Daniel
I don’t know about you, but I’ve always been a bit clueless when it comes to pregnant women.
Until now.
Mac is five months pregnant and starting to bloom, making her even more beautiful. She’s almost radiant. And with all the books she’s reading, I’m getting a rapid initiation not only into the world of impending parenthood, but the quirks and interesting adaptations that come with any first time pregnancy. I’ve heard about more swollen body parts, birthing techniques, orgasmic births, and things being cut that just shouldn’t be.
Mac complains that she’s getting bigger, making a cute pouty face and telling me that I’ll have to roll her in flour to find the wet spot by the time she’s nine months and the size of a whale, then cries when I laugh at the mental picture she’s conjured up. When I promised to only use the top quality, premium flour, she got angry and sulked for an hour until I kissed her and did other things to beg for forgiveness. Man that was a good night.
She has always been beautiful and sexy. God, that woman has driven me to my knees more than once. Now that we’re together in a way that will last forever if I have anything to say about it, and she’s finally caught up with the fact that we love each other, life has been so much better.
It’s not that Mac has really changed, but she’s not so skittish. She’s centered, anchored, more determined than ever to make this work. I don’t have to watch what I say or do anymore and worry she’ll freak out. I can wrap my arms around her, kiss the shit out of her and tell her I love her without fear that she’s going to run the other way screaming. This is progress. And to be honest, a hell of a lot less stressful than in the past.
She took a while to convince, but in the end the connection we have was too hard for even the stubborn Makenna Lewis to ignore. Our little superhero in waiting did play a big part, but I was close to breaking point by the time Noah congratulated me on the baby I didn’t even know I was having.
Tonight, we’re staying at Mac and Kate’s place since we alternate between my apartment and theirs, not wanting to spend another night apart. The girls subjected me to a birthing video earlier which I had to stop watching because I didn’t want to lose my libido completely—and it was a real possibility if I had to watch another woman pushing out something the size of a watermelon from her vagina. Since I like sex and I really like it with Mac, I decided I could not take one for the team and risk being stuck with a soft on for the foreseeable future.
Once we’re in bed, Mac lies on her back and I press my head to her stomach while I talk to our little superhero—the name kinda stuck. We’ve decided not to find out the sex. Mac says it’s one of the few true surprises in life, and I like the idea of that. With technology becoming so advanced that you can be tracked everywhere, contacted everywhere, find out international events within minutes of them happening, I like the idea that this was the one thing we don’t have to find out. When our baby is born, we’ll be together when we see whether we have a little super hero or heroine.
Will I have a Chicago Bear in the making that I can teach to play ball? Or will I need to go buy a shotgun to keep everyone away from my little princess?
Something I’ve been thinking about for a while now is changing our living arrangements. I’m sick of switching between my place and Mac’s. I want her in my bed, my apartment, my space. I want to be able to say ‘our bed’ and ‘our house’ for once. We’ve spoken about it, and I’ve mentioned the possibility of us buying a house together before the baby is born, but Mac being the woman she is, manages to change the subject every time. Or she feigns heart burn, or the baby kicking.
It’s frustrating but I’m not going to push the issue. I wasn’t lying when I told her I was sick of seeing her walk away, so I just do whatever it takes to never give her a reason to do it again. I can be patient and bide my time, because Mac is worth it.
Now that I have an extremely sated and happy Mac lying beside me, I decide it’s the perfect chance to raise the subject again. “Gorgeous, we need to decide what we’re going to do once the baby arrives,” I say, raising my arm and slowly stroking my hand up and down her naked back.
“Ah, what do you mean? We’ll have to look after it, you know, like most other new parents.”
I chuckle. “You know what I mean. Where are the three of us going to live?”
Her body stills before she lifts her head up, propping her head up on her hands as she looks up at me. “Babe, what do you mean? I’m going to live here with Kate.”
Now I’m pissed off. It takes a lot to annoy me, but being separated from my family will do it every time.
“Mac, that’s not gonna happen. You, me, and the baby will be living together, in the same house, under the same roof. You understand me?” I growl
“Yeah, but...”
“No buts. We’re going to be a family. I love you, you love me. Together, we’re going to raise this baby so that means we need to live in the same fucking house. I know you and Kate are close, and yes, you’ll miss each other, but it’s not like you’re moving to another city or state.”
I pull my hand up, tangling it in her hair before bringing her face closer to mine and pressing my lips to hers. I start softly, deepening the kiss when a moan reverberates in her chest, egging me on. My grip in her hair tightens, and a shudder runs through her body as I suck her tongue into my mouth, my other hand gently massaging her breast. Point understood.
Mac has always been a freak in the sack, but pregnancy has definitely made her hornier and sexier than ever before. I give her another sneaky grope before she pulls back and just looks at me less than an inch away from my face.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, I do. There’s nothing I want more than for you, me and baby to have our own place, our own home. But Kate needs me. She doesn’t have someone like you in her life to lean on. I’m it for her. Her family live out of state now so I’ll constantly be worried that she’s sitting at home alone. I can’t do that to her, Daniel. She’s always been there for me.”
Her face is flushed, and her eyes are glistening with tears. I know this is a touchy subject for her, and I can’t help but smile at her sincerity. “Bubs will not stay inside you forever, you know. In four months’ time, our little boy or girl will make their grand entrance and all I want is for us all to be settled and ready. A baby needs a home. And Kate’s a big girl, and I think she would’ve realized by now that there will be changes in the living arrangements eventually.”
I cup her cheek with my hand, wiping away a lone tear with my thumb. She smiles down at me, brushing her lips softly against mine, then snuggling back down and burrowing her head into my chest.
“And I love you for that.”
“Say it again,” I sleepily murmur against her hair, pulling her in tight against me.
“I love you,” she says as she lightly kisses my collarbone and lays her head down.
“Never gonna get sick of hearing you say that, gorgeous. Three of the best words in the world when they come from you.”
The End
Keep reading for a sneak peek at True Bliss – Book 2 in the Bliss series. It’s Kate’s turn to find her Prince Charming…who will it be?
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