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“We’re expecting? We’re expecting what?”
I reach behind me and pull out the surprise I had hidden behind the pillow. Our eyes meet as I place my hand in his. He looks down and I can see his jaw tremble as he takes it all in.
“Are we…Ava? Am I going to be… Are we going to… We’re having a baby?”
Tears pour down my cheeks and I nod, unable to form words. He descends upon me with soft fluttering kisses all the way down until he is placing tiny kisses on my belly.
“I’m,” kiss, “going,” k iss, “to be,” kiss, “a daddy.” Kiss . “Thank you, Ava. Thank you.”
His lips find mine again and the kisses deepen with hunger. He’s looking for the words to capture his thoughts, his emotions flooding me with love. He continues his passionate assault as he places his arms under me and lifts me, bringing me closer and melding his body close to mine. Supporting my weight in his, he carries me into our bedroom.
His fingers whisper against my skin, a soft caress as each layer of clothing is removed, then his body covers mine his weight heavy and strong above me. I love the feeling. I feel so small next to him. So protected. His fingers stroke my jaw and then gently tilt my chin up, his eyes locking on mine as our bodies slowly come together. We are so close I don’t know where I stop and he begins.
“God, I love you, Ava.”
"And I, you."
5 months later
“MORNING, BABY.” A wicked grin spreads across his smooth face as he tickles my now small but noticeable bump.
“What time is it?” I stretch and let out a soft yawn.
“10 am.”
“What? I can’t remember the last time we slept this late.”
“Well, enjoy sleeping in on Saturday while we still can. Another four months and we won’t have that luxury anymore.”
“This is true. So what do you want to do today?”
His expression grows serious as he grits his teeth and a line appears between his brows. “I told my father I would stop at the apartment to sign some paperwork he’s had drawn up for the baby’s trust. How about we head over there and then we can grab brunch?” He smiles, trying to reassure me it will be okay.
“Okay.” I nod once and then lift the blanket off my body to prepare for the day but Alex grabs me and pulls me toward him.
“Hold up,” he says between kisses. “Where do you think you’re going? There’s no rush, baby.” His mouth descends again, slowly nipping at my bottom lip. He breathes me in, fusing us together, exploring my body, possessing me. Fluttering my eyes closed, I wrap myself tighter around him. My body trembles and waves of ecstasy throb through me as I’m engulfed in passion and love.
SOME TIME LATER we hop a cab to the upper east side.
I used to love the smells of New York, even the smell of the dirty cabs. The city is a lifeline to me, a part of myself that I hold so dear, but since becoming pregnant, that’s no longer the case. Lucky for me, the nausea stopped around the twelfth week of my pregnancy. Leave it to a NYC cab ride to make it rear its ugly head again.
I can’t wait to just get there already.
A chuckle erupts from my mouth. Those are words I thought I’d never think.
STEPPING OUT INTO the prime central park real estate makes my queasy stomach lurch up again. A light sweat breaks out across my brow despite the cool March air. This place brings unease, no matter how often I visit.
Alexandre nods to the doorman as we make our climb to the penthouse. The luxury apartment spans two-floors, boasts floor to ceiling windows and is well over 5000 square feet. All the modern luxuries of a mansion sitting on top of the world.
Alex turns the key and we are transported to a frozen tundra preserved in pristine condition. The foyer leads into a massive open space with white walls and scarce decorations. If someone required open-heart surgery, they could perform the surgery in this location. In the
We re
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“We’re expecting? We’re expecting what?”
I reach behind me and pull out the surprise I had hidden behind the pillow. Our eyes meet as I place my hand in his. He looks down and I can see his jaw tremble as he takes it all in.
“Are we…Ava? Am I going to be… Are we going to… We’re having a baby?”
Tears pour down my cheeks and I nod, unable to form words. He descends upon me with soft fluttering kisses all the way down until he is placing tiny kisses on my belly.
“I’m,” kiss, “going,” k iss, “to be,” kiss, “a daddy.” Kiss . “Thank you, Ava. Thank you.”
His lips find mine again and the kisses deepen with hunger. He’s looking for the words to capture his thoughts, his emotions flooding me with love. He continues his passionate assault as he places his arms under me and lifts me, bringing me closer and melding his body close to mine. Supporting my weight in his, he carries me into our bedroom.
His fingers whisper against my skin, a soft caress as each layer of clothing is removed, then his body covers mine his weight heavy and strong above me. I love the feeling. I feel so small next to him. So protected. His fingers stroke my jaw and then gently tilt my chin up, his eyes locking on mine as our bodies slowly come together. We are so close I don’t know where I stop and he begins.
“God, I love you, Ava.”
"And I, you."
5 months later
“MORNING, BABY.” A wicked grin spreads across his smooth face as he tickles my now small but noticeable bump.
“What time is it?” I stretch and let out a soft yawn.
“10 am.”
“What? I can’t remember the last time we slept this late.”
“Well, enjoy sleeping in on Saturday while we still can. Another four months and we won’t have that luxury anymore.”
“This is true. So what do you want to do today?”
His expression grows serious as he grits his teeth and a line appears between his brows. “I told my father I would stop at the apartment to sign some paperwork he’s had drawn up for the baby’s trust. How about we head over there and then we can grab brunch?” He smiles, trying to reassure me it will be okay.
“Okay.” I nod once and then lift the blanket off my body to prepare for the day but Alex grabs me and pulls me toward him.
“Hold up,” he says between kisses. “Where do you think you’re going? There’s no rush, baby.” His mouth descends again, slowly nipping at my bottom lip. He breathes me in, fusing us together, exploring my body, possessing me. Fluttering my eyes closed, I wrap myself tighter around him. My body trembles and waves of ecstasy throb through me as I’m engulfed in passion and love.
SOME TIME LATER we hop a cab to the upper east side.
I used to love the smells of New York, even the smell of the dirty cabs. The city is a lifeline to me, a part of myself that I hold so dear, but since becoming pregnant, that’s no longer the case. Lucky for me, the nausea stopped around the twelfth week of my pregnancy. Leave it to a NYC cab ride to make it rear its ugly head again.
I can’t wait to just get there already.
A chuckle erupts from my mouth. Those are words I thought I’d never think.
STEPPING OUT INTO the prime central park real estate makes my queasy stomach lurch up again. A light sweat breaks out across my brow despite the cool March air. This place brings unease, no matter how often I visit.
Alexandre nods to the doorman as we make our climb to the penthouse. The luxury apartment spans two-floors, boasts floor to ceiling windows and is well over 5000 square feet. All the modern luxuries of a mansion sitting on top of the world.
Alex turns the key and we are transported to a frozen tundra preserved in pristine condition. The foyer leads into a massive open space with white walls and scarce decorations. If someone required open-heart surgery, they could perform the surgery in this location. In the
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