Her Seduction

The unexpected

Out of nowhere, I feel a slight jolt in my stomach. It was like nothing I've ever experienced before, the feeling being so foreign yet so exhilarating. In all my life I never expected to be so happy... to have a loving husband and a beautiful baby on the way.

"Elijah, come here." I rush him with whatever he's doing.  He wanders back into our room- snacks and Chinese in hand. His white dress shirt slightly untucked and hanging out of his black jeans. He's now removed his shoes and I just know I'm going to walk... well waddle into the living room to find them thrown on the floor like the child he is, not knowing how to pick his own shit up.

"What, psycho." Oh that beloved name is being put to use more often that needs be at this current period, it's as if the man wants to be kicked in the throat or at least out the bed tonight.

"Come here." i demand with a prominent pout on my face, my bottom lip overhanging purposely. He places the food down at the end of the bed before moving to my side. "Here." I continue, moving his hand to my stomach where the baby just kicked.

As if right on cue, another harsh kick ignites and Elijah's eyes widen larger than I've seen them before. The green glows in them making his nick name ever so fitting in this moment. His hand doesn't move from my stomach and his eyes from my face as i small strand of uneven hair falls upon his forehead. I quickly reach up to push it back and he grabs my wrist planting small pecks along it before pulling me securely onto his lap.

"Ti Amo Melanie-Rose. I never thought I could have any of this before you. I was heartless and hated and no good for anyone. But now, you've made me a husband and soon to be father. I'm eternally thankful that you walked into my hotel and put up with my shit everyday.

Swiping my hand back to wipe away the tears which are now flooding me, he pushes his lips hard onto mine. His tongue immediately demanding entrance- as always. I oblige quickly letting him explore my body with every part of him, every thing about him captivates me. He's the air I breathe and I want more than anything for him to be my everything for the rest of our lives.

  A few months later

"Elijah." I try to wake him but the man sleeps like he's dead. He fucking will be if he doesn't move his ass in the next 30 seconds.

I weigh my options debating whether I should wake him nicely or startle him. Who am I kidding I've never been one to debate something so minuscule, especially not at a moment like this. The water hurries down my leg as I stand up, attempting to pull on some pants. "Elijah so help me god if you don't get up right now I'm having this baby without you."

As if right on cue, his eyes shoot open and the mans on his feet in seconds. "Great now you're up, help me." I cry the contractions hitting me like a fucking bus. They rip through me like a bullet through a piece of paper, with little mercy but not as much ease. Elijah rushes to my side his sweatpants and white t-shirt finally pulled on.

"Damn baby, you squeeze my hand any tighter I think it may break." He chuckles lightly, I can tell it's just a light joke but these hormones have a mind of their own.

"Man up Elijah." I yell a little too loud as I hear footsteps come from outside.

There's a small knock on the door before Selena speaks, "Everything alright in there?" Damn, I'm glad that she had her baby two months ago, even I couldn't cope with a pregnant Selena, those hormones made her terrifying.

We had many arguments over names,her winning by having the advantage of falling first. Which leaves me with no name chosen still.

"The bag Elijah." I point to the already packed overnight bag, full of every thing you could ever dream of needing. I watched Selena's cheeks pale when she went into labour early, not having anything organised and decided against that fate. "Get Isaac to get the car Sel." He yells a little to close to my ear.