Zero expectations, p.13
Zero Expectations, page 13
“The thought never crossed my mind, baby,” he lied.
Looking into his eyes, I asked, “So, we’re really doing this, right? You’re not still…trying me out, are you?”
“Haven, I was never trying you out,” he replied. “When I approached you, it really had been just to satisfy a mutual need between us. I hadn’t lied about my intentions. I hadn’t been…I hadn’t been looking for more, Haven. I hadn’t been looking for more, but…I can’t tell you how glad I am that it did become more.” His arms tightened around my waist. “I’ve never wanted a woman the way that I want you, baby.”
“I know that we have a lot more to talk about, but I just want you to know something, Roman.”
“What?”
“I fell in love with your kids way before I fell in love with you,” I told him honestly. “No matter what happens between the two of us, my front door is always opened to those two kids.”
“It had better be since we’ll be sharing that same front door soon,” he snorted, and my heart did that swoon thing again.
“How did we go from testing a sleepover to moving in together?”
“When you decided to straddle your pussy over my cock. Plus, now that I know what it feels like to slide inside you bare, moving in just makes sense.”
I choked out a laugh. “Spoken like a true man.”
“Would you rather I lie to you?” he huffed.
“I’d rather we take this discussion to the bedroom since you have two young, innocent, impressionable babies in your house,” I replied with a smirk.
Then, like every swooning fantasy come to life, Roman’s hands found my ass, then held on as he stood up with me wrapped around his body. My arms were circled around his neck, and my legs were locked around his waist like a spider monkey.
Roman’s face was in my neck as he walked us back towards his bedroom, and if I were a stronger woman, I’d argue that it was too soon to be sleeping over. I’d think of the children first and insist on Roman’s original request to take things slowly.
However, I wasn’t a stronger woman.
I was a woman in love with the man carrying her in his arms.
I was a woman in love with this new future that Roman had laid out for me.
Plus, now I had someone to help me train the damn puppies.
When we got to the bedroom, Roman was quick to shut and lock the door behind us. “Can’t be traumatizing the kids,” he muttered against my neck, and that made me smile.
Roman Scott was a good father, and I knew that it was going to take me a long while to wrap my head around the fact that the twins weren’t biologically his. His story was incredible, and if there was undeniable proof of how good of a man Roman Scott was, it was in the smiles of his children; children that had been dumped on his doorstep by a monster that he’d barely known.
“Do you want more children?” I asked as Roman sat down with me still on his lap.
“Never thought about it,” he replied honestly. “However, I’m open to having a few more now.”
Crawling off of Roman’s lap, the man smirked when I slid to my knees. My hands went to unbuckling his pants, and Roman leaned back and let me. While we’d done this before, not with the time that we had now. Usually, it was Roman getting me ready, not the other way around. The few times that I’d had his dick in my mouth, it’d been just a teaser.
Helping me pull his jeans down around his thighs, I wasted no time wrapping my hand around his hard length. I also wasted no time taking the head of his cock in my mouth.
“Fuck, baby…” Roman hissed as I slid him to the back of my throat. “That feels so fucking good, Haven.”
Using his praises to guide me, I worked Roman with my hands and mouth. Opening wide, because Roman was just that thick, I sucked his cock, using my tongue to manipulate those sensitive ridges underneath the head. He tasted like a man was supposed to taste, and I loved that he had a sexy happy trail leading to his gifted size.
Roman’s hands threaded through my hair, and while he wasn’t pushing me down on his cock, he was definitely making sure that I didn’t pull off too soon. For the first time since we started this, I wasn’t going to stop until Roman came in my mouth. I wasn’t going to stop until Roman knew what I felt like whenever he put his lips between my legs.
“Don’t stop, baby…” he grunted, warning me that he was close. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum, Haven.”
Wanting to do this for him, I kept going until Roman’s hands tightened in my hair, the head of his cock testing my gag reflex. This went on for a few more seconds before Roman was finally erupting inside my mouth. I swallowed each drop, licking him clean, treating his cock like my favorite popsicle stick, treating him like my favorite snack.
When I was done, Roman dropped back on the bed, and I wasted no time removing my clothes, getting ready for him. As soon as I began crawling over Roman’s body, he opened his eyes, smirked, then hurriedly removed his shirt for me, and it was definitely for my benefit. I could stare at Roman Scott’s six-pack for hours and not get tired of drooling over it.
Roman’s hands came up to cup my breast, and his palms felt so damn warm. The roughness of them sent a chill down my spine. Roman had man hands, and they felt exquisite against my skin.
“Fuck, I could look at you all day like this, baby,” he groaned. “You look so fucking good when you’re straddling my cock.”
“Good,” I quipped. “Because I like straddling your cock.”
Roman smirked. “We can finally do this on a bed, baby. We can finally do this all night. God, the fucking things that I’m going to do to you.”
“Promises, promises,” I teased.
With that smirk still on his face, he said, “The pillow is going to become your best friend, Haven. Can’t have you waking up the kids.”
I felt Roman already getting hard beneath me. “I’ll do my best, but no promises.”
“Then I’ll let you explain to the kids why you were screaming my name,” he threatened.
Lowering myself across his body, I said, “Spider. Surely, the kids will understand why I’d be screaming.”
“The crazier you are, the harder I seem to fall,” he huffed.
“Then we’ll get along nicely,” I grinned.
“Okay, enough talking, baby,” he said. “Ride my dick like a good girl.”
We spent the rest of the night getting no sleep. We spent the rest of the night with my face in the pillows. We spent the rest of the night with Roman making me cum more times than I could count. We spent the rest of the night falling even more in love with each other.
At least, that’s how I had ended up spending the rest of the night.
Chapter 25
Roman~
Other than having Haven’s delectable body to myself all night long, there’d been another reason for wanting her to spend the night. The mornings in my household were…a lot. In order to make it work, I always got up around six to get my things ready for the day, have a quiet cup of coffee, then take a deep breath of peace before waking the twins up at seven.
Now, once the twins were up, it was bedlam. Well, maybe not bedlam, but it was a busy sonofabitch at our house from seven to eight. I was big on the twins having breakfast and not sugary cereal every damn day. I did my best to whip them up hot breakfasts, though we did own a box of cereal or two. I preferred a hot breakfast or some healthy fruit, but every now and again, cereal won the battle.
At any rate, I wanted Haven to get a true look at what life with me would be like. It was one thing to say that you were all in and even believe it, but it was quite another to see exactly what you were committing yourself to. Though I had no idea what time Haven started work, waking her up at six was probably early for her, considering that she worked from home and some of the outfits that I’d seen her in over the past couple of months.
“Baby,” I said as I kissed Haven’s bare shoulder. “Time to get up.”
“No,” she immediately murmured back, and I had to bite back a smile.
“We got work and school, Haven,” I told her, kissing her soft skin again. I fucking loved kissing her body. I hadn’t been able to get enough of it last night.
The woman jackknifed up on the bed, almost knocking me aside.
“Oh, shit,” she rushed out, holding the sheet to her naked chest. “The twins-”
“Are fine,” I assured her. “They’re still asleep-”
“Oh, thank God,” she sighed. “I can still make my get away.”
I rolled my eyes as I stood up, looking down at her. “If you think that I’m letting you escape now, you’re crazy. You told me that you loved me last night, so that means you’re sticking around to see what a typical morning here looks like.”
Haven’s black hair was a mess all around her face, so she had to let out a pretty deep huff to blow some of it out of her eyes. “Huh?”
“What time do you start work?” I asked, hating that I had to ask such a basic question after all this time.
“Eight,” she answered. “I work eight to five.” Haven eyed me. “With an hour lunch.”
“Oh, I know what time lunch is, baby,” I smirked.
Ignoring me, she asked, “What time is it?”
“Six.”
Her eyes bugged out. “Why in the hell would you wake me up at six in the morning?”
“Because when the twins get up at seven, it’s going to be chaotic around here,” I told her pointedly. “We have only an hour to get our shit ready for the day before life becomes all about them.”
Haven narrowed her eyes at me. “I work from home, Roman,” she stated unnecessarily. “I don’t need to get my shit ready for the day. I just need to shower and brush my teeth. Maybe brush my hair if I’m feeling fancy. All that takes no more than a half an hour.”
I cocked my head, regarding her carefully. “Well, I don’t have that luxury,” I told her. “I have only one hour to get my stuff ready before waking up the twins, then getting them ready for school. I have about fifty minutes to get them ready and make them breakfast before dropping them off at school.”
Haven’s entire frame softened. “Do you have an extra toothbrush?”
I nodded. “Yes, I do.”
The nutty woman straightened her back like she was preparing for war. “Okay, let me take a quick shower, brush my teeth, use your deodorant, then I’ll take the puppies out to pee.”
“Use my deodorant?”
She lifted a brow. “Or you can run across the street and grab some of mine,” she suggested haughtily. “Either way, I’m wearing deodorant, Roman.”
“On the condition that we shower together,” I bargained, and the woman actually blushed.
“Fine,” she sighed. “Twist my arm.”
Exactly one hour later, the puppies were already starting their day, and I was waking up Zach, letting Haven wake up Zoey. When I went to start breakfast, Haven offered to help the kids pick out their clothes and get their backpacks together.
Once we were all in the kitchen, ready for breakfast, Zoey asked, “Are you going to be here every morning to help us get ready for school, Haven?”
“Uhm…”
“Most mornings,” I answered for Haven. “But it’s still your responsibility to get ready for school yourself, Zoey.”
“What she really wants to know is if Justin and Nicodemus are going to keep spending the night,” Zach said, ratting out his sister.
“If I wake up next to a puppy, I’ll always have a good day,” Zoey said. “And Daddy is always telling us that he hopes we have a good day.” Haven rolled her lips in between her teeth to keep from laughing. “But we like having Haven here, too.”
“Uh, thanks,” Haven muttered.
“Is she your girlfriend, Daddy?” Zach asked before stuffing his face with a bit of his waffle.
“Yes, she is,” I answered, my heart in my throat at this moment.
“Oh, good,” Zoey sighed dramatically. “Maybe people will quit asking me where my mommy is now.”
Everything in me froze.
“What, honey?” I asked, having to clear my throat. “What are people asking you?”
“The other kids ask us where our Mommy is,” she said before taking a bite of her own waffle.
“And…and what do you tell them?” I asked, certain that I was about to have a heart attack.
Zoey’s blue eyes shot my way, a frown on her pretty face. “That we don’t need a mommy, “ she answered. “We have a daddy, and daddies are way better than mommies.”
Emotion hit me like a freight train.
“What do we need a mommy for?” Zach asked. “Like…do they do things that you don’t?”
I didn’t know how to answer that.
My skin felt tight with everything that I was feeling, and I felt anxious as fuck.
Luckily, Haven stepped in to save me. “Mommies and daddies help each other take care of their kids,” she said carefully. “They’re like…partners. So…so, let’s say that both of you have a…a doctor’s appointment at the same time-”
“Why would we have a doctor’s appointment at the same time?” Zach asked.
“Well…you wouldn’t, but I’m just saying,” Haven muttered, looking at me for help.
“Oh, okay,” Zach replied simply. “Go on.”
Haven’s lip twitched. “Well, if you both had a doctor’s appointment at the same time, the daddy would take one of you, and the mommy would take the other. They help each other out like that.”
“Well, Daddy does everything, so we don’t need a mommy,” Zoey stated primly.
“No, you…you don’t need one,” I lied, selfishly hoping that she always felt that way.
“But if it makes things easier, Haven can be our mommy in case you mess up when you make our doctor’s appointments,” Zach remarked, and when I looked over at Haven, she was still trying not to laugh at this very emotionally awkward moment with my children.
Zoey flashed her blue eyes Haven’s way. “Does that work for you?”
“Whatever works for you kids and your dad will work for me,” she said, glancing over my way.
Zach and Zoey both looked over at me. “Does that work for you?” they asked in unison, and the part of me that still hated Naomi wanted to say no; that it was too soon.
However, the part of me that loved Haven…
“Whatever makes you guys happy,” I told them honestly. “I just want you guys to be happy.”
Zoey snorted, sticking her fork back into her waffle. “Then why don’t I have a puppy?”
“She’s got you there, Daddy,” Zach remarked.
“Well, now that Haven’s my girlfriend and your…uhm…”
“Appointment Mommy,” Zoey supplied, causing Haven to laugh under her breath.
“Well, now that we have Haven, we have Nic and Tin, too,” I pointed out, my heart feeling like it was going to explode with all the blessings that I never knew I deserved.
Haven must have seen the look on my face, because she quickly stood up from her seat, then walked over to throw her arms around me. “It’ll be okay, Daddy,” she whispered in my ear. “I promise.”
My hands grabbed onto her arms. “I know, baby,” I whispered back,
Looking at my family, I’d never felt so perfectly at peace before, and I would protect this with my life. I would protect it all with my life.
Epilogue
Haven – (One Year Later)~
“It’s not right, Haven,” Roman muttered, and I was really trying hard not to laugh.
“It’s not that big of a deal, Roman,” I said, trying to ease his tension.
“We’re married, Haven,” he said unnecessarily. “And you’re pregnant.”
“I’m well aware,” I replied, still trying to hold in my laugh.
“It’s…it’s ridiculous,” he grumbled, rubbing my feet as he sat on the couch, me laying across it with my feet in his lap.
It had taken Roman only four months to propose to me, but I had insisted on another six months before getting married. However, Roman had nixed that timeline when we’d found out that I was pregnant. With the both of us in our mid-thirties, as soon as we’d had agreed that we’d like one more kid, we’d gotten down to business, not expecting me to get pregnant so quickly.
So, having been married and pregnant for a few months now, Roman was beginning to get irritated with the twins, though I wasn’t bothered by it at all. As far as I was concerned, our family was perfect and only Roman had a problem with how things were going.
“It’s fine, Roman,” I repeated. “In fact, I think it’s cute.”
“It’s not cute,” he argued. “It’s goddamn ridiculous.”
“What’s goddamn ridiculous?” Zoey asked, and both me and Roman winced.
“You can’t be saying that word, Zoey,” Roman chided. “It’s a bad word.”
“Then I think that you should probably set a better example,” Zach said, coming to stand next to his sister, defending Zoey as always.
“What’s ridiculous?” Zoey asked again. “I want to know.”
“That you guys still call Haven your Appointment Mommy,” Roman told her, eyeing both children. “Now that we’re married, it just sounds weird.”
Zach looked over at me. “Do you want to be our real mommy?”
I could feel my eyes begin to water and being pregnant had nothing to do with it. “I would love to be your real mommy,” I told him honestly. “I already think of you and your sister as my real children.”
“Like the one in your stomach?” he asked.
I nodded. “Just like the one in my stomach.”
“How do you become our real mommy?” Zoey asked.
I looked over at Roman, and he was staring at me with the cockiest smirk on his face. The jerk was going to leave this conversation up to me.
Looking back at the twins, I said, “Well, I’d have to petition to adopt you guys. We’d have to go to court, and I’d have to tell a judge why I want to be your real mother. If he believes me, then he’ll let me adopt you and I’ll no longer just be your Appointment Mommy.”
