Renewed (Awakened #2) (7 page)

Chapter Six

“Don’t forget the doctor appointment this afternoon,” I said as Stefan grabbed his cup of coffee out of my hands and kissed me on the cheek.

“I’ll pick you up at two.” He smiled as he grabbed his jacket off the barstool. He was wearing his light grey Armani suit with a green shirt and grey tie to finish it off. He was going to be in and out of meetings today, so he needed to look his best.

Stefan came up to me, setting his coffee cup down on the counter next to us, and grabbed my waist. He pulled me into his chest, leaving our lips only inches away from each other.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” I whispered back. He pulled my face closer to his, allowing our lips to meet. After a moment, he pulled his lips away from mine but kept our foreheads touching. His eyes were closed as he steadied his breathing.

“Mine, forever.” His eyes slowly opened, locking with mine.

“Forever and a day.”

He pulled his head back and kissed my forehead, holding his lips there for longer than a minute.

“See
ya
at two.” He grabbed his coffee cup and started for the door.

“I’ll be waiting.”

I sat on a barstool with my cup of coffee and took a deep breath. I was already thirteen weeks pregnant, but I was still having morning sickness like nobody’s business. Why they called it
morning
sickness, I’ll never know. Usually every morning about 2 a.m. my head was far into the toilet wishing I could just go back to sleep. It was awful, but I knew it would all be worth it in the end.

I was meeting Kennedy for lunch, but had to run some errands beforehand. I took a shower, then blow dried my hair, trying to add a little volume to it. I dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a bright pink shirt. was I got ready before I grabbed my purse and keys and headed out the door. I jumped in my Mercedes and backed out of the driveway before pressing down on the gas pedal and taking off.

 
I pulled up to a little Mexican restaurant, parking right next to Kennedy’s car. I walked inside after locking my car. A smiling hostess greeted me with a friendly hello.

“I’m looking for my friend Kennedy. Tall, blonde hair…”

“Oh yes. Right this way.” I followed her to a small table towards the back of the restaurant. Kennedy jumped up and pulled me in for a tight hug.

“Hey!” she squealed in my ear, making me squint my eyes at the loudness and closeness of her voice.

“Hey, Ken.” She let go, and I took my seat across from her.

“Can I get you something to drink?” the hostess asked me.

“Water, please.”

“So how’s baby doing?” Kennedy asked me as the hostess walked away.

“Well, besides puking every morning, all good.”

“Yuck, that’s gross.” She made a face as she took a drink of her margarita. Drinking at noon.
That’s my Kennedy!

“How are you and Ayden?” I wanted details…juicy details.

“Good. Fantastic!” She tried to hide a smile, but I knew better.

“And…”

“And what?”

“And…how much are you in love with him?”

“Oh, stop it, Jennifer.”

Wait…

“Okay, it’s amazing! I love him. He told me he loved me for the first time last night.”

“What?” I squealed. “Did you say it back?”

“Yes! Of course! I’ve loved him for a while. I was just always scared to say it, so I’m glad it’s all out on the table.”

“Good.” I smiled at her as I took a drink through my straw of my water.

We ordered our food, then ate lunch, making small talk. Kennedy insisted on paying for my lunch, and we stood to our feet. She gave me a big hug before we went our separate ways. I already missed the crap out of her.

Once I got home, Stefan was out front in his car waiting for me. I climbed into his Mercedes and leaned over, giving him a long, passionate kiss.

“Well, hello, baby,” he said as I buckled my seat belt. “I missed you. Where were you?” Crap! I’d forgotten to tell him about lunch with Kennedy.

“Oh, I went to lunch with Kennedy. I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you.”

“It’s okay. You have fun?”

“Yes. It was nice seeing her.”

Once we got to the doctors, we went didn’t wait long before being called to the back. After getting my weight and blood pressure checked, I laid down on the table in the exam room. Stefan stood by me like last time and held my hand.

“How is everything going?” Dr. Morgan asked as she set the sonogram machine up.

“Is it normal for her to be throwing up almost every morning?” Stefan asked, surprising me. Maybe he really was worried about me.

“Yes, most women go through morning sickness. It can last from one trimester to the whole pregnancy. Try some saltine crackers and Sprite. That seems to help. Other than that, just stay hydrated.”

She lifted my shirt, exposing my belly, and sprayed a little of that colder than Antarctica gel on my belly. When she put the wand on my stomach, the first thing we heard was Bean’s heartbeat. Tears immediately came to my eyes. My little Bean was still there.

Stefan’s eyes were glued to the sonogram machine. After a moment, Bean was front and center on the screen. Dr. Morgan pointed out the head and body, showing me it was a profile shot. You could see Bean’s head and body, and a little hole where his, or,
her
heart beat very fast.

Bean had grown so much since the last time I saw her, or
him
, and I was so happy.

“Well, your baby looks very healthy so far.” Dr. Morgan smiled at us as she started measuring Bean. I squeezed Stefan’s hand, and he leaned down to give me a soft kiss.

“When will we be able to find out the sex of the baby?” I asked.

“As long as your baby cooperates, we should be able to see at your next appointment.”

 
As Dr. Morgan began cleaning up the gel on my belly and printing off some pictures for us, I got the giggles. Stefan looked at me like I had just landed on a spaceship from outer space. Unfortunately, envisioning this only fueled the fire. Dr. Morgan handed us our checkout sheet as we made our way to the desk. I tried my best to say goodbye, but the giggles stopped me from forming any complete sentences. Stefan handed the paper to the lady behind the counter and scheduled our next appointment.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a serious look on his face as we walked out the doors.

“I…don’t…ha! I…really…” I gave up.

Stefan opened up my car door, allowing me to climb into his Mercedes. He shut the door and climbed into his side. As he drove out of the parking lot, my giggling finally calmed down a little.

“You’re nervous, baby, and I understand. Giggling…odd way of dealing with it, but that’s fine.” Stefan squeezed my hand and smiled at me.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me. I’ve never done that before.”

“It was cute.” He kissed the back of my hand.

“Cute is the last word I was thinking of.” I laughed.

We pulled into the driveway, and Stefan shut off the car,. He turned to look at me, pushing a strand of hair back behind my ear and kissing my jaw line, moving his hand down and massaging my breast. He got out of the car and opened my door, cradling me against his chest as he began walking to the front door.

 
“Now, where were we?” he asked, kissing my neck and moving up to my jaw. I held my breath, wet between my legs with anticipation. He took his other hand and blazed a small trail with his fingertips up my other arm, ending with his hand tangled in my hair. I moaned as he gripped my hair and pulled my head back, giving him more access to my neck.

He kissed the bottom of my neck and slowly moved up to my chin, pausing before kissing my lips. I opened my eyes and locked eyes instantly with him, flames burning with passion and desire…and love.

Stefan quickly leaned in and our lips locked, never parting. A small cry escaped my mouth as he gently tugged on my nipples. I never wanted him to stop.

“Fuck,” he moaned into my mouth and quickly slammed my body into the couch. He was now lying on top of me, sliding off my shirt and bra, exposing my bare chest. He leaned down and began teasing my nipples, licking them, biting them, blowing on them. He trailed kisses down my stomach, stopping on the edge of my yoga pants. I was breathing heavily, waiting for him to tear my pants off and make me scream his name over and over. He peeled off my pants and spread my legs, propping them over his shoulders.

There is nothing more beautiful than when a man was…

“Oh God!” I cried out as his tongue slipped inside me. My body arched as I screamed out with pleasure.

He used his finger to circle my clit. “You taste amazing.” He moaned into my body, and I screamed his name as I fell apart on his mouth, letting him own me, possess me.

He leaned up, positioning my legs underneath him and took off his shirt and pants, leaving him beautifully naked as he climbed back on top of me. I instantly wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails into his back as he leaned down and began kissing me, letting me taste my arousal. He pushed himself deep inside me, and I screamed his name again as my body bucked underneath his.

Our breathing was heavy as we began to kiss again. He thrust into me, causing the pain and pleasure to intertwine into something…beautiful…perfection. That’s what we were when our bodies were connected. Perfectly beautiful.

He thrust hard as I bit down on his shoulder, harder than I expected.

“Oh, bad girl.”

He was instantly to his feet, my legs wrapped around his torso and my arms tightly wound around his neck. He was still inside, never leaving me.

“Fuck me, hard,” I whispered into his mouth as he walked toward the bedroom. I wanted him so bad. Even with him inside me, I was still aching.

He growled as he pulled back and looked at me. With one quick motion, he set me down on my feet, making our bodies become two again. He put his hands on either side of my jaw and kissed me, softly…passionately…exactly the opposite of what I asked for. I fell to my knees and took him in my mouth, letting my tongue slide around his length…sucking hard. I let go and looked up at him. His eyes dark with passion, he picked me up and slammed my body against the wall, causing a picture frame to fall and shatter on the floor. He picked me up again, letting me wrap myself around his torso as he pushed his cock inside of me.

“Your desk…” I whispered.

A devilish smile crept across his beautiful, gorgeous, luscious, kissable…

I slammed my lips back to his as he carried me into his office, using his arm to push everything off onto the floor.

Very original.

As I heard everything crash around us, he slammed my body onto his desk and began thrusting into me, wildly. I cried and screamed, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t pleased.

I anchored my fingers into his biceps, trying to remember to breathe.

“Give it to me, baby,” he said as I fell apart on him. He continued to move faster, deeper inside of me.

Once I’d calmed…, he picked me back up and carried me to our bedroom, slamming me on every wall on the way to our bed. My back was going to be black and blue, and his shoulder had my bite etched into his skin…battle scars. Beautiful battle scars.