One Night Stand (3)

In His Arms Again

Crystal's pov

After the park incident, I decided if Jimin could apologize and explain why he reacted so badly that maybe I could give him another shot. I still didn't have his number so I went to his apartment building to ask him in person to go to my Dr appointment. He actually looked pretty excited to go. A flutter of hope started in my heart. Maybe my baby would have a daddy.

He picked me up for the appointment and when the doctor asked if he had any questions he looked like a deer in the headlights. It made me smile to know he wasn't all cocky like I had first thought. When we heard the heartbeat I could see the look of amazement on his face. It left him speechless and he didn't say a word until we got to the car. We went for ice-cream and talked about our family and friends. He set up a dinner with his friends for Saturday.

I was so nervous to meet them. He took my hand as we walked to the door. It was like walking into a big family reunion. They had welcomed me right in and made me feel at home. We ate and talked and laughed. I felt like I was a part of something. They had a bond like nothing I have seen before. When we left, we were sitting in the car and I just started crying. I had never felt so loved. My friends are great and, of course, my mom loves me but this is different.

"Are you ok?"Jimin asked.

I nodded. "You're friends are just so nice. They just included me and treated me so nice."

"Then why the tears?" He looked so worried.

"Stupid hormones. They are good tears, I promise." I smiled at him to reassure him when the baby kicked. "Oh! Give me your hand." He had to feel this. It is the coolest feeling. He gave me his hand and I put it on my belly where the baby was moving and I watched his face.

With so much wonder he asked, "Was that the baby?"

"Yes. It gets pretty active in the evening." We stayed that way just enjoying the movements of our baby. It made my heart do a little flip-flop. A little more hope blossomed for a happy ending.

"Well, I better get you home." When we got to my apartment he thanked me for going. I could tell it meant a lot to him. Outside my door he looked at me. His beautiful eyes and full lips. I wanted to kiss him. Was it those pesky hormones again? He ran his thumb along my bottom lip and my breath caught. I couldn't pull away. I felt a connection to him.

His lips met mine and it was like an all consuming fire that warmed me from the inside. Our mouths opened and the kiss deepened. He pulled me closer so that my breasts were pressed into the hardness of his chest. The fire was building within me and consuming me until all my wants and desires were focused solely on him. He was all I wanted. All I needed. The baby kicked and he jumped back like he had been shocked.

"Oh, my gosh! I didn't hurt you or the baby did I?" His face looked so concerned.

That crazy boy. "No, silly. We are fine. Pregnant ladies kiss all the time. How do you think they got that way?"

He looked relieved. He smiled and said, "None the less. I should let you get inside. See ya soon."

     "Yes." I said and meant it. I went inside and had trouble sleeping because I kept remembering the whole evening. Hope had sprouted some wings. Not only would the baby have a loving caring father but maybe we had a chance at a happy family all together.

     Over the next couple weeks we spent a lot of time together. We learned about each other's childhoods and even talked about baby names. We couldn't seem to agree at all on that. We had little Jimin(no), Jeremy(not crazy about), and Joshua(I could live with that) for the boys and Sarah(no), Mindy(soso), and Amanda(maybe) for the girls. I just didn't feel like we had found the name for our baby yet.