Camden
“If you really want to get married…” I start, but Kendall cuts me off.
“I don’t care about that,” she says. “I just need to know that this isn’t drugs, so tell me all of this again when you’re off them,” she says.
I sigh shallowly so that I don’t hurt myself. “It’ll be a while before I’m off all of them.”
“I can wait,” she says stubbornly.
So, we wait. We wait until I’m out of the hospital and then she goes to her first ultrasound and tears well in my eyes when I see pictures of the little peanut.
Kendall moves in with the help of Dante and Elora and sets up my bed in the living room so that I don’t have to go upstairs.
We’re sitting in the doctor’s office at her five month appointment. She’s been living with me and taking care of me all this time, even though I’m getting better now.
“Can I tell you now that I love you?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.
“You’re still taking pills,” she argues.
I groan. “Kendall, this is getting ridiculous. You live here. You take care of me every day. We’re together.”
“It doesn’t mean that you love me,” she insists. “It doesn’t mean that you really want me.”
“How could I not want you?” I asked, frustrated as we sit in the doctor’s office. “How could anyone? Didn’t I almost die for you?”
She swallows visibly but then the doctor calls her inside.
I rub my hand along her belly while she waits up on the table, feeling my child kick, and it’s the best feeling in the world.
The baby has been kicking for a couple of weeks now, little flutters at first, but they’ve been getting stronger as time goes by, and I love it when my child bumps against my hand.
I hear the strong heartbeat and then the ultrasound tech looks over at us with a little smile.
“Do you want to know the sex?” she asks.
I look at Kendall and Kendall looks back at me. “Do we?” she asks, and I nod.
The tech points to the ultrasound. “It’s a boy.”
“A boy,” I breathe, thinking about all the firsts: first steps, first words. The first time I teach him to ride a bike or drive a car, playing catch, his first drink.
There’s so much future to look forward to, and all I want to do is to share it with Kendall. If only she believed how much I love her.
I cry a little in spite of myself, and Kendall leans up to kiss me.
“You’re going to be such a good father,” she says, and I smile.
“You’re going to be the best mother, principessa.”
We head home and it’s finally almost time that we can make love again. We cuddle in the bed and I grow hard behind her, pressing my hips into her ass.
“We can’t,” Kendall complains. “Not until you’re better.”
“I’m better,” I tell her. “I’m down to one of the pain pills a day, even, Kendall, when are you going to let me tell you-”
She cuts me off with a kiss, pushing me down onto the bed and straddling my hips, and I stop thinking.
She rolls her hips slowly against me, leaning down to kiss my neck, and I groan, aching for her.
“Don’t tease me, principessa. It’s been so long.”
It’s been too long. It takes too long to recover from open-heart surgery and I hate having to wait. I sleep next to her every night and I want her so badly.
Kendall hums. “But maybe it’s kind of fun to tease you,” she murmurs.
This is a new side to Kendall, the way she’s taking charge, and I have to admit that I like it.
She pulls down my sweats, freeing me, and I’m so hard I could cut diamond.
Kendall wraps her small fingers around me and I nearly come off the bed, thrusting into her hand and panting.
“Do you want me?” she asks, and I hitch in a breath.
“God, yes. Want you so badly. Want to be buried inside you right now.”
“I want you, too,” she admits, her brown eyes dark with lust.
She’s wearing a little sundress that pulls tight over her baby bump, and god, she looks so sexy.
I reach up and tug it off her, making her breasts bounce free. She’s just gotten curvier since she’s been pregnant, and I love it.
Kendall doesn’t waste time, slowly lowering herself down on me and I moan so loudly they can probably hear me in upstate New York.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, taking hold of her hips in my hand, bouncing her on my dick.
“Fuck,” Kendall agrees, rolling her hips. “You feel so good, Camden.”
“I bet you feel better,” I manage. “So slick and hot, tight around me.”
“God, Camden, wish you could flip me over,” she murmurs, and then I grab her hips and do it, ignoring the ache in my chest.
The doctor cleared me for sex last week, and we just haven’t had the time. It was my main question to him and he thought it was funny, but I didn’t.
“Camden!” she yelps, but I just slide back into her, rolling my hips quickly, just chasing my own orgasm.
She begins to gasp under me as I kiss along her neck, slamming my pelvis into hers, grinding against her clit.
“I’m going to come, Camden, oh, god,” she whimpers, and then she explodes around me, pulsing, making me shout.
I spill inside of her after a few more thrusts, feeling like I’ve emptied my soul into her.
I slowly pull out and she whines at the loss, so I kiss all along her collarbone.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “Couldn’t help myself.”
She giggles. “That’s okay. I loved it,” she admits.
“Of course you did. Dirty girl.”
I slide my fingers down her belly and then hook my fingers into her, keeping my seed inside her and she gasps.
“Don’t,” she warns. “I’m sensitive.”
“Sensitive is good,” I mumble. “Let me make you come again. Once isn’t enough.”
She rocks her hips against my fingers and I know I have the okay, pumping them in and out of her.
Kendall looks so sexy like this, all swollen with my baby, her breasts bouncing, her body arching.
“You take my fingers so well, principessa,” I praise, and she groans.
“I’m so close already,” she gasps.
I smirk and slowly pump my fingers, wanting to draw out her orgasm, and after she comes, I pull out my fingers and pop them into my mouth, tasting both of us on them.
“You call me dirty,” she laughs, and I snort and plop down beside her.
“I love you,” I tell her, like I tell her every day, and Kendall frowns.
“I keep telling you not to say that yet.”
“Kendall,” I groan. “I’m down to one painkiller a day, in the mornings. I’m not on any drugs. I’m not out of my mind. I love you, and I want you to know it.”
She bites her lip as I put my arms around her and her nose brushes against mine.
“You really mean it?” she asks.
“Of course I mean it,” I say softly. “You’re having my baby and I want you both, forever.”
“Forever?” she asks.
I lick my lips. “I wanted to keep this a surprise for later, but…”
I roll over and reach for the nightstand. I pull open the drawer and take out the ring, turning toward her to let her see it.
It’s one carat, inlaid with three other diamonds, and she gasps, her eyes filling with tears.
“You’re not serious,” she says.
“I’m serious as a heart attack,” I joke, and she smacks my arm.
“Don’t joke about that.”
“Principessa,” I say softly, cupping her face with my hand as she admires the ring. “I want to marry you.”
“I thought you said baby steps.”
“Changed my mind and want big boy steps,” I insist, and she chuckles, still looking at the ring. “Look at me, principessa.”
She catches my eye, her own brown eyes wide and wet.
“I love you,” I say again, fiercely. “I’d die for you and my son, and I want you to come down the aisle in a dress and prove to me that we’ll all be together forever. Will you marry me?”
Kendall stares at me for the longest time and then she lets me put the ring on her finger.
“I’ll marry you, Camden,” she says, and I kiss her so hard it almost bruises both our lips.
After that, she believes me when I tell her that I love her. She knows it, just like I do, knows that we’ll all three be together forever.
I’ve still got a new scars, a zipper down to my belly button, but we’ll be scarred together and everything will be okay.