Free Expecting the Playboy's Baby by Sam Crescent

fantasies for one,” he said.
    “Sexual fantasies? Do you mean dressing up as a nurse and being taken by the milkman?”
    He laughed at her clichéd response. “I was thinking of something a little different.”
    “Well, I’m not very good at this. Maybe you need to teach me how to do it properly.”   She squeezed his cock, which was still inside her.
    “I think you’re a fast learner, Jennifer. I look forward to making your every dream come true.”
    He kissed her lips and knew he meant every word he spoke.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
      The days passed quickly, and the press were still trying to find out facts of what was happening. Patrick spent as much time with her as possible. They went away for the weekend to Italy to have some alone time away from the press. He was a playful man, and she loved the way he gave her his attention. He never appeared bored or angry with her. Patrick also demanded that he be present during her doctor appointments. It was too early for an ultrasound, but the next appointment would rectify that problem.
    After they were together for a couple of months, Patrick organised a party. Jennifer was shocked when he told her. She’d felt him slowly pulling away from her, and she didn’t understand. He had been the one to organise everything with regards to her moving in.
    “A party? With other people inside the home?” she asked.
    “Sure. What other kind of parties are there?”
    “I thought you hated parties.”
    He shrugged his shoulders and gave her the details of what to order from the caterers. “They’re my friends. I have them.”
    The party was the first time they’d disagreed on something. On the day of the party Linda came round to help with the details. Patrick had left the day to run some errands. Her friend hugged her the instant she opened the door.
    “I’ve missed you,” Linda said.
    “I’ve missed you, too. It’s not the same without you.”
    “Can I convince you to leave your knight and come live with me?” Linda closed the door. Her suggestion suddenly sounded ideal to Jennifer. “What’s the matter? Is there trouble in paradise?”
    “What? Oh, no, no trouble at all.” She lied. Jennifer walked her friend up the stairs to the guest bedroom. “You’re staying over, right?”
    “Jen, what’s going on?” Linda asked.
    Jennifer sat down on the bed she’d made up for her friend. “I don’t know. Everything was going great. He is great, and I really like him.”
    “But?” Linda sat next to her.
    “Does there have to be a but ?”
    “You’ve listed a few reasons why everything should be working. What has suddenly happened to make you feel it’s not?”
    She sighed staring around the plain room. “It’s stupid.”
    “Jen, you’re pregnant. Tell me what’s going on?”
    She paused for a few minutes to try to collect her thoughts. “It’s this stupid party. He never consulted me, and now he’s acting weird as if I’m some kind of hindrance or something. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the hormones? I never asked him to be with me and the baby.”
    Linda ran her hand down her hair. “I’m always here for you, Jen. Nothing will ever stop that, okay.”
    “I know. I’m pleased you’re here with me. I don’t think I could handle this party on my own.” They sat on the bed talking for several more minutes before Linda put away the few items of clothing she brought with her.
    “I want to show you the nursery.” Jennifer took her hand and led her down to where the nursery was. “I’ve been working on it when Patrick has been out or in the garden.” She opened the door. “What do you think?”
    “Wow, Jen. This place is beautiful. You’ve really done wonders with it.”
    “Patrick knew I was painting the room. I aired it out while I was decorating, and I wore one of those masks they advise for mothers to wear. The yellow is lovely. I figured when we know I can change it or keep it. I’ve got furniture arriving in the next few