20 Questions

Chapter 111

Hunter

Shower time was fun, and by fun, I mean Jenna got on her knees, stared up at me with those brilliant green eyes and gave me the best head of my life. I almost collapsed during orgasm, but she stabilized my legs like the team player she is. She went on about her extensive beauty routine while I laid in bed and watched TV until my eyes would no longer stay open.

I am jolted upright when I hear Jenna yell, "Well, son of a bitch" from the bathroom. Either she's having a major wardrobe malfunction, her hair isn't cooperating, the mascara has speckled her cheeks when she blinked because of her ridiculously long eyelashes (yes, I know this), or she wants to make a winter coat out of my skin for falling asleep. Whatever it is, my best option is to inquire from a safe distance.

"Everything ok?" I ask from the safety of the bedroom, my hands covering my balls just in case she decides to go all Nolan Ryan on me and throw a hairbrush.

"This dress doesn't fit and I just bought the damn thing!" she yells.

"I'm sure it's not as bad as you think. Jenna, you haven't gained any weight. Believe me, I would know."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Shit.

Quickly recovering, I clarify, "I mean I have studied every inch of your naked body every day since we met. You are perfect. If anything, you have lost weight."

Yeeeah, that's good thinking. Balls intact for the time being.

"Well, explain this," she snaps as she rounds the corner and holy fuck do I see what she means.

Her tits are practically falling out of the top section of her long flower-covered dress. I have zero opposition to how she looks, but my opinion does not matter when it comes to her comfort level in attire.

"Were you a junior in high school when you bought that dress?" I joke, but she doesn't find me the least bit funny.

"No, I purchased it a couple weeks ago. My boobs fit in it just fine when I bought it. I don't understand how they got bigger in just a couple weeks' time."

With those words, we stare back at each other, her with fear and me with elation. There are very few reasons why a woman's breasts would enlarge without augmentation. I know Jenna wants time before having kids, but the idea of her carrying my child excites me more than I would ever show her. I've had dreams about her with a round belly, glowing like pregnant women do and watching her body transform in preparation for childbirth. Even though my heart is racing with jubilation, I need to be supportive of her right now.

"When was your last period?" I ask.

She looks at me like she would rather talk about naked midgets bouncing on trampolines.

"I'm supposed to start right after we get back."

I climb off the bed and tuck her body into mine. She is visibly shaking with the possibility of being pregnant. "Jenna, that's probably all it is. Every time you have your period, your boobs get bigger. It's like a warning shot for me to be on my best behavior."

"How do you know that?" she asks and I shrug.

"I told you, I know your body better than anyone. Maybe even better than you. We can go get a pregnancy test from the store though if it will make you feel better."

She agrees, changes into some clothes that don't risk the chance of a nipple popping out and we are off to the store. As we walk down the aisles of the local market, I find myself selfishly hoping the test comes back positive. Jenna says she is not ready yet but carrying a child in her body would instantly change her mind, I know it. She would make an incredible mother. Hell, she already parents me most of the time and she has that natural maternal instinct that women like my mother never had. In addition, Rich and Piper would be the most supportive and loving grandparents ever. She grabs a First Response test from the shelf, looks at me and then grabs a second. Maybe she's just being thorough or maybe after looking at me, she realizes that I probably have some pretty aggressive swimmers.