Evelyn

Within the next month, I get my affairs in order and I’m ready to move across the country. Again. Third time is the charm, so maybe this would be permanent. God, I hoped so. Zack has been traveling back and forth a lot. He would come and stay with me for a few days, and return to California when he had a band thing or a clothing line thing. He didn’t have to, I understood that flying back and forth, again and again, must have been annoying, but he was willing to do it.
He went to my first doctor’s appointment with me, and he even bought the baby its first onesie – a NOFX onesie he happened so see at the mall one day. He definitely stepped up to the plate; he was great.

Everything was going great, so great.

I was sitting at the coffee shop, waiting on Whitney. My flight was leaving in a few hours and this was the last time I was going to see her, for a while anyways. I bring the coffee to my lips and glanced at the clock on my phone. Late as always, Whit.

“You’re not supposed to be drinking that,” a voice comes from behind. I turn and see Whitney standing behind me, she walks around the table and sits in front of me.

I smile and sit the cup of coffee down. “It’s decaf. You’re late.”

Whitney shrugs. “Well, I must admit, I’m not really stoked about having coffee with you this one last time.”

“It’s not the last time. It’s just the last time for a little while. I’m expecting you in California as soon as I get settled in.” I tell her.

She sighs. “I know, it just sucks, you know? You left in high school, and now you’re leaving again.”

I give her a weak smile. “I know…I have to, though, you know. I want to be with Zack, I want our family to be together and it’s so much easier for me to pick up my life and move than it is for him.”

“I know, I know. I understand.” She tells me. “I’m going to go grab a cup of coffee, do you need anything?” I shake my head and she walks off.

When she comes back we sit and talk nonstop for an hour. An hour full of laughter and tears, I didn’t want to leave her. She was my best friend. Time for me to leave for the airport comes and Whitney has to get back to work. We hug, and say our goodbyes and hug again.

Eventually, we part ways and I head to the airport. I’ve been on a plane dozens of times, but this time it was different. I haven’t felt nervous like this since we moved when I was a teenager. Makes sense, I was leaving one life behind for another. At least when I moved from California back to New York after high school I was running from something, away from heartbreak and the type of person I was.

Plus, I was going back to my life with Zack…that in itself made me nervous. I was terrified we were moving too fast, but Zack was right. I was already pregnant, what more could happen? And, I mean, I loved him. This is what I wanted. I wanted to be with Zack, to love him and for him to love me back. I just never thought I would get it.

The plane lands and I feel giddy inside when I see Zack waiting for my arrival. “Hey, you didn’t have to come get me.”

Zack greets me by pulling me into him and kissing me. “Of course, I came and got you. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I thought you had a meeting with your crew at the clothing line?” I ask as we began walking through the airport.

Zack grabs my hand. “I did. I cut it early so I could be here. I wanted to see you.”

I smile. I was happy Zack made plans to come and get me. It helped settle my nerves a little.
We talked the entire way back to Huntington Beach. Zack said the movers arrived with my stuff earlier that day, and he already had them unloading everything.

“Have you spoken to your mom, yet?” He asks as we pull up to his house.

I shake my head. “No, I haven’t even told her about…well,” I trail off, touching my stomach.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Zack asks. We climb out of his car and make our way to the house.

“No, no. That’s okay. I mean, I’m not worried about telling her or anything. She absolutely loves you.” I peck his lips. “I actually think I’m going to go ahead and head over there now.”

“Okay, well. I made dinner reservations for seven,” Zack told me.

God, I love this. I love things being like this between us again. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Zack shrugs, “I wanted too. Now, go tell your mom our good news.” He hands me his car keys. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I reply, giving him one more kiss before getting back into the car and heading to my mother’s house.

I go through my head of how to break the news to my mom about me and Zack and the pregnancy. I know she will be thrilled, but I also know she will be confused. A lot of people were going to be confused.

My mom answers the door a few seconds after I knock. “Evelyn? What are you doing here?” She pulls me into a hug and squeezes so tight I think she’s trying to break me in half.

“Hey, mom,” I smile as we part. “I have something to talk to you about.”

Her face goes from excited to worried. “Are you okay? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, mom, everything is absolutely fine,” I tell her as we walk inside. I usher her into the living room and motion for her to sit down.

She sits down and I sit down opposite of her. “You’re making me nervous, Evelyn.”

“I’m moving back to California,” I reveal. “Actually, I already did. Today.”

She’s smiling. “Oh, well dear. That is wonderful but what about your job? And Whitney? And that boyfriend of yours?”

I exhale slowly. “Well, I quit my job. Whitney stayed in New York. I miss her but I’ll visit and so will she. And…Jeff and I aren’t together anymore. I’ve actually been dating someone else for about a month or so.”

“And he was okay with you moving across the country so early in your relationship?” She asks me.

I chuckle slightly. Well, here it goes. “Not exactly,” I pause. “Mom, Zack and me…we’re uh…we’re back together.”

“Oh!” Mom crowed, “Oh my goodness! Really? You know, I always thought you two had something special! And you moved back for him! Oh, Evelyn!”

I smile, nodding. I knew she would be thrilled. “That’s not all, mom. There’s more.”
“More?”

“I’m pregnant, momma,” the words slip out easily, even though the only people I’ve told outside of my doctor was Whitney and Zack.

She doesn’t say anything at first and I begin to get nervous. An emotion sweeps across her face, followed by another but I can’t tell which ones. Finally, she says, “You’re pregnant? I’m going to be a grandma?”

I grin, nodding. My eyes start to burn and I realize tears are blurring my vision. “About eight weeks.”

“And Zachary is the father?” She asks me.

“Yes, mom,” I reply. There a small amount of irritation in my voice. Why do people keep thinking I would put myself in the position to get pregnant and not know who the father is? I have only slept with Jeff one time since I started sleeping with Zack again and that was months ago. There was no way this child was his. I know because I did the math just to be sure. This baby was Zack's.

“Well, I'm only asking because you said you and Zachary have only been dating for about a month…and if you're about two months pregnant...” she trails off.

“The baby is Zack's, mom. It's uh…complicated but I'm positive.” I tell her.

She nods. “I'm so happy for you, Evelyn. You and Zachary both. He's such a nice man, he definitely deserves happiness.”

“Yeah,” I agree, “he does.” And I was happy that I was the one to finally give it to him. I wanted this to work, and this time I knew it would. Nothing was going to ruin this. No stupid deal with Matt, no ridiculously judgmental cheerleaders, not me. Zack and I belonged together. We made each other happier than anything else.

I stayed and chatted with my mom for an hour or so before I had to leave. I wanted to shower and have enough time to get ready and maybe even relax before dinner with Zack tonight. Though, I know dinner with Zack was going to be relaxing as well. On the way to Zack’s – I mean, on the way home I couldn't stop smiling. Everything seemed to be falling into place.
I was nervous when I first found out I was pregnant. I was so terrified I was sick to my stomach and it wasn’t because of the morning sickness. I didn’t want to tell Zack, and maybe I wouldn’t have done so if he didn’t show up on my doorstep that day.

I gave him an out, even though every part of me wanted to beg him to stay. When he left that day, I didn’t think he was coming back. I cried and cried and cried. When Whitney came home I told her. I told her everything; I told her about how Zack and I had been sleeping together, that I was pregnant and that he didn’t want to stick around. Imagine my surprise the next morning when I woke to him sleeping next to me. I thought it was a dream.

“Hey, baby,” Zack greets as I enter the house. “Everything go okay?’

I nod, setting down my purse and keys. Zack grabs me as I make my way over to the couch and pulls me onto his lap. “She’s excited. She wants to have us over for dinner this week.”
Zack kisses my shoulder. “Your mother always did love me.”

I laugh, “Very true. I’m pretty sure she loves you more than me.”

“Mm, probably,” he mumbles as he kisses my neck.

“I want to shower before we go to dinner,” I tell him as I stand. I turn back to Zack and he’s looking at me all pouty-like.

“Need some help?” His pout turns into a smirk.

I laugh. “Not unless you want to be late to dinner.” I turn and start heading towards the stairs.

“I don’t mind being late,” he calls as I start to climb the stairs.

I shake my head, grinning. “It wasn’t an invitation.”

I hear Zack groan like an overgrown three-year-old downstairs as I strip down and climb into the shower. I love Zack’s shower. It’s oversized, with a dual showerhead and it had amazing water pressure. I shampooed my hair and took my time rinsing it out, allowing the hard stream of water to penetrate the muscles in my neck and back. I do the same when I condition my hair. I seriously might marry Zack just so I can forever shower in this shower.

I feel a rush of cool air on my backside and turn around to see Zack, completely nude and stepping into the shower. “What are you doing?” I laugh.

“What? You were taking so long, I thought you might need some help!” Zack laughs, stepping up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I grab my loofah. “Nope, almost done.”

“Hmm,” Zack grabs the loofa from me and pumps body wash on it and starts to lather me. “Let me help, you know, I have to take a shower before we go too, might as well do it at the same time. You know, for environmental reasons.” He rubs the loofah gently over my shoulder, down my back, around my waist, down my stomach and towards my…

“Give me that!” I snatch back the loofah with a laugh. I stand on my tiptoes and peck him on the lips before switching places with him. “You have until I finish scrubbing to wash your hair.”

“You’re no fun,” he laughs as he starts shampooing his hair. I watch him as he closes his eyes and backs into the water. The water gently flowed over his body and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. He was so God damn attractive.

Once the soap was washed from Zack’s hair, he opens his eyes and catches me staring. He instantly smirks. “Whatcha looking at?’

I smile. “Times up.” I squeeze between him and the wall to get back to the comfort of the warm water. I begin to rinse off and he turns to me; he pulls my body close to him as he kisses my collarbone and then squeezes my ass.

I stifle a moan as he kisses and nibbles my neck. “You’re going to make us late.” My hands begin to caress his back and sides.

“I think I would rather have you for dinner,” Zack whispers before connecting his mouth to mine. If I wasn’t so turned on, I would have probably laughed but instead, I greedily kissed him back.
Zack’s left hand left my buttcheek and found my breast. I moaned into his mouth as he gently massaged me. My hands found his hips and pulled them into mine. “Let’s take this into the bedroom,” he whispers into my ear.

“Then we will have to take a shower again,” I moan as his hand snakes in between my legs.

“So, then we,” he kisses my collarbone, “will take another shower,” he kisses my jaw, “and do it all over again.” He kisses me and backs me up to the shower wall. He hikes my leg up to his waist and presses against me. “I mean, I would love you fuck you right here, but I would hate for either of us to fall and get hurt,” he whispers into my ear.

At this point, my body is aching for his. “Okay,” I give in.

Zack smiles at me and turns off the water before getting out of the shower. He grabs a towel and turns to me, opening it wide, offering it to me. I smile and step out of the shower and into the towel. Zack wraps it around me and I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply. Zack wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up, I grin against his lips knowing in a few months he won’t be able to. He slowly walks out of the bathroom and into our bedroom and gently lays me on the bed.

Zack crawls on top of me, his hand gliding up my leg to the outside of my thigh. I run my hands through his hair as he kisses my neck, and then the top of my breast that is exposed from the towel still wrapped around me. His lips suddenly find the inside of my thigh and I take a sharp breath as he gently bites me. He chuckles as he brings his lips back to mine. “I love you,” he whispers as he begins to position himself between my legs.

“I love you too,” I reply. Zack smiles before slowly he begins to push into me. Once completely inside me, he pauses and gently brushes his lips against mine before burying his face into my neck.

Zack’s thrusts are slow and gentle but incredibly pleasurable. Slow, love-making was so underrated. Nowadays everyone wanted whips and chains, ball gags and rough sex – which was also great, but sweet, slow, passionate love-making was just…fuck.

Zack squeezes my thigh as I squeeze his ass. A breathy moan escapes me and Zack whispers a curse word in my ear as his pace slightly picks up. Sex like this reminded me of the first time I had sex with Zack. He was so gentle and caring. He was terrified he was going to hurt me.

I feel myself getting close and I lace my fingers with his and squeezed. Zack returns the motion, raises his head from my neck. His green eyes lock with mine and I bite my lip as the orgasm nears. “Zack, oh God, I’m going to…”

Pleasure crashes over me, again and again. I wrap my legs around his waist and seconds later Zack tenses, before muttering something under his breath and I know he too has finished.

Zack collapses on the bed next to me. His breathing is heavy and his eyes are closed. I lay there next to him for a few moments and then, roll onto my side and cuddle next to him by throwing my leg over his waist and laying my head on his chest.

“That was amazing,” I compliment as Zack wraps his arm around me tightly and kisses the top of my head.

“Oh, I definitely agree. I can’t believe I’m going to be able to do that for the rest of my life?” Zack mumbled.

I raise my brow and then look up to him. “The rest of your life?” I repeat. Although, I don’t think I minded. I would definitely be okay with having amazing sex for the rest of my life, with Zack at that. But that meant we would actually have to spend the rest of our lives together…

Hmm. That’s an interesting thought. Zack must have thought so too because he didn’t reply immediately. He shuffles and then kisses my head again. “And look at that, we can still make our dinner reservations. Get dressed, beautiful.”

Notes

Another chapter for you lovelies. I was going to make you wait until next weekend, but there's no point in it! So, here you go! Also, just want to mention that the idea for Evelyn to get pregnant actually came from mibba user RayBans412. Unfortunately, I'm only scratching the surface of her idea but I still wanted to give credit where credit is due!

Thank you for reading! Thanks to kaylakakes, Hollie, C.H.Sullivan, foREVer-A7X, and MeRi for commenting!

Title credit: Panic! at the Disco "Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time"