“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out, startling even myself. I blink a few times and shake the shock off me. “I wanted to say that in a different way, but I wanted to get it out there. I wanted to throw it in your direction and see how you felt about it.”
Rowan’s elbows are on his knees, hands dangling, and he just stares at me, unmoving, and not saying a word. I think I broke him. “Rowan?”
“What?” he manages to rasp out as he clears his throat.
“Did you hear me?”
“That you’re pregnant?” he asks. “You said you were pregnant. How do you know already?”
“I was sick, but it was too soon to tell on a home test so I went to the doctor to take a blood test. They found elevated levels of hCG in my blood, which means I’m most likely pregnant. They want to confirm it with an ultrasound in a couple of weeks. Everything is starting to make me queasy. I told you as soon as I found out. I swear, I’ve only known for like, a day. I took a flight out here right after the doctor.”
“You’re pregnant,” he repeats.
“Do you still feel that way now? Do you still want it to end with me?”
He drags himself closer to me and puts one hand on my stomach, while the other hand cups my face. “Of course, I do. I love you until the end of time and space, Everly. I can’t imagine this life with anyone else. We’re a family,” he whispers, placing his forehead against mine. “You’ve just made the happiest man in the world.”
A huge sigh escapes my lips. Relief. Excitement. Happiness. “I promise to be better for you. I’ll always try and be better. I never want to lose you again, Rowan. I love you.”
He takes my mouth in a soft kiss, but there is something else behind it. It isn’t desperation, or desire, or frenzy. It’s acceptance and love. “Let’s get out of here,” he says.
“Oh, where do you want to go?”
“I’ll show you. Just come with me?”
“I’ll go anywhere with you.” I place my hand in his. He picks me up in a wedding style hold and carries me down the steps. My arms are wrapped around his neck, and when he jumps off the floor of the house to the ground, I squeak, holding myself close to his chest.
“Like I’d ever let anything happen to my wife. Come on, now,” he grins.
He opens the truck door and lays me down in the cab of the truck, lifting my dress above my head. All the doors are closed, and he darkens the tint of the windows with a click of a button so no one can see what is going on.
Rowan shucks his shirt off, then his pants, and then his long, thick cock is standing straight toward the roof, waiting to penetrate me. “I haven’t had you in days. It’s been too long.” He climbs over me, just like the time in the cab of his truck when we were eighteen and pushes my legs apart.
He doesn’t say anything else. There is no need. We are married. We are devoted. And he is taking me to the end, but only so a new beginning can start. The cab is crammed—granted a little more roomy than the first truck, but he is bigger now, so when he tries to climb over me, his foot hits the horn, making it go off.
I bark out a laugh, watching him struggle to try and find a way to lay on top of me, but he can’t. He is just too big. I push on his chest and make him sit up and straddle his waist. I keep my hands perched on his shoulders and watch his face as I slide down his cock. His mouth opens wide, and his eyes hood. His chest hair tickles my nipples, causing them to bead instantly.
“Didn’t you tell me you’re on the pill?” he asks suddenly.
I nod, barely holding it together from the pleasure. “I was. But it’s not one hundred percent effective.”
“I guess we should use a condom,” he chuckles, unable to keep a straight face.
“It’s a little late for that now,” I moan when I bring myself up and back down.
His hand lays flat on my stomach, and his thumb rubs back and forth across the plains of the flat surface. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is how it is supposed to be. Me, you, and babies. So many babies. We’ll have the most beautiful family.”
I should protest, but all that comes out is a strangled moan because if we have so many kids, it means he is going to be fucking me all the time, coming into my depths. And the thought has me wanting to try and get pregnant all over again.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Rowan. Just as long as I have you.”
He thrusts up, spearing his cock inside of me from the seated position he is in. I hang on to him, clutching onto him as he takes me to cloud nine.
Epilogue Rowan
Seventeen years later…
“You are not going on a date with Crowic Anderson, Lila.”
“Why not, dad? I’m sixteen now! I’m going to date eventually,” my teenage daughter argues as my wife sits on the couch, eating popcorn to enjoy the show. The show meaning us. It’s the same argument we have every weekend, ever since she turned sixteen.
“You want to know why? Because his name is Crowic. That should be the number one strike. Two, you’re too young. You aren’t allowed to date until you’re eighteen, we have talked about this. Three, you know what boys want at sixteen? Sex.
