Chapter 14 Hope
I was so lost in my thoughts on that drive home that when I pulled into the driveway, I almost didn’t remember how I’d gotten there. When I had left the house tis morning, I had no idea how it would end up. His request was definitely a game changer. I wasn’t going to tell my mom about it yet because I didn’t know what I was going to do.
I glanced over the contract again and my palms began to sweat. What was I going to say? Should I toss the application out the window? What he was asking for would be giving up a huge part of myself that I didn’t even know existed yet. People say that motherhood really changes you.
Or should I turn back around and sign the contract? I was beginning to get a headache just thinking about it.
I came up with a quick story to tell my mother and crossed my fingers hoping that it would convince her that I wasn’t lying.
I could hear the TV blaring from the living room as soon as I walked in the door. Mom had fallen asleep in front of the TV again. Slumped over with her head on her shoulder, she looked like a baby herself. I was going to let her sleep. And head off to bed myself. It had been a long , tiring day and I welcomed the chance to unwind and process the events of the day.
After a long shower, I put on my fuzzy pajamas and climbed in bed. I thought that I would have drifted off to sleep right away, but I didn’t. I was actually laying there wide awake, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
My thoughts were on the weightiness of the decision that I had to make, but it was also on something else.
Something naughty.
I kept thinking about Mr. King. His scar might have been scary to some, but I thought that it gave his face some character. And even with the scar, I could tell that he had a pretty cute face. I had beautiful, sharp eyes that seemed like they knew everything. There was something about him that just drew me to him like a moth to a flame. It made me want to know him more.
And he made me horny. Just thinking about his hands all over my body excited me. I touched my own body, caressed my firm nipples that perked up into hard pearls. Sliding my pants down, I put my hands in my panties and started fondling my moistening pussy. It felt so good. I rubbed around and around, grinding into my hand, feeling my excitement grow more and more.
I started thinking about what it would be like to have Mr. King’s cock inside of me. I had never been with a man before, but I was really curious about what my first time would be like. Would it be gentle? Rough? If I decided to sign the contract, I was surely going to find out. There wasn’t going to be any type of insemination. He was going to get me pregnant the old fashioned way and that meant sex.
I smiled because that was one things that I was look forward to.
Chapter 15 Hope
Before I knew it, the next morning I was driving back to Mr. King’s house. There were so many questions that I had that were left unanswered and I needed to get the answers to them right away.
I didn’t bother to knock once I got into the house. I went to this study and didn’t see him there. I heard a noise come from the direction of his bedroom, so I made a beeline straight there. I swung the door open and launched into my questions.
“Why do you want a baby so badly? And why does it have to be by Christmas?”
He was sitting on the end of the bed wrapped in a bath towel, droplets of water cascading down his neck and shoulders. His chest looked firm and wide, kind of like the chest of a superhero. H e didn’t seem startled by my being there and I didn’t pretend to be embarrassed by my brashness at being in the room. I just stood there staring at him, waiting for him to speak and he stared right back at me, searching for the right words to say.
“Hope, I want to make sure that you get answers to all of your questions,” he sighed. “Let me ask you something. If I made sure that you got all of your questions answered, would you be willing to sign the contract?”
I thought very carefully before I answered. I was already leaning toward signing, anyway. The rest was just to sooth my curiosity. What type of recluse of a man wanted to raise a newborn in the mountains on his own? I had to know.
“Yes,” was my only reply.
“Good,” he said, smiling. “I’ll have to have my attorney present for this, so I’ll set it up for tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I said.
I only hoped that I wasn’t getting myself into something that I would regret.