Knocked Up By the Jerk by Loni Ree
Mason
God.She’s fucking perfect. And she’s all mine. Her silky walls begin to flutter around my cock, drawing my orgasm from me. Love, happiness, and excitement about our future roar through me as my dick empties into her tight center. I drop onto my back and pull her over on top of me. “I love you, too,” she whispers against the side of my neck, and my world feels perfect.
I know I promised to give her time, but I can’t stop the words from pouring from my mouth. “Please say you’ll marry me and make my life complete.”
As we lay in silence for several minutes, I begin to fear I’ve pressed her too far, too fast. I’m on the verge of rescinding the words when she looks up at me with tears in her eyes and smiles. “I want to marry you more than anything else in the world.” Happiness blasts through my soul, followed closely by disappointment as she continues. “But I want us to take our time. We have several months until the baby comes, so I’d like us to wait a while.” I’m thrilled she didn’t turn me down, but waiting is the last thing I want to do.
I convince my girl to move in with me immediately, but she worries about her agreement to sublease Bridgett’s house. After promising Livie I’ll take care of everything, I meet with Bridgett and Fletcher and offer to pay the rest of her lease. They aren’t shocked by this turn of events, but my best friend still gives me a ton of shit over it.
* * *
It takesa few weeks to get all of her belongings unpacked and put away since I force my girl to take it slow and easy. Bridgett recommends a doctor in Spring, and I plan to accompany her to the first appointment. Unfortunately, that morning, two town morons go for broke and destroy the coffee shop. When an officer attempts to arrest them, they assault him and end up leading several officers on a high-speed chase.
I text my girl and let her know I can’t make it to the doctor, then rush out to help catch the town idiots. Livie doesn’t seem upset; she assures me she understands before informing me that Bridgett has agreed to accompany her. Luckily, my girl texted me shortly after the appointment to let me know me everything is okay with the baby.
On my way home from the precinct, I stopped and grabbed a huge bouquet of roses for Livie and a giant teddy bear for the little one. I find her sitting in the living room watching television when I walk through the door. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks when she sees my presents. “Ignore me. Hormones are a bitch.” She wraps her soft arms around my waist and hugs me tight.
“I’m so sorry about today.” I pull her against my body and kiss her pouty lips. “I’ll make it up to you.”
She pulls back and shakes her head. “There isn’t anything to make up. I understand that your job might call you away sometimes.” My girl leans up and kisses my chin. “As long as you come home to all of us, that’s all that matters.”
I’m running the “all of us phrase” over in my mind when she turns and grabs a piece of paper off the coffee table. “I have something to show you.” She hands it to me, and I realize it’s an ultrasound photo. Shit. I missed our first opportunity to see our little one. Livie leans over to point at the black and white blob. “Look here.” I concentrate on where she’s indicating, but it resembles swirls on a page. Then it occurs to me. There are two white blobs floating in the black background.
“Holy shit.” I manage to stumble over to the sofa and drop down. My hand trembles as I stare at the image. “Two?”
“Yep.” She nods. “Looks like we’re getting a bonus.”
After we recover from the shock, we tell our friends and families about our little bonus. I convince my girl to lighten her schedule until the morning sickness dies down and things settle into a normal pattern.
* * *
Several months later,I’m sitting at my desk when Fletcher comes rushing in the door. “I need to get you to Palm Beach.” I watch my usually calm friend pacing frantically around my office, and my heart seizes in my chest. Livie and Bridgett are supposed to be shopping trip in Palm Beach today. A few days ago, I finally convinced Livie to make an honest man out of me before our babies arrive. Dread courses through my body as I stare at my distressed friend.
“Tell me she’s okay.” I jump out of my desk chair, and it sails across the tile floor. Visions of everything that could’ve happened to my girl go through my mind, and I nearly collapse from the terror.
“The girls were in a minor car accident. Some jackass rear-ended them.” That doesn’t sound too bad. “They think the excitement caused Livie to go into premature labor.” The room spins around me as my breath freezes in my chest. The only thought echoing through my mind is I need toget to my girl.
Fletcher takes charge. He manages to drag me out to his vehicle and attempts to reassure me everything will be okay as we fly down the highway. When I call Bridgett, voicemail picks up, and I slam my phone down on the center console. My friend tries to calm me, but nothing is going to be right until I make sure my woman and children are alive. After what seems like an eternity, we finally pull up in front of the large hospital. I jump out and call behind me, “I have to find her.”
I almost reach over the counter and strangle the patronizing desk clerk. She takes her time pulling up Livie’s information while I frantically wait. The bitch finally gives me instructions, and I charge down the hallway looking for the elevators.
The moment I step off the elevator, Bridgett comes rushing over to me. “Mason.” She hugs me and explains that they were sitting at a red light when a distracted driver hit them from behind. Both girls were thrown forward, but their seatbelts caught them. At first, everything appeared okay, and they waited for the police to arrive. Livie began to experience contractions while she was giving her report to the policeman. Luckily, there was already an ambulance on the scene, and they rushed both women to the hospital. “The doctor came out a few minutes ago and told me they’re getting her settled.” Bridgett sniffles, and I force myself to portray calm, even though it’s the last thing I’m feeling.
Fletcher comes thundering down the hallway a few moments later. “Are you okay?” He runs his hands all over Bridgett, looking for any signs of injury.
“I’m fine,” she assures him. “It was a real minor accident.” He rubs her distended tummy, and jealousy runs through me. I need to know my family is okay.
The doctor has been warning us for weeks that twin pregnancies are automatically considered high-risk. Livie has been taking it easy at home and limiting her shopping and outings. Today was supposed to be the girls’ last day out before they both have little ones. Even though Bridgett is only carrying a single child, the hot Florida climate has been causing her grief.
A doctor walks up and interrupts my thoughts. “Mr. Locke?” He reaches out to shake my hand. “If you follow me, we’ll go somewhere private to discuss Livie.” I follow him on autopilot. I hear Bridgett and Fletcher walking behind me. We step into a small, quiet room, and he signals for me to sit in one of the hard, plastic chairs. I’m preparing myself for the worst when he explains that Livie has threatened labor. Our babies are far enough along to survive if they come this early, but the doctors would like to hold off the delivery for a couple more weeks. “We’ll keep her for a few days to make sure the labor has stopped, and then she can go home on strict bed rest if everything stays stable.”
Before he leaves the room, I thank him and ask to see my girl. The next week is the most stressful of my life. The doctors are concerned and end up keeping Livie a few extra days. One afternoon, I’m sitting at her bedside, and my nerves can’t take the stress anymore. I need to know she’s mine for life. The past week reminded me that right now, my girl and children aren’t tied to me. I reach for her soft hand and slip a diamond ring on her finger. Turning to her, I beg, “Please marry me.”
Livie smiles at me. “I was wondering when you’d get around to asking me.”
I want to slap my fucking forehead. I’m a moron. While I’ve been looking for a sign my girl is ready to commit, she’s been waiting for me to get off my ass and make a move. I don’t let the grass grow under my feet. It only takes me a few hours to arrange a hospital room ceremony. Bridgett calls her parents and explains the situation. They book the first flight here, and I breathe a sigh of relief. By some miracle, everything is falling into place. Tomorrow night at this time, Livie will be my wife.