She wouldn’t let that happen even though it was getting harder every day to deny him.
****
Lana’s cunt pulsed around his cock. Kent didn’t want to leave her body. She felt so amazing to him. He held her close and wished they were home in his apartment where he could remove all of her clothing.
“We’re going to John’s house this weekend. He’s putting on a barbeque, and a few of my friends will be there,” he said.
“I’m going?” she asked.
He hated this part of Lana. She always asked permission, as if she was his dirty little secret. Kent loved her. Why didn’t she see how he felt? His family and his friends knew he was in love with her. Why couldn’t she see what everyone else could?
“Of course you’re coming. Lana, you’re my woman. Your place is by my side.”
She smiled. “I need to finish work.”
“I think this is going to be messy,” he said.
“It’s good for you you’ve got a cleaner who knows how to clean this mess up.” He chuckled.
When they were apart he helped her clean the mess they’d created. Kent pushed all of his thoughts aside. He wanted her badly.
“I’ll help you clean,” he said.
She laughed, and together they cleaned up the building. He watched as she moved around the room. His gaze never left hers.
I love her. She’s part of my soul.
He’d phoned his mother about a ring. Kent wanted to make Lana his wife. He loved her and intended to spend the rest of his life with her.
The party at John’s place was also where he intended to propose to her. His family were due to be present. He’d planned the whole event. The last few days he’d been arranging places that would be perfect for him to propose. He’d cancelled three restaurants as proposing in those places had been done numerous times.
Lana didn’t need expensive places. She needed to be comfortable and in a place she could trust. He understood that about her more than she realised.
When they’d finished cleaning his floor, Kent waited for her in the car. She came out of the building, smiled at the security guard, and then made her way to him.
Something was off about her. He’d noticed she was off her food, and when she woke up in the mornings she’d run to the bathroom a few times to vomit.
Was she pregnant?
He couldn’t be sure, and he didn’t want to pressure her. They hadn’t talked about kids, and he didn’t know her thoughts on kids. He knew she liked kids from the way she was with his nieces and nephews.
What were her thoughts on them having kids?
“You’re quiet tonight,” she said.
“Thinking about the weekend. John’s parties are always full of surprises. He’ll probably get the photograph album out for you to have a little laugh over.” He chuckled.
She laughed along with him. “He’s a teaser?” she asked.
“Not really. He takes life pretty seriously,” he said, thinking about John.
Lana grew quiet. They’d argued about photographs before. Kent didn’t want to bring up any bad memories for her.
“Your friend sounds amazing,” she said.
“He is.”
They drove the rest of the way in silence. On the way up to their floor Kent kept thinking about her morning sickness. When they got into the apartment Lana went straight for the sofa. She collapsed on it moaning.
“I’m so tired.”
“Do you want anything to eat?” Kent asked, looking around their space. Their space was cleaner than he remembered it. A chocolate fudge cake was on a cake stand underneath a lid on the counter in the kitchen. She baked a lot, and the staff inside the block loved what she produced. The shelves and counters in the kitchen were filled with her books. He’d also noted some of her ornaments on the counters around the phone.
He’d taken a couple of pictures of her over the weeks and gotten them framed. One was on his office desk at work.
“No, I’m not hungry,” she said, grumbling.
Kent helped her into bed and then walked through to the sitting room. He picked up his cell phone, checked the time, and tried his mother.
Penny answered on the third ring. His mother was known for her late nights and early mornings.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“I was wondering if you’d bring a pregnancy test on Saturday.”
His mother squealed. “Oh my God! Derek, wake up. Lana’s pregnant.”
He waited for her to calm down before talking. “I don’t know if she is. I’m going to propose to her on Saturday, and then we’re going to do the test. I don’t want you to rush ahead,” he said.
Kent grew exasperated as Penny kept talking about grandbabies and preparing for the future. He rubbed his eyes.