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His movements start slow but increases his tempo as my body relaxes and adjusts to his size. I’ve heard pregnancy sex is like sex on steroids and boy, were those horny women from my mom’s class right. With Channing’s cock buried deep inside me, I feel full. So full that if he thrusts any faster, I’ll come apart in the matter of minutes.
“Yes,” I pant as he continues his thrusts. “I need you,” I say, as my head falls back against the bed. The pleasure from his cock thrusting in and out drives me to the brink of no return. “More,” I moan, my heels digging into his thighs.
“Channing,” I cry out as my walls squeeze his cock. “I’m coming,” I moan as his hips piston fast, steadying as he follows me over the edge before falling on the mattress next to me.
We lie there for a few moments, our chests rising and falling in sync. Channing finally moves to the bathroom, cleaning himself up before coming to gently clean me. I move toward the head of the bed, forgoing all clothes as Channing climbs in behind me. With one arm protectively over my belly, snuggled deep under the covers, my eyes grow heavy and close before falling into a deep sleep.
The sun shines through the curtains of my bedroom, my eyes squinty as I attempt to open them. The memories of last night come back to me, causing me to smile. I haven’t slept this good since… well, since forever. I roll over to face Channing just as his eyes flutter open.
“Morning,” he says, his voice filled with sleep.
“Morning,” I say, reaching up to cup his cheek, his lips meeting mine before pulling back slightly to look at me. “So much for going slow.”
He chuckles softly before reaching down to rub my bump. “I think we’re way past slow. But I do think we need to talk.”
“I think you may be right,” I say, nuzzling my head into his chest. “Should I go make us coffee or should we just stay here in case we need to have make up sex again?”
“Funny,” he says, chuckling. “But seriously, Cass, I have so many things I want to say to you right now.”
“Okay then. Shoot,” I say, sitting up in bed and looking down at him as he stretches one arm behind his head, his biceps flexing.
“One: you’re not seeing that asshole anymore. You need someone who’s professional. Not someone trying to get into your pants while you’re pregnant.” I go to interject, but he raises his hand to stop me. “There will be no compromise on that. I wanted to punch him the moment he walked in the room with the way he looked at you. Two: You’re moving in with me.”
“What’s wrong with my apartment?”
“Nothing. I just want to be there for you and the baby as much as I can, and it would be easier if we were under the same roof,” he says, turning toward me and leaning on his elbow. “Plus, how am I to know if you go into labor if you’re here, and I’m there.”
“Well, considering I’m due literally during playoffs, I may still be here while you’re wherever.”
His brows furrow, and his lips pull into a straight line. I know I’m irritating him, but he makes a good point. Plus, if we’re doing this thing for real—the couple thing, that is—I want to be close to him. I didn’t live with Vince. I practically refused to give up my place when we were together. It’s probably why our relationship failed. Well… that and the cheating part, but it’s different with Channing. Channing and I have a connection like no other and when he is away, I wish he were near. So, living with him isn’t a deal breaker in the least.
“Fine. But really, he is the best doctor in Seattle. I don’t see us finding someone more suitable,” I say, egging him on.
“Cassidy,” he groans, pulling me just close enough so he can flip me onto my back. His hard chest hovers over me as I stare into his eyes. My hand gently brushes the stubble on his jaw before placing a soft kiss on it. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
“Likewise.”
…….
“Please tell me this is everything?” Channing groans as he carries another box to the U-Haul waiting outside my apartment building.
“Are you complaining?”
“He’s not, but I sure am,” Brooks says, rounding the corner with yet another box. “How much junk does one person need?”
“Hey, it’s not junk,” I snap as I place a picture frame in the bubble wrap, carefully wrapping it before loading up another box. “It’s years of memories, hard work, sweat, and tears.”
It has been a week since I agreed to move in with him. He wanted me to move in with him the moment he asked; however, it was hard to do anything when we spent the entire day in bed with one another, giving each other multiple orgasms.
“Yeah, well, Channing’s gonna need a bigger penthouse with the truck load we have outside.”
Channing comes back inside, stopping in front of me as I tape up the box I was working on. “It’s fine. We’ll probably buy a house and move in sooner rather than later,” he says, placing a kiss on my lips. “She won’t even have time to unpack everything.”
He takes the box from me, turning to walk back out to the U-Haul, leaving Hayley and me to finish packing the last few items in my almost empty living room. I remember when I leased this place. The windows let in so much natural light, it was hard to say no. It’s a plus that it overlooks most of Seattle. It has a little park just across the street, which I found perfect for running, and it was a bonus that my favorite café is only a block away.
But I know this is the best possible decision, not only for me but for our baby. Our little girl. It’s hard not to smile when I think of the little life growing inside me. Will she look like me? Have my eyes, hair, and smile. Or will she look like Channing? I keep trying to imagine the girl version of Channing, but every time I do, I just end up envisioning a perfect combination of the two of us.
His eyes.
