Not My Man

~Chapter 1~

pro·pos·al

prəˈpōzəl/

noun

2.

an offer of marriage

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I still remember the way my heart stuttered along with my breathing as I gazed down on him. His light eyes was suddenly dark with intensity as he stared right back at me. Down on one knee, his plump lips curving into a nervous smile as he opened the red velvet box to reveal the small diamond ring.

I remember the tears that fell and my knees going weak. Our day was far from perfect, full of glares and disagreements, yet here we were, and at that moment I knew he wanted me. Through the good times and the bad. He wanted my heart, my body, my mind, and my bullshit and for that I couldn't stop crying as I nodded my head slowly, letting out a breathy yes, smiling through the tears and laughing as they continued to fall.

I could currently feel the small tingles on my lips as I reminisced on the passionately slow and rough kiss he'd given me after I said yes. On their own accord, my index finger lightly trailed against my lips at the mere memory and a smile slowly graced itself on them.

"What are you so smiley about?"

My eyes immediately shot open meeting with those light grey eyes and my smile grew.

"You." I answered honestly as he closed the gap between us, leaning down to place a lingering peck on my lips, adding a small bite on my lip before pulling away and I could feel the blush rise on my dark cheeks. Three years later and he still managed to make me hot all over. My nose scrunched up a few seconds later.

"You stink." I said, letting my eyes roam over his once white shirt that was covered with oil stains. Putting a finger under my nose I demanded him to go take a shower, urging him to make it quick. I had important news.

..

At this point my emotions were everywhere. I didn't know whether to feel anxious, nervous, or excited so my body settled for all of them. I couldn't stay still. My feet walked back and forth from one corner to the other as I waited for him to come out of the bathroom connected to our bedroom.

What if he's not ready?

But what if he is?

He may not be.

My heart beat picked up.

No, no. He will be.

Am I?

Of course I am!

My steps slowed once I realized that I was arguing with myself.

Get it together Nina! I scolded myself.

"Oh shit, what's wrong?"

I twirled toward the bathroom door, ready to burst out the news just to get it over with, but my words got stuck in my throat. I gulped taking him in. His brown skin glistened under the droplets of water that trailed over his barely there, but noticeable abs. My eyes followed one droplet that fell down to his waist that was covered by a black towel. My skin grew hotter by the second and warmth began to pool at my lower stomach.

"Oh, God." I groaned, closing my eyes to gain focus again only to see pictures of his naked body. My body against- no, under his. My thick legs around his waist as he pushed himself deeper in m--

"Earth to Nina." He pulled me closer to him by my waist, his lip twitching in amusement, but eyes glancing over my features in worry.

He is just so damn fine.

I let the smell of his soap fill my nostrils and pulled him closer, not missing his hard member pressing against my stomach. I smirked.

He's not the only one who still got it.

"Nina?" His fingers gently pushed upwards against my chin and I looked up, letting his eyes search mines as he asked me what was wrong. Suddenly those three emotions I was feeling a few minutes ago came back full force. I wrapped my arms around him, not caring that I was getting wetter the closer we became. Ha-ha! Pun intended.

I gave a nervous smile, avoiding his hard gaze for a few seconds and then peeking up at him.

"I'm pregnant... surprise..." I sang the last word out, letting out a dry laugh as I stared up at him.

I took in his expression. The shock was clear from the way his eyes widened but the way they lit up and his lips curved into a million dollar smile.

~2&1/2 weeks into pregnancy

          -------------N.M.M.---------------

I was so focused on the light... I didn't notice the shadow.