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Two months later

I t was nothing like waking up in the morning and sliding into some good pussy, but Olivia being nine months pregnant made it a hard task, but that didn’t stop her from hopping on the dick.

This woman couldn’t stay off me since finding out she was pregnant.

Now, she was practically raping a nigga in his sleep every night.

“Baby, wake up…” Olivia whispered into my ear before taking my lope into her mouth and sucking on it. She reached into my boxers, pulled my hard tool out, and began rubbing it.

I cracked one eye open and looked at her beautiful face. “Why are you up so early, Cin?”

“Because I’m horny and want some dick. Blame it on my hormones…”

“I swear, you and this pussy is going to be the death of. Now, assume the position.”

She rolled over onto her side, holding her swollen belly.Since she was already naked, it was easy for me to lift her leg and slide in that gushy pussy from the back.

“Oh, God! Bo, baby, go slow. You’re too deep,” she moaned.

“Now, it’s go slow? Your freaky ass wanted this dick. Now take this big mothafucka, Cin,” I grunted out, feeling her walls clamp down on me. I was ready to bust but knew better than to piss her off.

“Ohhh! Shit, Bo! Fuck this pussy harder!” she cried out, clutching her belly with one hand while the other gripped the sheets as she threw her ass back on me like she was trying to break me.

“Fuck! Give me that shit, O!” I growled, losing all control as I gripped her waist and picked up the pace, deep strokes hitting home like I was trying own every inch of her pussy walls.

Her moans got louder, her throat raw with need.

The sounds coming from my baby were the kind that made me black out and forget everything outside the two of us.

Then suddenly?—

“Bo! Wait! Something’s happening!” she shouted, trying to push me off her.

I held her firm. “Nah! You were screaming for this dick, now take?—”

I stopped mid-sentence when she shoved me back with both hands and gasped.

SPLOOSH.

A warm gush of liquid hit my thigh and soaked the sheets beneath us.

“The fuck?” I barked, stumbling back, heart racing. “You just… damn, you squirted hard ass?—”

“Oh my God!” she screamed, her hands flying to her stomach. “Bo, my water just broke!”

I froze. Mind blank. Dick still hard, but my soul was scrambling.

“Ayo, what?!”

“Baby! It’s time!” she shouted, eyes wide with panic. “The baby is coming!”

Shit went from freaky to frantic in point two seconds. I jumped off the bed, trying to grab my pants with one hand and my phone with the other.

“Alright, alright! Breathe, baby!” I said, trying to sound calm even though my heart was about to thump out of my chest. “We gonna get to the hospital. Just don’t push yet! Don’t push!”

She shot me a death glare through the pain. “I’M NOT PUSHING YET, NIGGA! GET THE DAMN KEYS!”

Yup. The baby was definitely mine if he had his mother snapping out like a certified killer. I was damn near falling over myself, trying to throw on sweats while calling the doctor. I was able to grab her hospital bag and the keys all at the same time.

“O, you good?! You need me to carry you?!”

She was pacing in slow circles in the bedroom—one hand on her lower back, the other on her belly, breathing like she was trying not to pass out or murder me. “Bo, if you don’t get me to that hospital in the next five minutes, I swear to God, I’m gonna push this baby out on your passenger seat!”

That was all the motivation I needed.

I got her in the truck and peeled off like I was in a high-speed chase. Hazard lights on. Music off. My phone was blowing up with my Mama, Lexi, and everybody in the group chat asking questions.

Meanwhile, Olivia was in the passenger seat, deep breathing like she was in a Lamaze class and cussing between contractions.

“Bo, you driving like we are in GTA!”

“And you over there acting like this ain’t our first-born about to slide outta you any second! I gotta move!”

We hit every red light like the city was out to get me, and every pothole got me a new death stare from her.

“If you hit one more damn bump, I swear?—”

“I’M TRYING, O!” I shouted, gripping the wheel.

We finally skidded up to the ER entrance like a scene out of a movie, damn near jumping the curb. I hopped out and ran around to her door, and she was already halfway out, teeth-gritting, stomach tight like a rock.

A nurse ran out with a wheelchair when she saw what was going on. “How far apart are the contractions?”

“Too damn close!” Olivia snapped. “If this baby ain’t on the way, it’s tryna kick the door down!”

I helped her into the chair while she clutched my wrist like it was the only thing anchoring her to earth.

Inside, it was a blur. Bright lights, nurses were asking questions, while another asked for ID and insurance.

“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT NO INSURANCE!” Olivia yelled, pointing toward her belly. “JUST GET THIS BABY OUT!”

They rolled her away toward delivery, and I started to follow, but a nurse stopped me. “Sir, we just need you to throw on a gown?—”

“Fuck a gown! That’s my woman!”

“Bo!” Olivia hollered from the hallway. “Get in here before I have this baby without you!”

And that was all it took for the nurse to let me pass. I suited up while running down the hall, and the second I grabbed Olivia’s hand, she looked up at me with all the pain, all the fear, and all the love in the world.

“Let’s do this,” she whispered.

And I knew then that this was the moment everything changed.

They got Olivia hooked up and stable. She wasn’t fully dilated, so I went to the waiting area to see who’d arrived. My parents were here, along with my grandma, sister, and my boys.

“How is she?” Olivia's parents came running into the waiting room.

“She’s almost ready.” I looked over at Deuce. “Ayo… I need a favor. How soon can you get a priest here?”

“Word?” he asked, smirking, and I nodded.

“Yeah… hell yeah. I want her to have my last name before she pushes my son out.”

“Say less.” He gave me a pound and ended it with a brotherly hug.

I had already spoken with Olivia's parents and got her ring. I had planned to ask her after her six-week check-up on the beach in Cabo, but I couldn’t wait that long.

“Congratulations, Boris.” Charles walked up to me after my mother gave me a kiss on the cheek. We weren’t at the stage of me calling him “Dad,” but I was up for getting to know the man. He wasn’t in the wrong in not knowing about me, so I wasn’t too hard on him.

“Thanks, man.” He shook my hand.

I didn’t miss how he held on tightly to my mama’s hand or the red mark on her neck that she tried covering up with a silk scarf. I ain’t mad about it, but I was definitely going to have a talk with Charles about my mama. I didn’t play about that one.

“Big brother!” Amina flung herself in my arms. “I can’t believe I’m about to be an auntie!”

I smiled down at her short self. “Yeah, sis. Any time now. I’m happy to know I have another babysitter.” I smiled at her.

She beamed proudly. “Anytime, big bro!”

Damn. I still can’t believe I have a sister.

An hour later, the priest showed up. Deuce set it up so that we could get the license signed later. I walked into the delivery room, and Olivia was doing her breathing exercises. Her hair was wild, and she was sweating, but she was still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.

“Baby, what the heck is going on? And who is this?” she asked, confused.

“Baby…” I grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. “You love me, right?”

“Yes. Bo, what’s wrong?”

“This is Father Frank. He is here to marry us. I don’t want you to bring my baby into this world without having my last name.” With that, I pulled out the small velvet box from my pocket and opened it. The five-carat diamond platinum ring sparkled under the bright lights of the room.

She looked at me and screamed as another contraction hit. “Now?! Nigga, really?!”

But I kept going. “I know it's crazy… but you mine, and I’m yours. So will you marry me, Olivia? Be my wife? My forever? I promise when you are ready, I’ll give you the wedding of your dreams. I just need you to be my wife now.”

Her eyes flooded instantly. She nodded, breathless. “Yes, Bo… hell yes!”

The priest nodded. “Let’s make it official.”

I took her hand, kissed her knuckles, and tried to keep my shit together while the priest started speaking. “Boris, do you take Olivia, this strong, beautiful woman, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“Forever and always,” I said without hesitation, eyes locked on hers.

“And Olivia, do you take Boris Anderson, this man who clearly can’t breathe without you, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she whispered, “I already do.”

“By the power vested in me by God and the state of New York… I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may?—”

Olivia screamed, cutting him off. “OH MY GOD! HE’S COMING!”

The doctors and nurses jumped back in position. “All right, Mrs. Anderson! It’s time to push!”

I bent over, forehead pressed to hers, hands gripped together tightly. “You got this, baby. Push…”

She growled through her teeth, body trembling and heart full of fire. With one long, guttural cry, she gave everything she had. And then we heard it. That first cry—sharp, loud, and full of life.

A nurse held him up, and our baby boy was screaming like he owned the room.

“He’s here. You did it, baby. You did it. Thank you.” I kissed her forehead.

Olivia sobbed, pure joy on her face as they placed our son on her chest. I kissed her forehead again, still trying to catch my own breath, overwhelmed by everything that had just happened.

Husband. Wife. Parents. All in the same damn hour.

Olivia handed me my son. Boris Legend Anderson, and I swear, I was tearing up just holding his tiny body in my arms.

“Welcome to the world, little king,” I whispered, my hand on his tiny back. “You were born in love. I promise to protect you and your mother with everything in me.”

He squirmed in my arms, his tiny fingers curling around mine like he already knew who I was. I looked down at Olivia, and my heart swelled with pride. Love brought us here. Wild, complicated, and unshakable love. Now, we have a new legacy. A new reason to grow and to build.

This was our beginning. Our family. Our forever.

THE END!