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The sun filtered through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows in Ben’s high-rise. The feeling of soft kisses trailing from his chest to neck pulled him from a hazy state. His voice was thick with sleep as he spoke. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”
“But I’m starved.”
Ben brushed the hair from her face, “You know I can’t resist those puppy dog eyes. What do you want? I can make it for you.”
Rey’s whole face brightened at the question. “Pancakes! No, waffles! Pancakes and waffles? Do you have eggs? Blueberries? Strawberries?”
A low chuckle arose from his chest as he swung his legs around the bed to pull on a shirt and sweatpants. “Blueberry pancakes with a side of waffles, strawberries, and eggs then. How do you like your eggs?”
“Whatever it’s called when the yolk is runny.”
“That would be sunny side up, like you, my Rey of sunshine.”
Rey’s nose crinkled and she shook her head.
“I realized how cheesy that was as it was coming out of my mouth. Let’s pretend I never said it.”
Rey and Ben spent the whole weekend in his apartment in various states of undress. By Monday morning, his cheeks burned from smiling so much.
3 Months Later
“Sweetheart, I told you to label all your boxes so that the movers put everything in the room where it belonged! This is the twentieth box I have had to carry from the bedroom to the living room.” Ben was covered in sweat, and she was too busy flipping through a copy of some old, tattered book to pay attention to his complaints.
Rey had moved into his house yesterday and was busy unpacking, except her version of unpacking was going through her boxes and examining each item as if she had never seen it. Ben had suggested they also pay the movers to unpack the boxes, to which Rey responded as if that was the most ludicrous idea she had ever heard.
It took two weeks and five big fights, followed by make-up sex, before Rey was completely unpacked. One particular argument stuck out in Ben’s mind.
***
“I nearly broke my neck, Rey!”
“You’re so fucking dramatic, Ben! You tripped, that’s all.” Rey stood in front of him with her arms crossed and a fierce look on her face. He had learned that she wasn’t one to back down from a fight.
“I asked you to stop putting stacks of books in the hallway. When I get up in the morning, I always trip over them.” Ben gestured wildly to the hall where books were stacked in what appeared to be random piles, stretching to the bathroom door.
Rey stomped out of the hall to the living room, and Ben followed, waiting for her response.
“Well, if you hadn’t made me throw away my bookshelf, then I wouldn’t have to wait for the new one to arrive!”
Ben stalked closer to Rey and stood less than a foot from her, “That bookshelf was dirty and falling apart! It was a hazard! Why do you even have this many books anyway? Half of these are just trashy romance novels, if you can even call them that.”
Rey shot him a look that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. She blinked slowly and responded in a low tone, “Well, I’ve got to get off somehow.”
Ben let out a harsh chuckle, “Oh baby, are you saying I don’t get you off? Didn’t you just come on my cock this morning? Or are you just an insatiable little whore?”
Rey gulped but didn’t let her stare waver. Ben continued towards her. “Poor little Rey, always horny. Why don’t you show me how you get off, baby? Go ahead, sit on the couch and spread those legs. Play with yourself.”
When Rey didn’t budge, Ben hauled her into his arms and leaned her over the bar counter. He folded himself over her, running a hand up the back of her thigh and pulling her leggings down, feeling the wetness between her legs. “So wet. Is this for me?”
When she didn’t answer, he swatted her ass. “Yes, it’s all for you. I’m such a whore for you. I can’t help it.”
“That’s right, you are. Now spread your legs like a good girl.”
He slipped a finger into her and began pumping in and out while his other hand worked to push her shirt up and roll her nipples between his fingers. “Such a good girl, that’s it. Gonna come on my fingers? I thought you said I couldn’t get you off? Were you lying?”
He could barely understand her between the moaning, but he did hear, “I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s right, baby, I am the one who is making you come. Go ahead, let go.”
Rey shuddered and let out a shout as she came all over his hand. Rey was still in her post-orgasm high when Ben slid inside of her, burying himself in her heat and feeling her squeeze around him. After he was sure it wouldn’t end just as fast as it began, he started to move.
“I’m going to fuck this pretty little cunt until you’re begging me to fill you up. Don’t you want that? Want to be full of my cum? That’s what whores deserve, to be full of cum.”
He felt Rey come again as he fucked her; all that came out of her mouth were moans and babbles. Wrapping his fist in her hair, Ben yanked her head back and began whispering into her ear how good she was and how he loved fucking her.
“You look so pretty stuffed full of my cock. You’re going to look even prettier carrying my baby. Gonna keep you pregnant. PTA meetings. Drop off lines. Fuckkkk. ” He buried himself in her, ropes of cum coating her walls. Ben still does not think he has ever come so hard in his life.
***
They decided to celebrate that they were all settled in and living together with sushi by candlelight in the dining room. After dinner, as they watched a movie on the couch, Ben stroked her legs lazily. Rey usually was a ball of laughter when they watched a comedy, but she was oddly quiet tonight. When Ben looked over, she was pale and appeared to be slightly sweaty.
“Are you okay, babe?” He felt her forehead and realized she was clammy, but he got no response.
“Rey?”
Rey jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door closed. Ben wandered over and could hear Rey vomiting; he knocked gently.
“What’s wrong? Was it the sushi?” Rey did not respond.
She emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later and curled up next to Ben on the couch, resting her head on his chest, letting out a long sigh. “Ben, can I tell you something and you not get mad?”
He gently rubbed her head and responded, “I promise.”
“I think I’m pregnant.”
Ben jerked up to look her in the eyes. He sat there staring for what felt like an hour before asking if she was sure.
“Well, I haven’t taken a test or gone to the doctor, but I missed my period and I’ve been exhausted all the time and I’ve been getting si—.” Rey was cut short by Ben squeezing her tightly in an embrace.
“Rey, this is wonderful! Oh shit, that is selfish of me. Are you happy with this? I mean, I know we said we would wait, but I am so happy. Wait, aren’t you on birth control?”
Rey wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms as she replied, “That’s the thing. The whole soulmate thing can lower birth control’s effectiveness. I knew that, but I just always forgot when we were together. You just make my head all foggy sometimes, especially in the heat of the moment.”
Ben lifted her chin so she was looking at him, “But are you okay with this? Are you happy?”
“Yes. We’re gonna have a baby. I love babies.” Ben pulled her in for a kiss before lifting her and carrying her off to the bedroom.
The next day, they were able to get an appointment at Rey’s doctor to get a pregnancy test. The test was positive.
Ben read articles to Rey about proper nutrition and prenatal vitamins on the way home, which Rey did not seem to appreciate nearly as much as he did.
After dinner, they sat on the couch together, somehow both managing to spoon on the small seat. He read a book on pregnancy that he had stopped to buy earlier. At the same time, Rey ate pork rinds and watched some trashy reality TV show, occasionally listening to Ben spout off information he deemed essential.
Ben kept finding himself idly rubbing Rey’s stomach, imaging what the little baby would look like. How much of Rey would it be, how much of him? How many would they have? He also realized that it might be time to get his grandmother’s ring from his mother.