Page 43 of Living for Truth (Broken Shelves #2)

Morgan

I ’m going to be a dad.

Well, okay—I’m already a dad—but I’m going to be a dad again, and Hannah is going to be the one carrying our baby.

I’m still reeling.

The day we found out she was pregnant, my parents brought Aly to the shop, and we all went to Dosa House for dinner and asked Aly if she was okay with Hannah moving in.

I swear she’s more excited than I am; she wanted us to move her that same night. We waited until the weekend when we could have the rest of the family’s help, and it went very smoothly.

Now, Hannah’s clothes are hanging next to mine in our walk-in closet, her skin care products have a permanent spot on the shelves in the bathroom, and her books are mingled with mine on the bookshelves in my office.

I’m planning on turning the office into a nursery, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself, so I haven’t told Hannah, yet. I think it would be too hard to see the space for the baby and then lose it, rather than scramble to get it put together.

God, I hope we don’t lose this baby. Not just for my sake but because I don’t think Hannah would have it in her to try again.

Which is totally understandable and not something I’d ever consider trying to push her on, but the excitement of a new baby makes me realize how much I want another child with Hannah.

We haven’t had sex since we found out, mostly because we’ve been busy with moving and settling into a new routine, and I miss the warmth of her body.

I don’t want to push her to have sex if she’s not feeling well, but I think we need some alone time to at least snuggle and talk without nine-year-old ears around.

Sarah and Justin are taking Aly camping this weekend, so Hannah and I will be alone in the house for the first time in two weeks. I asked Olivia to cover for me at the flower shop so I could spend the day cleaning the house and setting up the movie room for a romance movie marathon.

Hannah hasn’t had any cravings yet, so I bought a bunch of different snacks I know she loves, a new cozy pajama set, and sparkling apple cider in lieu of champagne. There are six different takeout menus for her to choose from for dinner, and I hope at least one sounds good.

Sage texted me ten minutes ago when Hannah left the library, so when the garage door opens and shuts, I’m ready at the bottom of the stairs with a bouquet made up of white lilies—a symbol of peace and fertility—dark pink gerbera daisies—gratitude—and pink roses—love, and happiness.

“Welcome home, Butterfly.” God, I love saying that. I love that this is her home, with me .

“Hi… Those are stunning. What’s the occasion?” She slips off her shoes and sets her purse on the hook next to the door.

“No special occasion, we just have the house to ourselves this weekend, and I want to pamper you. I have a new pajama set in the dryer, six takeout menus to choose from, and an array of snacks while we have a romance movie marathon.”

Hannah gapes at me like I just told her something outlandish.

“What… why?”

“Because things have been go, go, go, this last week with moving in and adjusting to a new routine. We only have time for each other before we go to bed, and we’re too tired to really connect. I want to spend time together and just relax. Is that good with you?”

“I’m so sorry if you feel like I’ve been neglecting you. I’ve been so worried about the baby and feeling more tired because of the extra stress and all the things that need to be done and—”

“Shhh,” I cut her off and press a kiss to her lips.

“I’m not feeling neglected at all, Butterfly.

I know there’s a lot going on, and the stress isn’t good for you and the baby.

” She’s not showing yet, but I rub my hand over her belly anyway.

“I want to give you a weekend to just sit and relax and not have to worry about anything other than what food you want to eat. I’m not expecting sex, okay?

I do expect cuddles, though, so be prepared. ”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Now, pick a place to order from, then go get changed. Shower if you want to and meet me in the movie room.” I hand her the menus, and she quickly glances at the names.

She immediately hands me back the Thai food menu with a scrunch of her nose, then the Mexican food, then the Indian food, sandwich shop, and burger place. She’s left with the Italian menu and asks if she can get two different things off the menu.

I’d buy her the whole damn restaurant if she asked me to.

Once I have her selection, she heads upstairs, and I place the order while she’s getting ready.

Then, I go to the kitchen and prepare the flowers for their vase.

I set the blooming pink bouquet on the dining table where it will get a good amount of sunlight but not so much that it will wilt too soon.

Twenty minutes later, the food arrives just as Hannah comes down the stairs in the floral print cotton cami and matching shorts, her hair still a little damp from her shower. Her face is completely bare, and I can see the few light freckles she has.

She’s so goddamn beautiful.

I can’t believe she’s mine, and she’s carrying my baby. The sudden urge to get down on one knee and propose is so strong it nearly bowls me over.

I’ve been having that feeling a lot lately.

Wordlessly, she helps me take the food downstairs to the movie room where the snacks and drinks are laid out on the small counter there.

Keira Knightly’s version of Pride and Prejudice is already queued up and ready to begin while we situate ourselves on the large couch.

“Where are the kitties? I didn’t see them when I went upstairs,” Hannah asks as we settle in.

“I gave them some catnip and put them in the office so we could have some peace tonight. They’re fed, have water, and I put on some bird videos on my computer so they can be entertained while they’re high.”

Hannah giggles and shakes her head. “Oh, to be a cat, watching bird videos while blazed.”

“They’re spoiled little creatures, that’s for sure.”

Once we’ve settled, I press play on the movie, and we watch while we eat. Once we’ve had enough food, we move the containers to the side, and I settle myself into the couch cushions with Hannah pressed up against my side and laying her head on my chest.

We stay like that during the whole movie, and I’m positive Hannah’s fallen asleep by the end of it, but when I glance down to check, she’s already looking up at me with hooded eyes.

“Morgan?”

“Yeah, Butterfly?”

“Have you ever… fucked someone in here?”

Oh boy. My cock stirs immediately at that dirty word coming from her pretty mouth.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever had sex with in this house, Butterfly.”

“Want to christen this couch?” She runs a hand down my chest to tease the waistband of my basketball shorts.

“Are you sure, Hannah? I don’t want you to feel like you have to— oh fuck. ” I can’t even get the rest of my sentence out because Hannah slips her hand into my shorts and squeezes my cock gently. The warmth of her hand feels so damn good around my shaft.

“I’m sure, Morgan. I feel fine, but I want you to make me feel good in a way only you can.” She pumps me once, twice. “Please.”

The “please” does me in. In one swift, fluid motion, I have her delectable body pinned beneath me, and I’m devouring her mouth like it’s the only source of sustenance I’ll ever need.

It’s a hungry kiss, all lips, tongue, and teeth, and the noises she’s making are going to make me come in my pants like a damn teenager.

I need to make her come first. At least twice.

“How do you want me to make you come first, Butterfly?” I kiss a path down her jaw, following the path of bare skin exposed from her askew pajama top. “On my fingers?” I cup her pussy over her shorts, and she gasps. “Or on my tongue?”

“Surprise me.”

“Hmmm. I think I’ll do both. Why don’t you take off your pretty pajamas so I don’t ruin them?”

I move so she can sit up and take off my shirt while she removes hers, then I help her shimmy out of her shorts. “No underwear, Butterfly?”

She shakes her head, biting her bottom lip. “I don’t wear underwear to bed.”

“You mean to tell me when you’re looking so pretty in those little nightgowns you wear, you haven’t had any panties on underneath?” Fuck, those nightgowns look like something a grandma would wear, but on Hannah—God—they make me feral in a way I’ve never felt before.

“You think those are pretty? I wear them because they’re comfortable, not because they’re sexy.”

“Those goddamn dresses make me feral, Butterfly. When you wore one the first night you officially moved in, I had to jack off in the shower before coming to bed. Something about them…” I trail off and run a hand down her curvy sides.

“Guess all the lingerie I’ve bought was a waste of money, then,” she teases.

“Not at all. You could wear a burlap sack and I’d still want to devour every inch of you. It’s not what you wear, Butterfly. It’s you . I want you, all the time. I love you.”

“I love you too, Morgan.” She sits up a little and captures my mouth in a slow, enticing kiss that makes me feel like I’m melting into a puddle.

When she finally pulls away, I trail my mouth down her chest, carefully kissing each peaked nipple because I know her breasts are starting to get more sensitive.

I trail down her stomach, leaving extra kisses and silently telling our little embryo to stay where they are.

Then I shimmy down and kiss my way to where her thighs meet.

“We may have already had dinner, but I’m starving. So let me enjoy this decadent dessert.”

I don’t dive in like I’m craving to, instead I start with slow circles of my tongue on her clit, adding pressure with every completed circle. She writhes beneath me, arching into me to get more friction, but she’s not in charge right now, I am. I want to take my time and enjoy the taste of her.

I lick up one side of her pussy and down the other, nibbling gently on the lips in a way I know gets her even closer to an orgasm.

“Please, Morgan. I want you,” she whines.

“I want you too, Butterfly, but I want to make you come on my tongue and fingers and then on my cock. So be good, and let me play.” I punctuate my command by pushing one finger inside her.

She’s already wet for me and not just from my mouth being on her.

I slowly pump my finger in and out, then add a second one, and curl them to find her g-spot.

“Oh fuck!” she moans loudly as I rub against her. She must be more sensitive now that she’s pregnant, because while she’s enjoyed this before, I've never gotten such a visceral reaction from her.

I’m certainly not going to complain about an increase in her pleasure.

She humps herself against my fingers while I flick her clit with my tongue. “That’s it, Hannah. Ride my fingers and my face. Take your pleasure. I want to watch you come apart.”

“Fuck, I’m going to come!” she moans, clamping down on my fingers as a rush of wetness coats my hand.

I work her through her orgasm, and when she pushes my head to signal she needs a break, I slowly pull my fingers out.

I shuck my shorts and boxers and position myself at her entrance, but she shakes her head.

“I want you to fuck me from behind.”

Who am I to tell her no?

She turns and rests on her elbows, presenting her ass to me, and I groan appreciatively at the tantalizing sight. Her ass wiggles while she situates herself, and I have to tamp down the urge to take a big ole bite of it.

I position the head of my cock at her entrance and slowly push in.

The way her pussy grips me and molds perfectly to my cock makes my head spin.

This position gets me deeper inside her, every soft part of her wrapping around my hardness like the best kind of glove.

Once I’m fully inside, I ask, “How do you want this, Butterfly? Fast and hard or slow and sweet?”

Hannah props herself up on her elbows, looking at me so sweetly as she says, “Fuck me hard, Morgan.”

“Whatever you ask for…” I pull out and push back into her hard and fast, relishing in the way her ass ripples with each thrust. I’ve been so pent up from the stress of everything that my orgasm is right at the base of my cock, ready to explode.

“Fuck, Butterfly. I’m going to need you to reach down and play with your clit so you can come with me. I’m going to get there embarrassingly fast.”

She follows my directions, the first swipe of her fingers causing her to clench around me. She’s getting close.

“Come! Now!” I need her there first.

As the first drops of my cum release from my cock, she clenches around me and moans my name, squeezing out every last bit of my orgasm.

I stay inside her until my cock softens, then I pull out and wipe up our combined releases with my discarded shirt.

“Come on, Butterfly. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can watch You’ve Got Mail. ”

“Okay,” she sighs, looking completely spent and relaxed for the first time in weeks.

We watch two more movies before we’re both yawning and ready to call it a night. When we settle into bed, she curls up like a cat at my side and kisses me tenderly before falling asleep against my chest.