Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem (26 page)

I’m stunned. My mouth falls open, and I’m stuck in a brain freeze. Right now, if there was a fly catching competition, I’d be top of the freaking table.

“See, the thing is, gorgeous, he seems to think that we’re having a baby...together.”

I’m speechless. All the words I want to say have disappeared. Even Angel Mac has gone into hiding. How did I screw this up so badly?

“Is that right? Are you pregnant?”

“Y-yeah I am.”

“And is it mine?”

I gasp. “Of course it is!” My heart is racing, and I can feel my body tense up.

He rakes his hand through his hair again, looking down at his feet as he tries to compose himself. I can see him taking a huge breath, his shoulders lifting and falling as he lets out a huge sigh.

He looks back up at me, and his eyes have softened. “Why didn’t you want to tell me? You know how I feel about you, don’t you?”

Now it’s my turn to stand up. I pace the lounge once, willing myself to say the words. “I don’t want to be with anyone else, I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you. I’ve been terrified of losing this baby, of losing another baby, and I love you too much to put you through that pain.”

All of a sudden, he’s standing in front of me, just inches away from my body. “What did you just say?” he asks softly, cupping my face in his hands.

“I said that I didn’t want to put you through the pain of losing a baby.”

“No, gorgeous, before that.”

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Say it again.”

“I love you,” I repeat, stronger and more sure of myself.

“God, I’ve dreamed about hearing those words come from your mouth,” he says before crashing his lips against mine, delving his tongue into my mouth and kissing me like his life depends on it. I wrap my arms around his neck and lose myself in him.

Pulling away, I see the biggest grin on his face. I decide it’s now or never.

“I’ve been fixing myself. Fixing my life. Trying to get myself in the right head space to be with you because that’s all I want, but then I didn’t want you to just want to be with me because of the baby. When I found out about our little superhero here…” I rub my hand over my stomach. I’m nowhere near showing, but I’ve already developed a habit of holding my hand on my belly.

“Our little superhero?” he asks with a grin.

“Ah, yeah, the name kinda stuck,” I say with a shrug.

He moves his hands down my body and rests them on top of mine on my stomach, causing my breath to hitch.

“Gorgeous girl, for a smart cookie you can be pretty fucking clueless sometimes. So, I’m gonna lay it out for you one more time. Hell, I’ll keep saying it until you start believing it. I’ve wanted you from the start, and I told you that you were mine. That I would wait. And I’ve been waiting, gorgeous, but I was about ready to come beat down your door and make you see reason. You’re my forever girl. My Lois Lane. You always have been, and if I have my way, you always will be.”

I open my mouth in shock. This is more than I could have ever imagined.

“When I got sick of waiting, I tried pushing the issue which only made you move further away. After that night at my apartment, I thought you’d felt it. I thought you realized what we had was real. But then you ran, and a little part of me gave up hope. But I was already in too deep with you, way over my fucking head, and I’m tall. That’s pretty deep,” he says with a cheeky grin.

“I told you that I loved you so much that I’d keep at you until you realized it, or gave in to my sexy charms. One of the two.” He lifts his hands up, cupping my face in his warm, soft hands. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you stay and talk it out with you. I was in shock that you were willing to walk away after what we’d experienced that night.”

“No, Daniel. I’m sorry I didn’t believe in us, or in you enough to fight harder.”

“So this is why you’ve been avoiding me? Because you were scared?”

I nod, unable to stop the tears falling down my face. These pregnancy hormones have a lot to answer for.

“Let’s get one thing clear, Mac. I would never be with you just because we’re having a baby together. I wanted you before this, and now that there is going to be a mini me I’m beyond happy. I may be a little shocked, but this is without a doubt the second best thing to ever happen to me in my life.”

“Second best?” I ask with a smirk.

“The first being the night you dropped your phone on the L,” he replies with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. “I know it’s going to be scary, and there will be a few freak outs, but I’m going to be here for you every step of the way if you’ll have me.”

There is a tenderness in his eyes that melts me to the core. He almost looks wary, like he’s not sure what I’m going to say or do next. It’s totally un-Daniel like, and I suddenly want to jump him and kiss the shit out of him.

“My turn now?” I ask. He nods and waits. I lean forward and kiss him again, trying to prove to myself that this is actually real. Daniel is here, in front of me, and I’m not freaking out.

Hell, I’m not freaking out!

After a few minutes of making out like horny teenagers with a curfew, he pulls away just slightly, looking down at me with a huge smile.

“I’m liking these pregnancy hormones. Especially if I get eight more months of you like this.”

I pull him close to me, planting soft kisses all over his face, and not stopping until I’ve kissed everywhere I can reach.

“Superman, you have NO idea.”

The End

But Wait…

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always been a bit clueless when it comes to pregnant women.

Until now.

Mac is five months pregnant and is starting to bloom. It makes her even more beautiful, almost radiant. And with all the books she’s reading, I’m getting a rapid initiation not only into the world of impending parenthood, but the quirks, beauty, and interesting adaptations that come with any first time pregnancy. I’ve heard about more swollen body parts, birthing techniques - including how some women have orgasmic births! - and things being cut that just shouldn’t be cut.

Mac complains that she is getting fat, making a cute pouty face and telling me that I’ll have to roll her in flour to find the wet spot when she’s the size of a whale, then chastises me when I crack up laughing at the mental picture that conjures up.

She has always been beautiful and sexy. God, that woman has driven me to my knees more than once. Now that we’re together, and she’s finally caught up with the fact that we love each other, life has been so much better.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that Mac has really changed, but she’s not so skittish. I’m no longer having to watch everything I say or do. I can wrap my arms around her, kiss the shit out of her and tell her I love her without fear that she’s going to run the other way screaming. This is progress. And to be honest, a hell of a lot less stressful than the past seven months have been.

She took a while to convince, but in the end the connection we had was too hard for even the stubborn Makenna Lewis to ignore. Our little superhero in waiting did play a big part, but I was getting close to breaking point by the time Noah congratulated me on the baby I didn’t even know I was having.

Tonight we’re staying at Mac and Kate’s place. We watched a birthing video earlier which I had to stop watching because I didn’t want to lose my libido completely. If I see another pussy look like it is pushing out something the size of a watermelon, I’m going to be stuck with a soft on for the foreseeable future.

Now we’re in bed, and Mac is lying on her back with my head to her stomach just listening, or trying to listen while I talk to our little superhero (yep, the name kinda stuck). We’ve decided not to find out the sex. Mac says it’s one of the only true surprises in life, and I like the idea of that. With technology becoming so advanced that you can be tracked everywhere, contacted everywhere, find out international events within minutes of them happening, I like the idea that this was the one thing we didn’t have to find out. When our baby is born, we’ll find out together whether we’re having a super hero or heroine (like I said, the name stuck).

Will I have a Chicago Bear in the making that I can teach to play ball? Or will I need to go buy a shotgun to keep everyone away from my little girl?

Something I’ve been thinking about for a while now is changing our living arrangements. I’m sick of switching between my place and Mac’s. I want her in my bed, my apartment, my space. Hell, I want to be able to say our bed and our house for once. We’ve spoken about it, and I’ve even brought up the possibility of us buying a house together before the baby is born, but Mac never fails to avoid the question, managing to change the subject every time. Either that or she feigns heart burn, or the baby kicking which is something she knows will never fail to distract me because I’m yet to feel the baby kick.

It frustrates the hell out of me!

Now that I have an extremely sated and happy Mac lying beside me, I decide it’s the perfect chance to raise the subject again. “Gorgeous, we need to decide what we’re going to do once the baby arrives,” I say, raising my arm and slowly stroking my hand up and down her naked back.

“Ah, what do you mean? We’ll have to look after it, you know, like most other new parents.”

I chuckle. “You know what I mean, Mac. Where are the three of us going to live?”

Her body stills before she lifts her head up, propping her head up on her hands as she looks up at me. “Babe, what do you mean? I’m going to live here with Kate.”

Now I’m pissed off. It takes a lot to annoy me, but being separated from my family will do it every time.

“Mac, that ain’t gonna happen. You, me, and the baby will be living together, in the same house, under the same roof, at the same address. You understand me?”

“Yeah, but...”

“No buts. We’re going to be a family. I love you, you love me. Together, we’re going to raise this baby so that means we need to live in the same fucking house. I know you and Kate are close, and yes you’ll miss each other, but it’s not like you’re moving to another city or state. You’re moving two blocks south.”

I pull my hand up, tangling it in her hair before bringing her face closer to mine and kissing her softly at first, deepening the kiss when a moan reverberates in her chest, egging me on. My grip in her hair tightens, and I can feel a shudder run through her body as I suck her tongue into my mouth, my other hand gently massaging her breast. Point understood.

One of the best things about Mac being pregnant is her tits. I swear to God that those puppies grew overnight. And they’re so sensitive, the lightest of touches affects her.

It’s fucking awesome.

Mac has always been a freak in the sack, but pregnancy has definitely made her hornier and sexier than ever before. I give her another sneaky grope before she pulls back and just looks at me, centimeters away from my face.

“It’s not that I don’t want to because I do. In fact, there is nothing I want more than for you, me and baby to have our own place, our own home. But Kate needs me. She doesn’t have someone like you in her life to lean on. I’m it for her. Her family live out of state now. I’ll constantly be worried that she’s sitting at home alone. I can’t do that to her, Daniel. She’s always been there for me.”

Her face is flushed, and her eyes are glistening with tears. I know this is a touchy subject for her, and I can’t help but smile at her sincerity. She does want the same things as me, she’s just worried about her best friend and I can’t fault her for that. Those two girls are so close that they’re almost like sisters.

“Okay, babe. We’ll shelve the idea for now, but bubs isn’t going to stay inside you forever, you know. In four months’ time, our little boy or girl will make their grand entrance and all I want is for us all to be settled and ready. A baby needs a home. And as for Kate, she’s a big girl, and I think she would’ve realized by now that there will be changes in the living arrangements sooner or later.”

I cup her cheek with my hand, wiping away a lone tear that is sliding down her cheek with my thumb. She smiles down at me, brushing her lips softly against mine, then snuggling back down and burrowing her head into my chest.

“And I love you for that.”

“Say it again,” I sleepily murmur against her hair, pulling her in tight against me.

“I love you,” she says as she lightly kisses my collarbone and lays her head down.

“Never gonna get sick of hearing you say that, gorgeous. Three of the best words in the world when they come from you.”

Master Table of Contents

Temporary Bliss

True Bliss

Dedication

Prologue: “Romeo & Juliet”

Chapter 1: “Collide”

Chapter 2: “Girlfriend”

Chapter 3: “Everything Has Changed”