T E S S A ' S P. O. V
"Kalen! Hurry up!" I hear his elephant like footsteps boom, as he clambers up the steep stairs of our new home. We only moved in a week ago, so mass boxes invade our house.
He curses, probably tripping up over one as he sprints to reach me. I'm in our new bathroom which conjoins to our bedroom.
It's beautiful with a deluxe double shower and a marble sink which allows the water to caddie down. I'm sat perched on the edge of the toilet seat that's yet to be installed.
The test I just took rests on the sink counter and I've been too scared to look.
The only reason I took it was because Kiara suggested my symptoms are something more than just a stomach bug, and she's been through this before, so I guess she would know.
I dug through a lifetime's worth of crap to find one I knew I purchased ages ago. It's still in date thankfully and I pissed all over it in the downstairs bathroom, then texted my husband because I realised how utterly terrifying this whole thing was.
He decided to sprint from the beach rather than take the bus. In his words, he's faster, but I don't need Usain Bolt as my husband, I just need him here in one piece.
"Tess I'm here! I'm here, I'm f*****g here. Where is it?" I gesture to the singular test still perching on the sink edge. "You've not looked?"
"I told you I was waiting for you. I'm scared." I admit.
My husband grabs my hands, gently pulling me up. His hand rests on my stomach, even though there might not be a baby in there. "I'm with you. Every step of the way. Baby or not, we're going to be fine."
"I really want this. If I'm not pregnant, do you think we could..."
"Hell yeah baby, I've been ready to start a family with you for a long time." He smiles, reaching for the test. Our eyes fall on the result at the same time.
Positive. Holy f**k. s**t. Oh my...
I clutch frantically at my nonexistent bump. The tests says five weeks, so obviously I'd be barely visible but, there's something in there. A concoction of me and him, our love synergies within the growing baby.
"Tess, we're gonna have a baby." He's crying. I'm crying. f**k, we're both complete wrecks already.
He kisses me desperately, trying to pull off my shirt. I want nothing more than for my husband to f**k me, I crave that intimate closeness I would only ever have with him, but someone else needs to know first.
"Kiara," I mumble. He jerks away.
"Baby, maybe don't say my sister's name whilst I've got an erection,"
I laugh. "No, I need to tell her."
"Now? We just found out."
"I was with her when she did, she would want to know first and I need her to know. It's a weird best friend thing."
"Okay, send her my love, and then get back into our bedroom so I can f**k my baby mama senseless." He taps my ass lightly, pushing me towards the door.
"Don't ever, call me that again Kalen Romano."
"Okay, Tessa Romano." I love my married name and he exploits it to no end.
The phone only rings twice until she answers it. "Well? Did my brother manage to knock you up?"
"Yep, I'm having a baby!"
"f**k yeah!!!" She screams down the end of the receiver. I can imagine her pounding her fists into the air, jumping around the kitchen. "Guess what Stasia, you're gonna have a baby cousin."
Stasia joins in with the screams. "What the f**k?" I hear Aaron Black boom, probably thinking his family is in danger from the inane screaming.
"Relax Aaron, Tessa is having a baby."
"Congrats." He says, and then everything grows quiet as Kiara leaves the room.
"So, how does it feel?"
"It hasn't really kicked in yet. I'm having a baby, but I don't know...nothing has really changed in the past five minutes."
"Well they will. Drastically so. You need to prepare for it all. The body changes, hormone imbalances, the s*x drive. Uh. I was isolated in Italy during the most intense hormone rage of my life. Thank god for vibrators otherwise I might have died."
"I doubt it, but I mean the s*x drive is a plus. Right?"
"Not when you're working or in a public place and can't think of anything other than my brother's c**k. Look, pregnancy is beautiful, but terrifying. I want you to know you have me. I'm your unofficial birthing partner. Anything you need come to me."
"Not my husband."
"No, he's an i***t. He's more clueless than you, I'm an expert. I'm your person."
"Okay Kia, I love you. Talk later and Kalen sends his love."
"Tell him I love him too, and I'm happy for you both."
The call ends but I'm immediately swept up by my husband. "I was coming, you don't need to man handle me."
"Please, you love being man handled. And trust me you'll definitely be coming soon." I jokingly roll my eyes, even though desire floods through my body.
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"Kalen. This isn't going to work."
"Yes it will." I belatedly sigh, as my legs are moved around again.
At seven months pregnant my body had changed in ways I didn't expect. Everything blew up. I mean everything. Even my v****a has become in somewhat different. I barely recognise myself.
I'm verging out of the happy hormone phase and into the exhausted angry phase where everything pisses me off.
Apparently my bump is larger than most at seven months. Kiara was so petite at this stage, I remember, and even though we are practically the same height, I'm a lot bigger that she ever was.
I curse God, or whatever tragic fate forced this upon me. Because this was not fun.
I just wanted to f**k my husband, but every position was either awkward or just weird.
"Uh f**k this," He grunts, and suddenly flips us over.
The movement is fluid I don't even register I'm on top until his c**k slips into me. I gasp, feeling everything as I sink onto his monstrous erection. It feels so much bigger too.
"Kalen, I'm not feeling this." Mostly because I was terrified.
My palms are planted on his pecs for support, and I'm basically hunched over trying not to lose balance and fall. "Tess relax. I've got you." He fixes himself into an upright position, so his back is pressed against the headboard and gently pushes me back.
With his hands on my waist, I don't fall like I expected.
The position is weird. We lack the closeness I normally crave, yet the position gives us both room to move. "And how exactly am I going to f**k you?" I get winded walking up the stairs these days.
"Who said anything about you f*****g me?" He bends his legs on either side of me, and smirks as he thrusts up.
"f**k!" He hits the spot that makes me moan instantly and then again and again. "Kale," My head lolls back, as my hands slip off his and into the comforter instead.
I grip it viciously, trying not to scream.
I only last around ten seconds. He grazes my breast with one hand and squeezes, my n*****s sensitive to the slightest breeze so this catapults me into my o****m.
"Oh my gawd..." He continues f*****g me savagely. I've discovered I hate gentle lovemaking at this stage of pregnancy. I need brutal rough s*x that makes my head spin and toes curl, and Kalen definitely knows how to deliver.
I clench around his c**k, milking all him, until we both slump down. Sated. I gently move onto my side so I don't squish the baby, and rest my head on his newly inked shoulder.
Even though we don't know the gender or the name of our baby. He still tattooed two daisies onto his skin, behest to my knowledge. Kalen's obsessed with having a girl, he's so determined about the idea that I'm almost believing it myself, but I can't assuage the fact there's a fifty percent chance it's a boy.
I brush my lips over the inked petals. "I love this."
"So will little Penny." I roll my eyes, even though I can't hide my grin.
"I'm not naming my baby Penny."
"Why not? It's cute."
"I like Chloe." He thinks about it.
"No Chloe Romano doesn't sound right."
"Neither does Penny." I retort, childishly sticking my tongue out at him. He just laughs and pulls my head down so it lays on his chest instead.
His heart still thuds loudly from our prior activities, but the rhythm beneath is so soft I almost fall asleep to it. "I think we should move."
Kalen's sudden declaration jolts me awake. "I love our home." It wasn't just a house now. We had made memories, christened it with ourselves and our love. Our baby was literally consummated in the kitchen. I didn't want to change any of it.
"I do too baby." He moves me onto my lap and I'm about to protest because the last thing I want to do is crush my husband's legs, but he uses his strength to hold me in place. "I bench twice as more as you."
"That was before it was me and the devil child. I swear this baby is already planning ways to break my v****a when she comes out." I grumble. Then notice his fixed smile.
"What?" I snap.
"You said she."
"Don't distract me from the topic Kalen. We decided in the hospital where I nearly died, that this was our home. Fate helped us and now we love it. It's our life. We have jobs and a nursery coming tomorrow, I don't want to give it up. Not now. Not ever."
"The Russians are getting worse. They're targeting people affiliated with my family, never mind what they would do to you or our child if they found us."
"But your dad said..."
"My dad is wrong. He can't protect us all. Not from this. We should leave, even if it's just for a while."
"Kalen I can't travel anywhere right now. I can barley leave the house without needing to pee or eat. Our entire life is about to change, I don't want to make that harder."
"If something happen to you," He rests his hand on my stomach. "Either of you. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."
"If we gave up on our lives, I wouldn't be able to forgive us either." His eyes turn gloomy and cold. Neither of us don't like to get our own way, but his is a lot harder to accommodate. I can't leave this house behind. Nor can I leave my job. Not yet at least.
"Kalen, can we just wait? At least until the baby is born, then maybe we could move somewhere else for just a little while but then come back when it's all over. I know in this world, the danger will never stop being real, but we can't just stop living because of that."
"Okay." His smile returns, but then dims. Neither of us are happy, but we're both okay, and that's better than screaming and shouting at each other for nothing.
"Is my girl kicking?" His hands encircle my very large bump that almost brushes against his own stomach.
"We should have just found out so at least then you won't look like an i***t if your girl comes out with a p***s, or had Kiara through us a gender reveal party."
"I want the surprise but I just have that feeling, you know? That weird gut feeling that tells me it's a girl. I'm not anti boy, but I just know."
"Okay, I'll play along but we still have to prepare ourselves for the alternative."
"I promise." He murmurs, just as our baby girl starts to kick. f**k. Now he has me saying it too.
"She knows it's me." He beams with pride and starts talking to my stomach. I just sigh in content and listen.
The weird thing is that I'm not even scared to have this baby. Yes I'm terrified of birth but that's mostly because of the horror stories and the pain, but raising a child...I stare at my husband again, and watch his face become animated talking about his day to our child, having Kalen makes it better.
Having Kalen makes the next 18 years feel perfect.
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A/N: If you haven't read Chained Princess, be warned major spoilers in the next chapter!
Yes it's that one. ?