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“How far along are you?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t been to a doctor yet. If I had to guess, maybe six or seven weeks.”

“This why you been all weepy?” I asked. “And eating pickles like they’re going out of season. Oh shit, your—” I gestured at her chest.

“My what?”

“Your tits been all sensitive and shit.”

“Are you dead ass right now?”

“I noticed things. I just didn’t put it together.”

She bit her lip. “Are you mad?”

“I just told you I love you—why would I be mad, Belle?”

“Because the timing is crazy. We’re getting married in a week and that crazy nigga might blow up our wedding and⁠—”

I took her face in my hands. “Princess. I love you, but please shut the fuck up.”

She gave me a dirty look as I rubbed my thumbs across her cheeks. “I’m not mad. I just need a minute. You just told me you're carrying my baby. My brain is still trying to catch up.”

“That’s fair,” she said, letting out a shaky breath.

My hand moved from her face down to her stomach. I imagined what she’d look like in a few months with her belly round with our baby inside her.

I kissed her hard. I wanted her to feel everything I couldn’t put into words right now. How much I loved her. How much more I loved her now that she was carrying a part of me.

I pulled back so I could push the hoodie and t-shirt underneath up over her breasts. They were definitely fuller. Now that I knew the reason, I wanted to put my mouth on every inch of her.

“You about to be my wife,” I growled against her jaw. “And you’re having my baby.”

She sucked in a sharp breath as my thumbs brushed her nipples.

“Fuck, they’re so sensitive,” she rasped.

I took one of them into my mouth, using my tongue to trace down circles around them.

“Dez—”

“Yes, Princess?”

She moaned as I kissed across her chest and slid my hand into her pants. She was soaked, her essence dripped down my fingers the moment I touched her.

“Everything feels so intense,” she said, her voice strained. I pushed two fingers inside her and curled them up, pressing my thumb against her clit. Her mouth fell open as she rocked against my hand.

“Shit—Papa—I’m so close already⁠—”

“Come for me, mama.” There was no edging tonight. I wanted to feel her break apart on my hand.

She shuddered as her pussy clenched around my fingers and her forehead dropped to mine while my name fell from her lips in broken gasps.

I kissed her again as I freed myself from my pants. She tossed her leggings aside. I held her waist as she climbed back on top of me and lowered herself onto my dick.

“Oh fuck—” I gritted through my teeth. She was wetter than I’d ever felt her, so fucking warm and tight. She squeezed me like her body was trying to pull me deeper.

“That feels—my God—” she panted.