I smiled and thought of it.
“Me too” he stopped smiling.
“Do you___ seeing the circumstances, how you became pregnant, do you still want the baby?” There was fear in his eyes, more fear than I’ve ever seen.
“Yes” I said and I meant it. “I want this baby, Christian. No matter the circumstances that led to it”
Time flew by like the wind and Christian and I were fucking like teenagers, eager to get some release. First thing I know I’m straddling Christian and riding him on our beautiful round bed, second thing I know is that I’m on my belly and he’s pounding into me, his face is serious and sensual, he’s more beautiful than ever and he’s moaning my name. Last thing is that it’s the end of the week and it’s been four days since we went to the hospital to confirm my pregnant.
My legs were sore from the erotic sex Christian and I had last night. I was sitting on the table, focusing on the slices of cake in front of me that I didn’t even notice Christian had walked into the living room.
“You’re think of me, right?” I looked up sharply.
He was only wearing loose black pants, he was naked from his waist upwards, his body was sinew and rich with muscles. Yesterday, I got the pleasure of watching him work out while I drank orange juice he had squeezed for me.
I remember the way his muscles ripped, as if strength and power were swimming through his veins. He was panting afterwards and it turned me on and right there in the gym, we fucked. It was magnificent, what his body could do. The better balance, the gracefulness of the movements and the lethality.
He kissed the top of my head, then my neck before he nibbled on my earlobe. I smacked his shoulder and he laughed.
“Good morning my queen” he said walking over to the table across from me before deciding to take the one beside me.
His eyes were crinkling with amusement, I could almost see the sparks escaping.
“What?” I asked him.
“Last night was… You were… Words seem to fail me these days” he shook his head, a beautiful smile was stretching his cherry lips.
I bit back my moan as I thought of the nasty and dirty things he had done to me last night, how I him do those things to me. I picked up my fork and took a piece of cake.
“You almost broke my back ” I said before putting the cake in my mouth. His laugher boomed through out the living room, rich and heart warming.
“Is that so?” He asked and pulled the plate of cake in front of me to his side and he didn’t bother to use a fork, he picked one slice with his hand and ate it. “I swear, I’ll me more willing to break your back more, just say the word ”
Even though his mouth was stuffed, he still managed to look breathtaking. I could only wish for nothing else. I swallowed my moan once again and he stood up.
With raised brows, I watched him saunter away from the living room and he returned with food that the chef had prepared some minutes ago.
“Real food” he muttered and handed me a spoon.
I laughed.
He had been stuffing me with food for the past few days. He always loved for me to eat before and he never forced me, he just made the food too delicious that I didn’t have a choice but to ravage it and ask for another plate.
This was different, totally different.
“It’s too much. I can’t finish a quarter of this” I complained and he shook his head, I know there was no arguing with him.
“Remember, you’re eating for three now”
I gasped.
“Nobody said I was carrying more than one baby” I said punching him hard on his arm, in return, my fingers almost shattered.
I held back my cry, knowing that he would make it a big deal.
“No one said you aren’t, with the way we’ve been going baby, I think there would be more than two babies in that belly” I rolled my eyes and he took note of it.
“Oh, are you denying the fact that I’ve been inside you these four days more than I’ve been since we started our relationship”
I choked on the food.
He laughed but handed me a glass of water.
“Don’t say things like that, the baby is listening”
I earned another laughter from him.
“I think I hear my phone ringing ” he turned to me, his brows were drawn and he suddenly looked serous and mean. I was lying, I didn’t hear my phone ringing.
My plan was to get him away so that I would throw most of the food into the sink and run back in time. I could not take one more spoon, I felt like exploding. Yet, he wouldn’t listen.
“It’s not possible, no one was has there number, right?”
I nodded my head.
He stood up without one glance at me and he took one sharp turn right turn.
I sprang up and ran to the kitchen, I scooped almost all the food into the sink and turned on the tap.
“What are you doing?” I shook out of surprise and shock. The plate slipped from my hand and fell down. I didn’t watch it shatter, I only it because I was staring at Christian.
He raised a brow, demanding an answer even when I was certain he knew what was happening.
“I couldn’t finish it” I blurted out.
He crossed his hand on his chest, I didn’t fail to notice my phone in his hand.
The speed he had used to get it, I ran from the dining and still, he caught me in the act, even when I was fast. He had always been faster.
“I know but you could have just told me”
“I’m sorry for wasting the food”
He scoffed.
“Do you think I care about you wasting food? You can cook whatever you like and throw it without touching a spoon and then cock another and I wouldn’t even be bothered by it. The fact that you had to lie to me to get me out of the seat so you can do this behind my back is the thing that is making me angry ”
Angry, he he was truly angry.
I sighed and bent to pick up the shattered ceramic that was coated with gold.
“Don’t” he said and he turned away.
I left the pile on the floor and followed after him.