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I’m deliberately taking my time, and it’s killing her.

“Is that good, baby?” I murmured against her; her taste was tantalizing my senses as she threw her head back into the pillow.

Hannah nodded, and I chuckled, aware each movement I made vibrated through her body.

“Fuck!” Hannah hissed as I flicked my tongue against her clit.

She was over-sensitive, and it worked in my favor. She bucked against me, and I couldn’t help but move with her, my fingers hitting her G spot as she gasped out my name.

I smirked against her.

“That’s it, ride my fingers, baby.” I coaxed her gruffly as she moved her hips repeatedly, pleasuring herself. It’s a sight to behold, and I gazed at her, her facial expression changing from that of frustration to one of sheer delight.

I shifted suddenly, and she frowned until I lifted her, placing her on my face so she could ride my mouth.

She moaned, our fingers lacing together for leverage as she ground her hips against me, my tongue deep inside of her as she cried out. I lifted her away, laying her down gently beside me before going to wash my face.

Hannah had an aversion to smelling herself on me––fuck knows why––because she tasted and smelt delicious. I scrubbed my face, gazing at myself in the mirror.

I’m grinning.

I’m a lucky bastard, that’s for sure.

I was about to become a parent with my best friend, the absolute love of my life. I was happy, regardless of everything. Hannah being pregnant was honestly the best news ever. Sure, it was unexpected, but I didn’t care.

All the best things are.

46

HANNAH

Now I would like to classify myself as an intelligent woman. With pregnancy comes a plethora of hormones, changes, and emotions because human life is growing within me.

However, I’m convinced something is wrong, so I ordered a book that explains everything according to its five-star reviews.

So when I heard the knock on the door, I leaped out of bed, almost crashing down the stairs with excitement.

“You shouldn’t be carrying on like that. You’re pregnant.” My brother tutted from the kitchen doorway, eyeing me with disapproval as I tore open the packaging. “God.”

I glanced at him briefly to see him staring at my bare stomach as I dropped the packaging to examine the glossy peach-colored cover eagerly. I lifted it to my nose, inhaling the new book smell deeply.

“Mm. What?”

“Your belly. It’s—” Ryan swallowed.

“Growing a human? Protruding over my shorts? Massive?” I offered, grinning as he colored instantly.

Ryan has been reasonably calm following my shock announcement and rather caring.

I flopped on the sofa, opening the book carefully as Ryan disappeared into the kitchen. I devoured the introduction, tears pricking my eyes unexpectedly when the book discussed the astonishing journey my body is about to undertake.

Ryan reappeared, handing me a glass of apple juice as I smiled gratefully.

“Thank you.”

He grunted, leaning over my shoulder, peering at an artist’s impression of what a baby looks like at my current semester, which isn’t much.

“Weird, huh?” I mumble as he ruffles my hair.