Moaning hard and loud, Bran thrusts his dick inside over and over until he comes. His cock throbs as his fingertips bruise my skin. Resting his face on my back, I can feel his chest rising and falling as he breathes.
He stands up and pulls a shirt out of his draw and hands it to me. “Here, I know how much you like sleeping in my shirts. You can throw this on and take a nap if you want.”
“Thanks,” I say. Slipping the shirt over my head, I feel something warm trickle down my legs. Looking down, there's a small puddle forming at my feet. “Uh, Bran. . .”
“Yeah?” he asks as he pulls on a pair of gym shorts.
“I think my water broke.”
His trick worked. Rose is finally ready. Our winter sunshine will finally be here.
Tears spring to life as I look up at him. “Our daughter is coming.”
Bran smiles, his eyes glistening with tears of his own. That's when I see it. I see the man he wants to be. A lover, a husband, and now a father.
Branson James is a dream come to life.
And I get to live this dream every single day.