Page 20 of Save You
“You’re putting my name on the birth certificate?” he asks with another look of shock, making me wonder if I’ve overstepped the mark with such a suggestion.
“I don’t have to, I can leave it blank,” I reply hurriedly, trying to calm him, “I don’t want to put Carl’s name on there, it might lead him back to us. But I understand if you don’t want your name on it…but if I can borrow ‘Taylor’?”
“Rose,” he whispers with his normal cheeky boy grin, and placing his hand back over mine, “it would be my honor to be on your son’s birth certificate, and no matter what happens, this little chap can always count on me to be a father figure to him.”
His words, my hormones, the birth of my son, all have me falling into silent tears, so he leans over and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. ‘Thank you’ I mouth, to which he silently answers, ‘No problem’.
Beth, now
Slivers of light enter the cozy, wooden-clad bedroom inside of our little, hidden cabin in the woods, stirring me from a dreamless sleep. I sigh in relief and contentment as I turn over to check on my boy, only when I do, Xander isn’t there. Instead, I find myself staring into the icy blue eyes of Oliver, who is now staring back at me with a fury that feels like he’s burning a hole in between my own. I take in a noisy breath before I finally emit a scream. After which, I’m pushing, kicking, and fighting with everything I have to get away from the monster who is lying beside me. It’s a fruitless battle as he grips hold of my wrists and pulls them toward. his chest tightly, trying to soothe me with shushing sounds. His reaction is a complete contrast to what I was expecting. A sharp blade to my neck would have been more in keeping with what I had been imagining. My face contorts in confusion, and I eventually force myself to look up into his eyes again.
Xander!
The man I love realizes that I have now come to and has finally accepted who he is. He wastes no more time before he pulls me into his warm, hard chest while whispering placations to help bring my heart rate back down and to regulate my breathing.
“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” I gasp, placing my hands up and down his chest and abdomen, reminding me of Mum and her mandatory ‘mum check’ whenever Riley or I hurt ourselves. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were Oliver. I didn’t mean to-”
“You may have cracked my rib, but I’m fine,” he chuckles, and I bury my head into his embrace, feeling the heat of embarrassment from throwing myself about like a crazy person. “I can think of a thing or two to make it up to me though,” he whispers and begins to kiss me softly. His hands wander down to my waist, where he comes to a sudden stop. “Can we do this? I mean there’s a tiny person inside of you!” His worried-stricken face has me bursting into laughter and I know I couldn’t love him anymore right now. “Are you laughing at me?” he gasps, feigning an indignant expression.
“Yes,” I reply with a smirk before he whips me around and underneath him. “I’m pretty certain your child isn’t going to get an introduction to anything if we have sex, Xander.”
“You can’t say words like ‘sex’ anymore,” he says in between peppering me with slow kisses up and down my neck, “you’re going to be a mother.”
I grin widely, only half paying attention as his mouth travels down south with those irresistible lips of his. He sucks on one of my nipples, nothing unusual, but the sensitivity of it has me shooting bolt upright.
“Oh my God!” I gasp.
“I know, your tits are fucking huge, Beth,” he mumbles as he swirls his tongue around my pebbled nipple, “I’ve got more than a handful here.”
My skittishness doesn’t perturb his journey down my body, but once he hits my small but prominent bump, he stops. His eyes stare back up into mine, looking doe-like and slightly lost over how to react to my new lodger.
“You’re havingourbaby. You’re going to be a mom. I’m going to be a dad. Holy shit!” he gasps, but with a huge grin across his face, and I can’t help but smile back at him. It’s the first time I have felt a hint of excitement over the prospect of us being parents together.
“Keep kissing me,” I whisper, pulling him close again.
He doesn’t disappoint, and when he hits my core, I almost explode on the spot. Everything feels so much more sensitive than before and his tongue against my nerves seems to be all they need to detonate. It’s so intense, I involuntarily slam my thighs against his head to stop him.
“You can’t do that, Xander; I won’t last long if you do that, and I want you inside of me when I come.”
“So, what you’re saying is that I am going to be like the king of sex without having to do much?” he asks mischievously.
“Pretty much!” I nod, not even pretending to berate him over his ego, nor hide the effect he is having on me. His kiss returns to my mouth, while he slides inside of me with ease. He thrusts with slow, full movements, groaning as he does so. I lie back against the pillows, just as he rises up onto his knees, hoisting my hips up to meet his, so he can hit me deeper and faster with his movements.
My more than ample cleavage begins to move hypnotically in front of him, his eyes widening in a weird kind of trance that has me laughing at him. He curses before moving so vigorously, I have to tightly grip hold of the sheets.
“Xander, hold, shit…I’m…” I don’t get to finish that sentence before the most intense orgasm rockets through me, leaving me a quivering mess on the bed before him. Before I can register the world without the flashes of white stars sparkling in the peripheries of my vision, he flips me over and enters from behind. He moves hard, fast, and with an urgency that has me building up again, and when he leans down to touch me in lazy circles at the same time, it’s enough to tip me into another climax which, this time, he shares with me.
Before I can sink onto the bed in a jelly-like heap, he pulls me up against his chest and pants inside of my ear, as if using me to calm himself. Soon, we fall together like a bundle of limbs, and with only enough energy left to hold onto one another. His hand slides around to my bump, clutching at it protectively. He’s rewarded with a tiny kick from inside, one that has him practically leaping away from me.
“What the fuck was that?” he cries, pointing at my stomach with comically wide eyes.
“I think that was our baby,” I giggle, feeling a little freaked out myself, but mostly finding his reaction amusing.
“Oh, Jesus, does he or she know what we just did?”
“No, you idiot!” I roll my eyes and sink back down to the mattress, not even trying to cover my laughter. “It’s probably just the adrenaline rush or a rise in blood pressure.” I shrug as he leans against me again. “God, I love you, my silly boy!” I run my hand over his face as he kisses me with a smirk on his lips, thankfully looking a little more relaxed over it all.
“I love you too, my beautifulBeth!”