Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
couldn’t let them in, and they hated me for it.”“My sweet, beautiful girl. You deserve so much more than any of those jerks could give you, and if I could punch Chad in the face, I would.”
“I think he’s part of the reason I lashed out. All of my fears with him came back when you said you didn’t want to marry me. My first thought was, oh God, he doesn’t want me either. It’s college all over again. I know you’re different, Brooks, but my past wouldn’t let me see through the fog of it.”
He presses harder into me, eliminating all the space previously between us. “Now, I understand why you acted out like you did. Dealing with that would be hard for anyone and I’m sorry that you had to go through it. I don’t blame you for running, I just hope you don’t plan on doing it again because I won’t let you.”
I puff out a breath of air. “I don’t. I promise next time I’ll fight for us. I won’t run. Not again. I’ve missed you so much these last couple of days that any more time apart may just kill me. It was pure torture not being in your arms these last couple of nights. I slept like shit.”
“I love you, Mia.”
I sniffle. “I was so worried that you wouldn’t want me. That was the only thing I kept thinking about the whole way here. That’s what made me hesitate. I didn’t want to know that you were done with me. With us. I didn’t want to see the empty spaces where your stuff used to lie just yet.”
“You don’t ever have to worry about that, Mia. You’re not getting away again. I’ll pull you back from the brink every time.”
“I love you, Brooks.”
“Say it again, Pixie.”
“I. Love. You. Brooks Jansen.”
He leans down to my flat stomach and talks to our child. “I love you too, little one. I don’t know if you can hear me yet or not, but know you’re loved. Your parents may not have all their sh-crap together, but we’ll do our best by you.” He lifts my sweatshirt slightly and presses a small kiss to my stomach, and my heart literally skips a beat, and guess what? I didn’t die! It does exist! There, I said what I said!
I reach up and cup his jaw. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.”
He leans down, brushing his nose against mine. “I’m so happy.”
“Really?”
“Of course, how could I not be?”
I lift up, pressing my lips against his lightly, testing the waters. He kisses me back with a fevered passion, and I can’t help but get lost in his lips. He licks the seam of my lips and I open immediately, loving the feel of his tongue wrapping against mine like two lost souls reminding one another of what they once were to one another. Each kiss burns into me, memory after memory. He grabs my ass, lifting me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. It’s been two long ass days without him, and I’m grinding up against him like a cat in heat.
I pull away from him. “Brooks, I’m feeling dirty. I think I need a shower. How would you feel about checking off another on our sex bucket list?”
He whispers into my mouth, “Won’t last that long. Need you now.” He walks over, pulling the blanket and pillows down from the couch, laying me on top of it on the floor. He leans over me, starting to kiss me, pulling one side of my leggings down and off and then ripping the hem of my thong at the hip. I start to huff when he cuts me off. “I’ll buy you a new one, don’t complain.”
“No complaining here, it’s hot when you go all growly alpha on me.”
He makes quick work of grabbing his pants and shoving them down just far enough to get his massively hard cock out. He slips past my entrance with one thrust, not even making sure I’m ready, but I am. Always ready and wanton for him. Consumed with a need that only he can fulfill. There’s a tiny tinge of pain, and then pleasure fills my core.
He kisses my lips, nibbling on his journey down my neck. Pulling my sweatshirt up halfway, I lean up so he can slip it over my head. His lips go back to my chest and continue on their way, pulling one breast into his mouth while his hand works the other.
It’s a sensation overload and everything I need at that moment. He slips his hands down my sides and over my stomach, coming to rest on my mound. His thumb slides down, rubbing circles around my nub, and tingles erupt. I’m about to lose it. I moan again as he leans up to capture it with his mouth. “Yes, Brooks. God, yes. I’ve fucking missed this cock.”
“Mmm… you like that baby?”
“More. I need more.”
“Not gonna last much longer, Mia.” Oh Lord, everything inside me is crashing hard. My orgasm rushes down my body like a crashing sea wave, and it can happily carry me away with the tide.
“I can’t Mi-” He doesn’t even finish my name on his lips before his orgasm crashes into my core. Two hearts mending, becoming one. We need each other like taking the next breath. There’s a lot to learn about love and life, but in this very second, I’m happy. Changed. I’m a believer in love, in Brooks’ love.
We’re going to be parents, and I’m sure along the way we’re going to shit the bed with it, but it’s worth trying because I don’t want to give him up.
The appointment has been scheduled for the past two weeks, and my nerves are on a see-saw these days. Shortly after peeing on all those sticks, we’d gone to the doctor who confirmed with a blood test that I definitely was cooking a bun in the oven.
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