“I think I just got pregnant again,” I say in his ear and he laughs before capturing my lips in his.
“I think so too.”
I smile into his kiss as he thrusts his rapidly re-hardening cock inside me.
20
JACKSON
“Thank you,”Rosie says quietly as we lie tangled in the sheets. “For coming.”
I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips and she groans into her hands. “You have the humor of a teenage boy.”
“I didn’t even say anything!” I insist, leaning up on my elbow so I can peer down at her.
I rest my hand gently on her belly, my hand spanning the gentle curve. “I’ll always be here for you, Rosie, you just need to say the word.”
“Glitterball,” she grins.
“Glitterball.” I nod seriously.
She laughs and that’s when I feel it.
A flicker against the palm of my hand.
We both freeze. “Was that?—?”
Rosie gapes at me. “Yeah.” Her hands come to mine, tugging it to the side gently. “I’ve been feeling these flutters for a few weeks but that’s the biggest one yet.”
I waste no time shifting down the bed until I’m level with her belly button. “Hey, baby girl,” I whisper against Rosie’s belly, pressing a kiss to the spot the baby just kicked. “Hello.” I tap on her belly when there’s no movement. “Wake up.”
Rosie laughs above me. “Oh my God, you’re going to annoy her awake.”
“She better get used to it,” I say, shooting Rosie a wink. “I’m planning to annoy the both of you for the rest of our lives.”
I almost jump out of my skin as I feel the tiny impenetrable flutter.
“She likes your voice,” Rosie says with a shining smile, stroking her stomach.
“I think she likes your laugh,” I slide closer and press a kiss to her lips.
“Say something else,” Rosie breathes against my mouth.
Without needing to be asked twice I shuffle back down the bed, resuming my position. “Laugh again.”
Rosie giggles. “Fuck off.”
“Did you hear that Smudge? Your mummy just told me to fuck off.” I press my ear to her belly. “Smudge says you’re a bad influence.”
“You’re going to gang up on me, aren’t you?”
We stay like that for what feels like hours, until Smudge stops doing acrobatics and Rosie snuggles into my arms.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, running my fingers across her back.
She turns her head slightly, burrowing further into my side. “There’s not much to say.”
“Is it always like that with them?”
