Bestfriend or Best Lover

SIXTY TWO: TEST

Belle's POV

"Belle?"

I turn my head and remove the toothbrush from my mouth. Arden is standing in the bathroom entrance, looking at me nervously. Ardie's party just finish two hours ago. And the kids are fast asleep due to exhaustion.

"What is it, Ar?" I ask, rinsing my toothbrush and putting it back in the holder.

He comes into the bathroom, meeting me halfway, and puts something in my hand.
Before I look down at what it is, he's kissing me, and I'm lost to his warm lips and tongue. I always forget myself when his mouth is on me and this is no exception. When he pulls away, I lean up, trying to get more, but he puts his hands on either side of my face.

"You're almost a week late. I think you should take that."

I'm confused for a second and then look down at the pregnancy test in my hand. I want to laugh at the absurdity. Arden always knows about my cycles better than I do, but this would be impossible. "I think you're mistaken. I just stopped nursing Ardie a week ago. I doubt it happened that fast."

"You can conceive even when breast-feeding. You're still producing milk, but your cycles have been pretty regular, even when nursing."

Rolling my eyes, I take the test from him and go over to the private toilet in the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. There's no way I'm pregnant. I know Arden would be ecstatic if we had another baby again, and I would, too. But I think I would know if I was. It took so long for us having Ardie after we had the twins, that I'm sure it will be a while again before I'm able to conceive.

I've been so emotional the past couple of weeks and I just chalked it up to no longer nursing Ardie. As I sit down and pee on the stick, I start to run through things in my head. I don't want to get my hopes up because I know being pregnant right now is a near impossibility.

But as I finish up and walk out of the room, I'm in a fog of hope. What if this is it?

Arden is standing by the sink with his arms out, waiting on me. I go to him, placing the test on the counter in front of us. His warm arms engulf me, as I feel him hug me close and place a kiss on the top of my head.

Closing my eyes, I don't think about what could be. I only think about what is. How perfect our life is and how lucky we are that Ardie is a healthy baby and I didn't have a hard time delivering him, unlike with the twins.

"Come to bed, my love," Arden says, pulling me from the bathroom.

"What about the test?"

He doesn't say a word as he turns off the light and takes me out to our bedroom. He picks me up and places me in the middle of the bed. He slowly strips me out of my sleep shirt, which used to be one of his, and my panties. He kisses up my thighs and back down to my feet, loving every inch of me. Thoughts of the test are in the back of my mind, but he's doing an excellent job of distracting me.

I feel him everywhere, kissing my toes and running his fingers slowly across my naked skin. I feel his warm chest move over my body, and I realize that is also naked. I'm in a sensual fog of lust and only focusing on the here and now.

When his mouth moves to my hip and his tongue softly traces the lines there, I try not to get shy. Instead, I just focus on how good it feels. When I was pregnant with the twins and especially with Ardie, I got a lot of very noticeable stretch marks. I'd never had them before, but the ones from carrying such a big baby were so red and deep. I was worried Arden wouldn't think I was pretty like I used to be, but I was wrong. He tells me how I'm more beautiful now than before and how they show him what I went through to give us a family. Every time we make love, he pays reverence to them and to me.