Chapter 35 – Hope
“Was that Eve leaving just now?” asked Darren, popping his head around the corner. When my mother and I said our goodbyes, I was overwhelmed with joy and found myself crying happy, cleansing tears.
I nodded in response to his question.
“You’re crying, but you’re smiling?” he asked, understandably confused.
I laughed, brushing away my tears.
“Yes! This was a happy visit and these are happy tears. Thank you so much for going to her and making things right.”
He sighed, relieved, like the weight of the world had just been lifted off of his shoulders.
“Phew! I’m glad to hear that. Because I have something that I need to say before anything else happens.”
“Okay,” I told him. “Because my mom said you had something to tell me…”
“Shhhhh,” he said, interrupting me from continuing my train of thought.
He came over to where I sat on the bed as if he couldn’t wait another second, knelt down in front of me, and held my hand.
“Hope, I love you. I want to be with you forever. Please stay with me,” he said. “Don’t leave after the baby is born. I’ll still pay you, of course. I’ll pay you whatever you want. What’s mine is yours. Just don’t leave the baby and me. Or Bryant either. We need you.”
He was pleading, begging me to stay. The timidity in his voice let me know that he was baring his soul in hopes that I wouldn’t shatter his poor little heart to pieces.
“I love you, too, Darren,” I admitted to him. “And I need you, too. I’ll never leave if you don’t want me to. I love you too much to leave. And it’s not because of the baby. The baby is just the icing on the cake. I love you for the man that I’ve grown to know. I love you for the beautiful, kind-hearted, and generous man that you are on the inside. And not only that, you are beautiful on the outside, too.”
He looked at me as if he were trying to see if I was playing a joke on him or lying. When he saw that I wasn’t, he reached up and took me into the tightest hug that he could muster. For a second, I thought that he was going to squeeze all of the breath out of my body. But, I didn’t care because feeling the genuineness of his love made my heart happy.
He scooped me up in his arms and then he laid me on the kitchen counter.
“There are a lot of things I’ve been wanting to do to you,” he said, as he tore off my clothes and then his. “And I’d better fit them all in before your baby bump gets too big.”
“Oh really?” I asked, looking up at him as he spread my legs and stuck his cock into my willing pussy. I seemed to be perpetually wet for him. “What other things do you want to do with me?”
“Oh, I have a certain fantasy of walking through the woods, carrying you while I fuck you,” he said. “I built this house for me, but now it’s become ours, and that just seems like the perfect thing to do to christen it.”
“Wow,” I said, liking the idea. “Let’s go outside and do it.”
“Nah,” he said, shrugging and smiling. “It needs to be snowing outside. But for now, we have this perfectly good kitchen counter.”
“We sure do,” I told him.
He pinched my nipples and I jumped even more than usual, surprised at how much it hurt.
“I think they’re sensitive,” I joked.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “You’re pregnant now. And I’m truly happy about that.”
“Me too,” I told him. “Now that everything’s straightened out with us, I couldn’t be happier.”
“How’s this?” he asked, moving his hand down to my clit and rubbing it.
“Oh, my God,” I said. “That feels even better than usual. My nerve endings must be extra sensitive due to the pregnancy.”
“I think it increases blood flow,” he agreed.
He thrust in and out of me, rubbing my clit until I was close to coming. Out of habit, he grabbed my hair and said, “Come for me.” Then, he let go and said, “Sorry. Sorry. I almost forgot you were pregnant. How could I forget already? I just got caught up in the moment and lost my mind. You do have that effect on me.”
“It’s fine,” I laughed. “You can still pull my hair, even though I’m pregnant. And get back to it, please, because I’m about to cum.”
“Oh, good.”
Relieved, he grabbed a hold of my hair and really pulled it hard. I went with the rhythm of his cock slapping into my pussy on the granite countertop until both of us were coming.
“This feels so good,” he said, as he shot his cum into me. “This is exactly what I love to feel.”
“Me too,” I told him, as both of us panted and grunted.
Then, he pulled me up close against his tattooed chest and whispered, “I love you, Hope. Thank you for having my baby.”
He truly loved me. I had never been so happy.
“I love you, too, Darren. And I’m glad to live here with you forever.”