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Shortly after his parents left, he carried me to his bedroom kissing me the entire way there. I barely had a chance to think before my boots were thrown across the room and all of my clothes were flying off of me.
Will reacquainted himself with every inch of my body starting with my belly. He talked to it, telling the growing baby that he couldn’t wait to meet them. How Daddy was sorry for everything and promised to be the best father ever. And most importantly how he loved us more than anything. He gave me kisses everywhere from the tips of my toes to the space behind my earlobes and gave special attention to my breasts and my aching pussy. Sure, enough he made good on his promise and our first orgasms came from me sitting on his face with his cock in my mouth.
I had barely come down from the orgasm before I was riding him, desperate for the connection that came from him shooting his seed into the place that had brought new life.
“I can’t come again,” I moan out as I feel his fingers rubbing my folds gently.
“Yes, you can,” he mumbles against my breast as he bares his teeth and grazes the sensitive skin. I whimper in response as he bites down gently. “Just give me one more, baby.”
I grab his head pulling him up my body so that we are nose to nose. “You’re trying to kill me, Will.”
“No, just your ability to walk tomorrow.”
I chuckle as his lips find my neck and his cock finds my folds. I feel him draw his tongue across my neck and he groans in response. “Even your sweat tastes sweet.”
He slides through my slightly abused pussy and begins to rock in and out of me gently. “Don’t fall asleep,” he whispers in my ear just as my eyes flutter closed.
“I’m not.” I let my head fall to the side as I feel sleep and my orgasm coming at me at equal speeds letting me know that the tingly feeling shooting through me will lead me right to a peaceful slumber.
“I love you, Charley,” he murmurs in my ear and his words feel like warm honey all over.
“I love—” I start as I feel my orgasm begin to move through me.
“There it is,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me, baby,” he says as I feel like I’m shattering into a million pieces. I scream out his name as he continues to thrust into me chasing his own orgasm. I hear my name leave his lips as they find mine, gently leaving kisses all over my face before he slowly pulls out of me. The last thing I feel before sleep finds me is him spooning me from behind, his hand resting protectively over my belly.
IT’S BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCEWill’s week in rehab, and I have to say that his mood has dramatically improved. Maybe it has something to do with my first trimester turning me into a horny, sex-crazed mess. If Will and I are in the same room, I’m on top of him, my hands down his pants and my lips on his neck. I don’t think I’ve had so much sex in my life, and he seems happy to oblige. Last night, he actually told me he couldn’t go again after three back to back rounds of sex. So, he brought me to a mind-numbing orgasm with his mouth instead. In short, things have been wonderful.
Will and I booked a month long Euro-trip for February and we are unbelievably excited for this adventure—and of course all of the pasta that Italy has to offer. Neither of us studied abroad in college or has done a lot of traveling for the sake of travel and exploration, so it’ll be a new experience for both of us.
I’m about seven weeks along, and the baby is growing perfectly. You would think I’m ready to go into labor, though, with the way Will has been fussing over me. He’s gone with me to every appointment and gotten up with me every time I’ve had morning sickness, and any time I even mention a food item, it’s sitting in front of me before I can blink.And I thought he was attentive to my needs before…
We had an appointment earlier this week, and the second the doctor “gave mom and dad a minute alone,” the tears were sliding down my cheeks as I took in the image on the monitor of the tiny human growing inside of me.
“Wow,” I hear his voice right at my ear as he squeezes my hand gently. “That’s…our baby.”
I turn my head slightly to look at him and his gaze is fixated on the monitor. I wipe the tears from my eyes and I nod. “So tiny,” I say as I press my fingertips to the screen. “I love you so much,” I say, talking to the screen before turning back to the equally emotional father next to me. “And you.” He finally breaks his gaze from the monitor and looks at me, the love and adoration glowing in his eyes.
“You gave me the most precious gift, Charlotte.” He cups my cheeks and brushes his lips against mine. “Thank you.” He kisses me again, his tongue desperately seeking mine as it slides through my lips. I whimper in response as I feel the blood rushing through my veins. I was seconds from asking him if he could climb on top of the bed and have his way with me when the doctor returns.
She chuckles when she sees us break apart and I feel my cheeks get hot in response. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. First kid…I know the drill.” She winks before settling in to tell us all about our baby’s vitals.
I smile as I run my fingers over the small black and white picture and press a kiss to it before sliding it back into my wallet just as I feel Will’s presence. I look up to see him strolling into our bedroom. He sits next to me on our bed and presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“Baby, we have to tell them.”
“Now?” I ask as I think about the “them” in question.
Will had it out with his parents right after the last time they were here when Diana and I both shared our feelings. Will made it clear that I was here to stay and that we wanted nothing more to do with them. Since then, they’d both been calling non-stop wanting to “make amends” with both of us. I’m skeptical, but it appears as though my pregnancy has made Will more forgiving, loving, and accepting. His parents still don’t know about my pregnancy, and he wants to share that with them. Somewhere deep inside I wonder if he’s so anxious to tell them because it’s one thing Will is doing before his brother—grandchildren.
But I suppose that’s a conversation for another time.
“I just think they should know. Trust me, I know how they are, but…they’re trying.” He assures me. I know that they’re tryingnow. I guess, better late than never?
I sigh. “I already agreed to go to dinner at your parents’ house. I just don’t see why we have to tell them about the babynow.”
“You really want to wait? You told your mom,” he says quietly.
“Yes, the difference is my mom actuallylikesme,” I tell him, and Will cocks his head to the side. “We aren’t married…they probably don’t even consider us really engaged, and I can just see your mom insinuating that I trapped you. All while your father is drafting our prenuptial agreement in his head.” I shake my head as I think about the only thing that hasn’t happened this month. I look down at my naked ring finger wondering when Will was planning to give me the ring that I know he has.
