Ivory Mist

chapter 19

"Baby I want nothing more than to fuck you hard right now, but I really have work to do before we leave. Make yourself at home. If you need me, I will be in my office. Oh, I also laid a towel and a robe out for you in the bathroom if you want to take a shower." he pointed to the master bathroom in his room.

I was about to head to the bathroom when he grabbed my hips and placed me up on his dresser, spreading my legs apart. He kneeled and placed his face so close to my sex, that I could feel his warm breath.

"Although I love the way you smell right now," he said as he took a whiff of my now throbbing lips.

"Dean what the hell!"

"Stop it. You like it. Now I have to go to work." he kissed my lower lips making me moan.

"Dean," I whined.

"Later baby. I promise. I love you." he kissed me and walked out of the room.

I was still sitting on the dresser with my dress hiked up and my legs apart. Oh, that man can be so frustrating. How can he turn me on like that and walk away? Well, he had better be glad that I am in love with him. I smiled to myself and got off the dresser.

I guess I should take a shower. I know he likes the way I smelled, but I was so hot and bothered right now. And I was stressed about my possible pregnancy. I just needed to relax. Maybe a bubble bath would be better than a shower. I walked into the bathroom and looked glanced around. The first thing I noticed was his and hers sink. He only kept his products on the left side of the counter. The right side of the counter was empty.

I looked under the cabinet of the sink for anything I could use to take a bubble bath with. I laughed out loud when I saw the bottle of Mr. Bubble's bubble bath. I used this stuff when I was a kid. Dean is such a juvenile. I walked over to the whirlpool tub, turned the water on, and poured some of the bubble bath in the water.

I walked downstairs to the living room and grabbed my bags. I had to be quick so Dean didn't see me carrying them. I ran back upstairs to the bedroom. I laid my bags on the bed and picked out all my toiletries.

Well if I am going to be here for the rest of the week, I will put my things out. I walked back into the bathroom and stared at the dual sinks. I took a deep breath and placed my items on the "her" side of the counter. I took a step back from the sink, looking at both sides of the counter. I must say my thing looks perfect in the space. It's like they belong there.

I took off my clothes and slide into the hot water. It felt so good. I turned off the water and turned on the jets, as I laid my head back on the edge of the tub. After a few minutes, I was relaxed. The jets were massaging the knots in my tense back. I closed my eyes and thought about the man that I love.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because when I came to, Dean was sitting in a chair beside the tub, watching me. I nearly jumped out of the tub.

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to scare you. You just look so peaceful. You are glowing." he whispered as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. Oh, crap did he say glowing?

I feel guilty for not telling him that I was afraid that I might be pregnant. I don't like keeping things from him. Tracy said I should what until I know for sure. But I can't just sit here and keep this from him. I love him too much. Fuck it. What do I have to lose?

"Dean I think I may be pregnant." I blurted out. I can't believe I just said that.

"What?!" he looked at me in disbelief.

"I mean I don't know if I am. I just know we had sex a few times without condoms, and my period is due sometime next week. And well, I don't know anything about being pregnant, but I have a feeling that I am." I sighed in relief. I was glad to tell him.

"So that's why you didn't want any wine. I knew something wasn't right. But pregnant? How can you be sure?" he ran his fingers through my hair.

"I don't know. It's just a feeling. I can't really explain it. But I am pretty sure that I am."

We sat there in silence. Me in the tub, Dean on the chair. We just stared into each other's eyes, not saying a word. What was he thinking? He wore no expression on his face. I was becoming frustrated. Why hasn't he said anything?

"Dean say something please." I was becoming nervous.

"I am going to be a dad," he whispered. I shrugged.

"Maybe. Well, we don't even know yet. I just wanted to let you know."

"Baby, you said you believe you are. Nobody knows your body better than you. Except maybe me," he smiled at me.

"But what are we going to do if I am?" I asked.

"Niki I would be more than thrilled if you are carrying my child. I would have loved to marry you first before we have a child, but it doesn't matter because I was going to marry you and knock you up anyway. But the thought of our baby growing inside of you makes me so happy. I love you, Nicole. And I will love our baby."

"I love you too," I said as I climbed out of the water and sat on his lap. I didn't care that I was soaking wet. And neither did he. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me sweetly.

"Have you eaten today baby momma." he laughed.

"I had an apple and some chips," I exclaimed. Wow, that was all I ate today?

"Well, we aren't going to have you starving my baby. So wash up, and come downstairs. I have ordered Chinese food for you." he kissed me and placed me back in the tub.

"Fine. I will be right down."

Dean had walked out of the room, and I began to wash my body. Slowly running my hand across my stomach. I know it is way too early to tell if I am pregnant. Hell if I am, I am barely a week. What if I am not? Would Dean be upset? Would he leave me? The thought of him leaving me hurts me to my soul.

I got out of the tub, dried off, and put the soft terrycloth robe on. I headed downstairs to see Dean fixing our plates in the kitchen.

"Do you need any help with the plates?"

"No thanks, baby girl. I got it. Go have a seat." he nodded to the island in the middle of the floor.

I sat down just as he placed the food in front of me. My mouth was watering. I couldn't believe how hungry I was. I looked down at General Tso on my plate. I couldn't wait to dig in. I picked up my chopsticks and took my first bite. Oh, it was so good. I swallowed and went back in for another bite. But before I could get the first bite all the way down, my stomach felt queasy. My throat started to tingle. Oh God, I was about to throw up.

"Baby are you ok?" Dean asked as he rushed around to where I was sitting.

I shook my head and ran to the kitchen sink vomiting into it. Oh, gross. I can't believe I just threw up in front of Dean. I lifted my head out of the sink. Dean was next to me rubbing my back.

"Do you want some water," he asked. I just nodded. He went to the refrigerator and took a water bottle from it. He handed it to me and drank it all.

"Are you ok baby," he said continuing to rub my back.

"I don't think your baby likes Chinese food." I laughed.