Chapter 18 |A Baby Marcus|
Zay is wrapped in my arms as I carried him off to his bed after a nice evening excluding the extended family invite. Marcus escaped into the bedroom while I laid Zay down in his bed sound asleep. Instantly after placing him in his bed and taking off his clothing, I slipped out of his room and into the hall way. My thought is now on the gift sitting in my bag waiting for Marcus to unveil it. I trailed into the living room, passing up the bedroom to grab my purse I left sitting by the door. Grabbing it up, I walk to the sofa making myself comfortable as I sat and rummage through my purse a little until I retrieved the box that will change our lives yet again. Thoughts flood through my mind thinking of what Marcus may do or say. This man is so full of surprises I have yet to know more about him. The sound of the door open while hearing footsteps trailing behind. Marcus only had on a pair of basketball shorts while treading my way.
“What you doing out here?” he asked.
“Just thinking.” I respond dropping the gift back in my purse without fully revealing it to him.
“About what?” he asked hovering over my frame.
I didn’t say anything at first as I look up in his sculpted face, eyes peering in my soul trying to seek out my problem. A smile appear softly over my lips.
“On how much I love you.” I said getting up with my purse. “You’re a sneaky person. You know that.” I said brushing past him towards the bedroom. I stopped at the door admiring the room. Candles are lit everywhere, the king size bed is pushed against the wall revealing the nice amount of floor space that had a nice black fur rug holding a a bucket with ice chilling the champagne. From behind I felt a warm body pressing against my backside. Warm heat playfully dance along the side of my neck sending a tingling sensation to my most weakest spot. The melting pot. Pushing past me as I did to him, he stood in front of me, taking my hand and pulling me into the room while closing the door shut. The mood is set on high. Lights out. Flames from the candles dance on the walls. Sex playing on the stereo. He know how I like it. Pulling my body into his, I dropped my purse on the floor as his soft lips pressed against mines while instantly slipping his tongue in mines for the sweet taste of desires. After releasing, we just stared at each other. Amazed and yet confused. Amazed at the love we have for one another, and yet confused at how two opposite individuals made it to this point.
His fingers dance around my waistline while letting words escape.
“I can‘t believe it.” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“I asked you to marry me.” he said looking off slightly.
“Why do you say that?” I asked as my hand adjusted his face to where his eyes are on me.
“I‘m not the marrying type Clare. I‘m a nigga who causes trouble, now look at me. I‘m about to settle down with a family who needs me to take care of them. I really do love you girl. You the first I ever told that to and I guarantee your ass you will be the only one.” he said as I smirk at his remark.
Breaking free from our grasp, he walked over to the rug provided for us, making himself comfortable.
“Want me to pour you up some champagne?” he asked.
“No thanks.” I said.
His eyes cut towards me inspecting me thoroughly. Although I’m not a big drinker, I still would take a sip. I know for a fact he sense something is wrong so I better tell him now rather than waiting later. I stooped down, grabbing the box I had in my purse. Standing up, I cleared my throat meeting his eyes.
“Marcus…” I said approaching him slowly standing by the rug.
“Wassup?” he asked looking up towards me.
I hand him the box holding our future.
“Before you open it, I want you to know this is our future so we need to do something now before our future awaits.” I said looking at him. His eyes glance at the box as he moved it around seeing the size of it and everything. “You can open it.” I said as nerves build up inside of me wondering what his answer will be.
He stared at me while opening the box then look down to see what it held. Silence crept into the room besides the music that played in the background.
“You…You‘re pregnant?” he asked still looking in the box.
“That‘s what it says.” I said standing in the same position. “Are you okay?” I asked as he finally look towards me.
“Yea…its just…your pregnant…meaning…” he began to say as I interrupted his sentence.
“Meaning we‘re having a baby.” I said.
His shocked impression was just too cute for his hard demeanor. Just as he was ready to say something, I cut him off before he could say anything.
“Look. Lets get this straight ok. I may be pregnant, but I will be damn if I let unfinished business be pushed to the side. I may be risking a lot, but I want to know for sure everything is over with ok.” I said as he cut in.
“No.” he simply said.
“No…what do you mean no?” I asked hypothetically.
“Exactly what I mean. I‘m not putting you in any danger while holding my child.” he said.
“Excuse me…Our child.” I said.
He stood up to where we stood face to face. He licked his lips as his body heat trailed onto my skin.
“You right. But I‘m not letting you risk your life or our child‘s life. Fuck it…” he said looking down at my stomach. “Now sit your ass on the floor.” I said.
“So damn demanding.” I teased.
No comment. I did as he said as he continued hovering over me. He kneeled down on his knees, grabbing one of my feet to slip off the designer shoe he purchased. My elbows rest on the soft rug as I felt myself being leaned back a little more as he stretched my leg in the air leaving kisses on the back of my thigh sending them straight to my vulva. He let that leg rest on the floor and did the same to the other foot. My legs crossed over his thighs as he grabbed my waist pulling me up into his thighs until we were face to face. I stretched my arm out to admire the ring upon my finger.
“I can‘t believe we‘re engaged.” I said excitedly.
“Believe it.” he said unzipping my dress from behind.
As much as I want to continue this wonderful fantasy, in my gut I feel something is about to take place and its not the baby causing this.
The sleeves of my dress dropped down revealing the braless skin beneath. I stood up to slide the dress off leaving me only in my panties. Sitting back on Marcus lap, he sat up to lay me on my back as his head lowered to my flat stomach resting his head upon it. I know for a fact this is what he wants. A child to call his own. One to raise, to love and care for. My fingers caressed his head as I felt gentle kisses upon my stomach. What a start for a new life once again…
I know its not much but will add more later...