Page 45 of Jaime
This was how nights were with a baby. Constantly interrupted, but also filled with snuggles, so how could I complain? Especially when Ethan pulled me into his arms in his sleep, nuzzling my hair with a sigh.
When I woke again, the sun was starting to come in under the blackout curtains and Ethan was awake, leaning on an elbow, watching me, his fingers gently brushing through my hair.
“Morning,” he said softly, giving me a heart-melting smile.
“Morning,” I whispered. “How long have you been up?”
“A bit,” he said, fingers touching my jaw now. “Just thinking about how wonderful you are.”
I blushed and tried to turn away, but he tilted my face back toward his for a soft, lingering kiss.
“I was thinking that I could help you with some of your list,” he said, drawing back.
I blinked.
“You want to take the driving test for me?” I asked at once.
He grinned.
“No. But maybe I can help you find a daycare? Then you’ll have time for the driving training… or I could teach you, if you want? I don’t mind.”
The idea of Ethan seeing me behind the wheel made me shudder.
“Maybe I’ll start with GED classes,” I mused. “We can put the driving last.”
He raised a brow.
“You have your learner’s, right?” At my nod, he went on. “With a child, that’s probably the first thing you should sort out.”
I stiffened.
“Okay, well, I’ll think about it. It’ll be fine. I’ll figure it out.”
This conversation was steering far too close to arguments I’d had with my father and sister on one too many occasions. I’d only gotten the learner’s to shut them up. It had worked for a while. But now I knew I really did need to get over my fear.
Ethan was watching me closely. I waited for him to push it, but after a moment, he just smiled and kissed me.
Suddenly Evie began to coo, nearly reducing me into a puddle at the cuteness.
“Aw,” Ethan said, smiling. “How adorable.”
We listened silently for a minute and then the need for the bathroom won out.
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
He nodded, pecking my cheek before letting me go.
“Morning baby,” I said to Evie, taking a minute to touch her little cheek before I went to the washroom.
It felt downright luxurious waking up like this, Ethan in my bed, snuggling and talking about the future, Evie happy as could be in the room with us.
My body felt a bit off from the sex: my thighs felt like they’d had a hard workout and when I sat down on the toilet seat, I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers down to feel the swollen edges of my hole.
For some reason, eventhatwas satisfying. It was like a little souvenir. Proof of how much Ethan had stretched me out with his thick cock.
I swallowed as it hit me again.
I’d let a guy fuck me, and it had been so unexpectedly good. With Ethan, anything would be amazing, I was sure. Hell, if he wanted to sniff feet and have golden showers, I wouldn’t even argue at this point. He instinctively seemed to know what I would like, even when I didn’t know.
