Page 17 of Beneath His Vow
“I’m not trading anything. I want your body to change, Lex. I can’t get the image of your round belly out of my head. That waddle as you carry the weight of this baby inside you.” His fingers skim over my stomach again, as if he’s imagining that. “You pregnant is fucking wrecking me, Lex. I want to see you grow, see what I did to you every single fucking day, and if you think this baby is going to be one and done, you’re wrong. I want you pregnant all the fucking time.”
I blink. Then I blink again. “Maybe let’s survive this pregnancy first before we talk about more.”
The words come out in a rasp, because I don’t hate the idea. I never gave much thought to family, or what it would mean. Now that I’m pregnant, and we’re building that future together, I want the sound of little feet racing around, tiny socks and onesies in the closets, football practices and dance classes—I want it all with him.
My breath catches in my throat, heat blazing through me as he rubs my clit and I shatter around him. I’m seeing stars as he drops his towel and presses against my entrance.
When he surges into my body, burying himself so deep, my gasp catches in my throat.
I submit. Because this right here, this is home, and I never want to leave.
SEVEN
LEXI
I’ve never beenthis nervous. Not when I married Casey in front of the entire club, not when I told him I loved him, not even when I first discovered I’m pregnant.
But right now, lying on this narrow table waiting to see our baby has my stomach twisting.
What if something is wrong? What if I imagined the whole thing and I’m not really pregnant?
I know that is ridiculous considering the amount of symptoms I’ve had over the last four weeks. I thought things would calm down by now, but I’m twelve weeks and I’m still puking my soul up most days.
Casey hovers close by, like a fucking guard. I’m not entirely sure what he thinks he needs to defend me against in the OB’s office, but I can tell he’s nervous too. It’s kind of sweet.
The paper rustles beneath my ass when I wiggle my leggings down to reveal my stomach. I thought I’d be showing by now, but I just look bloated. My hips are softer though, something Casey likes more than he should. He is forever grabbing my love handles.
The ultrasound tech squirts the jelly on my stomach, and I suck in a breath at how cold it is. Then the probe is pressed to myskin. The tech talks as she moves around my lower belly, clicking things on her little computer.
Then she turns the screen. “Here’s baby.”
I blink. The last time we had an ultrasound, it was impossible to tell what we were looking at, but this, this looks like a baby.
I stare at that grainy black-and-white picture as Casey strokes my hair like he’s trying to comfort me.
“Look at our kid,” he murmurs.
“Everything looks good,” the tech says.
“Can you tell if it’s a boy or girl?”
Her smile is soft. “That’ll be at the next scan you have—the anatomy one. But right now, baby looks happy and active.”
We leave the appointment, both of us in silence. His hand stays locked around mine, so I don’t fall while I stare at the printout she gave us.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I glance up at him. “Yeah, I’m… I just… I knew there was a baby inside me, of course, but every time we see it on the screen like that makes it?—”
“More real?”
I nod and tuck the photograph away.
“Are you scared?” I ask as he leads me to the truck.
“Terrified.”
I stop walking, and he turns to look back at me. “But you’re not scared of anything, Casey.”
