“Wheaton, not later. Now. It’s important.”
He groaned at the serious expression on her face andstraightened back up, his hard body skimming hers.
“Okay…let us talk quickly then,” he said with a grimace ashe tried to adjust his leather pants that now had absolutely no room to spare.
Gripping his hand, Poppy led him over to the couch. Beforeshe was able to get comfortable, he pulled her onto his lap and settled herover his erection. Wheaton groaned at the pressure and wiggled his hips to amore comfortable position.
“Talk. Please. Quickly,” Wheaton bit out, obviously losinghis struggle for patience.
“Okay…here goes.” Poppy had practiced this multiple timesover the last week but her palms were still sweating.
As if sensing that whatever she was going to say would besomething important, Wheaton opened his eyes and stared into hers.
“I’m…we’re…” she started.
“Yes?” he asked when she paused.
“Wheaton, I’m pregnant,” she rushed out, staring into hiseyes.
Nothing. No facial expression. No words. He sat there as ifshe hadn’t even spoken. He was stock-still and from what she could tell, noteven breathing. Maybe he hadn’t heard her.
“We’re having a baby,” she tried again.
Wheaton blinked a couple times, sitting completely stillnow. She could feel him holding his breath.
“A baby?” he echoed with a stunned look on his beautifulface.
“A baby.” She nodded with a smile.
His mouth was open and she could see him breathing now. Thehands that had been tightened on her waist were now moving up to push up herT-shirt and hover over her belly.
“A baby?” he repeated again.
And there was that smile she’d been waiting for. His smilewas so big she couldn’t help but mirror it.
“Can I feel it? When did you find out? Have Tamin and Rodinexamined you yet?” he rushed out while rubbing her belly. Apparently so manythoughts were running through his head and half of them seemed to be worries hehad for Poppy and the baby she was growing in her belly.
“Well, you can’t feel anything yet. I’m barely pregnant butthe scan picked it up. I found out right after this whole Hannah thing started.And yes, they have checked me over. Everything so far is progressing great butthey want to rescan me tomorrow morning. They wanted to scan every day but themed center has been so busy we haven’t had any privacy to do another one. Iwant you to be there tomorrow for the next one,” she said to answer hisrapid-fire questions.
He had lowered his gaze to the area that he’d exposed.Seeing his dark, strong hands cradle her belly was so sweet. Before she’d metWheaton, her belly had been something she had sucked in when it was gettingattention while naked. Shortly after they’d started fooling around, Wheaton hadasked why she was holding her breath. At that moment she had a minicome-to-Jesus meeting with herself. Figuring her relationship with Wheatonneeded to start as she meant it to go on, she admitted to him that she was alittle self-conscious of her belly and the flab that seemed to glare at herwhen she scrutinized herself in the mirror.
Normally it didn’t bother her but in their intimate moment,it had made her nervous. What if she didn’t turn him on? She had been insanelyattracted to him to the point of panting—what if it was one-sided? At thatpoint, he had asked her to point out the areas she didn’t like. When she pointedto the waddle under the length of her arms, he stroked that area and gave it aline of kisses. When she next moved to her love handles and belly pooch, he ranhis rough palms over her stomach and sprinkled kisses there. Once it moved tothe area below her waist, she had finally figured out that he didn’t mind hersoft areas. From the size of his erection he had been sporting, he liked whathe saw.
The next morning when they had woken up, he spent the nexthour showing her again what he loved about her body. Wheaton explained thatmany warriors had shown preferences toward softer body types. Poppy figured itwas because everything around them was hard, so maybe they needed somethingsoft around them for a change.
Feeling his palms move, she shivered. His hands were on aseek-and-find mission of her sweet spots. Time to celebrate their baby.
Wheaton apparently did not want to make love to the motherof his future child on the small white couch. Picking her up, he carried herinto the bedroom with her giggling and kissing his neck the entire way.
“I am so happy, Poppy,” he whispered as he laid her backagainst her pillows. “A baby. We are having a baby. Maybe a little girl withhair like yours? Or a boy who will be a strong warrior to help protect his family.It does not matter to me really. I simply still cannot believe it.”
“Me too,” she whispered back.
Leaning down to nip at her lips, he turned a sweet momentinto a much more sensual one with just a kiss.
Moving her hands back to his hair, she pulled him into alonger kiss. One that involved lots of tongue and teeth. Giving her one lastpeck, he moved back far enough to jerk her T-shirt over her head. She laughedwhen her hair flopped over her face, blocking her vision. Blinded momentarily,she could only gasp as she felt his lips on her now bare stomach. His tonguelapping at her waistband, she was about a second from losing her pants. Wantingto watch him as he proceeded to undress her, she leaned up on her elbows.
“Down to my underwear, babe, and you’re still fullydressed.” Poppy pointed out, motioning to his still-clothed body.
“Easily rectified, little flower.”
Moving to the side of the bed, he jerked his shirt over hishead. Seeing his torso exposed, she licked her lips. Apparently he noticed herlip licking if his groan was anything to go by.
Putting his hands to his waist, he unfastened the built-inbuckle on his pants and pushed them over his hips. They were skimmed down hislegs along with his underwear. Once his feet were free of his pants, he satback down on the bed
