29. Michael
“And you’re sure everyone will have their corsages?” Jonah asks over the phone.
“I’m on it, Jo. Seriously relax.”
“Ok, it’s just that Lillian will freak out if one of them shows up without one of those stupid corsages.”
“I got it,” I assure him.
The door to our brand new apartment swings open and I take Jonah off speaker. It took me and Libby a total of two days to realize if we were going to make this work. We needed a home of our own.
I put a finger up to my lips to signal to Libby to keep quiet. She nods.
We still haven’t told my family that we’re together. Much less that we’re having a baby and decided to move in together.
They’d think we were insane. And right now, we’re not in the mood to be dealing with people’s opinions of us.
But I did tell Jonah and Lillian that I have a plus one to their wedding and I can’t wait for them to meet her.
Lillian was elated. Jonah was skeptical. And one of them told my mom because I got a phone call less than an hour later demanding to know who I was suddenly bringing to my one and only brother’s, one and only wedding.
I told her she’d just have to wait like the rest of the family. Dad was just happy to hear that I was happy.
Libby sets her bags on the dining table and walks up to me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
“Uh-huh, yep. I’m on that too, bro,” I say to another request.
“Okay, oh and one more thing. Just tell us who you’re freaking bringing to the wedding man. Mom is a nervous wreck and it’s been hell having to deal with her anxiety and Lillian’s. Cut me some slack here.”
“Good try. But no, you guys can wait two days.”
“Fine, whatever. Be cryptic. Just make sure she matches the colors. That’s Lil’s only request.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she’s not wearing white to take away from your bride’s big day.”
Libby looks at me with furrowed brows and gives a quick shake of her head. I shrug.
“Listen, Jo. I gotta go, man. I’ll see you Saturday.”
“See you Saturday.”
We hang up. And I slap my phone onto the counter, pulling my girlfriend in for a kiss.
My girlfriend. Mother of my child. My butterfly. I can hardly believe it. She’s here. And she’s mine.
A tiny moan escapes her lips.
“You always taste so good,” I tell her.
“You always smell so good,” she says burying her face into my neck.
“I made you dinner.”
“You did?” She smiles. “Well aren’t you just a domesticated king.” She says lifting the lids on the pots.
“Uh-uh, I swat her hand away. Go sit down. Pregnant mamas get served. Or did you forget?”
A smile lifts on the corner of her lips and I kiss her again.
“Sit,” I say.
“Fine, bossy.”
I serve the homemade spaghetti and meatballs and open the oven to pull out the garlic rolls.
“I made everything except the bread,” I admit, grabbing a plate for myself and walking over to the dining table.
Libby sniffs the air and closes her eyes. “Oh my god is that…”
“Mmhmm, our favorite bread from our first date. I had the chef courier over some rolls and they included the garlic butter.”
Libby reaches for the bread first and rolls her eyes back as she chews. “Wow. It’s heaven,” she says lifting it to eye level to inspect it.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“You spoil me.”
“I’d be an idiot not to. You deserve that and so much more.”
She leans over and kisses me and I taste the lingering butter on her lips.
“Eat up,” I say to her. “You’re going to need your energy.”
She pops another piece of bread into her mouth and says, “Why?”
“You’ll see,” I say, grabbing my own roll and taking a bite.
An hour later we’ve both eaten and showered and she’s screaming out her orgasm. Holding my head in place as I lap her up.
“That tongue of yours, Michael Ferguson. It’s a national treasure,” she says, catching her breath.
I kiss her one more time before sitting her up and sliding her onto my lap on the bed. We sit crosslegged as her slick center welcomes my length, slowly sliding down my shaft until I’m fully seated in her.
A long and soft groan erupts from her throat.
“Mmm, I can’t get enough of you, butterfly.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and rides my cock. The rungs from my Jacob’s ladder creating the friction her body needs with each motion.
“You never told me…” she says.
“What baby?”
“You never told me what made you get these delicious piercings?”
I watch her come undone on me. I drive into her until she’s panting before flipping her onto her back and meeting her thrust for thrust.
Her back arches up on the bed as another release rips through her and I follow her over the edge only a few moments later.
We don’t bother with condoms for obvious reasons. And Libby, being the freak that she is… likes to feel me dripping out of her.
I slide my length out and watch as the evidence of our lovemaking drips out.
I slip some of it back in and kiss her thigh as I do. She shivers.
“You do know I can’t get pregnant again, right?” She says with a smirk.
“If you could, we’d be having a lot of babies,” I smile down at her. I drag myself out of the bed to get her a warm washcloth and clean her up, before sliding back into bed and pulling her to me.
She cuddles up to me. Her ass teasing my already revving to go erection.
“Don’t wiggle like that or I’m going to have to take that pretty ass,” I growl into her ear.
“Tell me about the piercings, Michael.”
I bite her shoulder and she yelps.
“You really want to know?”
She turns to face me. “Oh, god. Please don’t tell me you were a porn star in some past life?”
I laugh, tucking a loose strand of red hair behind her ear.
“No, beautiful. I wasn’t a porn star.”
“Okay, because if I’m being honest… that would explain so much.”
I kiss her and she nips my lip.
“So?”
“Well, I always knew I wanted a wife,” I say. “And once I was married, I wanted to stay married. So I read as much as I could about how to please my woman.”
“And you discovered piercings were a way to please a woman?”
“Yeah. I found out what would make my lover have the most exciting orgasms and landed on this,” I press into her backside.
She presses back.
“Well, I’m really glad you did. You have a very satisfied customer,” she says grinning.
“Do I?”
“Ten out of ten, would recommend,” she nods.
I run my tongue over her neck. And she moans into the pillow under her.
“I can’t handle you making those noises, butterfly.”
“Well stop teasing me, and I’ll stop making them,” she says, flipping me onto my back and straddling me.
I place my hands on her lower abdomen and pull her to me so I can kiss her stomach.
“I can’t wait to see this swell with my child.” I kiss again.
She pushes my hair back. “It’s going to be a while until I actually show. Kesley says maybe even my second trimester.”
“Are you nervous?” I ask.
“About growing a child?”
“About being a parent.”
“Are you?”
I shrug. “I’ve seen it done really well and I’ve seen it done really bad.”
“Me too,” she says.
“Kesley’s parents were… are… parenting goals. Couple goals, really?”
“They love you.”
“Sometimes I wonder why? I was just the sad, lonely girl who befriended one of their daughters.”
“I know exactly why. I would never question why someone would love you.”
A whisper of a smile shows up on her face, only to leave right away.
“You don’t believe that?”
“I want to believe that,” she admits, rolling off of me and stretching her arms above her head.
I turn on my side. My hand gliding up and down her midsection.
“I’ll keep telling you until you do.”
I kiss her belly again.
She lifts my chin up to meet her eyes. “Do you think we’re moving too fast?”
“Do you?”
She shakes her head. “It feels right. I just worry about what other’s might think.”
“I’ve never cared what they think, Libby. I only kept you a secret because that’s what you wanted. I would’ve shouted it from the highest building the first chance I got if you would’ve let me.”
“Somehow I believe that.”
“Good.” I say, resting my head near her hips and watching her breathe until it lulls me to sleep.
I really hope this isn’t just a dream, that I’ll wake up tomorrow and she won’t be next to me.
I hope this is real.