Page 70 of Finding Home with You

Ryan

“So, you’re looking pretty pleased with yourself,” Erin says, propping her chin up on my chest.

We’re lying on the couch together, Erin is on top of me and both of us are naked, tangled together after I made her come a couple of times with my mouth before slowly and carefully fucking her.

I grin down at her. “Maybe,” I say, tucking both hands behind my head.

Erin slides higher, looking at me questioningly. “Care to explain?” she asks.

I shrug as though it’s no big deal. “Just thinking about how amazing I am, that’s all,” I say, winking at her.

Erin laughs. “What? Because you gave me a couple of orgasms?”

“Well,” I say, my grin widening, as Erin shakes her head at me. “But no,” I continue, untucking a hand and running it down her spine to her ass. “More because I got you knocked up,” I add, squeezing her ass cheek.

“What?” she says again, giving me a playful slap on the chest.

I lean up, press a hard kiss to her mouth. “Well clearly my boys are potent,” I say. “I mean you were on the pill, but even that couldn’t stop them.”

“Oh my god, Ryan,” Erin says, rolling her eyes. “Clearly I must have missed taking it a morning or two,” she says. “But if you want to go on thinking this was all due to your magical cock and your champion sperm, then do what you gotta do.”

Reaching down with my other hand, I grab both ass cheeks now and haul her up my body. “I think we both know that’s exactly what happened here, Red,” I say, kissing her hard.

“Sure, sure,” she says, rolling her eyes again. “I’ll let you think that if you’ll concede that since I was strong enough to have sex with you just now, you don’t need to keep up this whole protective-because-I’m-fragile-as-glass bullshit you’ve got going on.”

I slide my hands up her back, wrapping them around her as I hold her tightly against me. “I meant what I said, Erin,” I say, my voice serious now. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, or to our baby. I will protect you. From everything,” I add. “And if that means I get a little controlling and over the top, then so be it. I’m not going to apologize for wanting to take care of you both.”

Erin rolls her eyes again, even as a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. Resting her good arm across my chest, she lowers her chin to it, her eyes locked onto mine.

“You sure you want this?” she asks, her voice quiet.

“The baby?”

“The baby, me, all of it,” she says.

“Erin,” I say, tightening my arms. “Yes, I absolutely want this.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive,” I say, smiling at her. “I’ve never wanted something more.”

“But how do we make it work,” she says, swallowing hard. “The distance, the commute…?” She trails off and I can hear all the things she isn’t saying.

Anthony.

Her father.

“We’ll find a way, babe. I promise,” I tell her. “I want this. I want you and I want our baby, more than anything in the world. And I’m not going to let anything or anyone take that away from me.”

Erin stares at me, her eyes once again searching mine, looking for the truth in what I’m telling her. Eventually, she smiles, almost shyly as she leans in and kisses me softly.

“Okay,” she whispers against my mouth before deepening the kiss.

“I need to go,” I say.

“Are you talking to me or the baby?” Erin asks, her fingers sliding into my hair.

I’m lying with my head on her chest, my hand resting on her stomach as I try and work up the energy to get out of bed and head back to Boston. It’s still early, but I have so much shit to do today, I really need to get going.