“Are you hungry,Tesoro?” I ask, just as her stomach starts to rumble. A chuckle leaves me as she blushes prettily. “I’ll take that as a yes then. Come on, let’s go eat dinner.”
Right now, all I really want to do is spread those legs of hers and eat that pussy until I’m full, but my baby needs her sustenance.
“Okay,” she replies in her sweet and cock-hardening voice. I get off the chair and stand up, waiting as she attempts to move. The chair is big and deep, which makes me not at all surprised when she tips back a bit, not able to get up on her own, what with her big tummy and all.
A huge smile crosses my face, but I hide it quickly before she thinks I’m laughing at her and wants to scalp me or something. I really wouldn’t put it past her. But she’s just too damn cute for her own good.
“Are you okay down there,Tesoro? Do you need some help?” I ask her, with a big smile. I can’t help it. She’s turning out to be everything I never knew I wanted or needed.
“Yes!” she grumbles with a cute pout on her face. “Now, would you stop laughing and help me get up and off this chair?! It’s not my fault your daughter is making me not able to do certain things anymore.”
I’ve just moved to grab her hand in mine, but stop completely at her words. I stare down at her, my face filled with wonder at what she just said.
“Daughter?” I question just to confirm. And without asking, I place a hand on her stomach again. I suddenly feel choked up because soon she’s going to give me one of the best gifts a guy could ever ask for. Holy shit! A daughter! “You know the baby’s gender already?”
“Yes. We’re having a little girl,” she says, as she looks up at me. I can’t help the bigger smile that appears on my face.
“Holy shit! We’re having a baby girl!”
But then, damn! The thought of having a little girl begins to give me indigestion. I’m going to have my work cut out for me when it comes to protecting her. I’ll be in even more trouble, though, if she turns out to be sassy like her mother. Without thinking, I lean down and place a few more kisses on her tummy.
“I have an ultrasound picture I can show you,” she tells me, and I kiss her on the lips, too. I’m suddenly overcome with emotion at the thought that this beautiful woman will soon bring my child into this world.
“Yes. I’d love to see it, please,” I tell her. “And just so you know, after she’s born, she’s not leaving the house until she’s like thirty-five.” I look up at her just in time to see her roll her eyes at me as I finally help her off the chair. I make sure she’s stable on her feet before letting go of her. “Oh, I know. We can homeschool her.”
“Don’t be absurd. You’re not keeping our daughter locked inside this apartment like some prisoner, and we are not homeschooling her. She deserves to live her life however she wants to when she’s old enough to make her own decisions.”
“Obviously not. I’m buying a mansion for us soon. We can’t raise a baby here. And she will get to live her life as she sees fit, in our home,” I mutter.
“Well, you’re not doing that in the mansion either, so get it out of your head,” she growls, all sexy mama-bear style.
“Damn, you sound hot as fuck getting all growly on me.” I smirk. “But wait, that’s beside the point here. I have to protect her and keep her out of trouble, especially when she’s old enough, and boys start sniffing their dumbasses around her.”
“Enzo Andretti! I will not let you be an asshole to my child?—”
“Our child,” I say, cutting her off.
“Our child. As I was saying, I'm not going to let you suffocate her or treat her like some kind of second-class citizen. I will never let any child of mine grow up the way I did. I would die before I ever let that happen!” she snaps at me vehemently.
“Fine! But she’s still not dating any asshole until she’s thirty-five! Or fifty? Fifty seems like an appropriate age,” I grumble. “Maybe we should’ve had a boy first. That way he’d be able to keep an eye on the future punks.”
“Well, we can’t do anything about that now, you moron,” she says, laughing at me. I’m glad she thinks this is funny while I’m having cold sweats about what I’m going to do with a little girl. I go to open my mouth to say something else, but she stops me. “Zip it. I don’t want you to annoy me any further tonight with all that nonsense that’s going through your idiot head!”
Damn, my girl has such fire! And all of it goes straight to my cock. I have to admit that I’ve been hard as a rock from the moment I stood in that doorway watching her. It seems as though that’s my only setting when it comes to her, perpetual hardness.
I underestimated her. When we first met, I thought that she was this timid little thing. A wallflower who blended into the background, but she’s not that at all. Who knows what the hell her father has put her through over the years, since the man is an asshole of epic proportions.
I’m thinking putting up with him has made her into the feisty little thing that I’m dealing with now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s soft, but she’s also fierce when she needs tobe. I admire that strength in her. Maybe that’s what caught my attention in the first place.
“Fine. I’m tabling this conversation for another time. I didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers, babe, so calm down. All I want to do is protect both of you,” I say as I follow behind her, not ashamed to say that I’m ogling the way her ass moves. It’s then that I realize that she’s wearing one of my shirts, and fuck! I have to suppress a groan.
“Sorry, I know that’s what you want, but I won’t let her live the kind of life I used to.”
“We’re all good. This is as new to me as it is for you,” I tell her. “Not that I’m not happy to see you in my clothes, because it’s hot as fuck, but why aren’t you wearing any of your clothes?”
“What clothes?”
“The ones in the closet. The same one you got my shirt from,” I say.