That does her in. She screams as her orgasm rocks through her. I pump my hips harder as tension goes from my neck through my spine, and then I follow her over the edge.
I move her hair to the side and kiss her nose when we both come down from our high. “Are you okay?”
She looks up at me. “More than okay.”
Good, because I plan to wake up like this every day.
twenty-eight
Violet
The next few weeks pass in a blur.
We went to my doctor’s appointment, where they once again confirmed that I am indeed pregnant and three weeks into my second trimester.
Now I’m just waiting for this morning sickness to freaking end. They said for most people, it stops by the second trimester. I’m looking at my calendar and would like to inform the child that we’re way past it and they can stop making me sick.
The gremlin doesn’t seem to care about my wishes, because once again, I’m in the faculty room, trying to keep my breakfast down.
“Violet, hey,” Miles says as he enters the room.
“Hi there.”
“How are you feeling?” he asks, probably noticing the green tinge to my skin. “Still hurling every day and pretending it’s a stomach bug?”
I’m surprised it’s taken him this long to comment. Two weeks ago he was starting to eye me suspiciously.
“For a few more weeks,” I say, confirming his suspicions. “Then maybe I’ll tell the truth.”
He grins. “I see. And how is Everett regarding your ... bug?”
“He’s happy,” I say.
“Then we are all sure to be happy when you’re ready to explain the vomiting that lasts for months. Does anyone else know or suspect?”
We haven’t told anyone. After we had that scare, I was hesitant to say anything, only to then have to explain if we did lose the baby. Besides, the fewer people who know, the better. I don’t want or need anyone digging around and putting two and two together about how far along I actually am.
Right now I’m not showing, and it’ll be easy to just say I popped early, but as we get further along, those milestones will start not adding up.
“I don’t think so.”
“Then let me be the first to congratulate you.” Miles opens his arms, and I stand to give him a hug. “I’m happy for you, Vi. Everett will be a great dad.”
He already has stepped in and keeps talking about all the things he wants to do. I’m not sure what I did in this world to deserve him.
“I know, I’m very lucky.”
He pulls back. “I think you’re both lucky to have each other. I’ve known you both a long time, and I’m really happy you guys are back together.”
I am too. It’s been a rough road, with a lot of surprises, but I’m genuinely at ease now. He makes me smile, he takes care of me, and he never makes me question his feelings. The two of us fit so well together—it’s more than I could have ever imagined.
“Thank you, Miles. I actually wanted to talk to you about next year.”
He extends his hand, indicating for me to sit. “Are you still thinking about leaving?”
Now that Dylan doesn’t want the baby, I don’t have to leave. There are a million reasons to stay and the biggest one is the man I love.
“No, and I love my job here. If you’re open to it, and there’s still a spot left, I’d really like to stay.”
