PROLOGUE
Nix
“I’m pregnant,” she rushes out just as I feel her pussy clench around the two fingers I have planted deep inside of her.
“What?” I look up, frozen in the moment as the shock of her words run through me. I’m pregnant. My face stills between my wife’s legs, her tightness still grips my fingers while her delicious pussy juices cover my mouth and chin. Even in this moment, she’s still fucking greedy.
“I’m pregnant,” she repeats, but even after the second time she says it, it doesn’t fully register. I’m going to be a dad, again? I sit back on my legs, totally lost in the news that my wife has my child in her belly. “Are you going to say anything, Nix?” she asks when I don’t respond. “Nix.” She tries to pull away, pulling me out of my frozen stare.
“Be quiet.” The order comes out as a growl as I slowly move up her body.
“Nix, what—” She starts to complain, but I cut her off when my body covers hers and her eyes come to mine.
“You’ve got my baby inside of you?” I ask, leaning down into her space. Her eyes search mine, maybe not expecting this reaction from me, but I can’t get a hold of it. Knowing she has my child inside of her has my head all over the fucking place.
“Yes,” she whispers, her green eyes filling with tears.
“How long have you known?” I question, my mind yelling at me to react calmly, to do something other than interrogate her.
“I found out this morning.” A slow smile spreads across her beautiful face, and each time I see it, I fall a little more in love with her.
“You waited all this time to tell me?” I can’t soothe the accusation in my voice.
“What’s wrong?” She tries to move, but I keep her firmly under me, where I can see her, touch her.
“You have my child inside of you and you fuckin’ waited all day to tell me?”
“Yes!” she snaps, rolling to the left to get away from me. Fuck, I’m fucking this up.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I sit up and watch her carefully. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. She’s pregnant. Fucking pregnant with my child. My stomach knots in elation, but my head can’t get over the fact that she kept quiet all day, rode on the back of my bike today, and tells me while I eat her out, my fingers encased in her heat. Fuck.
“I’m telling you now, asshole,” she snaps and moves to leave our bed. Her anger excites me, stirs my dick. It’s pretty fucking messed up, but that’s what I love about this woman; she fucking loves hard, and passionately.
“Where are you going?” I ask, lost in her anger and how it affects me.
“Away from you,” she huffs, and even when she’s pissed, I know I can make her melt under me. Two minutes, tops.
“Get back here.” I pull her back to the bed, positioning her under me.
“You're being an ass,” she complains, refusing to make eye contact. She’s right. I am, but it’s not every day your wife tells you she’s carrying your child.
“No, baby. I’m being a man who just found out that his wife was keeping the most fan-fucking-tastic news from him all day.”
“I was trying to find the right time,” she says to the far wall, and I smirk at her sulking.
“The right time would have been the minute you found out.” I take her chin in my fingers and force her to look at me.
“That would have been lame.” She rolls her eyes, but I can tell by her reaction, she’s caving. “I wanted to do something sweet.” She loses her attitude and I know what she needs from me.
“I don’t need sweet, baby. I got you.” I lean down and take her lips with mine in a soft, gentle kiss.
“Don’t use your lines on me, Mr. Knight.” She sighs as I move down her body. My head lines up with her belly.
“You got my baby here?” My hands find her belly. A need like no other runs through me, an instinct telling me I need to protect her, protect them. Her hands move to her stomach, one covering mine.
“Yeah, baby. You’re gonna be a daddy again.” Her voice is thick with emotion and I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m lost in the moment. Me, naked with my wife, in our bed, now knowin’ she carries my unborn child.
“Fuck, I love you, Kadence,” I look up at her and watch a tear crawl down her face. “You fuckin’ give me light, baby, give me so much fuckin’ light I don’t know what to do with it. But this,” I look down toward her stomach, passing the scars that mar her side, “nothing could ever compare. Nothing. Givin’ me somethin’, somethin’ we made, somethin’ of you and me. Fuck, Kadence, I don’t know if I want to sink my cock in you and fuck you hard, or hold you and cry.” Fuck, I’m a fucking pussy.
“Don’t cry, babe.” Sitting up, she takes my face in her hands.
“You ruined me, woman. Fucking ruined me. I promise you, I’m gonna be the best daddy.” I kiss her hard and she takes it all as her tears hit my lips.
“I already know, Nix. If our baby has half the love you show Z, he or she will be blessed.” She pulls back to wipe her face.
“If you show half the love you’ve shown my son, our son, then this baby will know nothing but goodness,” I counter, ‘cause it’s the truth. This woman is my fucking light. I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch around, and with my child growing in my wife’s belly, our family is complete.