Fostering Love (The Soul Sisters Series Book 1) (28 page)

The last thing I say before I fall asleep is “If I wasn’t pregnant he wouldn’t be with me.  I’m so scared, that I love him too much and he doesn’t love me at all.”

I wake up in an entirely different position than I was in when I fell asleep.  For one I’m no longer in my room and my head is now in Jonas’s lap, while he plays with the strands and curls of my hair.  When I stretch and look up at him he’s sat upright with his head against the huge headboard of his bed just gazing out of the window at the view.  His bedroom appears to share the same view as the living area because the same glass has been extended as an identical feature.  The room is gorgeous and the bed is a massive sleigh bed in a rich deep mahogany wood covered in wine covered bedclothes, pillows and cushions.  It’s got a few simple furnishings like two bedside units with lamps and a matching dresser.  There are two ornate doors set in one of the walls that are closed at the moment.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I whisper and he moves a bit to help me up.

“Door on the right,” he says.

I head in through the door and it’s lush, it has a big stand alone tub in the middle that is clearly a feature of the room because it’s been placed to face more glass windows that are an extension of the ones in his room.  There is a twin sink set and double shower cubicle with fancy shower heads, as well as a toilet.  I do my business, wash my hands and leave the bathroom.  I hesitate when I walk back through the door because I don’t know whether to leave or go back to him.

“Come here,” he says making the decision for me.  So I climb onto the bed and he opens his arms to make it clear where he wants me to return to and settle down.  I do this and neither of us says anything for a while.

“I hate that you think those things about me.  It turns me inside out that you think I only want our babies and not you.”  I don't answer him because I can’t bring myself to admit that this is what I really believe and denying it would be a lie.  “I don't regret coming to you in Adams Grove, but I despise myself for leaving the way I did and ruining what happened that night.  I was panicking and told myself that if I didn’t go when I did then I wouldn’t have been able to go at all.  When Chris told me how hurt you were...”

“He told you?” I say surprised, “he promised he wouldn’t.”

“Sssshhh, yeah he did, he wasn’t going to tell me everything but then Neely ripped me a new asshole and it all came out.  I never meant for it to affect you like that and I didn’t know how to get you back.  To find out you were carrying my babies was the second chance that I needed, like a gift.  I know I’ve steam rollered you into being here, but I’m not good with this shit, I don’t know any other way to get what I want and taking control usually gives me what I want in the end.  God I want you, I’ve always wanted you.  For so many years you’ve been my reason to keep on fighting when I could have just given up and said ‘fuck it’.  I've seen some shit, done some horribly awful things and I know I don't deserve you or the peanuts, but please Dalton, I’m begging you to give me a chance.  I can’t promise it will be easy, but I can promise that I will carry on loving you with everything I have inside me and be the best damn peanut dad ever.”

He sees my tears and wipes them away gently kissing where they’ve fallen in tracks down my cheeks.  He then brushes little kisses over my lips and looks back into my eyes “Please Dalton.”

“I’m so scared Jonas.”

“Shit, me too baby, we can be scared together and it’ll be fun figuring it out as we go along.  This house, everything about it and how I’ve built it was for you.  I always planned for you to be here with me.  Let me show you.”

He leads me to the other door in the bedroom and it’s a full walk in closet.  Only a third is in use for Jonas though because my stuff has already been brought in and added to it.  I can see that someone has organized my clothes, shoes, purses and accessories so they look like they belong here and have always been here.  He’s watching for my reaction, but I wander to his section and drift my fingers over his clothes in a day dream manner before I get to my own stuff.

“Come there’s more,” he says and takes me back to the corridor and towards one of the other doors.  It’s the one I noticed earlier with the lock on it, he punches my birthday numbers into the keypad and the door opens with an electronic buzz.  I step into the room and it’s a massive office loaded with photography equipment, maps, books, radio receivers and computer screens; lots of them.  In a corner I also notice, it has a dark room facility that is still being finished.

“We can work from here, this is our office.”

“Our office?” I’m puzzled.  “Why does a club manager need an office and all this gear?”

“That was temporary; I was helping out a mate out who had a problem.  Someone was skimming money from the club.  It seems
that
someone has a thing about scams in general.”

“Really, shit, she has been busy.”

“Yep.  Scum,” and that is all he says on that matter.

“So what do you do?” I ask.

“I picked up some very useful skills in the navy, one of them being Cartography.  Turns out I have a thing for photographs and maps,” he smiles at me and I grin back.  “I can’t go into specific details but I’m now an outside contractor for the military.  Sometimes I may be working on active classified deployments and sometimes I may be reviewing military incidents to determine blame on things like friendly fire incidents.  A lot of the things I do for them are classified as Top Secret hence the lock on the door.  I know I can trust you but I can’t talk about what I do.  Which means that the others don’t and can’t know; you can’t bring people in here Dalton, ever. Does that make sense?”

“Sure.  Would you have to kill me?” I’m trying to make a joke, but a cloud covered his face telling me his job isn’t really a joking matter.  “I’m sorry, it was a rubbish and thoughtless attempt at humor,” I say in apology.

“It’s OK, it just reminds me that even though we’ve been in each other’s lives forever, we still have so much to learn about one another.  Come on, one other thing to show you.”  He takes my hand and leads me out of the room, when the door closes it beeps whilst the lock clicks into place.  He opens the door adjacent to the office and ushers me to walk in first.  I am in awe of what I see.  He’s converted the room into an amazing nursery for the babies.  Tears prick my eyes as I take it in.  Two traditional cribs are in the centre, one has pale yellow bedding and bumpers the other has the same but light green in color.  Hanging over each crib is a mobile made up of animals in bright colors.  The walls are painted a warm beige and one of them has carefully placed motifs and stickers all over it.  The stickers are unisex in nature and have animals, toys, stars and alphabet building blocks on them.

“I didn’t know what we were having, so I’m prepared for any combination,” he says still trying to gauge my reaction.   In the room is also a baby changing station that looks like it’s been adapted to accommodate two babies with ample room for supplies.  The windows are covered with bright colorful animal drapes and facing the window is a large comfy looking couch which will be perfect for night time feeds, it also looks like it will fit both of us on it if we need to feed together.  I wander to this and sit down; I’m astounded and overawed with everything he’s done and it’s starting to sink in.

“I don’t want you to think I wasn’t doing anything after I found out we were having the babies.  I wanted to finish the house and get this ready so you could be part of my life.”

“I thought you didn’t want me, us,” I’m embarrassed about admitting this.

“Never Dalton, I just didn’t know how to show you.   Tell me you're OK with this.  I want you all here with me,” he looks scared, he genuinely doesn’t know which way this will go.

“OK,” it’s my simple stock answer, but this time it encompasses everything I need to say.  I can’t not try and be a family together.  I want the chance to be happy and love him like I always have, but I want to do it out in the open for everyone to see.  He deserves the chance to show me what I mean to him. He lowers himself to sit beside me and takes me in his arms, he hugs me with relief, like his life depended on it and then says “You’ve never been more beautiful to me than you are now, knowing that you’re carrying my children is the most amazing thing ever.  Thank you Dalton, I’ll make you so happy.”  I return this with a gentle kiss and he starts to kiss me back.  My body remembers what it’s been missing and my crazy hormones kick in and yearn for more.  For once I have no hesitation about moving this forward, I’m not embarrassed about being swollen with his babies, I feel proud to show him.  Jonas senses where this is going and withdraws from me.

“Baby, I don’t think we should, you’ve had a stressful couple of days already.”  I don’t think so, fuck that.  I’m getting what
I
want.  I lean back in and try to get him interested, but he puts the brakes on and he can see I feel rejected.

“No. No. Don’t start that shit, you have no idea how much turning you down is killing me.  I could pound nails with my cock at the moment it’s so hard.  I want you so bad,” he shakes his head as if that is going to sort his problem out.

I smile and look towards his groin.  I lick my lips and feeling brave I stand up and remove my clothes.  Fortunately I found an online maternity store that has the sexiest little sets of matching lingerie and have been treating myself.  My huge swollen breasts are held up in a sheer black bra, it’s virtually see through and makes my hard nipples look desperate for attention.   Jonas’s eyes flash with desire.

“Fuck Dalton, you’re killing me,” he says as he adjusts himself to ease the pressure.  I’m wearing the smallest thong possible, it’s classed as under the bump and it really is and all that is visible is a tiny triangle of fabric covering my cooch and a thin strip of pubic hair.  I turn around so he can see the pretty string, it’s a thin strip of black fabric that has sexy red bows on it.  Watching him over my shoulder is empowering, he can’t take his eyes off my ass and they widen as I grab the sides of the thong panties.  He subconsciously licks his lips and is squeezing and grabbing his crotch in an attempt to alleviate the pressure building up.

“Shit Dalton, I’m scared I might hurt you,” he whispers.

“Don’t worry you won’t hurt me.”

“But I don’t know how to be gentle,” it’s his way of letting me know he’s scared too.

“Yes you do, just be with me, just love me,” I’m trying to reassure him, because I need this.

“Are you sure? Christ, what if I hurt them or you,” he’s wavering, he’s on the ropes.

“Yes I’m sure.  Anyway, the peanuts make this a position finding expedition.  I think it’s best if you take me from behind.”  That does it, so I bend forward as far as I can and peer around my hips at him.  He’s already moving.

“I’ll fuck you from behind, but tell me if it hurts or anything feels bad.”

“I promise.  Now get on with it.” My frustration is crystal clear.

“Let’s be clear Dalton.  I don’t mind you giving me requests but I make the demands.  So I’ll decide when, where and how hard.  You remember that next time we play this game.”  He’s now standing behind me and I can feel the hardness through his jeans as he pushes teasingly into me and reaches round to grab my breasts.

“I loved your tits before, but now they’re bigger it makes me want to put my cock between them and fuck them.”

“Oh God please.”

“Patience, we can’t play all the games at once.  Now let me see how wet you are.”  He lowers a hand from one of my breasts and swipes a thick finger between my legs and gives me one quick finger pump fuck to see if I’m ready.

“Oh, my girl is dripping wet,” he says to himself as he pulls his finger up to my face and puts it in my mouth.  “Suck it baby, lick yourself off me,” after a few moments, he tries to turn my head so his tongue can join in the action and I’m shamelessly trying to lick both his tongue and fingers because it’s turning me on to taste myself.

I’m writhing now it’s been too long since my last good orgasm and he was the one to administer it then too.  I whimper and push back against him whilst grabbing my own breasts.  “OK Dalton, I got you.  I need to get inside you before I cum in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager.”  This only makes me whimper more.  “Bend over the arm of the couch,” he tells and I quickly move into position.   I hear the zip of his jeans lower and the thud of them hitting the floor around his ankles as he gently encourages me to widen my stance so I’m at the right height to take him.  He enters me slowly, seating himself completely inside me and we groan in unison, it was what we were both missing.  He starts to slowly withdraw and then push back into me, he’s trying to be careful and I can tell he’s afraid of hurting me. “I wanted our first time here to be more romantic, like you deserve, next time I will love you like you deserve to be loved.”

“Sure,” I reply, I’m in need of release and couldn’t care less about the location.  He laughs at the brush off of my statement but his pace stays the same and it’s not hitting the spot I need it to.  I start rearing back onto him, trying to convey that I want more and I want it harder.

“Steady girl, we don't...”

“Fuck steady Jonas, I need you.  I need you to fuck me hard.  I need to cum, God I need it please.”  I’m pleading with him and as soon as I finish my sentence he ups his pace.  “Harder,” is all I need to say and he begins to hammer into me from behind.  My breasts are swinging wildly and I feel unbelievably good, I’m getting closer and heading for the ending I want.