Page 11 of Die For Me

I gave him a crooked smile and placed the paper blanket over my lower half. Then there was a knock at the door and Dr. Levin appeared again.

“Let’s take a look.” She sat back down on her stool and set up the stirrups, guiding me through how to place my feet on them.

Jack stood next to me and firmly held my hand; I was starting to realize that he might be nervous as well.

Dr. Levin turned on a little screen, lubed up the wand, and then inserted it inside of me. I tensed up and began to squeeze Jack’s hand.

“Just take a deep breath, Hana. Try to relax,” she assured me.

I nodded and glanced at the screen that showed a fuzzy black and white image. It looked like all of the typical ultrasound pictures you see on pregnancy announcements. I had no idea what I was looking for. Dr. Levin moved the wand around a little more before she stopped and started to take pictures with a tap on the screen.

“So…right here,” she started as she pointed to the still image of my uterus, revealing a little black circle with a tiny gray dot on the bottom of it. “Thatis the fetus. You’re about six weeks along, Hana. Congratulations.” She smiled, gently removing the wand.

I immediately started to cry as I stared at the tiny gray dot on the screen.Holy shit.There was a baby inside of me. That was my baby.Holy shit.Dr. Levin printed something out and handed it to Jack.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you.” There was a smile in his voice. “I have a quick question, doctor.”

I tore my eyes from the screen to Jack and Dr. Levin. She discarded her gloves and began to wash her hands.

“Yes?” She looked to him.

Jack glanced at me and then back to the doctor. “How soon can we get a paternity test?” he asked. He sounded nervous, or was that shame?

“Oh.” She dried her hands, not seeming bothered by the question at all. “Well, I would wait another week or so. You two can come in next week and we can do a blood draw on Hana, and we’ll need to sample your saliva. Is there another party that needs to provide a saliva sample?”

Jack looked at me and shook his head. “No. If it’s not mine, we know whose it is.”

Jack

I took Hana’s hand as we exited the doctor’s office. I was afraid to admit how excited I was, only because we weren’t 100% sure if Hana was pregnant with my baby or with Michael’s. I didn’t want to think about that, though. I wanted to take care of my pregnant wife, even if only for another week. I would have preferred her to have this baby, for it to be mine. I didn’t know how much I actually wanted it until I saw that tiny little flicker on the screen. We would be starting a family, something I’d always wanted. I wanted to make a better life for this child of mine. I kept imagining how we would take family walks around Williamsburg, how we’d take our little one to the park, out to restaurants and show her off to our friends and strangers on the street. She would have Hana’s beautiful smile, along with the Maynor dimples and lips. I hoped she would have Hana’s cheekbones, her eyes, and her kindness. If it was a boy? I would make sure he was a hell of a lot better than me. Perhaps he would want to be a drummer like his dad. Or maybe he would be a writer like Hana. The possibilities were endless for this child of ours.

Hana was quiet on the way home. When I showed her the picture of our little bean in her womb, she broke down crying again. I couldn’t tell if they were happy or sad tears. I didn’t want to know the answer, so I didn’t ask. I wouldn’t be able to bear itif they were sad tears. I needed Hana to be happy. I needed tomakeher happy.

But I still had work to do. Oh, this would be so fun. Just the thought of sending Michael the sex video of me and Hana made me giddy. Bragging to him about getting Hana pregnant would be even more amazing—once we confirmed it was mine.

I kept getting hard as I edited the video, watching Hana get pounded by me and really, truly liking it. God, she was so fucking sexy. Her tits bounced on the screen while I fucked her ass—I was about to come just from watching it. I wanted to go and take her right then and there, but she was napping and I figured she needed the rest. I could give her another pounding later when she woke up. I knew I would be ready to fuck her right after I hit send on the anonymous email to Michael, as if he wouldn’t know it was from me. A little mystery made it more fun.

I spliced together the final clips from both angles as the sun started to set. I saved it and then hit send. The video was almost thirty minutes long. I anxiously awaited an angry call or email back from Michael. I was about to fucking burst, so I eagerly went into our bedroom where I found Hana still sleeping peacefully on her side. Her bare ass looked perfect as I quietly stepped into the room. I stood next to the bed and unzipped my jeans. My dick had been hard for so long that I was afraid to even touch it—I knew I would come quickly. I carefully took off my jeans then my boxer briefs and lay down on the bed next to Hana. She stirred a little as I put my arm over her waist, but I waited until I could hear her breathing even out again. I couldn’t help myself any longer; my dick on her bare ass cheek threw me over the edge. I let go of her waist and took my dick in my hand after I spit into it, lubing myself up before I positioned myself perfectly next to her beautiful, warm pussy and quickly thrust myself into her. Hana woke up immediately, and my dirty littleslut wife backed her hips against me, her sweet fucking moans coming out of her mouth.

“Jack,” she moaned, her hands fisting her pillow.

“I’m going to make you come, sweetheart. Remember our little bet?” I reminded her, whispering into her ear.

More moans. “Yes, baby.”

I pounded her harder and deeper, making her scream, before I turned her to her stomach and straddled her, still fucking her. I stuck my finger in her mouth, and she instinctively started to suck.

“You fucking whore. Always wanting to suck and get fucked,” I teased then took my finger and put it in her ass.

“Oh fuck, Jack,” she moaned, grinding between me and the mattress underneath her.

“Now come for me,” I ordered, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

She moaned immediately, her orgasm making her pussy clench around my dick, her asshole tight, andoh, fuck—I was coming as well.

I slowed my hips as I emptied myself inside of Hana, her moans lingering as she continued to grind gently against the mattress.

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