35. Jamie
35
JAMIE
A positive test result.
Our woman is pregnant.
In nine months or so, we’re going to have a new member of the family.
Then it hits me. We’re going to be adding to our family.
Nine months seems like nothing when I think about how much we’ll have to do. We have to buy a world’s worth of baby stuff and also figure out how to get Avery to agree to move into a larger space with us.
That baby is ours, and I’ll be damned if we let her stay in that tiny little condo when we can more than afford a place that fits everyone comfortably.
“Jamie, are you okay? You look like you’re going to pass out. Do you want some water?” Avery asks.
“How are you so calm about this? Shouldn’t we be the ones bringing you water or fanning you or something like that?”
“I’ve done this before. It’s not as scary when you know what to expect.” She chuckles. “I handled it well enough the first time. I’m more than confident that I can do it again.”
“You amaze me.”
“It’s easy to be amazing when the hardest part is over. Honestly, the thing that was the most stressful part for me was the uncertainty and the anxiety that always comes along with the unknown. Now that I know what’s going on, I can deal with it. It’s been like that for me ever since I was a little girl—the anticipation is always worse than the reality. Besides, it's much easier to feel calm when I have three wonderful men like you at my side.”
“You are one of a kind, Princess.” Wesley smiles. “I’m so glad we found you.”
“I feel the same way about you.”
He pulls her into a kiss, and the sound of her soft moan sends all the blood rushing to my dick.
I know we don’t really have time for all this. We all have work, and Leo is bound to wake up soon, but the urge to touch her is too strong to ignore.
I slip behind her and palm her ass in my hand. She gasps and arches back into me, and I take the opportunity to kiss her neck.
My sole purpose is to please her. There is nothing else I need more in this life than to hear the symphony of sounds we draw from her with every touch.
We ease her pajama bottoms down her legs, and I kiss every inch of newly exposed skin. From the way her body shudders, Wesley must be doing something similar.
Just touching isn’t enough anymore. I drop to my knees, grip her ass hard enough to leave a bruise, and brush my tongue around the rim of her sensitive back hole. She screams out my name.
“This is just the beginning, Princess,” Wesley says huskily. “You’ve given us such a wonderful gift by carrying our baby, so it seems fair that we return the favor.
“I’m going to bury my face in that tight pussy while Jamie tongue fucks your ass until you can’t stand up on your own anymore.”
I can feel her legs shake with pleasure as I continue exploring her ass.
“Hold on to me if you need it.” Phillip murmurs. “I won’t let you fall.”
My cock aches with the need to fuck her, but I refuse to give in until she’s been thoroughly pleased. I need to let her know how much I love her with every thrust of my tongue.
A life without her has never been an option, but I need to let the world know that she’s my whole life.
I need all of creation to know that our odd little family is not just a fling and that we’re bound for life just like traditional couples are.
I need to marry this woman and make her permanently mine more than I need my next breath.
We are a never ending blur of hands and lips and tongues with one goal—make our princess come until she can’t hold herself upright.
We don’t stop until her legs nearly drop out from under her. Even Phillip can’t keep her upright this time.
Since I’m in the best position to do it, I scoop her into my arms and drop her onto the bed.
“How do you want me?”
I groan. “Keep talking like that, Princess, and I’m going to come before I’m even inside you.”
“You’re going to ride me while Jamie fucks your perfect, round ass, which leaves Phillip the privilege of having your lips wrapped around his cock. Would you like that, Love?” Wesley asks.
“Yes.”
“Come here, then.”
I grab the lube from the drawer and coat my finger with it. I love the way she trembles when I ease it into her to get her prepared for me.
My cock twitches as I feel her relax around my fingers.
“You ready for me?”
She releases Phillip’s cock from her full lips with a Pop . “Fuck me, Jamie. I need to feel all of you inside me.”
I resist the urge to thrust inside her hard and fast. The last thing I want to do is sacrifice her comfort for my pleasure. Instead, I coat my dick with lube and ease into her inch by excruciating inch.
Once I’m fully seated inside her, I nearly go cross-eyed from pleasure.
Fuck, she feels incredible.
It’s not long before we reach a rhythm that has us all crying out in pleasure. Our connection feels even stronger now that there’s a little life growing inside her, so I’m unsurprised when the four of us come together.
Unfortunately, the afterglow is very short lived because as soon as we fall back onto the bed, a tiny voice calls out from the baby monitor.
“Ma! Ma! My jammies feel yucky.”
Avery sighs. “I’ll get him.”
“You go clean up. We’ll handle him,” Phillip says.
We’re all so distracted by the post-orgasmic haze that we end up making a laundry list of careless mistakes that culminates in a disaster of a breakfast. Wesley burns his fingers while making pancakes. Avery tried to put the high chair tray into the chair upside down. Phillip keeps dropping his silverware, and I keep missing my mouth with my fork.
As soon as I finish my pancakes, I glance at the clock, hoping to confirm we’re still on schedule despite this morning’s enjoyable deviation from the plan we made last night.
Then I rub my eyes and look at it again.
My family takes note of my horrified expression and follows my anxious gaze.
Any vestige of giddiness and calm vanishes, and now we’re scattering like rats aboard a sinking ship.
“I’ll take Leo to his grandparents’. My first appointment isn’t until ten thirty, so I have the time to spare,” Phillip says.
“My catering job is close to Brookside, so if we leave now, we’ll both be on time. Are you ready to go?”
Avery looks guiltily at him. “I forgot my work bag at home. I’m sorry. We’re going to have to make a stop at my condo.”
“I guess I could?—”
“Don’t worry about it, Wesley. This is a big client for you today. You shouldn’t be late.” My eyes flick over to Avery. “I’ll take you.”
“But it’s out of your way. You’ll be late.”
“Not if we leave now.”
“Phillip, are you sure you’re fine taking Leo?” she asks.
“Of course. It’s the best plan to keep us all on time or as close to it as we can get.” He smiles. “Even if it wasn't, I'd still jump at the chance to hang out with my favorite little guy.”
He holds out his hand for a high-five and Leo doesn’t disappoint.
The loud slap seems to function as a starter pistol because we all channel our frantic energy into putting the plan in motion.
Wesley gathers up all the dishes and drops them in the sink before vanishing out the door. Avery runs upstairs to change and grab Leo’s things.
While she does that, I head into the kitchen to load the dishwasher while Phillip simultaneously entertains Leo and wipes down the dining table.
It all seems to blur after that because the next thing I know, Avery and I are pulling into the employee parking lot at her work.
“You really don’t have to walk me inside, Jamie. I’m pregnant, not made of glass,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“As far as I’m concerned, you are. Your ex is out there plotting who knows what, and we don’t have enough for a restraining order yet. On top of that, you’re actively growing the newest member of our family. You’re lucky I’m not trying to mummify you in bubble wrap.”
She shakes her head and laughs.
“Fine, the bubble wrap might be overkill, but my overall point stands. You deserve to be treated with care.”
“I know that,” she protests. “I just don’t want to have to rely on someone for everything. Walking into work is something I can do by myself. I’m not a child. I don’t need a chaperone.”
“Do you really think that’s what I’m doing?” I don’t even try to hide the hurt in my voice. “I’m not walking you into work because I think you’re incompetent. I’m doing it because I want to be with you. Even if we weren’t dealing with your ex, I would still want to walk you into work because I want to spend as much time with you as I can. I understand why you might still have doubts about that, given how you’ve been treated in the past, but one day, you’ll believe it.
“Until then, you’re going to have to tolerate it because treating you like a princess makes me happy.” I rest my hand on her thigh. “With how much you care about me, I know you wouldn’t want to take away anything that brings me joy, right?”
“It’s all so clear now. You didn’t actually make your money by being a consultant, did you? You had to have earned it by being a snake oil salesman.”
“It’s only snake oil if it doesn’t work.” I smirk. “Now, are you going to let me escort you like a proper gentleman or am I going to have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you in?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“You sure you want to test that theory?”
“No.” She sighs. “Let’s go. I’m already late enough.”
I lean over and kiss the side of her neck. “Good girl.”
The most beautiful flush creeps over her cheeks, and when I come around and open the car door for her, she doesn’t resist. Instead, she presses a shy kiss to my lips and doesn’t protest when I sling her work bag over my shoulder.
All through the parking lot, I feel the prickles of someone’s eyes on me. I look around warily, but I can’t see anything. Even with that visual reassurance, I can’t shake the feeling that someone is out there.
I put my hand on Avery’s lower back and hustle her into the employee entrance just in case.
As soon as we step inside, I immediately wish we were back out in the parking lot. The hallway is echoing with the screeching of an angry Frenchman. I wince, both from the sheer level of noise and the language he’s using.
When I glance over at Avery, she just looks resigned.
“Are you sure you want to go in there with him acting like that?” I ask hesitantly.
“If I wait for things to blow over, I won’t work at all today, and I have bills to pay.” She scowls.
“I’m going in there and setting him straight. No one deserves to be spoken to that way.”
“Don’t,” she says, putting her hand on my chest. “It’s my mess. I should have stood up to him sooner, not just for myself, but for all the other staff he bullies. I’d just been too frozen and afraid to do it. I thought I was just being dramatic, but seeing the look on your face right now makes me realize how not okay this is. It’s high time someone stood up to him, and I’ve finally had enough of his shit. I’ve got this.”
Avery straightens up to her full height and bursts through the double doors like some kind of avenging angel.
I’ve never been more proud or more turned on than I am right now at the sight of her owning her own power.
After I pop her bag into the locker with her name on it, I open up the chat with just my friends.
Jamie—Good news, she’s finally standing up to her asshole boss. Bad news is he’s far worse than she was letting on.
Wesley—How much worse?
Jamie—Just based on the few minutes I heard him screaming, he’s a twelve on the one to ten scale.
Wesley—Disgusting.
Phillip—Sounds like something needs to be done about him.
Wesley—Seconded.
Jamie—Meet at Geraldine’s for lunch today? I have a great idea about how we can handle this clown.