Chapter 29 Nicolas
nicolas
THREE MONTHS LATER
My leg bounced as we sat in the waiting room chairs. Zofia reached over, placing her hand on my knee. “Are you alright?”
I pulled my eyes away from the closed door, turning to look at her. “Sorry. Just nervous and excited. I can’t believe we’re gonna find out what our little one is today.” My wife just smiled, leaning her head against my shoulder. I pressed my lips to her forehead.
“I know.” She smoothed a hand over her belly.
Over the last few weeks, she’d really popped, and there was no hiding anymore that she was pregnant.
I still couldn’t believe my little swimmers had done the job in Vegas, but I was so grateful they did.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here right now, about to find out if we were having a little boy or a girl.
They called us back, and I held her hand the whole way into the ultrasound room, holding onto her like she was my lifeline. We were in this together, and I’d never been so damn grateful. After everything we’d been through to get here, I never wanted to let her go.
We settled into the examination room, the nurse asking Zofia her routine questions and chatting about how the last few weeks had been.
“Better,” my wife answered. “The nausea’s lessened, thank goodness. But the heartburn has been awful.” She rubbed her breastbone, wincing. “And my breasts are really tender.”
I knew she was self-conscious about how much they’d grown, but she looked incredible. I was more attracted to her now than ever, knowing she was growing our baby inside her.
“All normal,” she agreed. “Now let’s get the tech in here so you can see your sweet little baby.”
Zofia nodded, and I dragged my chair towards her, picking up her hand and dropping a kiss on the top of it.
“You ready?” I asked, staring into her big brown eyes. I brushed a curl off her forehead, twirling it around my finger.
She let out a breath. “Yes. Mostly because my bladder is way too full and I have to pee so bad.” Zo scrunched up her nose. “But you know how I feel. I don’t care either way, as long as they’re healthy.”
I pressed my lips between her eyebrows. “I still hope we have a little girl just like you one day.” I grinned. “Even if this one’s a boy.”
We’d had this conversation before, but I had a feeling it was a boy. The Larsen genes were strong, and there were a lot of boys in our lineage. Still, I loved the idea of a daughter to dote on just as much as a son.
“Slow down there, honey. One at a time is all I can handle.”
“No matter what, they’ll be so loved,” I told her.
She rested her hand on her rounded belly. “Yeah. They will.”
I pressed a soft kiss to her lips just as the door opened, the ultrasound tech sliding in.
“Hi, Mom,” the tech said, giving us a warm smile. “Ready?”
Zo nodded. “Please. I know they said to drink lots of fluids, and I desperately need to empty my bladder.” My wife lifted the top of her blouse, exposing the bump.
She laughed as she squirted out the ultrasound jelly onto Zofia’s belly. “Don’t worry, I hear that all the time. You know the drill—I’ll get some measurements for the doc, and hopefully we can see the gender today.” She looked at both of us. “You want to find out, right?”
We both nodded. “Please,” Zofia answered. We’d talked about going the envelope route, taking it home and planning a surprise, but neither of us wanted to wait any longer.
“Perfect.” She placed the wand down, moving it around until the baby came up on the screen.
Zo squeezed my hand as we waited. “Hi, little one,” she murmured, so softly I barely caught it. I smiled.
“Look how much our baby’s grown, Gorgeous.” I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen.
The tech pointed at the screen. “Look at that little nose. So cute.” She moved around the wand, taking measurements and making notations, before looking up at us. “He’s going to be one handsome little boy.”
“Boy?” Zofia whispered, and I grinned.
“A boy,” I said against her ear. I was elated.
We were having a son.
The tech smiled at us. “Congratulations. I’m just going to finish up, and then the doc will review the scans and follow up with you.”
“Thank you,” I choked out, my hands still clutched in Zofia’s.
After the doctor confirmed the gender—yes, we were having a baby boy—she went over everything with Zo, but I barely heard anything, still staring at the sonogram they’d printed out for us, tracing my finger over his little cheeks and nose.
Our miracle.
We hadn’t planned for this—hadn’t planned to have a baby during our contract marriage, period—but I was so grateful for it, because it meant we were starting our family that much sooner.
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as we headed outside after our appointment was finished and Zofia scheduled the next one.
We both bundled up, and I helped her into her coat.
Portland in January was cold, and even though it rarely snowed in the city, we were more than prepared for the bad weather.
“Back to the office?” I asked her after getting her settled into her seat and buckling her in, making sure the seatbelt was laying the right way over her belly.
She pouted. “Do we have to?”
I laughed. “No. Do you want to play hooky today? We could go to that big baby store you’ve been talking about.”
Being the first in our immediate friend group to have a baby meant we didn’t have a bunch of friends giving us advice, but it also meant that I spent a lot of time reading baby books.
Zofia had joined a first time mom group on social media, and I always loved catching her browsing it when she thought I wasn’t watching.
We were truly two peas in a pod.
“Really?” She perked up. “And lunch?”
“Yes.” I reached over, popping my thumb under her chin. “Gotta feed my wife so she can grow our baby boy all nice and strong.”
“I can’t believe we’re having a boy,” she murmured, stroking her belly. “I grew up with two brothers, and I still feel like I don’t know the first thing about boys,” Zofia admitted.
“It’s okay, because you’ve got me. We’re in this together. I’d never throw you into the deep end and walk away.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Really, Nic. I know there will be times where your job has to come first—and that’s okay.”
“Fuck the job,” I told her. “You and the little one are the most important thing to me.” I reached over, placing my hand on her belly. “I’ll do whatever I can to never let you feel abandoned, the way I know my mom felt.”
“You’re a good man, Nicolas Larsen.”
“And you’re the most amazing woman, Zofia Larsen.”
“Mmmm,” she hummed, leaning in towards me. “I think you should kiss me, husband. And then take me shopping and feed me Chinese food.”
I leaned in to drop a soft kiss on her lips, which quickly deepened when she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in deeper. Her tongue pushed against my lips, seeking entrance, and she swept it over mine. Groaning, I let myself get lost in the kiss.
Lost in this moment, because it was everything I’d never hoped I could have—and more.
a few weeks later…
“What are you doing here?” Zofia asked, looking up from her desk. “Lunch isn’t for another two hours.”
I shrugged. “Do I need an excuse to visit my wife?”
She shrugged. “No… But you’re supposed in a meeting right now, aren’t you?”
Grinning, I pulled the bag out from behind my chest. “Guilty. I brought the pistachio burfi that you were craving. I had to go to like five different stores, but I finally found it.” The treat was fudge-like, dense and rich, and had been one of Zo’s favorite Indian desserts growing up.
My meeting this afternoon had been rescheduled because of an emergency, and I’d taken that excuse to go find her the treat she’d cried over wanting last night.
It had been too late at that point, since the stores had all been closed, but I knew she was probably hyper fixating on it and would until she got some.
“Ohmygod.” She extended her hands. “Gimme.” I handed her the box, and she tore into it. Zofia let out a moan after she took a bite. “This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.” She devoured another square, looking like she was in heaven.
“Nicolas.” Her eyes filled with tears as she grabbed them, holding them possessively. “You didn’t have to do that.”
I pulled her into my arms, frowning as tears dripped from her eyes. “Why are you crying, baby?”
She shook her head. “Hormones.” The word was a groan. “I don’t know. I just really love you. And you’re way too good to me.”
Kneeling down, I cupped her belly with both hands. God, I was obsessed with her bump. “Anything for my wife who’s growing eyelashes right now.”
She rolled her eyes, setting the snack bag on her desk. “I can’t believe you know that.”
“I’ve been very diligent about keeping up with my reading, Mrs. Larsen. It’s important to me I know what’s happening every step of the way with this pregnancy. Did you know our baby is currently the size of a mango?”
She shook away a few tears.
“My dad might not have been that involved with my mom’s pregnancy when they had me, but I’m not going to be like him,” I told her, winding my arms around her waist and pulling her body into mine. “I’m here for you. With you.” I nodded towards the bag. “Anything you need, I’ve got you.”
“I know.” Tears pricked her eyes again, and she looked up at the ceiling. “Now I need you to stop being so sweet so I can stop crying and do my job.”
“Your main job is growing our baby, Gorgeous.” I pressed a kiss to her cheek. “That’s all I care about.”
She closed her eyes, burying her face into my shirt and taking a deep inhale. I rubbed her back, doing whatever I could to comfort her.
I’d do whatever I could to make her feel taken care of—and loved.
I came home to find Cooper with his head in Zofia’s lap, his nose pressed against her baby bump. She was wearing leggings and an oversized t-shirt, looking comfortable and adorable all curled up with our animals.
“Hi, gorgeous.” I leaned down, dropping a kiss on her lips.
“Hey, honey.” She smiled, setting down the book she’d been reading. “How was your day?”
I shrugged. “It was fine. Better now.” She’d stayed home today since we were expecting a few deliveries, and I’d missed her.
There were a few times I’d almost walked into her office, forgetting she wasn’t there.
It would take some getting used to when she was on maternity leave—just like I’d gotten used to her no longer being right outside my door.
My new assistant wasn’t as incredible as my wife, but he’d gotten the hang of things quickly, which I appreciated.
He was eager and a quick learner, some of the most important skills to have.
Plus, much to Zofia’s delight, he wasn’t a beautiful woman. Even though I liked it when Zo got a little jealous, I definitely had no desire to spend all of my time with any woman other than my wife.
Sliding onto the couch next to her, I wrapped my arms around her, letting my hands rest on her belly.
Cooper, annoyed, jumped off the couch, going over to his bed in the corner.
“Hi, little one,” I murmured to her belly. “Daddy missed you today.” I kissed the bump before sitting up straight and giving my beautiful wife a wicked grin. “Did you get everything done that you needed to?”
She tilted her head to the side. “Yes… why?”
I smirked. “Because I have plans for you, my darling wife. And after not seeing you all day, I don’t want to keep my hands to myself.
A hum slipped from her lips. “Mmm. I like the sound of that, my handsome husband.”
“Fuck, I love you,” I said against her lips before pulling her shirt off, exposing her bare breasts.
I let out a groan, cupping them both in my hands.
They’d grown bigger since she’d gotten pregnant, her nipples darkening, and I couldn’t get enough.
I squeezed them both lightly, watching her reaction.
When she titled back her head, letting out a moan, I dropped my mouth to one, sucking her nipple in between my teeth.
Wrapping my hands around her hips, I pulled her into my lap so she was straddling me, her core pressed over my erection. She rocked her hips, letting out a small whine at the sensation.
“Nicolas, ohmy—fuck,” she cried. “That feels so good.”
“I love how sensitive they are now,” I told her, circling my tongue around her peaked nipple. “I can’t wait till they’re full of milk.”
My cock jumped in my slacks at the thought, pressing against the zipper, eager to be inside of her.
She gasped. “Nic. My God.” Her cheeks had darkened the slightest bit, a rosy hue, and I loved it.
“Can you blame me? I’m obsessed.” I chuckled. “You’re so beautiful carrying our baby, Zofia.”
Zofia ground down on my hardened length, letting out a small moan. She was so much more sensitive while pregnant, and I loved how easy it was to drive her wild.
Slipped her hand inside my pants, my wife wrapped a hand around my cock.
She squeezed my length, and I sucked in a breath, trying to hold back so I didn’t come in my pants. “Stop teasing me and get inside me,” she told me, nipping at my neck.
“Your wish is my command, baby.” I slid my hand inside her panties. “Now, be a good girl and sit back for me.” I lazily circled her clit, enjoying her small gasp when I slipped a flinger inside her.
We both worked at getting her leggings off, Zofia raising her hips as I rolled them and her panties down. I plunged my fingers inside her, confirming that she was soaking for me.
“Fuck, did you get this wet from me sucking your tits?” I groaned.
“Yes,” she nodded, fingers scrambling with my zipper and to push my underwear down. “Now fuck me, husband.”
I kissed her as I plunged her down onto my length, slamming to the hilt.
We both groaned as I filled her. Keeping still, I waited until she squirmed on top of me before fucking her in earnest, eager to feel her sweet pussy spasming around me.
It wouldn’t take much, especially with the extra sensitivity.
One stroke of my thumb against her clit, and she’d be coming all over my cock.
Picking her up, I kept my cock buried deep inside her as I carried her towards our bedroom, ready to make love to her all night long.
I never wanted to stop.