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“Hey, no need to feel bad about that,” he says. “No, this sucks. Babies are loud, expensive things that can’t live without us and cry for years before speaking clear English. This is a massive slap in the face, no doubt about it. But we’ll figure it all out. We’re going to go through this together, missy.”

Just as he says that, I begin to feel slightly queasy again. I know that soon, vomit will be coming up.

“Sorry!” I bellow as I rush back to the bathroom.

I hate becominga slave to the morning sickness, but it only keeps hitting harder as the day progresses. I am spending more time in the bathrooms at places than I am seeing the actual places we’ve gone to see.

Finally, Mason implores that we stop working my body and allow it to rest. He takes us over to my place, and he walks me in. At first, I think he is going to drop me off and carry on his way back home to Wrightwood. Instead, he chooses to stay with me even longer. He wants to make sure I am taken care of while my body begins to fall apart. I am really sick that night, so I am beyond relieved that he is there.

Then, he manages to amaze me even further. While I sit on the bathroom floor, regretting my life and hating that stupid, ineffective condom, Mason is busy working in my kitchen making me soup. At times when I can control my breathing, I can smell the delicious aromas from where I am sitting.

When I am able, I stumble out from the bathroom and collapse onto the couch. Mason comes over to join me, carrying a bowl of soup and a blanket. He sits next to me and wraps the blanket around me, tucking me into a couch cocoon that will surely make me into a couch potato. I sip on my hot soup while we watch TV in the dark.

Once I know I’m not going to finish everything in my bowl, I hand it to him, and he puts it on the coffee table. I scoot over onto him, laying my head down in his lap, wrapping myself up tighter in my blanket. He reaches his hands up through my blanket barrier so he can wrap his arms around my warm body. I grab hold of one of his hands, and I close my eyes.

We cuddle, and it is the definition of perfection. I don’t just have an active baby-daddy; I have a partner that is trying to nurse me back to health and take care of his baby’s mother. I wonder if it is so that we can all maybe become a happy family one day.

He kisses my forehead, caressing my skin and stroking my hair. I can’t help but think,I could get used to this.

“I don’t think I mentioned in the bookstore,” Mason says to me at random. “I liked the name Adolf for a boy or Gertrude for a girl—thoughts?” He laughs.

32

Mason

Iwake up in Jillian’s bed the following morning to quite an unexpected and delightful alarm. My vision is still blurry, but I realize what is happening: Jillian is sucking my cock.

I still have the covers on. I can’t see her, but I can feel her soft, warm lips as they go up and down my shaft. Her hand is wrapped around my base, and she is taking so much of me in her mouth. I keep the covers on for a while, reveling in what is happening to me. I am growing so hard for her, filling up her mouth nicely.

I pull the covers up to watch her engulf my cock, slobbering on it, bobbing for it, and slurping as much of it up as she can fit.

“Oh,” I murmur. “I love that, baby.”

I am in love with her mouth and how she moves it. Every time I moan, she sucks harder and goes deeper. I have to keep the covers on top of her. I know that if she looks up at me with her glistening eyes with her mouth full of my wood, I will likely burst instantly and the pleasure will cease. I don’t want her to stop.

I finally do stop her once I can feel myself begin to surge under her remarkable skills. I put both hands on her face and lift her head up off my cock. She is breathing rapidly, making up for the breaths she missed while servicing me.

“I’m about to come,” I say in a deep voice. “I want to fuck you first. I want that pussy, baby.”

Before I can move, she flings the covers off the bed, exposing the two of us and our naked bodies. We admire each other for several seconds before she starts moving toward me. I want to run my fingers all over her body, tracing lines aimlessly just for an excuse to touch her.

I don’t need an excuse to touch her, though. She climbs on top of me, shoving my dick deep inside her. Now that we know how good it feels to have her on top, we are immediately ready to relive it. She is moaning loudly and grinding on my dick hard. Her mouth hangs agape, her eyes are closed, her perfect breasts are bouncing, her back arches, and her ass sticks out. How I haven’t ejaculated within sixty seconds of entering her is a mystery to me.

She plays with her tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples with obsessive fervor. When I take over and cup her breasts, she belts out:

“Mason!”

She continues to exclaim, emitting a long-held orgasmic note; it is like she is singing. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life.

I flip her over and get on top, still inside of her, throbbing and ready to shoot my load. I put her legs on my shoulders and my hands on her sides. We are loving it, and we haven’t even started moving yet. We look into each other’s eyes, smiling. Waking up this way on a regular basis is something I could get used to.

We don’t fuckfor long, but we fuck hard and good. After we each share multiple orgasms, we are left breathless and spent. We stay in bed, silent except for our heavy breathing, snuggled under the covers for so long that I wonder if she’s fallen back asleep.

Then, she sneezes. It’s a loud, shrill sneeze that startles me.

“Bless you,” I say.

“Thanks.”