. Of course he had no problem making sure I ate everything the dietician he’d hired said I needed for the well-being of junior, but that wasn’t what I needed.
He was watching television in bed with me, and I turned over to my side, studying him. The man was simply beautiful, dressed in only his briefs. Long muscled legs, that sexy ripped stomach of his, and those beautiful hands. Mm, I wouldn’t mind feeling those playing over my skin at the moment.
“Do you not want me anymore, Jack?” I was so frustrated with his lack of attention lately.
He turned over to face me a look of shock in his deep blue eyes. “Why on earth would you ask me that?”
“You haven’t touched me in weeks.” I was sulking, and yes the pregnancy hormones made me moody.
“Baby, my cock aches to plunge inside that hot pussy of yours, but I’m not sure I could be gentle.” My gaze roamed down across his six-pack and the appendage he referred to was hard and ready.
Without thought, I slid my hand under the waist band of his underwear and grasped him firmly. “Then don’t be. I want you so much, Jack!” In our relationship before I’d always let him take the lead, but he wasn’t leading me anywhere lately. All we’d done is cuddle and my frustration level was through the roof.
His hand covered mine and his grunt of need didn’t go along with how he removed my hold planting my hand back on my own stomach. “No, Emily. I could hurt you or the little one, and I’m not taking that chance.”
Tears filled my eyes at his rejection, and I turned to my side to hide them. “You don’t want me.” I hiccupped through a sob, my emotions flying off the charts at that new found knowledge.
He cradled against my back, his cock hard and twitching against my ass, and I knew that part of him did want me. “Slide off those little panties before I remember the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this.” He sighed in agitation, and I wasn’t sure whether to be thrilled that he’d given in to me, or angry that he didn’t really want to love me.
“Just forget it.” Sniffling, I tensed against him, the latter winning. If it was so hard to make love to me now, then I didn’t want him doing me any favors.
“Emily Duncan, you will do as you’re told. Now!”