Revealing Kane

15 - Loving Life

John

Allison has been living with me for close to a month, and I am still so ecstatic about it. Waking next to her beauty every day is unparalleled. Fucking whenever and wherever is, of course, perfect, and after, it's fantastic just to hold her. She's so loving and perfect for me. I'm glad we're together and going strong.

Her work has been busy, and I've been working in the studio with the band. I've recorded my parts, and I'm bored. So I smoke hash oil and sink into the comfy sofas. I'm not more than a lump while the others create. It fills my days until I can see Ally. I do love her and her upbeat manner. She keeps me going.

The band is leaving for Italy tomorrow, and I can't wait. I enjoy promotion work, but I'm more excited to be in Italy with Allison. I know we'll have a fabulous time.

Allison is almost 14 weeks pregnant, and she is definitely showing, if only to my eyes. There have been times that I couldn't believe Bean was in there, but now, with her newly rounded belly, there's no denying it. She's still worried about her modeling, but I truly believe she will be okay. Pregnancy is not a reason to lose work.

Allison comes home from another long day of photo shoots, and she looks exhausted. I'm glad she'll be getting a few days off because she works too hard sometimes. She needs to rest and grow our baby.

"Hi," Allison says, greeting me with a weary kiss.

"Hi, babe. How was work?" I ask, watching her put away her coat.

"Good, but I'm so tired. I shouldn't be this tired, right?" Ally asks, looking at me with concern.

"Babe, you're growing another life. You're going to be tired. Yazzy would tell you the same thing. We'll turn in early, all right? Keep you fit. Are you excited about Italy?" I ask, trying to brighten her mood.

"She knows," Allison suddenly blurts out, taking me by surprise.

"Who? And what do they know?" I respond cautiously.

"Diane. I just left the agency. The photographer of today's shoot called her and asked why I looked pregnant. I was summoned to her office," she tells me, sounding weary and defeated.

"And what did she say?" I ask, hoping it wasn't anything horrible.

"That I should have told her sooner. That she will have to call everyone who booked me for future spreads. And that she will shift my focus to maternity wear," Allison explains, and I smile at her to reassure her.

"See. I knew they'd still be able to get you work. You're too hot a commodity just to shut down your career," I soothe, but Ally's shaking her head.

"Diane wanted to know what our relationship status is. She said it might be difficult to book me if we're not at least engaged because maternity companies tend to be more conservative," she tells me, and her eyes are brimming with tears.

"Oh, Ally. It'll be okay," I tell her as I pull her into a hug.

I feel Allison let out a shuddering sigh as she relaxes into me. Maybe I should just ask her to marry me. I know we're going to be together and will get married, so why not? I just don't like being pressured to do something—it's something to think about.

I offer to draw her a bath and let her relax while I order us a takeaway. She agrees, and I guide her upstairs. While I run the bath, putting some bath oil in for fragrance, Ally goes to our room to change. But by the time I'm done, she hasn't come into the bathroom. I go in search of her and find her curled up on the bed, fast asleep. Poor thing. She's so wrung out. I cover her with a throw from her wardrobe and go downstairs to let her rest.

I order the takeaway and step out to pick it up. Thankfully, the fans haven't been bothering us as often lately, so I don't usually find them in front of my house. That's probably a good thing, as Ally's pregnancy would be everywhere if the fans saw her.

When I return, I hear music playing upstairs. Ally must have woken up. I go up into the bathroom, where she is soaking in the tub and humming along to the song. She's looking down at and caressing her baby bump. She is definitely in love with our child. She looks up when I enter and smiles at me.

"Hi, Johnny. Thank you for the bath. It's lovely," she says, and I lean down to kiss her.

"Feeling alright?" I ask as I sit on the edge of the tub.

"I'm okay. I'm sorry I crashed out on you, but I feel a bit better," Ally says, and I kiss her again.

"Well, I, for one, am glad you'll be off work for a few days while we go to Italy. You need your rest, love. Bean needs all your energy to grow healthy and strong," I tell her, and she giggles.

"You've been very pregnancy smart lately. Who are you talking to? Yazzy?" she grins.

"No, I've been reading. Do you know Bean is about the size of an orange now?"

"So, will you start calling it orange now?" she jokes, and I laugh. "I'm sorry I was upset before. Diane really rattled me. I don't want to force you or rush you into anything," Ally tells me.

She's trying to be sweet and unselfish, but I can see the sorrow in her eyes. She's uncertain about the future, and I'm not helping by leaving our relationship in such a state of uncertainty. I love her more than anything, so what keeps me from proposing? Maybe I should do it to relieve her fears.

"Stop apologizing. Your emotions are valid. I love you, Ally. Our future is with each other. And we'll get through this tough patch together, alright?" I tell her, and she sullenly nods. "Hungry?"

"Famished, actually," she responds and starts to get up.

But the way her skin looks wet is tantalizing. I want to feel her and enjoy her just a bit before we eat.

"Wait," I say, and she stops, sitting back down as she looks up at me in shock.

I reach into the water and let my hand glide over her baby belly, which makes her hum. She is so amazingly beautiful, and I love how she responds to my touch. I rub the bump a few more times and then slide my hand down between her legs. As my fingers move into her sex, she moans as her hips move against my hand. She whispers my name as her eyes drift shut. I love to watch her as I pleasure her, and right now, I have the perfect vantage point.

As I swirl my fingers in her sex, she brings her hands out of the water to grip the sides of the tub. Her body is tensing, moving to chase the sensations I give her. She whispers my name again, her head lolling to the side as she loses herself to the feelings I know are coursing throughout her body. And when her hips stutter against my hand, I know she is close.

"Come for me, beautiful. Let me know how much you love this," I whisper, my voice hoarse with need and lust.

Because she is in water, her hips move easily, pumping against my hand in an insistent rhythm. She is panting and moaning, and the knuckles of her hands are white as she grips the tub's edge so hard in her ecstasy.

"Johnny, please," she begs, and I know what she wants.

I shift my hand, my thumb going to her nub to free my fingers. I slide one, then two fingers inside her, and I can feel her sex tighten on them. She groans her approval as I pump those fingers in and out of her. And then I watch as pure pleasure washes over her features, and she moans, her body tense and still as her orgasm takes her. I continue to work her, liking how she moves and sounds, but soon, she loosens her stiff posture and relaxes into the tub. I withdraw my hand from her, and she gasps as her body melts some more.

"Okay?" I ask, worried for a moment that it was all too intense for her.

Ally opens her eyes and lifts them to mine. The smile that crosses her face is one of pure love and contentment. This woman - the mother of my child - loves me beyond all measure. And at that moment, I know there will never be another for me. I need to secure her as mine. I love her dearly.