Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
We’ve been trying to show some restraint these past few months. We aren’t idiots, just incredibly horny, and sometimes we were horny enough to ignore consequences.
“Even covered in cum, you’re still fucking gorgeous, Red.”
“As sexy as it makes me feel, I don’t think I’m going out onto the beach wearing this.”
Maui. A bit cliche, but I need a change of pace after the winters of Linesworth. We’d enjoyed the beaches a bit, but we’ve been spending a whole lot of time in our hotel room recently for quite obvious reasons. When we did go out, I’m not wearing much. A bikini with a sarong over my legs, as well as a pair of sandals.
I giggle to myself imagining that outfit with Hood’s cum still glistening to myself, and me acting like it’s the most natural fashion choice in the world.
Unfortunately I have an annoying sense of decency that got in the way. Damn.
I sit up, and the simple act makes the room spin a bit. I shake my head.
“Should I order us breakfast, Red?” He asks, sitting right beside me.
“I don’t know. As soon as the adrenaline of us fucking went away I’m reminded that I kinda feel like shit. Dizzy, and wondering if I should be closer to a toilet in case I need to start puking.”
“So... you’re feeling sick... in the morning?” He muses aloud.
My eyes go wide as the reality dawns on me. I do some period math and it doesn’t really help me feel any better.
“I’ll call the front desk and have them bring some tests up,” Hood says, grabbing the phone. Isn’t he the considerate one, given that me feeling like this is probably his fault to begin with.
We’ve talked about this. He wants them. I want them. But this is so fast. It’s one thing to throw the two of ourselves into this whirlwind romance, as we’re both consenting adults who can do whatever we please. But a child?
A child makes it more real than a marriage ever could.
A few pregnancy tests arrive. Apparently they asked what brand Hood wanted, and he said he doesn’t care, just that they should furry up and send some. So he got three.
“Uh... maybe you should take all of them. You know, just to be extra sure.”
I shake my hood. It’s an odd request, but hey, I’m going to be peeing on things anyway, so why not?
A short time in the bathroom later I come out, and wait for the directed time to pass. Hood seems nervous, and I do too.
“What do you want it to be?” I ask.
“I want it to be whatever it is,” he says.
“Hood, I don’t want to trap you into something you’re not ready for, you know.”
“Trapped? What do you mean trapped? Is building a family with me that terrifying to you?”
“I’m just... I don’t know if you’re ready for this if the right amount of lines appear on those tests.”
“I’m with you, babe. I’m with you no matter what. Zero kids or a million, I’m your man and I’ll always be your man.”
I grab the tests off the nightstand.
Positive.
Positive.
Positive.
There’s no getting around it, is there? “I’m pregnant.” It’s a bittersweet feeling, my doubts breaking through for the first time in months.
Hood, though? He gets down on his knees, and kisses me right on my currently flat belly. “I can’t wait to see you swell with my child, babe. For your tits to become huge and milky. Then for you to grow our family. After that? Maybe we’ll start the process over.”
I giggle. Why did I ever doubt him? He’s with me. He’s even horny for the idea of me being pregnant as all hell.
“Well, then...” I say, leaning back, my hands going to my pussy lips and splaying them open. “How about you have a look under my hood?”
He grins, shaking his head at my dumb joke. Then he kisses me again, right where I suggested he do so.
God, what a man.
EPILOGUE TWO
HOOD
ONE YEAR LATER
She’s finally asleep.
I’m surprised how difficult it is to get her to do so. She’s a precious little thing, but damn is being a Dad exhausting.
Sure, I heard all the warnings and people saying that it’s one of the most exhausting things to ever do, and it’s a lot tougher than they say, but really?
I love it. I love my darling little Aurora, just as much as I love my woman.
Yes, she’s named after the princess from Sleeping Beauty. Red wanted to keep on the whole fairy tale theme, and with how much she screamed and put up with for nine months, I wasn’t going to disagree with her.
Not that I would. It’s a beautiful name.
I rock Aurora as I carry her to a crib. I set her down gently, and make sure the baby monitor is working. I’m always worried about her, and the monitor hasn’t failed me yet, but it doesn’t stop me from double checking every time.