Sex dealer

thirty-nine

*1 week later* sorry but I had to get to it xx

"Holy shit." I look up at Blake and I's new house, my eyes expanding to the size of golf balls.

It's actually in a suburb, where there's civilization and trust when I say, it feels so nice to be back to a place that's not deserted.

"You like it?" Blake asks, looking down at me.

"Fuck yeah, I love it!" I squeal and somewhat skip up the stone path, probably looking like an idiot with my whale of a body, to the door.

I can hear Blake laughing deeply behind me as he follows me.

He slaps my ass before fumbling around in his pocket for the key.

He finally finds it and sticks it into the key hole.

"I mean, the house is smaller than the old one, but it's home." Blake smiles at me.

I smile widely back at him.

"I love it, Blakey. Now shut up." I slap his butt back before I walk inside, looking around at everything.

It all looks so neat and beautiful.

"I can just imagine this house in a few years time," Blake says from next to me.

He puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him, kissing my neck softly.

"Our kids running around, two, or three, or five, or maybe ten..." he trails off, lost in thought, probably at how many kids he wants.

I slap his chest playfully, laughing.

"We tryna have a family or a whole damn soccer team?" I laugh.

"Maybe I want both." He gives me a soft kiss before taking my hand and leading me around.

He shows me the living room, the study, library and games room, the bedrooms and bathrooms, all that shit.

Then he takes me to the back of the house and shows me the pool and that.

It's a beautiful house, really, and even though it's smaller than the old one, it's still huge.

"We can go shopping soon, for like baby cots and shit or we could just wait until the baby comes, so you're not having to walk around with a sore back and feet."

The house itself is already completely furnished, since Blake had it built and decorated.

It was an investment but I guess a change of plans took place now.

"We'll do whatever you want babe. I'm still only seven months, I can manage walking and that just fine." I assure Blake, sitting on the end of the lounger chair.

I stare at the water in the pool, the sun reflecting brightly off it and for some reason, I feel as though this might be a new beginning, for Blake and I.

"Blake?" I ask quietly.

"Hmm?" He asks me, taking a seat on the lounger next to mine.

"What are we doing?" I question.

He gives me a weird look.