My eyes fly open as I stare up at the man I love. The man who is forever bonded to me by flesh and blood.
My pleasure lasts for long moments, and I feel him release inside me.
My whole body is vibrating, and I’m practically sobbing as I ride the last waves of my orgasm. Nate brushes his lips against mine once more, and he sinks his head against my neck.
Both of us satisfied beyond belief, we lay completely still in each other’s arms.
Chapter Thirty
Nate
I stay inside Cynthia for a while. I just want to feel close to her. After almost losing her tonight, I’m never going to take a single second with her for granted.
I inhale her scent, and I remind myself once again that I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure I stay by her side for the rest of my life.
The riotous sex felt good. We both needed to blow off some steam, and Cynthia and I have a rare physical bond. It’s important for us to enjoy it.
Of course, I know now that our connection goes far beyond the physical. Others might judge our age gap or assume I’m only in this relationshiph to have sex with a pretty young thing, and that Cynthia is only with me for my money and stability, but we won’t care. We know what we have, so the gossip of others won’t affect us. Besides, in the city, no one will be gossipping about us. Manhattan is too big and crowded. It’s not like this small town. We’ll be just another couple.
I roll off her and onto my side next to her. I look at her delicate features, glistening with the afterglow of her orgasm. She looks over at me and gives me a smile.
“Thank you,” she says. “For everything.”
I trail my hand over her torso and let it rest on her stomach. “I should be thanking you. You’ve made me so happy.”
Tears glisten in her eyes and she brushes them away.
“I’ve cried way too much tonight.” She chuckles. “But I’m just so happy. And tired.”
“Well, you can sleep now,” I say. “You don’t need to worry about anything, I’m going to help you through this.”
She nods. “I’ll probably worry a little, it’s in my nature.”
I roll onto my back and pull her closer to me so that her head rests on my chest.
“I’ll have to make sure I keep you distracted and relaxed,” I say.
Cynthis smiles and cuddles closer to me.
We do have a lot to face in the coming days. Cynthia will have to get through graduation, first and foremost. She will have to tell her mother about us and her pregnancy. That conversation might be difficult, but I’m determined to do whatever it takes to show Cynthia’s family and friends that I am worthy of her. And that I’m going to take care of her.
Then we’ll have to find a place to live in New York. Luckily, I’ve spent enough time there and I have enough income that I’ll be able to find somewhere perfect for us in a neighborhood that is close to Cynthia’s school and is good for raising our baby.
It takes my breath away every time I think about it. I’m going to have a baby. Cynthia and I are going to have a child together.
I did want kids, a long time ago. I thought when Lianne and I got married that it was inevitable. Then, when that exploded in my face, and I swore off committed relationships, I figured children were just something I would have to sacrifice.
And now, when I had given up all hope, Cynthia has granted me this unexpected gift. I’m going to be a father. It wouldn’t feel so right if it weren’t Cynthia. The idea of having a family with her doesn’t scare me or make me hesitate. I know it’s going to be ok, because it’s me and her.
I press my lips against her hair.
“How are you feeling?” I ask. “Any stomach sickness or dizziness?”
“Oh, I threw up at the party.”
I sit straight up, startling Cynthia from her resting spot. “What? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Um, I was a bit distracted by you jumping out of the bushes and yelling at me.” She laughs and curls up under her blanket. “It was no big deal.”
“I wasn’t in the bushes,” I grumble. “And I just want to make sure you’re healthy. I’ll start looking for a doctor tomorrow so we can get you an appointment.”
“Who knew you could be this doting?” Cynthia teases.
“I’m going to be the best partner I can be,” I say. “For you. And for the baby.”
Cynthia props her head up and smiles at me. “Stop, or you’ll make me cry again.”
I lay back down and fold her into my arms.
She lets out a hum of satisfaction.
“I love you,” I say. “I’m going to say it every day so you never forget.”
“I love you too,” Cynthia says.
She’s quiet for a while, and her breathing slows. I’m convinced she’s asleep when I feel her stir and say my name.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Do you really think I can do it?” she asks. “Have the baby and do medical school?”
“I know you can,” I say. “Because there’s no one as hardworking and determined as you.”
“And I’ll have your help,” she says.
“And that.”
She closes her eyes and after a while, I can tell she really is asleep. I don’t join her in slumber for a while. I’m content to just lie there, enjoying the weight of her in my arms. I run through everything that needs to get done. I’ll have to find a new renter for this apartment, but that will be easy enough. I won’t bother renting my own house because it will be nice to have a place to go to on weekends and holidays.
I think a three bedroom apartment in New York should be suitable for us. That way Cynthia’s mother can visit whenever she
