Jake Understood

He wouldn’t enter me yet. I was so frustratingly turned on, soaking wet and pulsating with need as he squeezed my hips while I grinded against his slick length. His balls felt hot underneath my ass. The need to have him inside of me was intolerable.

The heat of his breath warmed my entire body as our lips stayed locked.

When he broke the kiss, his breathing was ragged. “I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet for me. You’re more than ready, aren’t you?”

Unable to wait any longer, I positioned myself over him and bore down hard as he sunk into me.

“Fuck, Nina. Ahhh,” he moaned with his eyes shut tightly. Positioning his hands firmly around my ass, he moved my body over his cock as he buried himself as deeply inside of me as he could go. “This was exactly what I needed,” he growled. “God, your pussy is so wet. What’s up with you tonight? I wish I could fuck you forever like this. It feels…so…amazing.”

“I’m really sensitive. This feels almost too good. Is that possible?”

“Fuck, no. No such thing,” he said, thrusting into me harder.

I loved the deep connection of locking eyes with his as we fucked. When Jake looked up at me as I rode him, it felt like I’d gotten completely lost in him. It seemed like he was staring deep into my soul when he said, “This. This right here. Makes it all worth it. I love you, my angel.”

“I love you.”

He dug his fingers into my hair and fisted it. “I’m gonna come so hard right now, Nina.”

“Give me everything. I’m coming, too.”

Jake groaned so loudly, I could have sworn the windows of the Mustang shook.

We were still gasping for air, coming down from our high. Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he continued to look at me like I was the only thing that mattered to him.

I knew that was the moment.

I smiled down at him as my heart leapt for joy. “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

My mouth was shaky as I repeated, “I’m pregnant.”

Still inside of me, he straightened up a bit. “I…I saw the empty box in the trash. I assumed you were upset because it was negative. Oh my God. You’re…” He covered his mouth with both hands. “Holy shit.”

“My hormones have been making me crazy. If anything, that was the reason I left. I took the test shortly before you told me you weren’t coming home. I had been waiting for you to get back so I could tell you.”

His eyes were watering. “This is really happening?”

“Yes. It’s real. We’re gonna have a baby.”

“You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world.” Jake held me close, burying his face in my chest. “I’ll never forget this moment. What started as one of the scariest days of my life ended up being one of the best.”

***

We waited a couple of weeks to tell our son about the pregnancy. A.J. jumped up and down in excitement when we broke the news to him that he was going to be a big brother. He’d stopped asking for a sibling a couple of years back when I explained to him that God decides when to give someone a child, and that Momma and Daddy had no control over it.

A few weeks after we told him about the baby, we were sitting around the table for lunch one Sunday afternoon when our son hit us with an interrogation we weren’t ready for.

I’d been making him a plate when his first question startled me. “You said God put the baby in your stomach?”

“That’s right.”

“So, does that mean God put a baby into Mr. Heath next door?”

Jake spit out his drink then answered, “No. Mr. Heath just drinks too much beer.”

“Oh.”

“Only women can have babies in their bellies,” I said.

“Why? I don’t get it. Why does God only give them to women?”

“That’s a good question.”

“Aidan from school said you lied to me about how babies are made.”

Jake’s fork dropped. Looking like he was going to lose it, he downed his water to keep from cracking up.

“What exactly did Aidan tell you?” I asked.

“He told me Daddy plants a seed in you and waters it. And that makes a baby. Kind of like a Chia pet.”

“Oh.”

Jake’s shoulders shook in silent laughter.

A perplexed look washed across A.J.’s face. “But how does he do it? Plant the seed. I don’t get it. That sounds kind of difficult.”

Thoroughly amused, my husband’s face lit up. “It’s a lot of hard work, son.”

A.J. looked back and forth between the two of us, his spiked Mohawk sticking up in the air. “So, Daddy does all the work?”

Jake shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t mind.”

Crumpling a napkin, I threw it at him jokingly.

“When did you do it?” A.J. asked.

My face must have been a deep shade of pink. I was at a total loss for words and just let Jake take over the conversation, which turned out to be a mistake.

“I’ve planted and watered several hundred, actually. Technically, we should have a massive crop.”

“Can I watch next time you plant one?”

My eyes were bugging out as I threw my fork down. “Okay. I think we’re done with this conversation. After lunch, Daddy is going to take you for a walk to the bookstore. They have a book there that will explain exactly how babies are made.” ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">