My Ward My Woman(25)

My reasons for bringing her here were twofold. First and foremost was to get her well and on her feet again. The other. I didn’t want her to accidentally hear any whispers. I on the other hand kept my finger on the pulse of what was going on back home.

The news around town was that Jessica was on the run from the law. My lawyers had done their jobs well. Before I left we’d filed the complaints against her. At about the same time, Ralph was giving me the news about what had really happened to her.

Apparently my head of security was fond of deep sea diving. The ex SEAL was into diving with sharks. That’s where he’d let some asshole lock him in a cage and drop him to the bottom of the ocean. Fucking nuts.

Crazy or not, it came in handy for what we needed. While the residents of our little close knit community were gossiping about where she could be, and the shit she’d done, she’d already been eaten by sharks.

I didn’t ask for details of how he’d done it, but I was sure she was dead before she went into the water. For his extra curricular activities, Ralph received what would’ve been the first year of child support. All in all it was a pretty good deal.

No one suspected and even if they did there was no way they would turn their sights on me, I wasn’t there after all.



By the time we headed back home, we’d put it all behind us. Jessica’s name was never mentioned between us and to keep it that way, I got mom to get started planning our wedding.

She now had all her energy back, which meant my ass was constantly on the go. She had a few weeks left of her last year of school and we had a doctor’s appointment. She wanted to put it off because she said if we were wrong, she wanted to have a few more days of believing it was real.

I didn’t argue but I knew. Even the heat in her pussy was different. Her nipples were more sensitive and I couldn’t keep my hands and mouth off of them. Her thin ass still hadn’t gained an ounce so it was easy for her to doubt.

Bearing in mind that she was carrying my child I took even more care of her. By the time the doctor confirmed that she was indeed with child she was walking on the clouds.

“Do you want a boy or girl daddy?” We were in bed as usual and she was sitting on my cock teasing the shit out of me. “It doesn’t matter, whatever it is it’s a part of you, a part me; it’ll be perfect. Now move or I’m taking over.”

“No, you promised.” Yeah, I did. It was her reward for doing well in school and passing with honors. “Okay, but you’re killing me here, my cock’s about to break the fuck off.” She paid me no mind, just kept up her teasing shit. Riding my cock one minute and squeezing me with her pussy walls the next.

I knew how to get her to behave, how to take over and find the release I so badly needed. I placed my hand on her tummy, letting my thumb trail down to her clit. “My baby’s in there. I made a baby in you.” She stopped and her eyes grew soft as she leaned over to reach my lips.

One kiss grew into two and I whispered how much I loved her as I turned her to her back and took the reins. The doctor had reassured me that it was safe to have her, but still I went slowly. Her body was more sensitive now, and it didn’t take long to bring her off. Just a touch of my tongue against her nipple, or a press of my thumb on her clit.

I did both and her pussy clamped down on my cock as she came. Her cries and pleas for me to fuck her harder made me rut in her like I hadn’t already bred her.

It was a totally different experience fucking her while she was carrying my child. Words cannot express the overwhelming love that wrapped itself around my heart as I clasped her to my heart just as my cock began to answer the strong pull of her pussy as she came.

“Solomon.” I knew that tinge of fear in her voice. I’d heard it each time her orgasm was too much and she lost her breath and all control of her body.

“I’ve got you babydoll; cum.”





Epilogue





SOLOMON





“Ouch.”

“What, what is it? What happened?” I rolled to shield her body with mine in my half wake state. She was rubbing the huge mound of her tummy and pouting.

“Your child won’t keep still in there.”

“Again? Doesn’t he sleep? He already kept me up half the night with his shit. Disrespectful.” I yawned and dropped my head back down on my pillow.

“Kept you up?”

“Well, yeah. Each time he moved, you moaned and I heard it even in my sleep because I haven’t had a full night’s sleep since you took over my life. Don’t laugh; it’s not funny. Bad enough, after the little shit gets here I won’t ever sleep again until I’m in the grave. The least he or she could do is let me get these last few weeks of rest.”

“This I have got to hear. And what pray tell will be keeping you from sleeping peacefully?” I looked over at her. She was beautiful, radiant even. Her hair had grown out and thank fuck the curls were back. Her face was soft and her eyes bright with happiness, just the way I like her.

“You’ll see. I already stay up all night worrying about you, I’m pretty sure with a little one it’s going to be even worst. You’re going to worry about them, and I’m going to worry about you worrying. So let’s make a deal now. I’ll do all the worrying, all you have to do is enjoy the good times.”

“You’re nuts.” That’s what she thinks, she’ll see. She has no idea what it’s like to be responsible for another being. To know that their happiness, their joys and sorrows, their very safety, is in your hands. You go to sleep worrying and wake up the same. The years may change, even the worry does too, but there’s always some fuck to worry about.

Right now my biggest worry is this birthing thing. Try as I might I can’t seem to get a straight answer from anyone. Some of the women at her Lamaze class bullshit say that the first time can go either way.

Some say the first had them in labor for days, some said hours and a handful said it took mere minutes. I still don’t know what the fuck. And whoever came up with the idea of showing a live birth to a room full of pregnant women, some of them there for the first time should be shot.

I damn near did shoot the instructor, who thought that shit was funny. I still don’t see the humor, shit made me sick for days. Mom volunteered to go after that, but I couldn’t hand over my responsibility to someone else. Ever since she’d been hurt I’ve stayed on top of her. She doesn’t step one toe outside unless I know about it.

She bitches and moans but I listen to her gripes and carry on as usual. Her new team, and hopefully the last, are all ex military. They know they don’t answer to her, they answer to me. The first few times she tried to go over my head she found out real quick just how that shit worked.

Both times I was waiting for her at the unscheduled destination.

When she finally realized that they weren’t like the others that she’d outmaneuvered time and again, she called me a warden and claimed our home was a prison. Once I reminded her that the women in prison don’t get to fuck as often as she did, she piped the hell down.

Now for the last couple nights she’s been restless and my fear keeps growing. Though she will never know. Whenever she gets scared, my strength and reassurances clears her mind and she goes back to being my happy babydoll whose only worry is what new way she can turn my days upside down.

“Go back to sleep.” I rested my hand over hers on the child in her womb and prepared to keep vigil over both of them, as she got comfortable in my arms. “I can’t, he won’t let me unless he gets what he wants.” I rolled my eyes over her head. I wonder what nasty shit she was gonna ask me to get her from the kitchen.

“Okay what’s it gonna be this time?” I waited and hoped I didn’t lose the last thing I ate because of what came out of her damn mouth. “Pickles…and jelly, grape jelly.” She rubbed her tummy like that shit sounded right. I didn’t utter a word, just left the bed and went after her latest whatever the fuck you wanna call it. At least it’s better than the pizza with icing she’d had the night before.

I wasn’t sure what the hell she was carrying around in there that made her crave the disgusting shit she’s been scarfing down, but the doctor insists it’s human.

I went back with her order and watched in disbelief as she dipped her pickles in the jelly and ate appreciatively. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you staring at me?” Dip crunch.

“Babe, seriously, what the fuck are you eating?”

“What? What’s wrong with it?” I knew better than to answer that shit or next she’d be telling me I don’t love her because she’s fat. Which would then start her crying and then I’d have to fuck her and she was too close to her due date so I can’t, which my balls can attest to.

It’s some kind of colossal joke. The closer she gets to giving birth, the riper and more fuckable her body looks to me. I look at her round tummy and her fat ass and huge tits and all I wanna do is mate. But if I fuck her I might hurt her. Where’s the fairness in that shit?

So every night I lay next to her and have an argument with my cock, which so far I’ve been winning but it’s been close. She scratched the stretched side of her tummy as she finished off her last pickle.