Page 51 of Pocketful of Us

When his gaze finally reached my swollen stomach, he faltered, his hips losing their rhythm.

"Something's changed." Brows furrowed in a mixture of pleasure and confusion, he flicked his eyes to mine. "Don’t take this the wrong way, but there's something in your stomach, Ro." His voice was strained, his breathing hard, as he never stopped moving inside of me. "Something hard."

"Yeah," I squeezed out, feeling faint. "I know."

"You do?" He stilled inside of me and blew out a ragged breath. "Oh, thank fuck for that. I was afraid you would think that I was calling you fat –"

"It's a baby," I blurted out and then held my breath, waiting for his reaction.

He froze above me. "What?"

"It's a baby," I repeated, petrified of his reaction.

His frown deepened. "A baby."

I nodded weakly. "Your baby."

"My baby." With his hands still clamped on my hips, he remained on his knees between my legs, with his cock inside of me, looking stunned. "You're really pregnant, Ro?"

Another nod.

A torrent of emotions flashed in his eyes. "You're sure?"

Shrugging, I forced a small nod.

"Fuck." He blew out a ragged breath. "Okay. Fuck. It's okay."

"Is it?" I whispered, barely breathing.

"I, uh, guess?" He looked as unsure as I felt. "You're really pregnant?"

"I'm really pregnant, Sketch."

"But we only…" He shook his head. "And that was over three months ago."

"Yeah." I exhaled heavily. "I know."

"Fuck." He bowed his head, breathing hard and fast. "Fuck, Ro, I'm so sorry."

"For what?"

"For doing that to you!" he hissed, gesturing to my stomach. "And look at me now, dammit –" he thrust his hips, pushing his fully-hard cock deeper inside me before letting out a pained groan, "Christ, I am such a recklessasshole." Clenching his eyes shut, he dragged in several calming breaths before looking back at me. "Okay, it's gonna be fine," he said hoarsely. "I'll be there." He placed his hand on my stomach. "I'll look after you – both of you. I'll get us out of here – take you somewhere far away from this hellhole. And then I'll get us a house, and I'll get a job, and I'll buy a ring." He blew out another shaky breath. "I'll fix this, Ro. I'll do right by you."

Never in my life had I loved someone as much as I loved him. Something inside of this boy strengthened me. We found a love inside of each other, a connection of indestructible measures. We were fated – an old fashioned a notion, I realized, but it was true. I felt it in the deepest part of my soul.

I belonged with Sketch Capaldi.

In this life, and all the ones that followed.

I reached a hand up to cup his cheek. "Sketch?"

Trembling, he allowed me to guide his face back down to mine. "Yeah, Ro?"

"Can you do something for me?"

"Anything," he vowed gruffly.

I pressed a kiss to his lips. "Keep moving inside me."

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