CHAPTER 149

CHAPTER 149
POV ELIZABETH

These past two weeks felt like the longest of my life. My
anxiety was through the roof—I was dying to have my first ultrasound. Even
though Matthew had accepted the baby, I still needed to know who the real
father was. But I didn’t tell him I had scheduled my appointment, and
coincidentally, it happened to be on the same day as my mother’s wedding, which
only added to my nerves and anticipation.At several points I thought about going with him, so we’d
find out together. But I was afraid of how he might react if the baby wasn’t
his. Maybe, just like me, he had some hope that it was his. And that
fear consumed me. So I called Mad and Charlotte to come with me.That day was packed with emotions—my mom’s wedding, my first
ultrasound, and finally discovering that Matthew was the father of my
baby. When the doctor said I was six weeks along, Mad, Charlotte, and I went
wild with excitement.A wave of emotion washed over me. I wanted to scream it to
the world: Matthew is the father of my baby! But I held back. I even skipped
the spa with my mom and Mad so I could prepare a surprise for him.I spent the whole afternoon working on it. I was nervous,
anxious, bursting to tell him, but I held it in—I didn’t want to ruin the
surprise.Even though he had accepted the baby as his, I knew that if
he wasn’t the father, William’s shadow would always linger over our
lives, and that wouldn’t be easy for him. But now, our happiness was complete.
There would be no shadows of the past or of our mistakes—only growth and
learning. I’m not saying that if the baby had been William’s, it would have
been a mistake. It was a consequence of my complicated relationship with
Matthew, filled with lies and missteps.As he read the letter, I watched him, deeply moved. I could
see just how happy he was.I walked over slowly, and when he saw me, he hugged me
tightly. We cried together—but they were tears of joy.He pressed his forehead to mine, caressing my face, and I
closed my eyes, soaking in his tenderness.“Thank you, my love… thank you for this beautiful surprise
and for the gift growing inside you—a little piece of each of us, and a big
piece of our love,” he whispered between my lips, and we started to kiss. It
was deep, passionate. Our tongues danced, and his hands gripped my waist,
pulling our bodies even closer.Kissing, we made our way to the bed. Without breaking
contact, he sat down, and I climbed onto his lap. Our kisses intensified. His
hands roamed my body, caressing every inch he touched. Our kiss turned hotter,
more urgent. His hand slid down to my thigh, moving toward my intimate spot. I
moaned as he touched me through my panties.He pushed them aside and began to stroke me. His fingers
spread my lips and circled my clit. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept
kissing him while he slipped a finger inside me. I moaned into his mouth and
gently pulled away.Standing in front of him, I slipped off my robe. He slowly,
carefully removed my panties. I bit my lip and turned around so he could unhook
my bra. I stepped forward and let it fall, and he stood, embracing me from
behind. I felt his hard length pressing against me through his pants as he
cupped my breasts. I closed my eyes and began to sway my hips in a sensual
rhythm. He moaned in my ear, gripped my waist tightly, and pulled me closer,
making me feel his firm, delicious hardness, while I pulsed with desire.I turned to face him and began unbuttoning his shirt. I
didn’t care about ripping a few buttons off—I needed him. After his shirt was
off, I unzipped his pants, kissing his neck as I sank to my knees to finish
undressing him, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs, which made him look
insanely hot.I paused for a moment to admire him. Then I finally slid
down his underwear, and his thick, hard cock sprang free. I stood up, pushed
him gently onto the bed, and got on all fours to take him in my mouth. I sucked
him hard, deep, taking all of him. The more he moaned, the more I tightened my
lips around him, devouring him, until he came in my mouth. I swallowed some,
and the rest dripped from the corner of my lips.Afterward, I climbed on top of him, positioned myself, and
sat down hard on his cock.“Baby… do you think this position could hurt the baby?”
Matthew asked, concerned.“Of course not!” I smiled and started to ride him.As I moved on top of him, I rubbed my clit, and Matthew held
my breasts, looking at me with both lust and love.He bent his knees, pulling me down so I was leaning over
him. I braced myself with my arms on the bed, and he began to thrust into
me—deep, strong, delicious strokes. I moaned louder and louder as he went
harder, and we came together.(…)After we made love, he carried me to the bathroom and gave
me a warm, loving bath. Then we locked the door—since Mad was home—and lay
naked in bed, cuddling and chatting.“Emma was chatting up Wesley at the party,” Matthew said,
running his fingers through my hair.“I noticed. Too bad it was just chatting. If it were me, I’d
be making out with that hottie by now,” I teased, smiling.He narrowed his eyes and raised a brow. “Babe, Emma is
underage.”“So what? I never cared about age. At her age, I was already
dating older guys—mature and put together ones. Sure, there were a few boys,
but that was just a phase… Nobody’s perfect.” I laughed, and he gave me a
disapproving look and rolled his eyes.“All right… let’s change the subject.” He kissed the top of
my head. “I have a present for you.” He got up and picked up his pants from the
floor.