Hearing and seeing your baby on a screen with the woman that owns your heart is the best damn feeling in the world. I’m holding her to me, thinking about her carrying my child, a child I know I must have put there the very first time we were together. It calls out to me. She was meant to be mine from the start.

“Well Ms. Edwards you’re six weeks pregnant. I’m going to give you some pre-natal vitamins and some anti-nausea medicine, that will help you keep your food down.”

Mia is finally able to string two words together and say, “Thank you so much, I truly appreciate all of your help. Especially you listening to me about my past medical history and kind of freaking out.”

He shakes her hand and says, “That’s what I’m here for.”

I take his hand and mumble my own thanks, clearly distracted. My one goal is getting Mia home and to bed. She needs the sleep.

“Let’s get you home Baby.” I murmur to her.

“Sounds good Cash.”

When we get home, she takes a look at the kitchen and see’s everything from when I was cooking dinner. It’s a mess because I flew out the door to get to her so quickly.

“Oh Cash, I’m so sorry. I ruined dinner, didn’t I?”

“Dinner wasn’t a worry; my only concern was you. Once Melanie told me you were sick, I just needed to get to you.”

“Still. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I can see the twinkle in her eyes. She’s up to something and I can’t wait to see what that is.

“You do that, Baby, I’ll forever be a grateful man,” I say, winking at her. “Let’s get to bed. I’ll call Mrs. Fairchild in the morning and let her know you need to take some time off too.”

When Mia doesn’t respond, I turn around and look at her. She has her hands on her hips and she’s tapping her foot on the floor and ready to roll. “Cash, just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t work!”

“I know that Darlin’, but you’ve been sick, and I just want you to take some time and recover. Maybe, get some food down and keep it down before you’re back at it again.” I’m pacifying her. I want her home, not working umpteen hours, dead on her feet, and pregnant.

“Well fine, when you put it that way. I can understand.”

She’s shimmying off her clothes and stepping towards the shower and I’m a bastard, but my dick goes hard. I know just the way to make sure she sleeps.

I get undressed and join her. I hold her from behind sliding my hands against her smooth skin and caressing her hips. I slowly drag my hands towards her nipples. I hold them in my hands, excited to see how full they’ll get with milk to nurse our baby.

“You gonna nurse our baby, Mia?” I can’t stop myself from asking.

She lets out a low moan and replies with, “Yes, Cash.”

I keep working her tight nipples, plucking them. Wanting them in my mouth but, loving the way her ass is grinding against me to get to my dick, anxious to have me inside her tight cunt. I bring my hand down to her pussy.

“You gonna come all over my hand Mia?” I whisper into her ear, as I strum her clit and slowly insert two fingers into her. I use the heel of my hand to grind against her clit. She rubs back on me and I know if I don’t stop she’ll come way too soon. I don’t want her to do that, I want to be buried deep inside of her when she comes.

“Cash, please don’t stop,” she moans, as I pull my hands away from her, and guide her legs further apart. I line my cock up to her gorgeous pussy; it’s my favorite place to be. I slowly work my way inside her, taking extra care with her. It’s torturous, but right now making love to her is what I want and what we both need.

I bring her chin up to me, kissing her slowly and deeply. She moans again and arches back. I thrust faster now, knowing she’s on the edge. I bring my other hand to her clit and play with it as she screams out my name “Cash!” I let her ride out her climax, and seconds later I let loose a grunt, joining her and emptying inside the sweetest heaven I’ve ever known.

“Love you, Baby.” I turn her around after I pull out, so she can see my eyes.

“Love you, too.”

She’s seconds away from being dead on her feet, so I quickly wash her hair and clean her body. I get her out of the shower and rush to half-dry myself, before drying her off carefully. I pick her up and carry her into bed, foregoing the pajamas she likes to wear. I want her on me.

Skin to skin. Soul to soul.

She’s out within minutes, and I’m wide awake thinking about the ring I have in my sock drawer and knowing tomorrow will be the day I ask her to be mine forever.