“No arguments, Chrissy,” he says firmly. “I’ll have the jet waiting, take you to the hospital… an American hospital,” he adds bitterly and I can read the disappointment in his eyes, knowing he insisted we take the yacht a million miles from anywhere.
I have to admit, I get worried too on the trip back. I’ve never felt so lousy in my whole life, even with Logan at my side I still feel terrible.
I perk up on the flight home, suddenly feeling guilty, as if I’ve ruined our holiday, but in the morning, once we land it starts all over again.
We’re in the waiting room of the Logan Parker research hospital a few hours later. Logan insisting on every test available, the best doctors, and no stone unturned.
His worried look has me worried. He doesn’t let go of my hand the whole time, only taking it to his lips to kiss every chance he gets.
“Whatever it is Chrissy we’ll beat this,” he promises me, making me feel sicker than ever like I must only have days to live or worse.
“I’m scared, Logan,” I tell him, and he holds me, promising that whatever happens he’ll be right by my side.
It seems like hours, but after all the poking prodding, scans, and peeing into cups and having so much blood taken I feel faint; we see a familiar doctor reappearing.
Logan stands up, looming over the man, looking annoyed at the doctor’s smile and ordering him to give it to us straight.
“Just tell me what’s wrong with Chrissy,” he barks at the doctor, who opens a folder, handing something to Logan, who looks puzzled, turning the paper this way and that before it clicks.
“A little on the small side for six months. But...perfectly healthy, Mr. Parker, I can assure you. Congratulations! You’re going to be a daddy. Chrissy, you’re gonna be a mommy!”
Logan kisses me so hard until I realize it’s me kissing him like this.
“I love you, Logan Parker. You’re the most perfect man alive,” I tell him, feeling his hands move from my face to my belly, cradling me like I’ll shatter at any moment.
“And I love you, Chrissy… Mommy…” he says the word again, a silver line at the corner of one of his dark, smoldering eyes, a little red with tears of joy.
Extended Epilogue
One Year Later
Logan
The Father-Daughter week has become an institution, an annual feature at Logan industries, thanks to Chrissy. And her dad of course.
She’s made it a week where girls of any age can get a feel for any number of departments within the company, with a scholarship set up for every successful applicant who qualifies for an internship. It pays them a real-life wage while they learn the ropes, making internship a real stepping stone, and creating future leaders from day one.
Chrissy shared my wish for a regular house in the suburbs, but we’ve kept my top floor apartment, handy for feeding times and naps… and when mommy or daddy need some special quiet time in between business meetings.
Charles, Chrissy’s dad, is very accommodating when it comes to this and has no problem watching baby Samantha while we have our own private meetings upstairs.
Lately, though, there’s been some tension in that department.
“I just don’t feel very sexy, Logan. I want to be more for you… I mean, less oh! You know what I mean… look at me!?” she often exclaims, but I can’t see the problem.
“I see the most beautiful woman in the world,” I tell her truthfully, feeling myself getting harder by the second, even though I know she’s trying to start something else.
“Is this how you want me?” she asks, getting upset. “Barefoot and pregnant? A constant cycle of fat then saggy, stretch marks and swollen nipples?” she says, trying to stay mad, but my eyes on her, my growls of interest cancel all of that out.
“You’re not barefoot.” I correct her, and as far as I know, she’s not…
The thought occurs to me, filling my chest with a tightness like I want to shout out with surprise, but I’m still not sure yet.
I get distracted by the shape of her, her thick nipples showing through her white business shirt, those shirts she keeps stealing from my wardrobe… those shirts I love to watch her wear with nothing else on.
“I just want to be sexy for you, Logan. I want you to…” but she doesn’t have to finish, I show her what she does to me.
I open my pants and she gasps, biting her lip as I groan loudly.
“Chrissy, come over here and feel just how sexy I think you are,” I command, feeling my heart pounding in my ribs as she wipes a tear away, starting to purr… starting to make that little sound that tells me she’s ready for me.
She turns away from me, hitching up her skirt and I hear myself making the sounds I make when I’m about to lose control. It makes her smile as she turns to face me, leaning over my desk in my office.
“Come on over here and show me what you can do to me,” she replies, and I don’t need any encouragement.
Gripping those hips with my hands, running one over her fine ass, I push her legs further apart in one movement, making her grunt as I slide my hardness up between her thick, milky thighs.
I inhale sharply, feeling her cool grip as she reaches around to guide me inside her, my cock starting to twitch at the sensation of her hot wetness against me.
“Wait a minute,” I shiver out loud, trying to find a degree of control. “Did you say barefoot and pregnant?”
She growls in reply, sliding back onto me and doing that thing she does, moving her hips and grinding every inch of me, letting me feel every part of her in one movement.
“Uh huh,” she puffs, picks up her pace as I grip her harder, hearing my own breath catching
