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5
***
We stayed in each other’s arms until the next morning, barely sleeping as we explored our bodies yet again. One of the benefits of our parents being gone for a week was we could spend time with each other freely at home. Once the sun came up, I turned to Nick for my surprise.
“Not yet,” he said, smiling at me.
“You said today,” I pouted.
“Today just started,” he said, kissing me.
I pushed him playfully away and walked to the bathroom to clean up. Since it was snowing outside, we stayed indoors through the rest of the day to watch movies and play games. I also got to catch up with Amy during the day. At six o’clock in the evening, Nick poked his head through my bedroom door.
“You ready?”
I looked at him with a scowl on my face.
“I take it you are. Well, I need you to dress up as sexy and sophisticated as you can. We’re going somewhere nice.”
“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Seriously?”
He had already left my room. “You might want to borrow one of Mom’s fancy dresses.”
He was right. I didn’t own too many fancy things. Mom and I exchanged clothes even though she was one or two sizes bigger than me. I ran to her closet, and after sifting through a few dresses, found a red, tight, sexy dress that stopped a few inches short of my knees. I had never seen Mom wear that dress, and surprisingly it was the perfect size for me. I walked to my room and put on my only pair of black heels, fixed my hair, applied some makeup, and ran downstairs. Nick was not downstairs yet.
“I’m ready,” I shouted from the top of the stairs.
Nick appeared at the top landing of the stairs, and if I hadn’t known it was him, I wouldn’t have believed my eyes. Cliché? Yes, but he looked like he’d just stepped out of a magazine – dark jeans, blue pinstripe shirt, and a navy blazer that looked tailored just for him. Even though his torso and arms were well covered, I could see the outline of his muscles.
“You look…really good,” I stammered. “I guess we’re going somewhere really fancy. Not sure if I’m underdressed.”
“You look amazing,” he said, walking toward me. “There’s just one problem.”
“What?”
“I can’t let you off just like that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
Nick didn’t say a word. Instead, he drew me closer to him and, thankfully, away from the windows and the curious eyes of the neighbors. I grabbed him around his waist. We were standing close to the edge of a couch.
“Aren’t we going to be late? Don’t we have a reservation?”
“We do, but this is equally important,” he said, squeezing my ass.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a laugh.
He let his cock do all the talking. As he pressed closer to me, I felt his cock push against my pussy. With heels on, I was almost as tall as him, and so when we stood together, our bodies aligned naturally.
“Making sure you’re ready to go,” he answered.
“Really?” My voice was supposed to have been teasing and sexy, but it came out in a heavy drawl. He was turning me on.
“Really.” He turned on his sexy, confident drawl that always melted me.
“Mmmm.”
He caressed my breasts through the thin fabric of the dress. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, my nipples were visible. He rubbed each one, causing it to strain against the fabric. This man knew how to turn me on.
“Beautiful,” he said, as my breasts were freed, nipples pointing towards him.
He pulled off the dress and gently flung it to the ground. My naked breasts rubbed against his upper body as his hands explored my back, warming me and turning me on with every stroke. His hands found the tender spot between my neck and shoulders and massaged it, causing a light moan to escape my lips.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself to relax in his hold. I didn’t want him to stop. Nick knew my body too well and touched me in ways that caused warmth to spread through my bones and end between my legs. I moaned in pleasure, and my legs felt weak even though he hadn’t even begun to touch the zones that always lit me up.
I was still wallowing in the warmth of his hands on my neck when I felt his lips on my nipple. It took me by surprise, and I moaned in pleasure. He kissed my nipples, causing them to harden even more; his hands cupped the mold of my breasts, squeezing gently as he ran his tongue over each nipple.
“Beautiful,” he said again.
“Flattery won’t get you very far,” I laughed as I slipped out of his grasp, prying my nipples away from him and going down on my knees. I had finally managed to slip off his belt and unbutton his pants. His cock sprung out towards me fully erect.
“Oh, but it buys me a blow job?” he asked, a wide grin on his face.
“Some days,” I said as my mouth closed in on his long and thick cock.
My left hand caressed his balls gently, squeezing ever so lightly. My right hand stroked his entire length, and at the same time, I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, concentrating on the ribbed end of the head, an area I had learned was most sensitive for him. His groan confirmed that I had hit the right spot. My mouth closed on him, swallowing him whole. I bobbed my head up and down, engulfing him in my mouth. I moaned as I savored his sweetness. His groans became louder and heavier, and his legs began to buckle as my head bobbed up and down – slow at first, then faster to mix it up. I pushed him gently down on the couch, repositioning myself so that I was kneeling directly in front of him, causing him to spread his legs wider to make room for me.
I rubbed his balls again, sensing his pleasure as he moaned even louder, just before my lips returned to his dick. I sucked hard and deep, relaxing my mouth and deep-throating him. He moaned in pleasure. My left hand continued caressing his balls, and my right hand formed a stronghold at the base of his cock, adding a little squeeze for an extra-snug fit. With every movement of my head, his groan got louder; I could feel his excitement in my mouth. I kept up the motion until I felt him begin to stiffen. His dick was at its biggest, the skin stretched tight. He got up and pulled me to my feet and gently pushed me onto the couch.
He knelt in front of me. He pried my legs open and kissed my thighs, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel every nerve of my being awaken to his touch. I laid my head down near the headrest and grabbed both of my breasts. My legs were as wide as I could get them; he had full access to my swollen, wet pussy.
His lips traced my legs until they reached my clit. He slowed down for a second, as if thinking of how best to bring me pleasure; then his mouth went down on me. His tongue flicked lightly but intensely over my button. His fingers held my folds open wide as his tongue explored my clit. He licked me for a while, then started sucking earnestly.
“Harder,” I screamed, writhing in pleasure.
He sucked harder, simultaneously inserting two long fingers inside of me, curling them towards the upper part of my pussy and triggering warmth that always came whenever he fingered me. I lay back, savoring his lips and tongue on me as he pushed me toward the edge. I pushed his head deeper into my groin, causing him to intensify the sucking action. Oh, my goodness!
He pushed me to a place of no return, and I wanted to take him with me.
“Fuck me, Nick. Now.” I couldn’t take another second without him inside me.
He rose up and kissed me fully on the lips. His dick was still hard, and I was ready to take him in.
“Hold on,” he said, reaching for shirt pocket.
“What?” I asked.
“Condom,” he said as he pulled out a condom and unwrapped it.
I watched him roll the condom over his cock, and I quickly guided him inside me; my legs were spread apart and pointed up at the chandelier. He entered me, slowly, and as his rawness hit my pussy walls, I gasped in sheer pleasure.
“Hang on,” he said as if he knew that I was getting close to the end. He started slowly and rhythmically pumping into me. Every glide pushed me closer to the edge, building bubbles of excitement that I knew would culminate in one great orgasm.
“Faster,” I said. My body was going crazy with desire. I enjoyed slow sex, but right then, I needed it hard and quick. He increased the tempo, thrusting into me even more, pounding hard – the way he knew I liked it. I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the bottom of my pussy, and it felt good.
“Faster!” I ordered again, and he increased his speed, now hammering away. Every stroke from him made me shudder. His breath deepened. I knew he was holding out for me. I grabbed him by the shoulders, my fingers and nails digging into his skin like they always did when I was at the height of my arousal.
I rubbed my clit furiously with one finger, matching his tempo. His thrusts became shorter and faster as our breaths deepened. I raised my hips higher towards him causing his subsequent thrusts to go deeper. With a final stroke, he hit my hot spot and I exploded, carrying him along with me. His toes curled up along with mine, and with a final moan, he shot his load deep inside of me and collapsed. For a few minutes, we lay there, enveloped in each other’s arms, breathless.
“We have to go,” I said with a grin.
“Of course.” He kissed me on the lips. “I’ll help you dress.”
****
The surprise turned out to be Slatter’s, the newest restaurant in town - one that needed advance reservations of at least two months to get in. When we pulled up to the valet, I looked at Nick in amazement.
“You got us a reservation here? How?”
“A friend of a friend of a friend pulled some strings for me.”
“Nice. I want friends like that, too,” I said. Slatter’s had been on the news recently as the place to check out. I’d been wanting to go there for some time, but it was always booked. I had mentioned to Nick that I’d give anything to experience it, and somehow, he had made it happen.
“Thank you,” I said as I turned and kissed him on the mouth.
“Thank me later,” he said as we got of the car.
The restaurant was beautiful. High ceilings, dimmed lights, darkened corners, fresh flowers, paintings, unique wall decor - just as it had been described in the magazine. A waiter led us up a flight of steps to the semi-private section, a section of roof-top dining. As we walked in, I could see the whole of NYC spread out, lit up like a picture book. It was breathtakingly stunning. The room was designed to seat about six couples at a time and was sectioned to grant privacy to each couple. Four of the tables were occupied by couples, and a fifth one was occupied by a man that seemed to be waiting for someone.
A waiter, impeccably dressed in a black suit and tie, appeared with a bottle of champagne.
“Compliments of the house,” he said as he held the bottle out for our inspection. There was a little tag on the bottle that said ‘Happy Anniversary’.
“Wrong table?” I said to the waiter as I looked at Nick.
Nick smiled at me as he dismissed the waiter. “Not, it’s for us. Happy Anniversary, baby.”
I looked at him in surprise. “Anniversary? For what?”
“Four months since the first day…” His voice trailed off.
But he didn’t need to complete his sentence. It had been exactly four months since I had lost my virginity to him. It suddenly dawned on me that he must have planned this ahead of time – made reservations at a restaurant I really wanted to visit, made sure Mom and Dad were out of town, and made sure I was available.
“I’ve never had anyone celebrate a four month anniversary of anything. Six months? One year? Yes, but four months? That’s different,” I said with a smile.
“I just wanted any reason to have you here and to myself,” he said, smiling.
“I can see that. This place is absolutely beautiful,” I said, looking around again. The candles and flowers on each table certainly set the tone for an enchanting night. But the atmosphere made me think this place was very expensive. “How the heck are you going to afford all this? Is the friend of your friend going to give you a discount?”
“You’re worth every penny, Maddy.”
“I hope you remember that when your phone bill shows up,” I said.
We settled in and ordered appetizers - the cheese plate and bruschetta. As we ate, I noticed that the conversation had suddenly become one-sided. I was doing all the talking and Nick was preoccupied.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes, why?”
“You’re silent.”
“I was just thinking about us,” he said.
“What about?” I put my fork down and looked at him.
“Promise not to freak out,” he said.
“Sure,” I said, looking up at him, trying to read his mind but not succeeding. He looked really serious.
“I like you. I really like you in all the wrong ways.”
That was no surprise. “I like you, too,” I said, extending my hands to hold him. “But I thought we were past the stage of liking,” I teased.
“True,” Nick said. “But I wanted you to know that apart from loving you, I also like you a lot.”
“Must be the amazing sex we have.”
“That does help,” he laughed. Calmly, he said, “I was just wishing that things were different. I wish our parents weren’t married because I want more from you, for us.”
“You mean…you want us to be exclusive?” I inquired.
“Something like that. Wait. Are you making fun of me?” he asked, drawing closer to me, his lips ready to descend on mine.
“Yes,” I said as I put my hand on his neck and pulled him towards me, placing my lips on him briskly.
A waitress appeared with glasses of water. Behind us, a couple took a photo of themselves that must have incorporated our faces sitting together and dining in the romantic venue.
“Shit,” I muttered.
“Excuse me,” she asked, placing the glasses on our table. We weren’t ready to order yet, so I asked her for five more minutes to look over the menu.
“That was a lapse of judgement,” I said, touching his lips with my fingers. “We could have been caught. I hope we weren’t in that photo, either.”
“See, that’s what I’m getting tired of, pretending in public that we’re not together.”
I couldn’t agree more with him, but I couldn’t allow myself to think it was possible that we could be more than just stepsiblings having sex every opportunity we got. I also wanted more from Nick. I wanted to be his official girlfriend. But common sense had to win.
“But you know that’s not going to work. We’re family,” I said.
“Technically, we’re not related,” he reminded me.
“Nick, we are not related in the true sense. But our parents are married. That makes us stepsiblings for life.”
“I get that, but having sex changes a lot of things. I can’t see you as my little sister anymore. And if I can’t do that…” he let his voice trail.
My heart skipped a beat. Was he trying to tell me it was over between us before it even started? Was that why he’d brought me to this restaurant? To tell me that we were done? “What exactly are you saying, Nick? I’m lost.”
“Maddy,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I’m saying that I want you to be more than a sister to me, but I don’t know how that’s going to work. I doubt Mom or Dad will be happy with our relationship.”
He was right. They’d go crazy if they knew we were messing around with each other. I was pretty sure they wouldn’t disown us or some crazy shit like that. One thing Nick had said that stood out to me was his admission of wanting more from me than just what I could offer as a sibling. I felt exactly the same way.
“We’d be crazy to tell them,” I said picking up my fork and resuming my dinner. “For now, I’d like to forget all the things we can’t do and focus on what we can.”
“You’re right,” Nick said and poured wine into my glass. “We’re here to celebrate our anniversary.”
“Toast?” I asked, raising my glass to him.
“Of course,” Nick said, raising his glass. “I’m grateful for the first day I met you, Maddy, and no matter what happens, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me. To living in this moment.”
“To this moment,” I said, clinking my glass against his and leaning over to kiss him.
***
A few hours later, we were home. This was our last night alone together before our parents returned. We decided to watch a movie. Everything was going well until Nick brought some popcorn into the room.
“Damn, Nick. That smells bad,” I said. Before he could respond, I ran to the bathroom. I heard Nick drop the bowl of popcorn on the table and run after me.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” I said. I rinsed my mouth in the bathroom to help calm my stomach down.
“Maddy, you have to take a pregnancy test, before Mom and Dad return.”
“I don’t know, Nick,” I said as I walked back to the living room with him. “I’m not sure I really want to find out.”
“We have to, Maddy. If you are pregnant, Mom will know the second she walks into the house. We need to find out before she does,” he said.
“I guess you’re right,” I said, slumping onto the couch. This was one of those times I wished Mom wasn’t a doctor.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, grabbing his car keys and going to the door.
“Where are you going?”
“The pharmacy to pick up a pregnancy kit. And some more condoms. Want to come?”
“No, I’ll wait right here.”
When Nick left, I made two more trips to the bathroom. Suddenly, I desperately needed to know if I was pregnant or not. The minutes he was gone seemed to last forever. He returned with three different types of pregnancy kits.
“Ready?” he asked as he handed the bag to me.
“Three kits?” I asked, examining the three different tests in the bag.
“You can never be too sure,” he said. “Want me to come to the bathroom with you?”
“No, I’d rather do it on my own,” I answered. If I was pregnant, it was my body and I wanted to be the first one to know.
I took the kits to the bathroom, but before I even opened the pregnancy test kits, I knew the results would not be in my favor. I dipped the first test in my urine, closed my eyes, and prayed for a negative result. Fuck! The damn test flashed “pregnant” on the digital result screen. I stared at if for some time, my emotions ranging from shock to fear, anger to self-loathing.
“Fuck,” I swore as I turned the box over to look at the accuracy of the test. It was only ninety-eight percent accurate, so there was a chance it could be a false positive. I quickly tore open the second test and dipped it in the cup. Within seconds, a double line showed up on the stick. That test was only ninety-seven percent accurate. So, my chances were slim, but the possibility of a negative test was still not out of range. I dipped the last test into the cup, but I already knew the results. I still hoped for the best. The test came back with a big check mark. Yep, I was pregnant, and I was thoroughly screwed.
All the nausea made so much sense. I sat on the floor of the bathroom, staring at the three pregnancy tests, willing the results to change. I should have known this might happen. The natural result of unprotected sex was staring at me, in the forms of three different pregnancy tests.
How could I have been so stupid? The first onset of nausea should have been my first clue that something was wrong. I rubbed my belly, which was still flat. Except for the few pounds I had put on over the last few weeks, there was no other indication that my body was growing a baby. I was growing a real baby in me, something that should have brought me joy, but instead, it brought confusion and tension.
There were options for me, for us. There was no way I was going to have the baby, not just for my sake, but for Nick’s as well. He had his whole life ahead of him, and a baby would screw him big time. If the choice was totally mine, I could manage. I mean, I wouldn’t be the first person who had gotten pregnant in college, and I wouldn’t be the last. But the bigger problem was the fact that I was pregnant because I had slept with my stepbrother - that was the part that gave me pause.
And then there was also the bigger issue of our parents. There was no doubt my mother would kill me for even getting pregnant…and for getting pregnant with Nick? That was on a different level of trouble. I couldn’t hide a pregnancy for long, and like it or not, I had to do something about the baby. It wasn’t going to go away on its own, and regardless of how long I stayed in that bathroom, the problem would still be there when I walked out.
“Maddy?” I had forgotten Nick was impatiently waiting on the other side of the bathroom door.
“Be right out,” I called, cleaning up the mess on the floor and gathering the three sticks. I opened the door slowly. Nick was pacing the floor. One look at him, and I ran into his arms and burst into tears.
“You’re pregnant,” he surmised. I nodded. “Fuck,” he cursed. I sobbed. “You’re sure?”
“Uh-huh,” I said showing him the positive tests.
“Gosh, I feel so stupid,” he said. “Damn.”
“I should have been on the pill,” I sobbed.
“I guess it’s too late for that,” he said, releasing his hold on me. “It’s not all your fault.”
“What are we going to do? This is one big mess,” I said between sniffles.
“I honestly don’t know, Maddy. I really don’t.”
“We have to find a solution,” I said. “I’m so confused.”
“I need to go for a walk,” Nick said suddenly and started walking to the door.
“Right now? It’s almost midnight,” I replied, alarmed at his sudden change of attitude.
“I need space to think, Maddy. I feel suffocated. I’ll be back in a few.”
“Nick, hold on,” I said, pulling at his hand. “Tell me what you want.”
“Maddy, do you know what you want?”
“I don’t know,” I said. I really didn’t.
“I’ll be back, Maddy,” he said as he walked out of the house.
I wanted to go after him but decided he was right. I needed to think about what I wanted. At the end of the day, it was my body and it was my choice, not just Nick’s. My head was so muddled that I couldn’t think straight. I wanted Nick. I loved him. But now there was a baby to consider. How were we going to raise a child? How would that affect our relationship? How could we go from being young lovers to becoming young parents? How would Nick adjust? He still had another year before he graduated. I was still a freshman and had a long way to go. What I would do about college? I really wanted to graduate and had hopes of attending graduate school. How would I do it with a baby? What about our parents? How would they take the news that we were dating and in love? And even if they accepted the fact that they were together, how would they take the news about the baby?
My mind raced in a million directions. I rubbed my belly as I lay there on my bed. A real human was growing in me, a baby that could be a boy or girl, someone that would look like Nick or me, someone I’d love to know. Nick and I had made the baby out of love and would be a symbol of our love. I could see myself making things work. It would be too hard to give up the baby. I couldn’t, wouldn’t give up this baby. If Nick didn’t feel he could handle it, I’d let him off the hook. I didn’t have to tell our parents who was responsible for my pregnancy. After they got over the shock of my pregnancy, my mom would adjust to the situation. She had been a teen mom as well; she’d had me when she was nineteen. She of all people would understand.
I wasn’t sure how long Nick was gone; I lost track of time. When I finally heard the front door open, I jumped up from the couch.
“Maddy, can we talk?” he said as he walked in.
“Sure,” I shrugged.
“Can we sit?”
I sat back on the couch, expecting him to sit next to me. Instead, he sat across from me rather than next to me like he always did.
“You do know this is a big deal, right?” he started.
“Of course I do,” I snapped at him. I wasn’t a kid.
“I’m so sorry I freaked out. Even though I’d figured you could be pregnant, I wasn’t prepared for the actual news.”
I nodded. “You needed time and space to think about this…bad news.”
“No, Maddy. Don’t say that. It’s not bad news. It’s just unexpected news.”
“What’s the difference? It doesn’t matter. Either way, being pregnant is not good for either of us right now.”
“Right,” he agreed.
I was hoping he’d tell me something different, but this was reality. “I know I haven’t had time to think about what I really want to do, as I just found out…”
“Us…What we, me and you, are going to do,” he interrupted. “It’s not like you got yourself pregnant.”
“I should have been more careful.”
“Maddy, I’m the older one here. I should have worn a condom, but I just got carried away.”
“We both did. The pregnancy is real, and we need to come up with a solution soon. Mom and Dad will be back in a few hours. I can’t hide this from them.”
“I guess we have to talk to them like adults. Let them know about us.”
“What?” I asked. “Are you trying to get us killed?
“What do you propose we do?” he asked.
“I don’t think talking to them is a good idea right now. What are you going to tell them? Mom, Dad, hope you had a great week together. Just so you know, we fucked and Maddy’s pregnant.”
“Yes, pretty much. Except I’ll also tell them how much we care for each other and how much we want to be together,” he said.
I looked at him with a confused look. Before the baby, he had wanted to be with me forever. With the announcement of the pregnancy, I expected he didn’t want much from me anymore.
“What are you saying? What’s the point of telling them we’re pregnant right before we get rid of the baby? It doesn’t …”
“Wait, wait…who said anything about getting rid of our baby?” Nick asked, coming closer to me. “Is that what you want?”
“No, but I thought that’s what you’d want. You aren’t pleased that I’m pregnant.”
“Maddy, I was shocked that you were pregnant. That doesn’t mean I love you any less or I want to get rid of our child. I mean, if that’s what you want to do, I’ll love you either way, but that’s not ultimately what I want.”
I looked at him. He was dead serious. “You want to keep the baby?”
“Yes, I really do. He’s a symbol of our love. Why would we destroy something so special? Don’t you think it’s a gift? Yes, a rather unusual gift, but a reason for us to define our relationship and make things work for us?”
“I guess,” I said.
“But Maddy, it’s your body and I’ll respect whatever decision you make. I hope you decide that we can have this baby. We can be a family.”
“I want to, but I don’t want to tie you down and destroy your future.”
“Maddy, you already tied me to you when I fell in love with you.” He reached out to hold my hands and stroke them. I remained silent. He was still in love with me.
“You won’t be destroying my future. I’m almost done with college. I’m more worried about you than me. If you do decide to have the baby, it’ll be our child. We will love the baby, just like we love each other. Yes, it means we’ll be starting a family sooner than we planned, but it’s not impossible. As long as we do it together, and with love, understanding, and patience,” he said.
Nick was right. The baby might have been a mistake, just like some babies are, but a mistake can be a great gift, as well. This gift was worth keeping and nurturing, as long as Nick was by my side.
“How are we going to do it?” I asked
“Well, for starters, we’ll talk to Mom and Dad about our relationship. I think we’ll save the baby surprise for later so as not to give them a heart attack, but we can at least let them know how we feel about each other. We’re both adults, and I agree we’ve made some non-adult choices, but we have to move forward.”
“You’re forgetting one thing; we’re step-siblings. That’s the only thing that really makes this whole situation bad.”
“Unrelated adults whose parents are married,” he corrected me. “There is no law that says we can’t get married. Society may frown on our relationship, but you know what, that’s their business. I’ve always known I wanted you, from the first day I met you years ago, and our baby will cement our relationship. Now I know you’re truly mine.”
“You sound so confident, Nick. I almost want to believe everything will be okay. But there’s the issue of school, money, childcare, and other things we haven’t even thought about yet.”
“I can transfer to your school, and we’ll be closer. I already work during the semester and make enough money to take care of our basic needs. I’m graduating next summer before the baby comes, so it’ll only be a year of craziness before things settle down for us.”
“Or I could transfer and come back home. It’ll be nice to have the family support while I’m pregnant.”
“Anything you want. Anything that makes you happy, Maddy. I’m flexible. As long as you and our baby are comfortable,” he said, rubbing my belly with a smile.
“Anything I want?” I said, as a naughty thought came to me.
“Anything,” he said slowly. He looked at me and realized where my thoughts were going. “Woman, I just got you pregnant and you want another go?”
“You said anything that makes me happy.” I nuzzled close to him. “And fucking you always makes me happy.”
“That’s what got us into trouble in the first place,” he said, kissing me. “But since you can’t get pregnant twice, we might as well enjoy our natural contraceptive. Forget the pills and condoms.”
I kissed him back, holding him tightly as we allowed our emotions to take over our bodies. I knew this was just the beginning of our journey. We had to get our parents to buy into the fact that we were dating and pregnant with their first grandchild. We’d then have to deal with our friends thinking we’re weird for dating. Rumors would fly. We also had to figure out where to live, what to do about school, how to raise the baby, and a million other things. But Nick was by my side and he loved me; that was all the extra strength I needed to weather the worst of the approaching storm.
“What’s on your mind?” Nick asked, breaking off his kiss.
“You,” I said.
“Flattery won’t get you too far,” he said, smiling at me.
“But it’ll get me laid tonight, right?”
“Certainly,” Nick said, pushing me down on the sofa and pressing his weight down on me. I felt his hardness pushing against me.
“You’re already hard,” I giggled.
“That’s what you do to me,” he smiled and kissed me.
This was the beginning of our new, crazy life. We would triumph through this challenging time together. We loved each other and that was all that mattered.
***
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NICK
***
The midnight walk in the crisp cool air had done wonders for my thoughts and had allowed me to think clearly. Not like there was much to think about. I was very much in love with Maddy, and I had gotten her pregnant in the heat of passion. My baby was growing in her, and all I wanted was for us to grow together as a couple, and eventually, as a family. But I also loved her enough that I didn’t want to jeopardize her future by having a baby so young. I knew it was going to be challenging, but I was prepared to take on the responsibility of being a good dad for my child, our child, since Maddy was ready to keep the baby.
As much as I had wanted to keep the baby, I realized that Maddy had to make the final choice. It was her body and she would have to spend most of the year growing the baby. I would be by her side every step of the way. I was glad she’d chosen to give us a chance, give the baby a chance. I hope in the future she’ll agree to be my wife, but that would remain to be seen. For now, she was touching me in places that made me hot and there was only way to respond to that….take her again, and again, and again.
*** THE END ***