Falling for the Babysitter

Chapter 30

“But that woman has been MIA for months. We have a home. Bailey has her own room and her things are here. She would be so scared going and living with a stranger.”

The clenching in my stomach gets worse imagining how scared my child would be with a woman she hardly knows. Enough time has passed that I don’t think Bailey would even recognize her own mother.

“I know, but Karen and I are both single parents. Everyone always sides with the mother.”

“Unless you can provide you have a more stable home,” Remy says eagerly. “Two parents in a loving home is better than one, right?”

“What are you saying?”

“Marry me,” she says. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Surprise cuts my words off. I don’t know what to say other than, “Marry you?”

“Yes, marry me. We can get married and that way when you go to court, a judge will see that Bailey has two loving and devoted parents, a dependable income, and a sibling on the way. Karen might have a job and apartment, but she doesn’t have a home.”

“Remy, I love you. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I want to marry you more than anything, but I don’t want it to be because you feel you have to in order to appease a judge,” I tell her.

“That’s not it at all. I love you too. I love Bailey. You and I are going to have a child. There’s nothing holding us back from getting married.”

The fear I’d been harboring starts to fade. “Hold that thought.”

“What? Why?” she says.

“You’ll see.”

I go into the bedroom and into the closet where I find an old suit jacket that doesn’t fit me anymore in the back of the closet. In the pocket is where I hid the ring I bought for Remy. I’ve had it for a month now. I wanted to plan some huge elaborate proposal, get all our friends and family to pull it off, but I guess it’s too late for that now.

I grab the ring and hide it behind my back. Then I stand in front of her. I kiss her lips then get down on one knee. I pull out the box from behind my back. Remy puts her hands to her mouth and I open the velvet box, revealing the princess cut solitaire inside.

“Remy, I love you with all my heart. You’re my soul mate and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and our children. I want to build a life and a home with you and grow old together. Will you marry me?”

She’s laughing and crying at the same time. Holding her hand out, I slip the ring on her finger. It fits perfectly as I knew it would. I’d taken her mom with me to go shopping for it. We’d taken Remy’s high school graduation ring with us to make sure it was the right size.

“Of course I’ll marry you,” she says and wraps her arms around my neck. I know she’s looking at it over my shoulder, because she keeps saying, “It’s so beautiful.”

I pull back and kiss her lips. The kiss deepens. Her hands slip beneath the waist of my sweatpants, finding my ass. She pulls away for a brief moment and says, “We have some unfinished business to attend to.” Then her lips crush against mine once more.

I lift her into my arms and carry her back to the bed. The robe she’s wearing falls open as she lays back on the bed, spreading her legs for me. Her beautiful pussy is still a bit red with friction from the

earlier pounding I’d given her that was so rudely interrupted. I kneel in front of her and lick her worked flesh with my tongue to soothe it. She coos as I gently lap at her folds. It doesn’t take long for her to get wet. She’s easily turned on.

“I need you inside of me,” she demands.

I give her clit a kiss and move my way up until I reach her belly which is showing the slightest pooch. I wouldn’t call it a baby bump. Not yet. It’s still just as flat as ever, just a little swollen-looking compared to usual.

I caress the smooth skin. My child is in there. We made that. Us, together. Our love did that.

I continue to kiss my way up her body until I’ve reached her lips. Right now it’s not about fucking and getting each other off—even though that’s definitely about to happen. But instead, it’s about making love to her. Being with her. Being inside of her. Showing her, physically, how much I love her.

She gasps as I enter her. She feels swollen and tight, and slippery wet. Her sheath grips my cock in the best possible way. I thrust my hips, moving in and out of her. She whimpers, begs me not to stop. I don’t. I move faster, harder. Her pussy starts to clench around me. Grabbing me. Holding me until it takes some serious effort to keep moving. Her muscles milk my cock until I can’t take it any longer. With a growl, I release my load inside the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen. The love of my life.