Epilogue Chicken and Nuggets
CHRIS
“Honey, I’m home.”
We had been married for almost four months, and I hadn’t gotten tired of saying that yet.
“Trix, where are you?”
“In the bathroom,” I heard her call from the back of the house.
“Okay, food’s on the counter. I’m just going to run upstairs and change.”
Trixie had asked if I could pick up a chik’room sandwich from our favorite local food truck, but the line had been long and the August sun in Colorado was enough to make a Kingman sweat.
When I came downstairs, I found that Trixie had set up our food at the kitchen island and was making her happy little eating noises as she inhaled huge bites of her sandwich. I took a large bite of my own and almost spit it back out.
This wasn’t chicken. This was the fried mushroom masquerading as chicken that Trixie ordered, which meant she was eating...
“Uh, Trix?”
She looked up at me with eyes like a deer caught in high beams, her yummy food dance coming to an abrupt stop.
“Don’t panic, but I think that maybe you might be eating the wrong sandwich.”
And with that, she immediately burst into tears.
I dropped the not-meat back onto my plate and rushed to hold her.
“It’s okay, honey. You’re still a vegan. Don’t cry.”
“Don’t tell Luke,” she managed in between her sobs. “Please.”
I was literally chewing my tongue not to laugh. “It’s okay, I won’t tell your rooster you accidentally ate his cousin.”
“It’s not funny, Chris,” she cried indignantly, slapping my chest. “Because it wasn’t an accident.”
Now I was confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I unwrapped your sandwich, and it just smelled amazing. I thought I could maybe just have a nibble. But it tasted so good, and the sauce was so rich and creamy. I was hoping maybe you wouldn’t notice the switch...”
“Trix, I love you, and you can have my sandwich if you want. But I’m never going to mistake a mushroom for chicken.”
“Yeah, I probably should have thought that through a little more,” she said as she wiped her eyes with a paper napkin from the takeout order.
There was more going on here and I was getting to the bottom of it right the fuck now. “I’ve got to ask, though. I’ve seen you eat an apple for dinner at your aunt’s house rather than eat real cheese in her lasagna. What inspired this... uh, food preference change?”
“It’s your fault,” she cried out and took another very big bite of the chicken sandwich.
“My fault?” I held back the laugh, because telling her how cute she was when she freaked out over veganism was a death knell. “How is this my fault?”
“Because... because...” took another bite, chewed and swallowed, as more tears streamed down her face. But these ones weren’t the same freaking out ones from before. “You put a carnivore inside of me, and it craves the taste of flesh!”
Uh, what?
My slow boy brain took a few moments to process what she was saying.
I mean, sure, I was a total beast in the bedroom, I was a Kingman, after all.
But Trixie and I had been having sex anywhere and everywhere we could for the last year, and it never made her want to eat meat before. Why would that change now unless...
Unless...
Oh. My. Touchdown. Jesus.
I felt like I was dropped into the final quarter of the Big Bowl and we were fourth and goal with two seconds left on the clock. Blood rushed through my body, and I could hear my own heartbeat.
“Trixie, are you saying that you’re... are you?” I could barely get out the words.
“I’m pregnant.”
She took a test out of the pocket of her dress and handed it to me. The most beautiful two blue lines I had ever seen stared up at me. The lines went out of focus and hazy, until Trixie wiped her thumbs under my eyes, wiping away the leaks of joy spilling out of me.
I put the test down on the counter and grabbed her face, kissing her for all I was worth.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I whispered as I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her neck.
I fell to my knees and kissed along her stomach. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I don’t think the baby can hear you yet,” she chuckled at me and ran her fingers through my hair.
I looked up at her, my cheeks still wet with fresh tears. “I am so happy. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
She stroked her fingers through my hair, and gave me the most beautiful dreamy smile. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a mom.”
A flood of images rushed into my brain. Trixie pregnant and rubbing her belly. Burying my face in her full tits. Me between Trixie’s thighs, her stomach rising like the moon in front of me.
It had me a little lightheaded.
I stood up and grabbed her ass, lifting her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the living room and gently laid her down on our oversized sofa, then started unfastening her dress, trying not to frantically pop the buttons off the bookish dress that I knew was one of her favorites.
“What are you doing?” she laughed as she knocked my hands out of the way to help.
I moved to the bottom of the dress and started working my way up. “I need to see all of you right now,” I said, kissing her inner thigh as I worked.
Eventually we met in the middle, and I peeled back both sides of her dress to reveal one of her fancy open-in-the-front bras. Yay. I popped that open and revealed my two most favorite breasts in the world.
I kissed and licked each of them, and got caught up in picturing them growing as the months went on—nipples darkening, filling with milk. My hard-on was threatening to rip through the thin basketball shorts I had thrown on.
I continued kissing my way down her body, stopping to give her soft, sexy belly extra attention before dragging her panties off and burying my face in her core. It might have been my imagination, but she even tasted sweeter here.
I plunged my tongue inside her, and she grabbed onto my ears, steering me like I was her own personal toy while grinding on my face.
I alternated tongue-fucking her with long strokes that worked my way up to her clit.
When I finally reached her sweet spot, I sucked it into my mouth, holding it there while flicking it with my tongue just the way I knew she liked.
Above me, she writhed around, crying out, “God yes, Chris. Just like that. Keep going, please.”
I plunged two fingers into her soaked pussy, curling them just right as I continued to work her with my mouth. Her words dissolved into high-pitched moans and gasps for air.
She tightened around my fingers before exploding into an absolute flood that drenched my hand and wrist. I looked up into her sated, flushed face and gently withdrew my fingers and licked them clean.
My clothes hit the floor before I sat down on the couch and pulled her onto my lap. Trixie pushed up against my chest, licking my lips to capture her own flavor before kissing me deeply. My girl understood the assignment and slid her hips back and forth, bathing my hard cock with her soaked pussy.
“Trix, please. Let me in,” I begged.
She tilted her hips just enough to notch my head inside of her and rotated those lush hips in circles, teasing me. I was desperate to get fully inside of her, panting. But she just kept me on the edge, swirling herself around me like she was swaying to the Siren’s Den stripper music.
“Please, please, please.” I was going to lose my mind.
Just when I couldn’t take another second, she pressed down and took me in fully. I closed my eyes in bliss. It was like coming home again. Every single time.
I pulled her in closer, tugging at the remains of her clothes and tossing them onto the floor. Then I planted my feet and began to thrust up into my wife.
I watched her head fall back, the long line of her throat exposed for me to suck on. “I can’t believe I put a baby inside of you.”
“I know. I can hardly believe it either,” she sighed as she rode me like the queen she was.
“There is going to be a piece of me inside of you for nine months,” I gritted the words out as I kept thrusting up into her, my pace going uneven as I inched closer to coming. “The thought of that makes me so fucking hard.”
“You keep making love to me like this, and I’ll let you do it again.”
“Fuck. Fuck, Trix. You can’t say shit like that to me.” I drove my cock into her even deeper.
“Why’s that, Kingman? You want to keep me barefoot and pregnant? Knocked up and full of you all the time?” She taunted as she ground down on me, giving as good as she was getting. “You want me full of your cum till it’s dripping out of me. Full of your babies all the time.”
That was all it took. As I felt my balls tighten up with my inevitable explosion, I reached down to rub her clit to make sure she was coming with me. She burst around me as I finally tipped over the edge and poured myself into her.
Trixie collapsed, her languid body draped over me like the world’s best blanket. We lay there together catching our breath. I lifted her hair off her neck so she could cool off and kissed her head.
“When do you think Baby Dracula will be here?”
Trixie laughed, and I could feel it from both the inside and out since I was still buried inside of her. “Oh my God, please don’t call our baby that.”
“We could go full Twilight. Combine our moms’ names. Rebecpril.”
“Apecca,” she giggled.
“What if it’s a boy?”
“Jesdger. Obviously.”
“I don’t know, I think Bridgsse has a nice ring to it.”
“I can’t.” She smiled and kissed my chest.
We lay there together on the couch, letting the moment hold us.
“I want to scream it from the front lawn,” she said quietly, “but I also want to keep it to ourselves for now. Just until we know everything is okay.”
I knew my girl. As happy as she was, she was nervous too. My Trixie loved to skip ahead to the happy ending, and there were so many things that could happen outside our control at the beginning.
“I think that’s okay. Ev and Penny just spilled the news about their little bean—I don’t want to steal their thunder.
Maybe we can tell just our parents and save the siblings and friends for when things are a little more settled.
Besides, I kind of like having it just be for us for now. It’s like the best secret ever.”
She looked up into my eyes. “It is, isn’t it? Chris Kingman, you’re going to be the best dad ever.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Trixie Kingman, you’re going to be the best mom. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you. I am so stinking happy right now.”
“Me too.” She sighed contentedly. “I wonder how Luke is going to handle being a big brother.”
Ha. “Don’t give that featherbrain any ideas. His ego doesn’t need to get any bigger.”
“That’s probably true.” She fixed me with her most seductive look. “Hey, Chris? Do you think that maybe I could finish your sandwich?”
“Have you been thinking about that sandwich the whole time?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m going to have to up my game if I need to compete against poultry for the next nine months,” I said as we separated and looked for our clothes.
“Can’t I think about both?”
“I guess. Yes, Chickadee, you and the Nugget can have my sandwich.” I laughed.
“The Nugget. I like that.” She shimmied back into her dress like a robe and wrapped her arms around me. “Thanks for giving up your lunch for us.”
I kissed the top of her head. “I’ll give you both anything, Trix. Everything.”
“Would you mind giving me your meat for the next nine months, so I don’t feel so awful about feeding your vampire child in my belly?”
Oh, God. The things we do for love.