Twenty-Six
Sager
The five days it takes to get the results are the hardest.
Cameo is a mess after Alec served her with court papers. He’s petitioning the court for rights to the baby and Cameo isn’t handling it very well. She hasn’t gotten out of bed since that day, and I’ve never seen her like this. The doctor called and said that the results are in, so I’m heading over there to grab them. She refused to get out of bed, and I hated the look of defeat in her eyes.
When the doctor hands me the sealed envelope, I thank him and walk out of the office and right back to my car. The whole drive the envelope is taunting me and as much as I want to sneak a peek at the results, I don’t. I make the drive home quickly, and when I get to the bedroom, Cameo’s eyes are shut, and there are fresh tears on her skin.
“I have the results, babe. Are you ready to find out?”
She nods her head yes but doesn’t open her eyes. I take a deep breath before I tear open the envelope and pull the papers out of it. As I take in the photo, I scan the sheet, and when it comes to the answer I’ve been waiting for, my heart starts to slam against my chest.
I must let out a sound because a hand is on my wrist and her voice is soft. “What Sager?”
Continuing to stare at the paper in my hand, I try to find the words, any words.
She takes the papers out of my hand and starts to read over the words herself. I hear her intake of breath before she wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face into my shoulder. I can feel the tears as they start to soak into my shirt and when she finally pulls back, she presses her lips to mine.
“I love you.”
I brush the wet hair from her eyes. “Thank you.” I take a seat on the bed, and she curls her body into my lap, hugging as close to me as she can.
“I didn’t do anything.” Her eyes are glittering with tears, and I am just so fucking thankful to have the answer that we’ve needed.
“You gave me this little girl.” Tears fall, and I just hold her tightly to me. “I love you, Cam.”
We sit like this for a long time. Both of us clutching each other almost afraid of the paper magically changing and stating a different outcome. I’m this baby’s father, not Alec. He may have tried to get her pregnant, but it didn’t work. He can kiss his lawsuit goodbye once we submit these test results to the court.
I think he tried to get her pregnant to keep her. That he figured it all out before then and tried to use that against her. He didn’t take in account that I had been fucking her for months without protection.
After Cameo falls asleep, I tuck her in and make my way to the nursery. She had been working on it for weeks until Alec served her. It’s almost done, but there are still a few things that she hasn’t gotten. Running my hand over the crib that we redid just for the baby, I think back to when she told me she was pregnant.
The uncertainty as she tried to figure it all out. Not knowing who the father was and what her next moves were. She was terrified of leaving him but didn’t want to lose me either. We were a fucking mess if anything and I wanted to just hold tightly to her, but she continued to bounce between us, never really settling.
It wasn’t until he choked her until she passed out that she finally let me save her.
She finally let me be the safe haven that she ran to when she needed a place to fall.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the picture of Cameo and I from the park I took her to while Alec was away on business. It was the day that I figured out that I was in love with her and that I wanted every inch of her to myself. Sure, I didn’t get that wish then, but I do now.
Picking the photo up from the dresser that she finished last week, I look at it. She’s staring at me like I hold the world in her hands. She’s fucking happy, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted for her. Even if she ended up not choosing me, I would have wanted her to be happy.
I know I say that now, but I’m pretty sure I would have continued to chase her. I wouldn’t have given her up even if he moved her away to New York. I would have been a damn lovesick fool following them.
An arm wraps around my stomach, palm flat against my bare skin. “I love that photo.” Her lips press against my back, and I turn to look at her. She looks exhausted and still sexy as hell.
“Yeah me too.” I set the photo back down and turn around, wrapping my arms around her. Leaning down, I kiss her lips once before picking her up against her will. She tries to fight me a little because she thinks she’s getting too heavy for me to just pick up and carry around. Her belly keeps distance between us, but I don’t even mind it. That’s my little girl in there, and I have some very dirty plans for the woman in my arms.
She wraps her legs and arms around me and I carry her back into the bedroom. Tonight is going to be all about her. I’m going to make sure she knows how fucking much I love her and there is nothing that will ever come between us.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur as I lay her back on the bed.
She just rolls her eyes at me like she’s done a million times before and I grin down at her. My hands go to the waistband of her yoga pants and I start to slide them down her legs. I know that as soon as I get to taking her shirt off, she’s going to whine and tell me she’s fat. I don’t see her as fat at all. She’s having a baby, my baby. It just makes her even sexier than before.
Once I get her yoga pants down her legs and off her feet, she reaches a hand out, grabbing my forearm and pulling me to her. Our mouths collide and I kiss her deeply. It’s been a rough few weeks but feeling her body against mine washes away all the worry and questions.
Her hands grip the back of my neck, and she holds me close to her while she shoves her tongue back into my mouth. Instead of parting our mouths, I undo my jeans and push them down my thighs quickly so I can slide between her thighs.
As soon as I enter her tight cunt, I feel like I’m home again. Nothing will ever compare to how this feels. She pulls me closer to her, and I reach down to pull her shirt up and toss it on the ground behind me.
Her full tits are on display for me, and I can’t help but bury my face into her cleavage. Fuck.
I slam in and out of her as her fingers dig into the back of my shoulders and she gets me by saying the dirtiest thing I’ve ever heard come from her mouth.
“Sager, fuck my pussy harder.”
Not once in the almost year I’ve known her as she ever said the word pussy. I’ve gotten her to say the word fuck a time or two, but this was way fucking better. I thrust my hips harder and angle just enough to hit her G-spot, and it doesn’t take long for her to be screaming out my name as she comes.
I come right after her and slow my hips as I ride out my orgasm, huffing out breaths as I do. When I look at her, she’s got a grin on her lips and her eyes closed.
“I missed that,” she whispers.
“I’ve never heard you say the word pussy but fuck, I want to hear it again.”
“Pussy.” She giggles after saying it, and I lean forward to press my lips to hers.
“So fucking hot.” I kiss her again before pulling her up to the pillows with me and pulling her back to my front so I can spoon her.
“Why do they call this spooning? I mean I know before long, you’ll be probing me with your thingy, and your fingers will be inside of me.”
I can’t help but chuckle at that. “You’re right, I’ll end up just forking you instead.” This gets her to roll her eyes at me and push her ass into me. “And it’s my cock that I’ll be probing you with. Unless you like the word dick better?” She wrinkles her nose at me before laying back on the pillow and facing away from me.
“I don’t like either of those words.”
“Trust me, I know. Call it a dick and I give you whatever you want.”
Her body pauses, and I bet she’s thinking of what she wants right about now. “If I say that word, I want to get married before the baby gets here. I don’t want you two to have a different last name.” She doesn’t turn to look at me like she normally would; instead, she continues to look forward while I decide if she really means it.
Rolling her over, I look in her eyes. I can see the certainty there, and I agree.
“Deal.”
Her eyes light up and she squeals before pressing against me and wrapping her arms around my neck, peppering kisses all over my face.
“I love your dick.” The frown covering her mouth tells me that she still hates the word, but I’ll be getting her to use it more and more. The next time I slide into her sweet cunt, I’ll make her say it again first, and soon it will be like second nature.
“So fucking hot when you talk dirty.”
She pushes at my shoulder, and I kiss her lips once more. “You’re so weird.”
“Yeah, and you’re the one who is stuck with me. Lucky me.” I waggle my eyebrows at her, and she groans, trying to roll over, but I stop her. “So you want to get married before the baby. When do you want to do it?”
We still have a little over three months before the baby is due and plenty of time to get married. I just need to know what she’s thinking about the whole thing.
“As soon as possible.”
“You mean like tomorrow at a courthouse or in a month or two in an actual ceremony?” I know it will probably sound like I don’t want to get married right now to her but that is so far from the case. I’d marry her tonight if I could but this isn’t Vegas, and I need to know what she wants.
“Like Vegas.”
I can’t help but grin. “Baby, we are not in Vegas.”
She sighs and shrugs her shoulders. “We can be.”
“It about four and a half hours from here or more because you’ll have to pee every five seconds.”
She narrows her eyes at me, and I just grin.
“Let’s do it. Me and you can have a road trip and we’ll have fun the whole time together, just the two of us. Please!”
She gives me that damn pouty lip, and I instantly give in. “Okay, we can go. I just need to make sure the guys can cover me at the gym first.” She squeaks out and wraps her arms around me, kissing me soundlessly.
“You are the best!”
She still doesn’t realize that I would do anything to make her happy.