What becomes, them

I arrived in London just after midday. The entire flight I kept having flashbacks of Dante and I together. Dante’s hand wrapped around my throat, the way his his tongue worked my clit over and over, that arrogant smirk he would give me right before my orgasm ripped through me, the look on his face when I took him in my mouth and th way his cock filled me completely made my panties soaked. I didn’t think it was possible to love Dante more but I did. God I missed him, thankfully I had my work to keep me busy.

Six weeks went by. I immersed myself in my work, meetings, deadlines, background checks on prospective foster parents. Dante messaged and called daily and every time my heart would skip a beat. He was keeping busy with work, working crazy long hours, but never too busy to remind me how he felt inside of me. I blushed at the memory of him. All of a sudden my stomach twisted and I had the urge to throw up. I barely made it to the bathroom before I emptied the contents of my stomach.

The next few days were the same, I would be sick in the morning and the rest of the day I would be fine. Then it dawned on me, I was so busy distracting myself with work that I hadn’t realised I missed my period. I couldn’t be pregnant, could I? “Be calm,” I told myself. I stopped at the pharmacy on my way home and got every pregnancy test I could carry. I shoved them into my handbag and quickly made my way home.

I stared blankly at the newly positive pregnancy tests before me. “Deep breaths, just keep breathing I told myself” *INCOMING VIDEO CALL DANTE* “Shit!” of all the times to call it would be now. I gathered my composure and answered his call. Sure enough as soon as his face came across the screen my heart began to race. He was so beautiful, just his smile alone could make women weak at the knees.