Chapter 201: Scott — We're getting married (1)

Backtracking into the room, I closed the door and locked it again. Then I turned around to face her, sliding the sleep mask off my face. Fuck bad luck. I was by her side. She had nothing to worry about. There was no way this moment was happening without me looking her in the eye.

"I'm seven weeks. Everything's fine, but you know that already. You probably read my notes so you know I've only known for a week," she rambled nervously.

I stared at her, love surging through me as the moment overwhelmed me with joy. I didn't know she could make me happier today. Even though I already knew, I had been waiting all week to share it with her. It was just different now that it was out there. I felt like I could breathe again. Enjoying every moment of her pregnancy by her side would be the biggest gift. My eyes slowly trailed down her body.

She was anxious. Frustrated with my silence. But what could I do when the sight of her in that dress took my breath away? She was a beautiful mess once more, just like the day I met her. Only her tears weren't sad ones today. The streaks on her cheeks, her messy hair meant she took my dick really well and we both loved it.

The photographer first, I sought to compose myself from behind a lens, picking up the camera around my neck and taking a photo.

"Magnificent. God-like. Beautiful doesn't cut it, Stace," I said, taking a deep breath before I took the strap of the camera off and set it down on the floor, slowly closing the distance between us.

"Did you hear what I said? I'm pregnant. Don Luciano is pregnant. Vulnerable. What if my child can't outrun my legacy? What if I'm as bad as Collette at being a mom? I put my own father in a hospital. I'm a fucking mess. We're not ready. What about National Geographic or me starting my own firm? What if—" she spat out, panicking as she rattled off all the reasons she couldn't face her pregnancy.

All the other stuff was filler. All she needed to know was I was in this with her.

"I heard you. I'm ready, Stace. We're ready," I said, dropping to my knees when I was before her, laying my head against her belly and wrapping my arms around my waist. "About damn time you told me," I said, letting out a sigh of relief. "You have no idea how happy I am right now."

"Oh yeah? This top the blow job then?" she asked teasingly, calm seeping into her voice as her body relaxed against mine while she played with my hair.

This moment was worth the wait. She had to know if I wasn't wholly and completely devoted to worshipping her before, I sure as shit was the moment I found that sonogram on the kitchen floor.

"Fucking obviously. I'm so overjoyed you're going to make my grown ass cry," I said, my voice hoarse with emotion as she started sobbing.

"What if I can't protect my family?" she asked, letting her biggest fear slip out of her mouth.

"Don't piss me off after making me so happy," I said, looking up at her with tears in my eyes. "Our child. Our family. My wife. Mother of my child. My everything. I hope you enjoyed hearing me call you Kendrick because today will be the last time. You're about to take my name. We already share everything. Why do you think the responsibility of protecting our baby will be any different? Just do one thing for me, okay? Slow the fuck down. You fucking have us going through books so fast my brain's about to explode."

I laughed alongside her, my heart doing flip flops watching her let go for me and the few, simple words of reassurance I gave her.

My life will be making you laugh like that, Stace.

Her body shook in my arms for the new trigger phrases. She was still laughing, but the way she trembled for my pet names flipped a switch in my brain like it always did, killing the laughter in my throat.

My hands slipped up her dress, gliding up her smooth legs and delicious thighs.

"Are you wearing the lingerie I picked out for you?" I asked and her laughter abruptly stopped.

"Absolutely not. You said in my mouth or in my pussy. What the fuck is wrong with you? My ass. My mouth. Are you going for the trifecta?" she yelled sternly.

I hadn't thought about that until she brought it up. Since she did though, I gave her a shrug.

"Things change. I still have one sexual favor to cash in. If my whore is trying to dissuade me from fucking her, pointing out that the only hole I haven't had in the last few hours is her pussy in her sexy, angry voice isn't the way to go about it, baby," I said, getting stuck on that last word as my hands slid over her garters, between her thighs and neared her pussy. "I guess you can't be my baby anymore, can you?"

That last sentence got me a growl and a murderous glare, making me chuckle.

"Why the fuck not? I came before him or her," she insisted, momentarily distracted by her jealousy from her campaign to shut things down.

"You can't seriously envy our unborn child," I said, slipping past her crotchless panties to insert two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

The lingerie was the last straw. I was fucking her, end of story. The turn ons were so abundant, my brain was a lust-induced mess. My dick was hard and throbbing painfully, desperate to be inside her despite her blowing me only a few minutes ago. All I could think of was fucking her pussy silly.

"Scott," she said, her attempt at a reprimand turning into a whimper. "We don't have time for this. My make up, my hair. All those people that will show up soon. The ones already out there," she complained, but she had her eyes shut, showing so much trust in me, her lips slightly parted as she moaned for my fingers already working her fuck hole fast.