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Nikki I…"
    "I see why you did it, I do," she interrupted, stretching up on her tiptoes to brush her lips across his. "Do you get what I'm saying?"
    "Yes, and I'm sorry. You're right."
    Nikki smiled and began to tug the hem of his t-shirt up. "Good, because once I get you stripped down and in bed, I have something else we need to discuss."
    Backing her towards the bed, Grant pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor as Nikki started to work on his pants.
    "Discuss? Hmmm. Well, maybe we should save the discussions for tomorrow." He stepped out of his pants and stripped off the remainder of his clothing. Grabbing the handle of the suitcase he threw it to the floor then picked her up and tossed her to the bed.
    With a half-yelp, half-giggle, Nikki propped herself up onto her elbows and watched him stalking towards her, his dick as hard as granite, anxious to plunge deep into her. Her heart fluttered rapidly in her chest, and her pussy was beginning throb in anticipation of him. She was tempted to wait and discuss the other 'thing' in the morning, but she couldn't keep it to herself any longer.
    Kneeling at the side of the bed, Grant grasped her legs and pulled her to the edge placing her legs over his shoulders. Nikki looked on, aroused and anxious, as he was seconds away from burying his face into her pussy and if that happened, she would end up waiting to tell him the news.
    Quickly, she squirmed out of his grasp and crab walked backwards on the bed a foot or two. A bewildered Grant with hunger-filled grey eyes caught her gaze, but he said nothing.
    Nikki took in a deep breath and decided to just blurt it out. "Grant, I'm pregnant."
    Grant's expression became unreadable and the room became deathly quiet as they looked into each other’s eyes. Nikki crawled black to the edge of the bed and sat up on her knees in front of him, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. She traced the line of his jaw with her index finger and patiently waited for the information to digest, despite the rapid beating of her heart.
    "Grant?"
    A trace of a smile finally touched his lips and she let out a sigh of relief at the sight of it.
    "Pregnant? How? But you're on..."
    Nikki shrugged and gave him a tense smile, "They aren't kidding when they say nothing is one-hundred percent when it comes to birth control I guess."
    Suddenly, Grant pulled her tight against him, causing her to squeal out in surprise.
    "My God, I'm going to be a father," he whispered in her ear, as he held tightly to her; so tight that she was beginning to find it slightly difficult to breathe.
    "Grant... Sweetie... You're...crushing...me," she managed to choke out, but was pleased that he appeared to be so thrilled with the idea.
    An embarrassed flush crept up into his face, something that rarely happened to the cool and collected Grant. "When did you find out?"
    "Well, I…"
    "How far along?"
    "You see…"
    "Why didn't you tell me before? Tell me everything!" Grant sat back on his heels and pulled her down to the floor with him, placing her so she was straddling his lap.
    Laughing, Nikki, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed a light kiss to his lips. As she pulled back from him, she teased, "If you'd give me a minute to answer, I'd tell you."
    She settled herself a little more comfortably on him and in the process, managed to nestle his hard dick between the lips of her pussy and she couldn't contain the soft moan that passed her lips. I wonder if he would be fine discussing the details after... Looking back into his excited eyes, she realized that would be a definite no.
    "I found out a couple of weeks ago. I'm about a month and a half. You were away and I didn't want to tell you on the telephone, so I was planning on telling you after we got home from getting the marriage certificate. But the whole 'married certificate being denied' thing pissed me off, so I didn't."
    "And... what else?" he prompted.
    Standing, Nikki slid back on the bed, positioning