Page 95 of Mistletoe Mistake
~Cole~
Gemma's words seemed to linger in the air between us for a moment until a new sound rang out: Big Ben just behind us, marking the hour.
Gemma looked over her shoulder at the clock tower before turning back to me with a bright smile. “It's midnight! That means it's Christmas Day now. Happy Christmas, Cole.”
“Merry Chris... ” I started to respond automatically before catching myself, still trying to wrap my head around the first thing she'd said. “Wait, hold on. Back up a second. You're pregnant?”
She nodded, still smiling, her green eyes sparkling under the streetlights as she looked up at me. “Like I said, I just found out this afternoon.”
Could she really be serious? It didn’t seem like a joke, but how would that even happen? I mean, I knew how it happened, but I only forgot to use a condom that one time. What were the odds? I woke up that morning thinking I might have a daughter, found out I didn't, and now, it seemed like I was going to be a father after all, but to a new baby. My equilibrium had been completely thrown off and I almost wondered if I could be dreaming, it felt that surreal.
“Cole? Are you alright?” Gemma's eyebrows drew together curiously as she tried to read my expression, making me wonder how long I’d been sitting there speechless.
More to the point:wasI alright? Obviously, neither of us had planned or intended a pregnancy at that point, but as I let myself really take it in, a new feeling took root inside me, one I hadn't felt in a long time. The best way I could describe it would be... joy.
The incredible woman in front of me, the one I'd already decided I wanted to be with, the one who made me happier than anyone ever had, was going to have my baby. And she had to ask me if I was okay with it?
“Gemma, that's amazing.” I took her face in my hands, wanting to be sure she saw the truth behind my words in my eyes. “I never expected it right now, but as long as you're happy with it, then I'm absolutely delighted.”
“Really?” The most beautiful, hopeful smile lit up her face beneath the city lights.
“Really,” I assured her. “But how do you feel?”
“I was surprised,” she admitted. “But I'm actually really happy about it, especially if you are too.”
“I am. I really am.”
My lips pressed down on hers, not caring that we were in public, not caring how many people might see us there. I wanted her to feel my certainty. Her news had to be the best Christmas present I could have imagined, and I groaned internally as I realized the only thing that would have made the moment better would have been if I could give her my present. Unfortunately, I’d sent it to her apartment along with the rest of my things.
I'd have to wait and give it to her in the morning, but I could live with that. We had enough to celebrate already.
“Do you want to go back to my flat?” Gemma asked against my lips.
“God, yes,” I muttered, making us both laugh.
We caught a taxi and before long, we were letting ourselves into Gemma's home after picking up my bags from the driver outside. She paused for a moment in the doorway after unlocking the door, making me nearly run into her.
“Not so fast,” she teased me. “You know the rules.”
Her eyes moved upwards and I followed her gaze to the mistletoe hanging over the door. In my mind, I was immediately taken back to that first night with her, the night we met, when she kissed me under the mistletoe. The night everything started.
I didn't need any further invitation. In less than a second, I had her in my arms, kissing her deeply as we stumbled further into her flat.
“Do you want a tour?” she asked, laughing as she wriggled from my grasp.
“Later. For now, just show me the bedroom.”
With a grin, Gemma took my hand and led me down the hall to the master bedroom. There would be time later for me to take a look around, learning what I could about her from the decoration, but for now, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I needed to be inside her again. Everything else could wait.
She bit her lip as she sauntered to the middle of the room. “If you don’t mind, I actually have something in mind for tonight.”
That immediately piqued my interest. Up until then, I had always been the one with the plan. “I suppose it is Christmas, your favourite day. We can do things your way, just for tonight.”
She grinned even wider. “That's what I hoped you'd say. And since we're doing it my way, the first thing I want you to do is strip.”
My eyebrows raised in surprise as she gave me an order. It made for a complete reversal of our usual dynamic, but since it was Christmas, I supposed I could give her the reins for one night. She took a step back and watched me as I removed my clothes. I had worn a suit that day for flying on the company plane, but for the rest of my time in London, I had actually brought sweaters and jeans. It would be the first time she would see me wearing something other than a suit or nothing at all.
The latter was my current situation as I stood before her, naked, my dick already hard with anticipation. Longing filled Gemma’s eyes as she looked me over, a longing I would bet was reflected in my own gaze, but when I stepped towards her, she held out a hand to stop me.
