I’m not sure what I expect. I don’t know if she wants to scream at him or have it out. He raises his head, and he sees Jeanette. His eyes widen in shock and he tries to speak.
Bam! The shot rings out in the room.
I look over and see Jeanette tucking the gun into the waistband of her jeans.
“No point dragging it out. I was done with him a long time ago.”
JEANETTE
It’s been a week and I’m finally ready to take the test. I want to be sure before I tell Saint. Lays knows for sure. She is going to bust into a pile of glitter before I ever get the chance to tell him. I swear to God, that girl has the worst poker face. I’ve just kept my pussy on Saint’s face the past week so that she wouldn’t give away the news before I knew for sure.
So here I am, pacing in our bathroom, waiting to see what comes up. I stop and check the pregnancy test, and it’s as I suspected. Two pale blue lines stare back at me, and I feel a warm wonderful sensations grow in my chest. “I’m pregnant.”
“I knew it!”
I let out a little squeak as I’m spun around and around. “Saint! Put me down! I’m gonna be sick!” He must have sneaked in here when I was pacing, and watched to see what happened.
“Sorry, Mama. I’m just so excited I didn’t know what else to do.”
My feet are back on the ground and I grab his arms for support. He goes down on his knees and starts kissing my belly. He sports a huge goofy grin on his face and I realize a second later that my smile mirrors his. I run my fingers through his hair and hold him close as he wraps his arms around me. We are in a bubble of love, and nothing can touch us.
“Oh my God! I’m so happy!”
Well, except the shrill sounds of Layla’s excitement. “Easy, Lays, I don’t want to bust the baby’s eardrum.”
“Oh, shut your mouth! I heard Saint all the way on the other side of the warehouse. I just knew it! I’m so excited. We can talk about babies and names and what we are going to have…and you’re not going to find out are you? Because you can’t find out! This is like the greatest surprise ever! And then we can—”
“Get out,” Saint orders Layla, over his shoulder.
I just laugh and wait to see how Layla’s going to handle this. I look at her and she’s got the biggest pout on her face.
“But I want to talk about babies,” she whines. It really is adorable.
Suddenly, Layla is scooped up and I see the back of Carter’s head as he carries her out of our bathroom. “This discussion will continue!” she shouts over his shoulder as he shuts our bedroom door behind him.
Saint hasn’t moved. He’s still kneeling in front of me and kissing my belly. It’s a peaceful, wonderful moment that I never knew was possible. Deep down I was always afraid to hope for this kind of love.
Suddenly, I feel Saint whisper against my belly, and then I hear him sing. Softly and sweetly, he sings to our baby, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Giant, hormonal tears start to stream down my face, and realize I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.
I look down and Saint looks up at me. “Marry me, Saint,” I whisper, because saying “I love you” isn’t enough right now. I want him and this and our baby. Forever.
“You got it, Mama. Name the time and place, and I’m all yours.”
I lean down and kiss him with every ounce of love I have inside me. And just when I think I can’t be any happier, Saint slips a ring on my finger.
“I’ve been waiting months for you to ask me that question,” he says with a cocky wink. He stands up, takes my face in his hands and proceeds to melt my panties off with that mouth of his.
Life is good.
“Oh! Goddamn, Daddy, that’s it. Right there. A little harder. Oh, fuck. That’s it. Work that tongue.”
I feel his warm mouth leave my pussy and I look down in shock. “What the fuck are you doing? Get your mouth back on my pussy, Saint!”
“Mama, you are going to let everyone out there know exactly what’s happening if you don’t keep it down.”
“I couldn’t give less of a shit, Saint. I want to cum, and it’s our wedding day. People assume this happens.”
“I hate to break it to you, Mama, but this usually doesn’t happen…” he glances at his watch, “…five minutes before we are supposed to walk down the aisle.”
“How else am I supposed to be a blushing bride without the glow of an orgasm? Fuck, I’m horny as shit since you knocked me up. This is your fault for looking so good in a tux, so eat my pussy real quick and I promise to behave the rest of the day.”