34. Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Maisie
T he last few months had been an absolute whirlwind, to say that they'd been filled with drama would be a massive understatement.
First of all, Mav had to postpone his trip. Something had happened at the gym and he had to stay there for a while to get things figured out, his best mate Miles was supposed to be taking over so that Mav could come down here but he was no longer able to do that, at least not at the time.
Sophie and Hugh had been through the absolute ringer, first Sophie was trapped in a damn fire at Trudie's! It pretty much burnt down to the ground with Sophie stuck inside, thankfully Hugh managed to save her and she was relatively unharmed. It was terrifying and poor Hugh, he'd been through enough loss and stress to last him a lifetime. The only good thing about the fire, if there can be a good thing of course, is that almost losing Sophie had given Hugh the little push he needed to admit his feelings. The fire and the fact that our Grace had left him a letter telling him that it was okay. If she hadn't, I truly believe that he would have never been truly at peace.
Not only did Trudie's burn down and then get rebuilt again, but it was gifted to Sophie who had then made her dream to own a bakery bookshop a reality. Letter's To Grace opened last weekend, the entire town came out to support our Soph and it's been a huge success ever since. We all pitched in and helped, luckily there are a whole bunch of us so we were able to get the renovation completed within a couple of months.
Sophie also dropped the bombshell that she's pregnant too. Only a few weeks along but I couldn't be happier for her, after all the shit and heartbreak she's been through in her life, that woman deserves happiness more than most.
As for Ace and Lily, that's still a big no no. They're not talking, but it's not quite so hostile being around them anymore. Things have settled enough for them to be in the same room together, I've caught the little glances between them now and then though. Not love, but longing, for the friendship they'd once had. I can only hope they manage to rebuild whatever they can.
Ryan and Freya are getting married soon, they're planning a big church wedding as Ryan's family are somewhat religious, it doesn't seem particularly like what Fifi and Ryan might want but I'm trying my hardest not to stick my nose in and interfere with that one, I have enough going on to be taking on other peoples stress.
My Mack, well he's just amazing as always. Since my diagnosis he's been even more caring if that's even possible, on the days that I'm feeling unwell he washes me, dresses me, even feeds me sometimes. He definitely takes things a little too far but who am I to stop him? Caring for me is that mans love language, caring for our baby girl is that mans love language. We found out we're having a little girl, we already have her name picked out. Mack is hoping for a little girl with bright red curls and a little freckled face, I hope for her sake she doesn't inherit the hair, it's a bloody nightmare.
Maverick is arriving later on today after such a long time coming, it feels like an eternity that I've been waiting for him to come down, in reality it's only been a few months. I'm ready though, I'm ready to introduce him to our crazy family. We speak everyday, sometimes on the phone, sometimes only by text. But I feel like I've known him all my life, we just click, as though our souls have always known we are family.
I'm currently getting the guest room ready for him, it'll be weird not to be knocking about this big old house just the two of us anymore. In a few short months, we'll be bringing our baby girl home here. Mack's already started her nursery, her name displayed on the wall. He's been doing more and more of his woodwork lately, he got a bigger taste for it when helping Sophie by creating a few pieces for the bookshop. Since then he's built our baby bookshelves, a wardrobe and a beautiful wooden plaque displaying her name on the wall. They're all stunning pieces and creating them seems to quiet his anxious mind a little.
He's come a long way since the boy I met all those years ago, but the anxiety will always live inside of him, it's a part of him now but he's definitely learned how to quiet those demons in his head. It's been a long time since we've dealt with a panic attack. Some days he's quiet, contemplative. But on those days I just shower him with extra love and give him time to process. My Mack is strong and I'll always have his back, the same way he has mine.
Over the months, we've been slowly working our way through our 'Rumpy Pumpy List', admittedly it's taken longer than I'd like with all the drama we've been dealing with recently but there's one thing that has been in the back of my mind for a very long time, admittedly it's slightly cringe and we may have to scrub ourselves clean for hours afterwards but I'm determined to have a go in the nosh wagon before baby M arrives. With a devious skip in my step, I descend the stairs where I find Ace and Mack sitting on the sofa, open beers on the table. They're watching some action film on the telly, well they were. Ace is snoring his head off on Mack's shoulder, he's much more of a rom com kind of guy. Mack's eyes move to mine as I enter the room, his eyes sweep my body from head to toe, landing and staying on my swollen belly. A serene smile on his face.
I motion for him to follow me then watch in amusement as he attempts to detangle himself from Ace, I hadn't noticed the arm thrown across Mack's waist or the leg tangled with his. They were proper snuggling, how cute. Mack finally makes his way over and I can't hold back my snicker of amusement.
"Don't even ask." Mack says with an eyeroll. I wasn't going to ask, Ace is a snuggler, it doesn't matter who it is, if you're sat next to him you're getting the snuggle of your life.
"You have that look in your eye," he narrowed his eyes at me with a smirk, "What are you up to Mrs Richards?"
It had been a couple of weeks since we'd been able to make love properly, or fuck hard the way we liked to. I'd been having a fibro flare up and could barely find the energy to move, let alone ride my husband the way I was craving. But the flare up had passed and I was feeling the best I'd felt in weeks, time to take advantage of that small reprieve.
I led him out the front door and stopped in front of Ace's car, aka the nosh wagon.
"Nope, nuh uh, not happening. Do you want to catch something by going in that thing?" Mack made to pull away, until I moved in front of him and gave him the puppy dog eyes that made his resolve crumble every single time.
"Come on baby, we need to tick it off the list before the baby comes. Please." I whined, he liked it when I begged. I moved my hands down his chest and across his lower abdomen, causing a shiver to sweep across his body. He liked that too. It wasn't long before his bulge was straining in his jeans and his resolve began to weaken. He placed a hand in my hair, grabbing hard at the root as he pulled my head back and slammed his lips to mine.
Just a week ago, that move would have caused me agony. Mack had been reluctant to be rough with me but I'd managed to talk him into being completely natural and normal with me when I was well, I didn't want to miss out on that dominant side of his.
He walked me backwards until I was pressed up against the side of Ace's car, moving his big hands from my hair down to my arse, where he must have sensed the car keys were. He pressed the button, the car unlocked and I didn't hang about as I opened the door and climbed inside. Mack could change his mind at any time, I needed to get him to the point of no return.
If I'm being honest, the nosh wagon also cringes me out, it has a reputation and that reputation doesn't sound …. sanitary. However what I don't expect when I climb into the back seat is a pleasant, fresh smell. The chairs are pristine, there are even pull down shades on the back windows. Mack and I both settle onto the back seat and take in our surroundings in complete silence, this is not what I was expecting.
There is a basket on the floor containing all manner of lovely things; chap stick, fresh handtowels, condoms, baby wipes. It also contains some scary looking stuff … butt plugs still sealed and brand new, lubes, some sort of bumpy looking stick. I let out a shiver as I imagine where that's supposed to go.
There's even snacks and bottles of water, it's like a pop in shop for the sexually active.
"Well shit," Mack says, "It's pretty nice in here." He pulls me onto his lap and gets straight to work on my t-shirt and bra. Since becoming pregnant, my boobs are ginormous and my husband cannot get enough of them. They are pebbled and in his mouth within seconds, causing me to writhe on his lap.
"We need to be quick baby so we don't get caught." I manage to pull down the shades just in time for Mack to let his hard dick spring free, weeping for me already. My shorts are pulled to the side as I hover above him, but just as I'm about to lower myself onto my husbands waiting dick an idea pops into my head and I sense this may be the perfect opportunity. Some other things have been left untouched on our little list, Mack obviously pretending they didn't exist.
I pull back just in time to tell him,
"Lay me down baby, I want you above me."
He complies obviously, as well as he can. He's a 6'5 giant and we are attempting to have sex in the back of a car and I'm pregnant with a belly the size of a football. But, I'm on my back and he's above me in the next second, settling between my legs and swiping his hard length through my wetness. I grab my phone and stand it up inside the little basket on the floor, the angle won't be great but it's the thought that counts right? I set it to record, that smirk back on Mack's face as he takes in the set up.
"You ready for me little flame?" he asks, his voice soft and sensual, reducing me to a puddle beneath him.
"Always." I pull him with both hands on his arse, moving him closer until he breaches my entrance and sinks to the hilt.
Mack makes love to me slowly, savouring every touch and caress, kissing and nipping every slither of available skin. He's so preoccupied worshipping my body that he doesn't notice me reaching down to that scary little basket and swiping a couple of items. He doesn't notice until I sweep my hands down his body, with one body part in particular in my sights. I start by squeezing and massaging his arse, which is clenching as he pounds into me.
"Relax baby." I tell him, he does. He seems to know what's coming, or part of what's coming. It's definitely not the first time I've stuck my fingers in my husbands arse, but he definitely wouldn't admit to liking it.
Within seconds, two fingers are covered in lube and I'm working my way down his crease and settling my fingers in his most private place, in one swift sweep.
"Fuck Maisie, warn a guy will ya." He tries to say it firmly, but can't help the groan that leaves his throat as I sweep across his prostate, his dick turns to steel inside me as he continues moving the best he can.
"Do you trust me Muscles?"
He lifts his head from my chest and looks at me then, taking note of the mischievous glint in my eye and then seems to notice what I have in my hand. He doesn't even fight it, he knows he won't win. He just rests his head back on my chest and relaxes further in my arms, I'm taking that as a 'Yes I trust you wife, please stick the sparkly butt plug up my arse'.
And that's what I do. I cover it in lube and remove my fingers at the same time I push it deep inside him. He tenses above me, but from the way his dick grows impossibly harder I'd suspect that it feels bloody fantastic.
He continues to move inside me, no longer sweet and slow but frantic pounding as he grunts and groans above me. My body begins to tighten as I feel my impending orgasm begin to sweep through my body, my pussy clenches around his cock and I know he's close too, which is why I reach around him and press that tiny button on the top of the butt plug.
I can feel the strong vibrations from his body, they're seeping into mine just as I crest the hill and free fall into pure bliss, my head is thrown back, my eyes slamming closed as Mack blows like a god damn volcano. He roars his release, warmth flooding my body as he rides his wave in what I already know is the most intense orgasm of his life.
I reach around, turning off the butt plug when he begins to tremble. I hold him close in my arms as he desperately tries to catch his breath.
Then it all happens in slow motion …
Knock knock knock.
The door handle creaks.
Fresh air hits us at the same time a cheeky voice says "You finished yet?"
Mack and I both shout at the same time "SHUT THE DOOR!"
"Woopsie …" a long pause, "There's fresh towels in the basket if you'd like to clean up," Ace calls through the cracked door, like the goddamn maid.
It takes us a while to put ourselves back together, I removed the butt plug from Mack's arse, which he quickly put in his pocket, for later. Ha, gotcha mister!
When we were again decent, we each climbed from the car to find Ace sitting on the bottom step with a huge grin on his face.
"Had fun did we?" Mack just grunted as he marched past. I took a seat next to Ace, elbowed him in the ribs whilst nodding towards the nosh wagon.
"It's nice in there, good job."
"Thanks." He said with a grin.
Just at that moment a taxi came poodling down the road, coming to a stop at the end of our driveway.
Ace and I both muttered "Wow" when the 6'6 brunette, bearded Viking stepped out of the car and removed his suitcase from the boot.
"Jeez, you' re brother's hot." Ace whispered, before I took off running down the driveway, as fast as a pregnant women could, and threw myself into Maverick's arms.
My brother was here.
"Hi Mav."
"Hi Sis." And just like that, I was complete.
Thank fuck he didn't turn up five minutes earlier.