All The Wild Ones | Wildfire Series

Mine - Bonus

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I was starting to wonder if Grayson was enjoying trying to get me pregnant more than he was going to enjoy me actually being pregnant.

Our sex life during college and before our marriage—with the exception of those ten days before—was good. Really good. Amazing. Exceptional.

But our married sex life? You'd think that Grayson had a booster shot straight to his libido when he said I do, and I knew it had to do with his mission to get me pregnant. I had no idea where he found the energy. Not with all his football practices and traveling. His busy schedule didn't stop him, though. He'd be in the front door one minute and inside me the next.

But it wasn't like it was a chore. Oh, no. His wicked grin told me he loved every minute of this process. Especially the parts when he bottomed out inside me, getting as deep as he could possibly go before coming with the wildest look of satisfaction.

When Grayson said on our wedding night that he would fuck me until I was pregnant...he hadn't been lying.

Apparently, it did work like that.

A few months later, and I was staring down at a toilet bowl, wondering why the hell I'd let him get away with this. He got to enjoy the sex without the direct side effects of the aftermath.

Oh, but nausea wasn't the only thing in my stomach. Giddiness swirled and dipped, spreading to all of my limbs. I stared at the second positive pregnancy test on the floor and resisted the urge to call Grayson. But he was across the country in Atlanta, and I didn't want to deliver the news over the phone. I needed him here, next to me. Not in a locker room with a bunch of football players.

So I just smiled wide and squealed to myself in our tiny en-suite bathroom. Grayson would be home in a few days, which gave me just the right amount of time to plan a way to tell him.

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I was possible that I chickened out of telling Grayson.

Okay, I did. I definitely did.

A terrible thrum of anxiety overcame me during the next few days. What if it was too soon? What if the tests were false positives, or what if something happened and—

Ugh. I didn't want to think about it, but I couldn't help my brain from going places I wished it wouldn't. And all I kept replaying in my head was the devastation Grayson would go through if I told him something that just...wasn't true.

Even after my doctor confirmed that there was, in fact, a tiny little speck of a baby in there, I was still nervous.

I thought about calling Madie. She would probably have something sensible to say. But she would also probably tell Bren. And I was pretty sure that Grayson would have a breakdown if Bren found out I was pregnant before he did.

Grayson knew something was up, though, because when he came home from Atlanta ready to pounce on me, I had to tell him that sex would have to wait until I was more confident I wouldn't throw up everywhere in the middle of it. And I couldn't remember the last time that I'd turned down a good home-coming fuck.

"I don't like this."

"What? Not having sex?" I trapped in a moan, clutching my upset stomach. "Well, get used to it."

Grayson's expression was stricken. He walked from the doorway of our bedroom to my side of the bed, placing a glass of water there for me. I hadn't been able to get up all day. Wasn't morning sickness supposed to be contained to the morning? For fuck's sake, I felt lied to.