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“Don’t you know by now? I’ll give you anything you want,” I told her.
Then, just like my woman when she had an idea, she rolled with it.
Before I could even blink, she was bent at the waist over the center console, telling me to lean my seat back.
I did it without a thought.
She unsnapped my jeans, lowered my zipper, slid her hand into the waistband of my boxers, and then lowered her mouth to my cock.
“Fuck me,” I growled.
She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and then sucked it into her mouth.
I groaned.
***
“You’re going to stand right there?” she asked as she lowered her panties and lifted her dress.
I nodded, “Another big moment. I’m not missing this.”
She sighed as she shook her head.
She knew me.
She was used to me.
I winked as I handed her a plastic cup.
She growled as she took it, and then she did her business.
I took the cup from her and set it on the counter.
Then I read the instructions as she finished doing what she needed to and stepped to my side.
Then I grabbed fifteen tests and stuck them into the cup.
I waited five seconds and pulled them out. Then one by one, I laid them on the counter.
And then I stared at them.
And then... a plus sign... pregnant... a plus sign... pregnant... plus sign.
I didn’t realize that I had tears in my eyes until she brushed them away, and then I looked at her, at my universe.
I dropped to my knees and pressed my lips to her belly.
“You’ll never be scared. You’ll never know fear. You’ll never doubt my love. Promise you I’ll be the best fucking dad this world has ever seen.”
She ran her fingers through my hair and then pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “Love you.”
I looked up at her and whispered, “I fucking love you too.”
***
We fought over furniture.
We fought over paint colors.
