Page 46 of Not Afraid to Trust Again
Kyden grabbed my wrist and applied the cuffs.
“You good?” he asked as he trailed my spine with his finger, then smacked my ass.
“Yes.”
He used that same finger to touch me, testing to see how wet I was.
“I see you’re ready for me.” He kissed my back, then slid inside of me.
“Shit,” I cried.
He held on to my cuffed hands, and I moaned his name as he fucked me. I couldn’t move my hands, but I wasn’t scared. It felt too good to move anyway.
“Tonight just might be the night we make a baby.” He groaned in my arm.
“I hope so.”
I didn’t know if it would be or not, but regardless of what happened, I would enjoy the practice.
“You better hurry up,”I moaned softly in Kyden’s ear as he slowly stroked my insides.
“I got you.” He groaned. His strokes sped up as I gripped his back.
In a matter of minutes, we would be interrupted, so he needed to make it quick, or he’d be walking around with blue balls for the rest of the day.
He kissed me and ground his hips into me. I felt myself getting wetter, and my toes curled underneath the sheet. A few strokes later, we reached our peaks at the same time. Right on cue, loud cries wailed through the baby monitor. Kyden pulled out of me and kissed my lips.
“Get yourself cleaned up real quick. I’ll bring her in because you know she’s hungry.”
“Okay.”
I watched him climb out of the bed and put his pajama pants on as the cries got louder. When Kyden left the room, I got out of bed then walked to the en suite.
A year or so had passed since we ran into his ex-wife, and things couldn’t have been better. I officially met his ex-wife when we ran into her and her family one day while we were shopping. She turned out to be nice. We didn’t have any issues with each other.
The night we agreed to try again for another baby, I ended up pregnant. It was like the universe and God knew we had to resolve our issues before we brought a baby into the world. We kept it a secret for as long as we could, but once I started to show, we had to tell everyone. In the beginning, I was so afraid of losing the baby again, but Kyden would reassure me every single time I panicked that things would work out.
In the bathroom, I quickly used the toilet and washed up before I went back into the bedroom to put on my pajamas.
A minute later, Kyden came into the bedroom carrying our three-month-old daughter, Kaylee. My baby girl was a perfect combination of her father and me, and I loved her so much.
“You know she’s ready to eat,” Kyden said as he passed her to me.
I took her from his arms and kissed her chubby cheeks. “Hey, baby girl.”
She moved her head near my breast, so I lifted my shirt and helped her latch on. In the beginning, she wouldn’t take to my breasts, but the nurses at the hospital helped me. I wanted to breastfeed for as long as I could because it helped me bond with her. I wanted to enjoy it while I could because I wasn’t sure if I would have another baby. I didn’t have any issues with her, but Ididn’t want to take the chance of another loss. Only time would tell. Until another one came along, I would cherish the moments I had with my baby. I looked up to find Kyden staring at us, and I smiled.
“I love to see you in mommy mode and feeding our baby from those pretty ass titties.” He winked.
“You’re so fresh. I love seeing you in daddy mode too.”
Kyden was such a hands-on father. With the exception of breastfeeding, he did everything he possibly could. Whenever I had to feed her and he was home, he would sit and talk to me until she was done. He would burp her most times after feeding, and he changed her diapers often.
“You know everyone is coming over today, right?”
I took my eyes off the baby to look at her father.
“That’s today?”
