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"I'm pregnant"

It was a shock to hear that. "Pregnant?" I repeated, not understanding what she meant.

She nodded her head. "Yes. In about three months."

My heart felt like it stopped for a second. She had told me before that she wasn't interested in having kids yet, and now she was telling me that she would have one? How could this be happening?

After we got home from the hospital, she said she wanted to take a nap. We lay down on our bed together, but only for a few minutes when she started crying. I sat up next to her and held her close. She kept saying how sorry she was, how worried she is, and how much she loves me. It broke my heart hearing that she's afraid of hurting me because of this.

I looked at her as I rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. "Listen, you don't need to say anything if you're not ready. If you want to wait until after you've given birth to tell anyone then I'll respect your wishes."

"No," she interrupted with a sob. "You can't do that to me!"

I tried comforting her again by holding her tight and kissing her cheek, but it didn't work. Then she looked into my eyes and smiled.

"But if you really love me, you won't make a big deal out of this. You know I'm very careful with protection, right? I always use them. Even when we were dating."

The thought of being with someone who isn't careful made my stomach turn. I knew she never did any drugs or drank before we met so I assumed she was using some kind of birth control. But nothing prepared me for finding out she was pregnant. My mind flashed back to all the times we were intimate and how many times we used protection...

I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote everything I remembered during those two years. It took me a while to write down every detail, but when I finished, I realized something.

I'd been with her almost constantly since I graduated college in May and she joined the workforce in August. She hadn't gone on dates with other guys. She rarely spent time away from me either. If there were any guys she was attracted to, they must have been long gone.

I placed the piece of paper on top of her belly, hoping to get through to her. "You're the only guy I've ever been with," I said. "In fact, I haven't even slept with anyone else since we first started dating. You are the only one I've ever loved, and now I have a chance to be a father. That's why I want to share this experience with you. I think it would be amazing for us both."

Her tears subsided, and she slowly turned over to face me. Without saying a word, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss.

"Thank you," she said as she rested her head on my shoulder. "For believing in me."

We cuddled for a while after that and eventually drifted off to sleep.

***

On Tuesday morning, I found myself sitting in front of the hospital waiting room with my parents, Ria's parents, and her sister. The nurse called Ria in shortly after she arrived, and we were able to see her within a half hour.

When she came back, the doctor told us that there's a high probability that the baby is a girl. They wouldn't be able to tell more accurately until later, but he said the chances are pretty good. He also mentioned that the heartbeat looks strong and healthy.

Ria was grinning ear to ear when she heard the news. Her family was excited too, although they seemed a little nervous. However, Ria was glowing.

The doctor asked if we had any questions, and my dad jumped in. "Are you sure you want to keep the baby? Do you plan on raising it?"

The doctor answered him directly. "I am absolutely positive about that. The mother has to be 100% committed to the child. I'm confident the father will be just as supportive."

Everyone applauded and cheered. Ria's sister looked especially happy, and she hugged her sister.

After the excitement died down, Ria's mom turned to me and whispered, "Do you want to hold her? She's starting to kick."

I followed her out of the room and watched her hand her daughter to me. I held her tightly against my chest, feeling her tiny arms and legs squirm inside her mother's belly.

Then the nurse came in. "Mrs. Rodriguez, you should probably head home now."

"But I don't want to leave!" Ria protested as her mother pulled her away.

"You'll be fine. The doctor said you can go home tomorrow afternoon."

Ria let herself cry a little bit longer, then her family helped her get dressed. After giving me a quick hug, her sister walked her home.

***

Late Thursday night, I woke up to find Ria sleeping next to me. It was dark outside, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but she looked peaceful.

I gently slid my arm under her and held her close. "Goodnight," I mumbled.

She stirred a little bit, then started snoring softly. I moved closer to her, until her head was resting on my chest.

That's when I noticed how warm she was. I glanced down at her bare belly, which was covered in goosebumps.

I put my finger on her skin and felt a soft, smooth surface. "Is it hot in here?" I whispered.

I slowly ran my hands up her body to her shoulders and back. Then I looked down and saw her shirt was almost completely unbuttoned. I reached behind her and undid another button.

"What are you doing?" she said with a sleepy voice. She was still asleep, but I could tell she wasn't angry.

I pulled the shirt open, revealing her naked back. Her bra clasp was undone as well, and her breasts were spilling out of her top.

I lifted her shirt up and began running my fingers across her lower back. She moaned lightly.

I continued pulling her shirt up until it fell off her shoulders and onto the floor. She was wearing a matching black lace bra, and I could feel the heat coming off her skin.

I bent down to untie her laces, but then I suddenly paused.

"You're going to wake up your sister if you do that," I said. "Wait until she goes to sleep."

With that, I sat up and stared at her beautiful, naked form. She was so sexy, lying there all exposed.

Her nipples were hard, poking out against her chest. I leaned forward and cupped one of her breasts in my palm. I traced my fingers along her nipple, tracing circles around the areola. She gasped, and I began massaging her breast.

I wanted to touch her everywhere. I ran my hands up her sides and over her ribs, then down to her stomach. I caressed her belly with both of my palms, making sure to avoid touching her bare skin.

This was the closest I'd ever gotten to her pussy, and it was driving me crazy.

I slowly lifted her shirt up until it was covering her breasts again. Now I was laying next to her with my hand on her belly, and she was nestled between my legs. I reached down and slipped my hand under her panties, where I felt a small patch of hair.

I carefully slid my fingers up to her clit, then back down. I repeated this several times, until she was moaning loudly.

Then I gently pushed my index finger into her pussy.

She cried out, "Oh my god!"

I started moving my finger in and out of her, while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She was gripping the sheets so tight her knuckles turned white.

I removed my hand from her panties and placed it on her bare thigh. I slowly moved my leg over hers, until I was straddling her waist. Her legs were spread wide open, allowing me access to her most sensitive spot.

Ria's breathing became erratic. She was looking straight up at the ceiling as she screamed, "Fuck me!"

I stopped fingering her for a moment and kissed her on the lips. Then I shoved two fingers into her cunt.