her head, hiding her face in the pillow. “Why not?”
Her shoulders shrug. I pull her up, enough so I can see her. She looks so beautiful with the sun shining through the window.
“I didn’t want you to think you had to stick around. Even now, if you want out, if you want to move on like nothing has happened, I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” She puts her hand on her stomach. The small round, but noticeable, bump is barely hiding behind her hand. The same hand I placed a diamond ring on last night, a ring that I meant, with every fibre of my being, to give her.
I know life, for me, is going to be different. No more late nights. No more women. Instead, I’m going to have a wife that I’ll come home to each night and lie in bed with on Sunday mornings. I want to be different from my dad. No, I have to be different. My child and wife deserve the world. I won’t let Jenna suffer because of the fucked up choices I’ve made for myself during the past three years.
“I don’t want out,” I say, putting my hand over hers. “This is where I want to be. When Liam told me you were pregnant I wanted to hurt the guy who was responsible, but when he said how many months you are and that it happened sometime around the wedding, I knew I was that guy. I’m not going to let you do this by yourself. We’re going to be partners in everything. The only way you’re going to get rid of me is to tell me that the baby’s not mine, but I know in my heart that it is.”
“We don’t have to be married for you to be a part of the baby’s life if that’s what you want.”
I push her down and hover over the top of her. “I want to be married to you. You’re fucking sexy as hell and you rock my world, Sweet Lips.”
Jenna smiles and wiggles underneath me, increasing the problem in my boxers.
“Why do you call me that?”
I lean down and kiss her once. “Because the first time I tasted your lips, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. They’re so sweet and now they’re all mine.”
“You’re such a dork.”
I fall to the side of her and pretend I’m hurt. She runs her fingers through my hair and kisses me below my ear.
“Traditional marriage?”
I raise my head and smile. “Yes, that means you have to clean my boxers and cook my dinner.”
“And you’ll come home every night. No other women?”
“No other women ever, except you.” I kiss her hard, hoping to eliminate any thoughts she has about me straying. I’ve only been willing to settle down one other time in my life and that changed in one fateful night. Since then, I’ve been doing whoever I please because it’s easier than having a relationship. That’s until now. Jenna’s different. I’ve known that from the night of the wedding. I was just too stuck in my own world to realise it and work out what do to about it.
“I’m afraid to trust you. I’m scared that you’re going to figure out this isn’t what you want and that our ideas of a traditional marriage are different.”
“I understand that, but I’ll do whatever you need me to, to make you feel secure.” I kiss my way down her body lifting up my white t-shirt that she slept in. I place kisses over her belly without breaking eye contact with her. I’ve always thought Jenna was sexy, but knowing she’s having a baby, my baby, makes her the sexiest fucking girl I’ve ever seen. At the moment, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Being a parent wasn’t something I’ve wanted for a while. When I was with Chelsea we talked about babies with her five and ten year plans, but when we split up, I swore off children. I was determined not to find the one to tie me down. It’s a good thing we found each other because at the moment, I don’t want to be anywhere else. Except in the sea, that is. Right now, I want to see my wife in the bikini I just bought her.
“Let’s go swimming,” I say, kissing my way up her stomach. She adjusts as I move between her legs. Her hands rest on my
Her shoulders shrug. I pull her up, enough so I can see her. She looks so beautiful with the sun shining through the window.
“I didn’t want you to think you had to stick around. Even now, if you want out, if you want to move on like nothing has happened, I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” She puts her hand on her stomach. The small round, but noticeable, bump is barely hiding behind her hand. The same hand I placed a diamond ring on last night, a ring that I meant, with every fibre of my being, to give her.
I know life, for me, is going to be different. No more late nights. No more women. Instead, I’m going to have a wife that I’ll come home to each night and lie in bed with on Sunday mornings. I want to be different from my dad. No, I have to be different. My child and wife deserve the world. I won’t let Jenna suffer because of the fucked up choices I’ve made for myself during the past three years.
“I don’t want out,” I say, putting my hand over hers. “This is where I want to be. When Liam told me you were pregnant I wanted to hurt the guy who was responsible, but when he said how many months you are and that it happened sometime around the wedding, I knew I was that guy. I’m not going to let you do this by yourself. We’re going to be partners in everything. The only way you’re going to get rid of me is to tell me that the baby’s not mine, but I know in my heart that it is.”
“We don’t have to be married for you to be a part of the baby’s life if that’s what you want.”
I push her down and hover over the top of her. “I want to be married to you. You’re fucking sexy as hell and you rock my world, Sweet Lips.”
Jenna smiles and wiggles underneath me, increasing the problem in my boxers.
“Why do you call me that?”
I lean down and kiss her once. “Because the first time I tasted your lips, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. They’re so sweet and now they’re all mine.”
“You’re such a dork.”
I fall to the side of her and pretend I’m hurt. She runs her fingers through my hair and kisses me below my ear.
“Traditional marriage?”
I raise my head and smile. “Yes, that means you have to clean my boxers and cook my dinner.”
“And you’ll come home every night. No other women?”
“No other women ever, except you.” I kiss her hard, hoping to eliminate any thoughts she has about me straying. I’ve only been willing to settle down one other time in my life and that changed in one fateful night. Since then, I’ve been doing whoever I please because it’s easier than having a relationship. That’s until now. Jenna’s different. I’ve known that from the night of the wedding. I was just too stuck in my own world to realise it and work out what do to about it.
“I’m afraid to trust you. I’m scared that you’re going to figure out this isn’t what you want and that our ideas of a traditional marriage are different.”
“I understand that, but I’ll do whatever you need me to, to make you feel secure.” I kiss my way down her body lifting up my white t-shirt that she slept in. I place kisses over her belly without breaking eye contact with her. I’ve always thought Jenna was sexy, but knowing she’s having a baby, my baby, makes her the sexiest fucking girl I’ve ever seen. At the moment, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Being a parent wasn’t something I’ve wanted for a while. When I was with Chelsea we talked about babies with her five and ten year plans, but when we split up, I swore off children. I was determined not to find the one to tie me down. It’s a good thing we found each other because at the moment, I don’t want to be anywhere else. Except in the sea, that is. Right now, I want to see my wife in the bikini I just bought her.
“Let’s go swimming,” I say, kissing my way up her stomach. She adjusts as I move between her legs. Her hands rest on my
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