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"Eli and Grace are officially with your brother and his lover. Does this mean I get my lover all to myself for a little while?" Crow asks mischievously as he wraps his arms around my swollen and pregnant belly from behind. Even after all this time, his touch sends butterflies somersaulting through my stomach. His baby also happens to be doing somersaults in there right now as well.
"Well, I was going to catch up on the washing," I tease as I continue to fold Eli's school shirt and place it on top of his pile of clothes.
We've set a list of chores for Eli now that he is a little older - one of which is taking his clean clothes up to his room, and yet I already know that it will end up being me doing it again. He has the most mischievous glint in his eyes every single time when he begins fluttering his lashes and telling me how tired he is, so of course he can't do it. I am the sucker that gives in nearly every time though.
"Have you seen yourself? All I have to do is look at you and I'm practically covering the place in cum, it won't take long," he whines mockingly as his hands begin to caress my breasts rhythmically.
"I suppose I can take a five-minute break," I tease with a smile as I turn and wrap my arms around the back of his neck and press light kisses along his stubbled jaw.
"Nuh uh," he says as he pulls back and wags his finger at me with a smile.
Shit, he's so beautiful. He's aged and grown more handsome over the years.
"If you start touching me, I'm not even gonna get inside of you before my load busts everywhere like some horny teenager," he says as he pulls me along to the lounge, sits on the sofa, and places me down so that I'm straddling him.
My dress rises enough that it's surrounding my waist, just under my bump.
"You're not wearing any underwear?" He hisses as his fingers find my clit and begin strumming away delicately, igniting a fever pitch of need within me. I always need him, want him, but pregnancy and a bit of a beard on him sets me in a frenzy. Even more so than usual.
"I had a feeling you might want easy access." I smile as I layer my lips along his neck and lift myself up so that he can get his thick cock out of the material currently restricting it.
The head of his cock bumps along my entrance, agonisingly slowly as he pulls the top of my dress down and begins nibbling and nipping at my breasts.
"Oh God, just put it in, Crow." I pant as he chuckles sexily.
"So impatient, princess. Say please," he says as his hand holds his cock just out of reach.
I look down into his hunger filled eyes and beg. Happily.
"Please. Please fuck me, Crow," I beg breathlessly and smile as he grunts and fills me in one swift motion.
He holds my hips and meets my every thrust in his direction as I lift and dip my body over his continuously, loving the feeling of being so full of him. Every time he is inside of me, it makes me feel like I am about to be ripped open. His size is otherworldly and yet I crave nothing more than to be completely and utterly ruined by him.
His roar of desire meets my moans as he ravages my neck with his mouth, my head back to give him access.
"Oh fuck, baby, you're so fucking perfect," he praises me as the pressure within me builds to unimaginable heights.
"I'm gonna fill you and then fuck you again. I can't get enough of you. You make me fucking ravenous." He groans as he grabs the back of my neck and meets me in the middle for an agonisingly slow kiss, the pressure on my neck firing cylinders within me that set my orgasm alight along with his fingers at my core, pressing and squeezing teasingly.
He empties his load in me, his warm cum squirting inside of me as I fall onto him, my head on his shoulder as he strokes my long hair gently.
"I love you so fucking much, Char," he beats out breathlessly in my ear.
"I love you too," I say as the world goes dark for a moment and I feel myself begin to drift off. I love falling asleep with him still inside of me. He's convinced it's why I ended up pregnant so quickly when we finally decided to start trying to conceive.
"Come on, let's go find the kids and your brother and his lover before you fall asleep again," he tells me.
This pregnancy has taken the energy right out of me. I seem to sleep more than breathe at this stage. I'm always falling asleep in the middle of the day, finding Eli or Grace stroking my cheek and shouting for Crow once they notice I'm asleep.
Eli is the sweetest soul. He noticed that I fell asleep last night while watching a film and lay next to me, stroking my hair and pulling a blanket over us both. Grace, being so young, doesn't understand the element of silence that's needed to sleep so she often shouts for her daddy to be quiet and wakes me in the process, but I don't mind. Not in the slightest.
Being able to live and love the life that I have while still dealing with a rendered heartache is the most I could ever wish for.
I pull myself off of Crow, clean myself up in the downstairs bathroom, and rearrange my now creased dress as we leave the front door and head to the meadow where the children are bound to be with Liam’s grave.
We set the kids' play equipment and toys up right next to it, which Gray told me was morbid as hell, but they both love it. Eli knows that Liam is his father. He talks to him daily, even though he calls Crow his dad too. Grace isn't that great at talking yet, but even she babbles along and brings Liam and Eli flowers while they're talking.
It might not be the most conventional dynamic, but I don't want Eli to feel like he didn't get the chance to know his dad even though that's exactly what happened. I want him to know him through us, but I want him to feel like he can talk to him himself anytime he wants to as well.
