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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Also by Wanda Amard

  Chapter One

  Kimber

  My phone is heavy in my hands when our plane starts its final descent into our local airport. Normally this is the point where my stomach would remind me we’re going to die on our plane trip home from Florida, but my mind is already too full of other thoughts to worry about our imminent demise.

  As the plane shakes, the nose headed downward in the sky, I tap the screen on my phone, making sure it won’t turn off so I can stare at the picture for a few more seconds.

  When Vinn handed me the pregnancy test on New Year’s Day in our little hotel in Florida, I rolled my eyes. There’s no way I could be pregnant. I’d taken a test with Rubi just a few months before and I’d only barely stopped using birth control. He stared impatiently at the tube, waiting for the results, and I debated whether my stomach felt well enough to eat lunch.

  I wasn’t even paying attention when his hand fell on my knee and squeezed, his soft-spoken words catching me off guard. “Kimber, look.” Only then did I lower my eyes in time to see the final second line appear on the little results screen.

  Two short lines, less than a quarter of an inch tall, but they meant so much. They were earth shattering. Vinn and I had talked about having kids, but we hadn’t pinpointed a time we planned to do it. Yes, he said he wanted them with me but hadn’t said right away. I smile because when he mentioned filling my belly, it sounded so far away. Now it stares me in the face.

  And I can’t decide what I think about that.

  The phone screen turns off, and I tuck it between my legs, making sure my seatbelt is tight.

  “Do you feel okay?” Vinn asks, his hand resting lightly on my knee. I enjoy the protective touch.

  I nod and tighten the seat belt again. Better safe than sorry.

  He scowls, removing my fingers from the end of the belt. “Don’t make it so tight. Think of the baby.”

  It would be a really long nine months. I’ve never been pregnant before, obviously, so I have no idea what to expect. I haven’t noticed anything different in the last few days, but now there is a person inside of me—someone growing and becoming a baby that soon I will be able to hold in my hands.

  It’s amazing to think Vinn and I created life.

  A wonderful thought.

  And a terrifying one.

  I still have three weeks until I turn nineteen. Who decided I was ready to have a baby? An intense determination grows in my soul, demanding I give the best life to this little person. It is my top responsibility. I will make sure they want for nothing and will create a happy home life to grow up. I won’t let anything bad touch them and my baby will have the best of everything I can offer.

  On the other hand, I have no idea how I’ll do that. Vinn makes me feel as if he can lasso the moon from the sky and give it to me, but I still don’t feel like I’m worthy. I was raised in the trailer park my entire life with a drug addicted mother and a cheating father. I can’t remember any significant period of my life where I lived what most people consider a “normal” life. How can I offer that to a baby if I don’t even understand what it is?

  I can’t ruin my baby. Vinn’s baby. Our baby.

  I can’t ruin its childhood like my mother ruined mine.

  But I can’t guarantee I won’t either. With Sonia Green for a mother, is there any hope of our child growing up in a world free of drugs and crime?

  Not if we raise them in the Fabulous Acres Trailer Park, the place where Vinn and I have set up home. Even if somehow we manage to keep our lives perfectly normal inside our little three-bedroom house, as soon as he or she steps out the front door, the harsh realities of life would be waiting. I know deep down everyone must meet those fears sooner or later, but is it so much to wish it would be later for my child? To let them grow into a young adult before they are faced with the particulars of our world?

  My stomach lurches and even though it isn’t the baby growing causing it, I rub at the top right above my belly button hopeful the little boy or girl will take not only nourishment but reassurance from my actions.

  The plane seatbelt cuts into my lower abdomen, but my tummy is still flat. Well, as flat as it has ever been. I’ve never been a girl to turn down a cheeseburger. What will I look like with my stomach sticking out at eight months pregnant? Cute? One of those girls who run around wearing frilly little sundresses or will I just get really fat?

  Will Vinn love me if I get so fat my gut sticks out and I never lose the weight? I can’t even calculate exactly when he knocked me up, so I can’t guess when I will have this baby. The fall, probably. I rub my stomach again, letting my hand rest there for comfort. Vinn smiles looking down at the action and his palm centers over mine.

  He kisses me on the forehead as his embraced warms my skin. “Don’t be scared, JB. I’ll never let anything happen to either of you.”

  The words are a bucket of water that washes away my fear and I smile at him. “Not scared. I’m happy.”

  And I am.

  Chapter Two

  Vinn

  “Don’t forget tomorrow is my first doctor’s appointment,” Kimber calls from the master bath as she finalizes getting ready for bed.

  I grunt. Like I could forget. After returning home from Florida, I made her call the doctor’s office immediately, but it still took them a week to get her an appointment. I’d ranted and raved about how it had been completely unacceptable and that we should find a new doctor, but Kimber refused. She promised one week wasn’t long enough to matter.

  But it matters to me.

  I’ve already sunk beneath the covers and wrapped them up to my shoulders lying on my back and waiting for her to crawl into bed. Normally we watch an episode of television before falling asleep, but the last few days have been particularly hard, and I don’t want to give her any more opportunities than necessary. The faster we fall asleep the better.

  The bathroom door opens the rest of the way and I’m careful to not peek in Kimber’s direction. Every night since we’ve been home, her tactics have increased in their dramatics.

  “You sure you have enough time off from work to come with me?” she asks. I tuck the covers underneath my butt, making sure I won’t notice her body heat when she gets in the bed. Or worse if her hand searches for me under the covers as it did the night before.

  “Absolutely. I haven’t told anyone except my boss, but he promised I could go to every appointment.” I probably would’ve quit on the spot if he hadn’t agreed.

  The sheets slide back beside me as Kimber takes an abnormally long amount of time. So long I catch sight of her milky shoulder. I whip my head in her direction. “Fuck me, Kimber. Really?”

  She smiles and shrugs at the movement, raising her naked breast higher in the air. “I wish you’d fuck me.”

  The hard rock between my legs wishes I would too. “You know that’s not gonna happen.”

  As she slides into the bed, I waste precious seconds gathering my courage before I lean toward her and pull the covers up over her chest to tuck them around her body, making her into a little mummified cocoon. You’d think covering up the naked tits would be enough, but it’s n
ot. I know they’re there all unclothed and begging to be licked.

  “Vinn, this is absolutely ridiculous. It’s been six days.”

  Six long, tremendously miserable days. “I’m aware,” I say between gritted teeth.

  Kimber laughs, her chest rising, but the covers hold. Proof small miracles do happen. “You can’t do this for the next nine months. You’ll never make it. Hell, I’ll never make it.”

  Regardless of what she thinks, when it comes to her and safety, I’m capable of a lot of things. Put my baby in the mix and I’m even stronger. “I’m not fucking you again until a doctor has cleared it.” And I want to see their medical license.

  “Vinn,” her sultry look turns to a pout. “I checked the Internet, and it’s perfectly safe.”

  I grunt into the sheets. The Internet. “Don’t believe everything you read on the Internet, Jailbait. I once saw a guy fucking a turkey.”

  “What?” she asks shocked. “Why would you watch that?”

  I chuckle at the image. “I was in high school and Johnny wanted to see if it was frozen.”

  She considers my comment for a moment, probably visualizing the horrid scene herself. “Oh, so it was dead.”

  “Yes, it was dead although not frozen.” The memories of Johnny and my friendship comes sailing back. We’d both been stuck in detention with one of the teachers who didn’t give a rat’s ass what we did as long as it didn’t cause problems. He wasted no time busting out a smart phone and searching for a bit of porn to get himself through the two hours. He only shared the particularly depraved pieces with me.

  “Fine, if you won’t stick your dick in me, I’ll put it somewhere else,” she says.

  I roll my eyes, not understanding what she’s saying. Before I can retaliate and stop her, the bedsheets are pulled back and Kimber straddles me. Her naked ass hovers in my face and I reach out, grabbing her hips with both my hands to still her from wiggling.

  The front of her body leans forward and her lips curve around my dick as the heat of her mouth engulfs my cock. I moan and dig my fingers into her skin. I should stop her, but her tongue runs laps on my shaft and I may combust. Her touch is amazing. So needed after almost a week of abstinence.

  “No, Kimber,” I bite out the words hard and swallow, thinking I’m turning down a fucking blow job.

  She wiggles her ass in my face not answering as she sucks on my cock with suction unlike anything between us. Maybe it’s because so many days have passed since my dick’s gotten to grind into her cunt, but I notice every emotion play out between us.

  I moan and Kimber follows, her ass swaying in front of my face. Her pussy glistens, and the knowledge she got wet just from sucking me off makes me harder. Her mouth is hot and wet like a paradise, all of her.

  Her head lowers, taking in more of me, and I tug on her hips to bring her cunt to my face and lick. Through her squirms, I hold on and bury my nose in her pussy. Her body raises, her ass high in the air, and my thumb skirts against her puckered hole.

  Last night in her desperation she volunteered to let me take her that way, and I realized my baby was horny. But being a man of my word, I turned it down. I won’t do anything to risk the life she is growing inside of her. But a few licks now can’t cost anything. Can they?

  Kimber dances with her mouth around my dick, her tongue gliding effortlessly against my skin. Here I have my hot naked pregnant wife sucking me off in the dirtiest sixty-nine I’ve ever experienced and I feel guilty. If anything happens at her doctor’s appointment tomorrow, I’ll never forgive myself. It is my job to protect her and the new life growing inside of her and I mentally promise to do a better job from here on out. After I eat her so hard she’ll be screaming my name with my dick still shoved in her mouth.

  Chapter Three

  Kimber

  “Kimber, get your ass out of the car or I’m going to carry you into the office,” Vinn says while standing in front of the door and holding it open waiting for me in the parking lot.

  My word, he’s been crabby this morning. If I hadn’t argued, we would’ve been here two hours before my scheduled time. You’d think after I let him lick my ass last night and then blow his load all over my face, he’d be in a better mood. Just the opposite is true. It’s as if sex made him crankier.

  I scowl out at him in the seat and pop another piece of gum in my mouth. “I’m coming.”

  He smirks, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “You aren’t, but you could be if you moved a little faster. I’ll reward you later tonight for good behavior.”

  My eyes search the parking lot to make sure no one had heard, even though he whispered the words.

  Vinn holds my hand as we walk up the few steps to the doctor’s office and doesn’t let it go as we ride in the elevator to the third floor and use the sign on the wall to find the correct suite. He holds the door open and strolls right up to the check-in desk saying, my name and pulling out a wallet from his back pocket. A chill climbs over my body. I hadn’t thought about how expensive having a baby would be. How much will this one appointment set us back?

  The receptionist smiles and my jealousy peaks. I’m all over the place today. Her eyes settle on me and the smile slips for just a moment when she flicks her attention between us. It isn’t often that someone is so obviously determining the age difference between Vinn and me. Prison life aged him more than even a regular twenty-eight-year-old but in a handsome rugged way. Without makeup I appear every bit the eighteen-year-old I still am.

  Vinn slips a white card through the window and the nurse hands him a clipboard and a stack of papers. “Her name is not on the card yet, but if you check, she’s covered. The company hasn’t updated with our new information.”

  I stare down at the insurance card, never having seen one until now. While I was growing up, my father usually made enough we didn’t qualify for the free healthcare provided in the state of Michigan and none of his employers offered coverage. Not that he gave most of his money to our household. More often than not it stayed at the bar.

  The receptionist eyes the card. “Oh, did you just get married?” she asks but I can tell there’s a world of questions behind the simple sentence.

  Vinn beams. He doesn’t pick it up, or doesn’t care. My guess is on the second. “A few months now,” he embellishes the truth. “But the company wanted to wait for after the new year to all get updated cards.”

  The receptionist nods like she hears this often. “Let me run this information and I’ll get back to you.”

  Vinn tightens his hold on my fingers. “I’m pretty sure all prenatal stuff is one hundred percent covered, but if we owe anything, let me know.” He smiles, putting on a charisma I’ve only seen a few times. I don’t like it. I’d rather have him cranky and only nice to me.

  We find two seats in the lobby and I start filling out the paperwork to the best of my ability, handing the clipboard to him when asked for insurance information. “I didn’t know we had insurance.”

  Vinn scribbles his signature on the papers, saying he’s in charge of my bills. “Of course you do. We just haven’t needed it. It’s one of the perks of working for my cousin.”

  I nod because it sounds like a reasonable comment. People with actual long-term jobs get insurance. It’s just never happened in my life—someone working the same steady job that offered benefits. I guess I forgot they existed.

  “How did you learn what was covered for the baby?”

  Vinn smirks and hands the clipboard back so I can fill out my family history. “The Internet.”

  I snort and roll my eyes, shaking my head. It seems some things you read on the Internet are okay.

  I’ve barely finished filling out the paperwork when a nurse calls us back. Vinn drops the clipboard at the receptionist’s desk and leaves the lobby with me. They get my weight and height and then leave us in the room waiting for the doctor.

  We wait.

  And wait.

  My heels hit the exam table in a rhythmic fashion
.

  “Don’t worry, Jailbait.”

  I shush him with my hand. “Don’t use Jailbait here.”

  Vinn laughs. “I dare anyone to say anything.”

  “Plus, I’ll be nineteen soon,” I say as if that’s going to make a difference. My birthday’s only a few days away. Technically eighteen is already an adult, but it hasn’t stopped him from using the term.

  There’s a knock. The nurse enters and asks me a bunch of standard questions about my family history and any symptoms before handing me a cup and leading me into the bathroom. Vinn walks out beside us, his posture stiff as he eyes the nurse while she holds the bathroom door open. For a second I worry he’ll try to follow me in, but thankfully he stops on his side of the door and waits while I close and lock it.

  He’s inches from the threshold when I open it a few moments later.

  The nurse stares of the two of us but doesn’t say a word as she takes the little bucket of pee and waves us back to the exam room we were originally in, leaving us alone once more.

  “Stop being crazy,” I say to Vinn as I take my seat back on the uncomfortable bed.

  He scowls. “I’ll always be crazy when it comes to you.”

  The nurse returns smiling and the female doctor I picked based on her picture on the website follows. “I have good news, Mrs. Thrower. You are pregnant.”

  A smile breaks across my face, and when I peek over to Vinn, it’s ten times as large.

  “Do you know when you would have conceived?” The doctor looks between Vinn and me.

  My face heats, starting at my neck and moving upward. That’s a lot of opportunities, but I have no plans to tell her that. “Not really,” I say looking at Vinn and trying to use wife ESP to tell him to keep his mouth shut. Thankfully he nods and scooches his chair closer, placing a hand on my knee. It’s just the comfort I need at the moment.