Page 23 of Daddy's Good Girl
“That’s right,” Jenna says in an even tone.“But I’ve forgiven Stephanie for it.I believe my mom was genuinely in love with Julio, and that my betrayal wounded her to the core.I get it.The two people closest to her in the world conspired to betray her, and she could hardly function.”
“Are you alright?”I ask immediately.“What happened next?”
A wry smile twists Jenna’s lips.
“The group home sucked, to be honest, but I made it out by earning a college scholarship.Then, I matriculated at Evergreen, and here we are.”
“But the scholarship wasn’t enough, and as a result, you started working for Sweet Lies.”
“Yes,” Jenna acknowledges, her voice calm even though there are two spots of color high on her cheeks.“So as you can see, Rick, we both have pasts.My background is filled with disappointment and tragedy, but it seems that yours is too.Both of us have scars, because that’s just how our lives have turned out.The question is: do you still want to make this work, knowing what I’ve done?Or is there too much baggage already?I don’t blame you if you’d rather move on because frankly, I still hate myself sometimes.I’m disgusted with my own actions, and regret them so much.”
I stare at the gorgeous blonde a moment longer as my mind whirls.To be honest, her confession came from left field and I never would have guessed that Jenna has such a sordid past.Her innocent demeanor, and sweet, wholesome ways paint an altogether different picture, and I’m shocked as well as surprised.So what do I make of it?My mind churns.
But then, I see her hand steal across her stomach again, as if soothing the baby inside.I see how her pulse flutters in her throat, and how she swallows heavily, almost as if she’s waiting in fear for my judgment.It’s then that I know I want to be with Jenna because what we have, and what we can create together going forwards, is more important than what’s happened in the past.We’ve both made mistakes, and suffered greatly for them.But we can rise from the ashes and live to build something new, and greater, if we stick together.
As a result, I get up from my seat and circle my desk before pulling Jenna from her chair.She stands, her eyes wide and questioning, as I pull her curvy form into my arms.
“We’ll figure it out,” I say in a low tone, my blue eyes burning into her own.“We’ve both made mistakes, and you know what?It’s okay.Human beings make mistakes, and no one is perfect.Besides, you were very young when all that happened, and I can’t imagine how much you suffered.”
Tears well in Jenna’s eyes as she lets out a long, trembling sigh.
“I have made mistakes in my past,” she acknowledges.“But I don’t want to pay for them for the rest of my life, which is why I want to keep this child, and to be with you.I want us to try and create something new that makes us both happy.Do you think we can do that?”
I bend my lips to press them hungrily against Jenna’s.
“We absolutely can try,” I mutter against the rosiness of her plush pout.“I want you, Jenna London, and I still stand by what I said early on.You are the woman for me, and you’re the perfect mommy for my baby too.We’re going to make this work.”
To emphasize my words, I seize her mouth in a passionate kiss, sealing my intention of making her mine.After all, we were never supposed to be together.We’re two flawed people who have erred multiple times along this journey called life, but I have to believe that time heals all wounds, and I believe that Jenna and I can make this work.We’ll stick together, practice grace daily, and be gentle with each other because nothing in life is perfect ...but with the curvy girl at my side, I know it can be done.
EPILOGUE
Jenna
This isn’t how most happy endings play out.In those stories, Cinderella is rescued by Prince Charming, and then they go riding off into the sunset as birds tweet merrily about their shoulders.But for Rick and me, it wasn’t so straightforward because we had a lot of trust issues at first.We’d made promises to one another and were desperately in love, but love is different from trust.Love is different from feeling that someone has your back, day in, day out, with no exceptions.Love is many things, but it takes time to build, and Rick and I had to work at it.
Fortunately, however, we had our pregnancy to bring us together, and the child on the way put everything in perspective because nothing else mattered.I grew bigger and bigger with each passing week, and when my third trimester came, I was comfortable.I felt at home with my man, and Rick did everything in his power to make me feel cared for and relaxed.As a result, by the time Katie was born, we were an established couple who adored one another, welcoming our baby daughter into the world with open arms.
Katie’s the light of our lives too.She gurgles and coos, and is the spitting image of Rick with his black hair, blue eyes, and mischievous demeanor.She’s got him wrapped around her little finger, and my boyfriend adores it because this is what Rick’s hoped and prayed for over the last two decades: the chance to be a father again.
So now, my life is idyllic.Katie and I moved in with the handsome physician, and he’s scaled back his schedule at the hospital to be with our newborn daughter.Despite the fact that we have a part-time nanny, Rick does a lot of childcare and is incredibly hands-on.He says there’s no sense in having someone else raise your children because what would be the point of having children to begin with?I point out that he’s done great with Emma, despite only reconnecting when she was a young adult, but Rick merely pressed a kiss to my forehead and said that he doesn’t want that for Katie.He wants to be a involved dad, and to be there through the wet nappies, constant spit-up, and drooly smiles.
So yes, life is amazing and I lean back with a grateful sigh.I’m relaxing in a special nursing room in the house, and it’s peaceful and quiet with pale yellow walls, wicker furniture, and an incredibly comfortable rocking chair that I use to feed Katie.At that moment, my boyfriend walks in with our daughter in his arms, and gently hands her to me.
“Katie wants her mommy,” he says in a deep voice, his blue eyes flaring as he watches our daughter attach to my milk-filled breasts.
“It’s more like Katie wants her feeding trough,” I say in a playful tone.“This little girl is so hungry that it seems she never gets enough.”
Rick merely stares possessively at the two of us, my curves on display as our baby drinks hungrily.
“Really,” he hums throatily.“But will there be any milk left for me, do you think?”
I giggle because our sex life has reached new depths of depravity now that my milk’s come.And yes, you guessed it: my boyfriend likes to nurse at my breasts on occasion, and yes, the lactation kink is filthy but it feels oh so good.It’s very different to have an adult male drinking from my teats and to be honest, I love it.A sudden ache develops in my pussy as I smile up at my gorgeous boyfriend coyly.
“There’ll be plenty, big boy,” I coo while batting my lashes.“Don’t you worry about that.”
“Good,” Rick rasps before bending down to press a kiss to my forehead.“I plan on drinking from you, sweetheart, and then letting the warm milk stream down your belly and through your cunt, where I’m going to lap it up again.”
“Oh my god!”I giggle, disturbing the baby a little.Katie opens her blue eyes for a moment, before slowly closing them and going back into her milk-induced stupor.“You’re so bad,” I whisper flirtatiously.