Sage

35

Harry.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Ellie's tight curls sprawled out across my bare arm and her shoulders as they rose and fell with each sigh. The room is dark, the moon shining through the window to our left, telling me that it was early in the morning.

I sit like that for a moment, my bicep flexing as my arm comes up and grabs a strand of hair to mindlessly toy with. I knew she was still asleep from her breathing pattern that I'd grown used to, which is why I make no effort to move. There was something about lying with her that seemed to suck all of my stress away and blow it into a cloud of peace. Though she'd have my head if she knew I'd gotten as close as I did tonight, I didn't mind. I had a shitty day yesterday.

The motel room we slept in was a small space with a Tv from the nineties and a disgusting brown carpet littered with brown stains. I couldn't hide the judgment and confusion all over my face when I first furrowed my brows upon seeing the peeling wallpaper. Ellie seemed to feel the same way, her face recoiling in displeasing.

I almost considered driving to a neighboring town for another hotel but I knew the closest one was an hour in the opposite direction and the sun was already starting to set. Plus I didn't want Ellie on the road for longer than needed. She had a big day today and her rest was well needed even though I knew she'd gladly oblige to the idea.

There are two double beds on each side of the room, separated by a small nightstand with a lamp on it. The bathroom is next to the bed on the left and it's a simple shower that looks straight out of a gym washroom. A thin white curtain is all the privacy that's given and next to it is a tiny sink that creaked randomly throughout the night.

I sit like that for a moment, breathing along with her in silence as my elbow rests in the dip of my hops and my fingers continue to play with her hair.

The clock on the wall told me it was only five am, and court wasn't until 8:30. She told me last night that her brother wanted to go out for breakfast but I figure he could wait until she wakes up since I don't plan on being the one to do so. One thing I learned from living with her is that she hates having her sleep disrupted.

I was honestly just relieved to get a break from the congestion of the city and the stress of work. I know Ellie dreaded coming here and reopening wounds, but I meant it when I told her it was in her best interest. I know she would have stressed herself out if we didn't come because I know how much her Dad meant to her. She'll regret it if she doesn't at least try.

Plus, she gets bitchy when she's emotional. And I'm having a hard enough time dealing with her pregnancy hormones.

Regardless, I'm not ready for her to go back home yet. Which is another reason I agreed to go on the trip with her.

It confused me to no end. I'm guessing there's a scientific explanation for it. Every time I look at her all I can think about is the fact that she's growing life inside of her, a life that I quite literally planted the seed for. The thought not only had me looking at her in strange admiration, but it had me getting hard.

Everything about her was attractive to me and it seemed like the further along she got in her pregnancy, the more heightened the enticement became. For a moment, I considered I had a breeding or pregnant kink that I didn't know about because it's gotten so bad that I can't even jerk my dick without images of her intruding on my mind.

I scoot my body closer to hers and slide my palm over her stomach slowly, listening for any change in her breathing as I do every morning. Just like the times before today, my blood begins to pump twice as fast and I can feel my hands tremble slightly. I screw my eyes shut when I get to the side of her stomach, knowing that's where the baby is if she's laying on her left side.