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I wipe away the tears with the back of my sleeve. “I can’t believe this. You’re literally making all of my dreams come true. Could you be any more perfect?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. Come look at this view.”

He leads me to the back of the house, toward the sitting room. I step through the door and lose all of my cognitive abilities. I’m stunned. There are no words.

The entire back of the house is made of windows. In the corners are more of the wood lace details. Some of the windows curve like an old greenhouse so that I can see the sky above me as well. There’s a small fenced yard in back. Plenty of room for a garden, and playhouse when our child comes of age. The rest of the view is nothing but ocean. The sky is bright blue with low-hanging clouds of pure, fluffy white. In the distance there are sailboats and a charter boat. Farther from that is a shadow of an island. I can’t believe this is the view I’ll see every day when I come home from work. This is what I will get to look at while I’m feeding our child. I can definitely see myself here with my little family for the rest of my life.

“Let’s go upstairs. I want to show you our bedroom,” Paul says.

We go upstairs. There are more of those Victorian touches all over the house and the modern ones, too. We go into our room. There’s another wall with windows, but there are more modern gadgets and décor in here than there is in the rest of the house. Paul pushes a button on the wall and the drapes start to move from the center of the window to the walls in order to expose the view. In the bathroom, instead of the claw foot tubs I’d seen in the bathroom we passed by downstairs, there’s a Jacuzzi tub. That will be nice to sit in for hours, and there’s plenty of room to fit Paul and I comfortably should we decide to share a bath—which we most definitely will if I have anything to say about it.

All the furniture in the room is the stuff Paul bought me for the apartment. He must’ve cleaned the place out. I can’t say I’ll miss that place. At least here we can be as noisy in the bedroom as we’d like without getting the neighbors involved.

I’m standing at the window looking out when Paul comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds my growing baby belly. It doesn’t take much to get me started these days. Just the slightest touch from him can get me in the mood. Hell, even the wind blowing against my skin gets me in the mood most days. It’s almost as if my nerve endings grew nerve endings and they’re all on ecstasy. I’m experiencing new touches and feelings for the first time.

When he moves his hands beneath my shirt to touch the skin on my belly, I lean against him. My nipples are hard, almost aching, begging to be touched. My boobs have grown an entire cup size. Paul has seemed to make it his personal mission to fit the entire thing in his mouth like he had when they were smaller, but so far he hasn’t succeeded.

He brushes his thumb against the taut pink nubs, and that alone turns me into a puddle in his arms.

“I want you so bad right now,” I say. “Get naked.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says in a deep, breathy voice that drips with longing.

As soon as I hear the buckle on his jeans hit the floor, I turn to him and push him back onto the bed, helping him with his shoes and the rest of his clothing. I’m wearing a shirt and skirt, so I’m out of those in no time.

As much as I love foreplay, I’m beyond that point. There’s a deep craving inside of me. A need for this. Right now I’m a sex zombie and only having him inside me will stop the hunger.

He’s hard and ready for me. I hover over him until we’re in alignment, then sink down into him and feel the excruciating relief of having him inside me.

Not only are my breasts swollen, but so are my insides. The pillowy flesh of my canal clings to his shaft like a suction cup. Every time I rise up off of him, he lets out a sound that’s almost like a growl, then a long breath of relief when I sink back down.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he says as I ride him.

He holds his hands on my ass to regulate my speed. If it were up to me I’d be slamming myself onto him, but he’s afraid I’ll hurt myself and the baby—even though the doctor said sex (even the fast kind) is perfectly safe.

Still, even slow and steady is fine with me as long as he’s filling me up. I close my eyes and roll my head back, feeling more content than I ever have before. Though being pregnant at twenty-one isn’t exactly what I had in mind for my future, I wouldn’t change a thing. This is my happily ever after.





Chapter 8


Paul




Three Months Later.





I never meant to fall in love with my best friend’s daughter. I’d never even been all that attracted to younger women before, and had only dated women my age. In fact, the one date I had gone on with someone younger than me—a twenty-five-year-old nursing student a friend of mine had set me up with—I found her to be a vapid, overly exaggerated blowup doll without two brain cells to rub together. I was truly afraid for those who may one day be in her care.