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I freeze. Of all the things she could’ve told me, this was not what I was expecting. I pull her in tighter still and press my lips to the crown of her head. Part of me is terrified at the thought of being a father, but another part… Feels elated. I’ve always wanted children, and while I didn’t plan to have them so soon, would it be a bad thing to have them with Abby? I’ve never felt so close to another person, and we are just getting started. I kissed the top of her head again.

“Everything will be okay, love. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you.”

I don’t mind the idea of having a child.

8

Abby

Ilook up at Jake, not believing what I’m hearing. He’s not angry; he’s not leaving. A flurry of butterflies swarm in my stomach, and I feel my body shaking. I can’t believe it. I wasn’t expecting his gentle acceptance. His eyes are soft, and his smile is even more peaceful. Feeling overwhelmed and emotional and so hot for this man, I swing myself into his lap and kiss him passionately. I don’t know why this seemingly perfect man came into my life or why he chose me, but God, I’m grateful.

I swipe my tongue across his lips, and he opens to me, reaching his smooth muscle out to touch mine. I slide my hands into his hair, just long enough on the top to get a good handful, and jerk his head back against the couch, baring his neck to my hungry mouth. I suck and bite and moan against him as I rock in his lap. I can feel him, rock hard and pulsing beneath me. He groans, and it sends a sharp spark of pleasure straight into my core. I pause and jerk my sleep shirt over my head and toss it behind me, leaving me in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties. Jake pulls his shirt off while I attack his belt and get his cock into my hand. I can’t wait anymore. I lick my palm and pump him a few times before yanking my panties to the side and sliding down on top of him. He fills me, touching every quivering, sensitive spot inside of me.

“Jake,” I moan and move my hips in a slow circular motion. He grabs my hands and laces our fingers together, helping me hold my balance. I lift my hips until just the head is inside of me and then slam back down with force, sending us both a shock of pleasure. I feel him twitch and throb, and I clamp down onto him before doing it again and again. Neither of us is going to last. I fall forward and wrap my arms around him. He crushes me against him and pounds up into my wet pussy, dragging moans and cries from my throat. We climb higher and higher, both our bodies tight as bowstrings until we reach the peak, crying out and clutching at each other through the aftershocks.

I collapse against his chest, panting, and he sinks further into the sofa, rubbing my back and catching his breath.

“We should talk some more, Abs.” I sigh but don’t answer. Instead, I stand and take his hand, leading him to the shower. We take our time and wash each other, sharing gentle kisses before finishing up and going to bed. There in the dark, laying against his chest, I tell him all of my fears and uncertainties, and he tells me his own, but also his hopes. We have more to discuss, but we drift off to sleep; it will have to wait until morning.

The next morning, we are startled awake by a pounding on the front door. Jake kisses my head. “I’ll see who it is; you relax.” I hear him open the door, and then the yelling begins. Riley is here.

9

Jake

Abby’s sister is a petite, tattooed powerhouse, with platinum blonde hair and a nose ring. She pushes me aside and immediately starts yelling at me for knocking up her baby sister.

“How irresponsible can you be?” she yells, putting her hands on her hips. “I hope you have a job; youwillbe taking responsibility, or so help me, I willendyou.”

Before I can even get a word in, she continues. “You better not plan to leave her on her own–” Thank God Abby rushes from her room in a bathrobe at that moment before this woman could take this any further.

“Riley! Stop yelling at Jake. Oh, my God, I can’t believe you’re already here!” Riley pulls her into a protective hug and glares over at me.

“Of course, I’m here! You called me in a panic. Did you think I wouldn’t come?”

“I knew you would, Ri. I just didn’t think you’d find a flight that fast. I’m so happy to see you.” Riley smiles and seems to calm down a bit.

“I’m happy to see you too, sis.”

“How about I make you ladies some breakfast,” I say and make my escape to the kitchen. The girls get caught up at the kitchen table while I whip up a pot of oatmeal and a platter of toast.

“So, have you thought about what you want to do?” she asks Abby, glancing pointedly at her stomach.

“No. Jake and I need to talk some more before we make a decision.” I grab myself a glass of orange juice and go to take a sip.

Riley turns in her chair and stares me down. “What are your intentions with my sister?” I almost choke on my orange juice, but I manage to swallow it down and move to the table, plates of toast and bowls of oatmeal filling in my hands. At her sister’s look at the heavy carb food choices, Abby explains that eggs and anything greasy have been making her incredibly sick, something she mentioned in passing to me the day before that I seemed to remember. I grab a bowl of fresh berries, setting it next to Abby’s oatmeal before dropping a kiss on top of her head and getting settled into my seat.

“Look, I’m going to be here for Abby, no matter what she decides,” I tell Riley seriously. She stares me down for a moment before turning to her breakfast and ignoring me altogether. We all begin eating as the girls continue to chat. I tuned them out and thought about how my life was potentially about to change. I imagine Abby with a pregnant belly on her willowy frame, painting a nursery, rubbing her feet, and making her snacks in the middle of the night. The more I think about it, the more I begin to fall in love with the idea.

We finish our food, and I collect the dishes and move into the kitchen to wash up. The girls move to the living room, and Abby asks Riley all about her artist life in New York City. I decide to work on some sketches at the table while they have sister time.

Riley heads out an hour later to say hello to their mother and give Abby and me some time to talk. We settle onto the couch, and she cuddles into my side.

“What should we do, Jake?”

“What do you want to do, babe?” She glances up at me quickly and then down at her lap.

“I… Honestly, I see positives and negatives either way.”

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