Page 9 of Hazel

“Well, I’m just happy she had a good birthday.”

We spend the next hour tidying up the house. The place is a mess. Just hours before there were scores of children running around all hopped up on sugar. Now it looks like a warzone.

Mary-Anne and her grandma are sitting in front of the TV watching a movie. I peek my head through the door and ask if they need anything. Mary-Anne jumps up and wraps her arms around my legs. “Thank you for the cakes, Hazel,” she says, in her lispy, eight-year-old voice. “And my present, too.”

I wonder if Finn has put her up to this, but when I look down and see her face, I know she means it. I pick her up and hold her on my hip, rubbing my nose against hers. “It was my pleasure, princess.”

I put her down, and she slumps back onto the couch with her grandma. The sugar high has clearly worn off and she’s walking around like a zombie. But a zombie with a huge, birthday-sized smile on her face.

Back in the kitchen, Finn has pretty much finished tidying up.

I sit down on the chair at the breakfast station and take a sip of the coffee he’s made me. But, before I’ve had a chance to enjoy it, he’s guiding me through the house to his bedroom.

He closes the door behind him and kisses me.

I put a chair against the door in case Mary-Anne decides to pay us a visit, then I turn around and pull Finn’s t-shirt over his head.

His hands stroke the side of my hips, but I push him down on the bed. I’ve been waiting all day to get him alone. He’s so good with children. It was a real turn-on watching him in full dad mode. It made me think about the family I want to have with him.

Pinning his hands to the bed, I guide his cock into me without the use of my hands. Just pushing down with my hips until he’s filling me up.

The sex is quiet and intimate. He whispers in my ear how much he loves me. Our sweaty bodies writhe together. When I come, I have to bite down on his hand to stop from screaming out.

Afterward, we lie next to each other on the bed. I trail my finger along his naked chest.

“I have something I need to tell you,” I say.

He turns on his side and looks me in the eye. I stroke my belly and look down. “I’m pregnant.”

He hugs me tight and kisses me. “For real?”

I grin uncontrollably. For some reason, I’d been scared about telling him. Things are moving so quick. The last thing I want is to scare him away. But his reaction just makes me more sure than ever that he’s the man of my dreams. “For real,” I say. “I would have told you earlier, but I didn’t want to steal the limelight from Mary-Anne.”

He kisses my cheek and his huge hand covers my hand on my belly. He bends down and puts an ear over my stomach.

“It’s too soon for that,” I giggle.

“I dunno,” he says, scrunching his face up as if he’s concentrating as hard as he can. “I think I hear something… it says… you’re gonna be the best mother in the whole friggin world. And, we’re gonna have an amazing life together. And he or she’s probably gonna be a total nightmare when they’re a teenager, but they'll make up for that by being extra cute as a baby.”

I pull him up and press my lips against his mouth. “His father’s not too bad, either.”

“Aye,” he says, slipping his hand between my legs and running his fingers through my wet folds. “I’ve heard rumors he’s a pretty good-looking guy.”

“He’s alright,” I tease.

“Good with his hands, too,” he says, sinking a finger into my pussy.

“And humble,” I giggle.

“Lucky,” he says, “that’s what he is. The luckiest man in all the world.”