Chapter 34 Proud of you
Thirty-Four. Proud of you
Patrick, November
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself,” I mutter into her ear as she rocks back against me desperately. The leg draped over my hip trembles, but she doesn’t stop. Her pussy clenches around my cock so hard stars dance in front of my eyes. “Attagirl.”
She moans loudly, the sound filling the air conditioned bedroom as we continue to fuck.
We’ve been at this for hours, with tiny breaks in between of course, but she’s insatiable.
Every time we pause to catch our breath, she chugs a glass of water and pulls me back in.
I’m not complaining, but I am exhausted.
“Trick,” she gasps, ass pressed flush against my crotch as I bottom out inside her.
“Take what Daddy’s giving you, Lo.”
Tamara shudders as I pump my hips in shallow thrusts.
Her walls suck on my cock, and she doesn’t let go.
Neither do I. Every drag out makes my balls heavier and I’m impressed I haven’t come yet even though I’m on the edge.
She drags my hand from her breast to between her thighs and directs me.
Like I don’t know where her clit is or how to play with it.
“You want this, huh?”
“Yes!”
“Why should I let you come?”
Tamara’s walls clench around me and in a low voice, she says, “If I don’t, you don’t.”
I would laugh if I could, but every sound gets stuck in my throat.
I roll back the hood of her clit and stroke a finger over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She jerks and settles as I continue touching and teasing, almost petting it.
Her pussy pulses and I know we’re both close enough to explode, but she’s fighting it.
“Lotus,” I warn and she laughs. It’s a breathless, strangled sort of noise.
“It’s my cock,” she rasps, reaching back to grab my hair and pull my mouth closer to hers. “I’ll do whatever I want.”
Jesus. I’ve given her too much power over the last few weeks.
Now she knows she owns me. She knows as much as I claim her every single day, I’m absolutely her property.
When her hips start to move in a jerky, unsteady sort of way, I press my fingers to her clit and bite down on her shoulder.
With a scream that could rival any stadium full of fans, she clamps down on my cock and comes.
I continue to fuck her, going as deep as her body will let me and I come hard enough to black out.
My cock jumps as it spills into her, endless ropes of cum filling her up.
I know we’re going to have to change the sheets, again, but it’s worth running out of clean linen.
It takes us a long time to separate and I spend an even longer time cleaning her up, because it was…
excessive. Tamara laughs about it, but this is how I got her pregnant.
We strip the sheets, but don’t bother putting new ones on before we collapse onto the mattress.
I admire her as she runs her hands over her belly, the size expanding faster than I imagined.
I touch the underside of her bump in hopes of feeling the baby move, but clearly they’re asleep right now.
And Tamara? She’s completely naked, heavy breasts and brown nipples, warm skin with tiny mosquito bites; an absolute vision, really.
“Are you feeling better about today?”
She grunts in response, still annoyed with me for springing this on her.
I had every intention of telling Tamara about the fuck up with my parents and how they’re coming to town, but Kabir showed up and threw everything into chaos.
We confessed our love, but she needed time to deal with all of the noise in her head.
And I understand. The noise in my head was getting really loud too.
By the time I was able to tell her, it was yesterday, and the big meeting happens today.
She’s not pleased, but that hasn’t stopped her from grabbing my cock and demanding things.
I don’t need a reason to oblige her, but I feel like I need to make it up to her.
So lots of sex, a lack of sleep and lots of reminders that I love her.
“I’m sorry, Lo,” I say for the millionth time, brushing her hair out of her face. The curls are tighter than usual, difficult to push my fingers into these days. “But I promise, my parents are upset with me and are excited to meet you.”
“They won’t hate me, right?”
“Baby…” I grip her chin and tip her head up so she can see my face.
“I didn’t set out to trap you, but I did.”
I laugh and stroke her bottom lip with my thumb. “Trust me, my mother’s been waiting for someone to trap me and we’re all very glad it’s you.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. I swear on every medal I’ve ever won.”
“Except mine.”
I grin. “I swear especially on that. By the end of the day, you’ll be wondering what you got so worked up about.”
She pokes me in the stomach and I wince. “I don’t see you complaining about me being worked up.”
“Not at all. I benefited from it and I am grateful for it. Today’s going to be great.”
“Is my son helping around the house?”
Tamara laughs at my mother’s question. “He’s been amazing. He’s making sure I’m eating my meals, cleans up after both of us and takes such good care of me.”
“I like taking care of you,” I say, matching her suggestive tone and she grins. Shaking my head, I turn to my mother. “Don’t worry, Amma. You raised me right.”
Amma beams and straightens her back. She knows she did a good job with all three of us.
We’re reckless and do stupid shit, but when it comes to the ones we love, we will do everything.
And it’s all thanks to Rachel Joseph. Who, shockingly, has been so calm since Tamara and I walked into the house.
Since they’re staying with Elias and Vera, the two of them are here too in case we need a buffer.
I don’t think we do, but it comforts Tamara to have Vera here.
She doesn’t need it, because the minute my mother met her, she adopted my girl and vice versa.
They definitely made sure to give me hell, which made Tamara laugh.
Honestly, if it makes her look like that, I’ll let my parents be mean to me as often as they want.
We’re spread out around the living room—Dad and Vera on one couch, Amma and Tamara on another, while Elias and I are seated on singles, far away from our girls.
It was planned this way so they could intimidate me, to stress me out and it’s working.
We’ve talked about everything from what Tamara does for a living to how far along she is, when our next scan is, if we’ve decided on names and what the future looks like.
She answered every single question without hesitation.
However, the answer to the last question was vague and I intend to rectify it as soon as possible. I have plans for us and I’m going to make them all happen.
“Okay, you three can leave,” Amma says, waving at us as she reaches for Vera’s hand. “I want to spend time with my daughters-in-law.”
Elias and I share a look, but our girls look totally calm at the title she’s bestowed upon them.
The three of them squeeze onto the big couch like we’re not even there.
Amma waves her hand again and my father laughs, clapping our shoulders to steer us out of the room.
I look back and catch Tamara’s eyes dancing with joy.
She smiles and blows me a kiss, which is the only assurance I need.
While my father and Elias sit in the enclosed balcony, I stop by to see Mariammachechi in the kitchen and give her the good news.
She’s known me since I was a kid, so her teary reaction makes me emotional.
She hugs me and offers tons of advice, then goes off to find Kuriakose to tell him as well.
I don’t have the heart to tell her that her husband already knows.
So I grab beers for my father and brother, and a glass of buttermilk for myself, then step outside.
They eye my non-alcoholic beverage and I shrug. “She’s not drinking, not sure why I need to.”
They share a look I ignore and raise a toast to the baby.
I take a sip and settle into a chair looking out at the garden.
Elias’s house is the perfect size for a family and while he didn’t buy it for that purpose, it’s got everything I want for Tamara and me.
Since our visit to Millie’s place, I haven’t stopped thinking about buying us a house.
I can afford it, so I’d rather own it outright instead of paying ridiculous rent for our forever home.
“Good on you, Pat,” my father says and I glance at him, puzzled.
“When both of you started on your professional journeys, your mother and I were afraid you would get suckered into bad choices. Not because you’re incapable of making the right decisions, but it’s usually the bad ones that are more attractive.
” He pauses to sip his beer. “You kept your heads up, noses clean and found yourself good Malayali girls. Your grandmothers would be so impressed.” We laugh, but when he sobers up, his eyes are watery.
“I cannot tell you how proud I am to be your father. Even if you hadn’t fallen in love, the way your lives have gone, the things you both have achieved—you’ve done it with so much class and humility.
I don’t take any credit for it, that’s who you are. But I am so proud.”
“Shit, Dad,” Elias mumbles, wiping his eyes and I do the same, shaking my head at my old man.
Emotion clogs my throat as I say, “Thanks, Dad. We’ll give you some of the credit. You raised us this way.”
Despite his waving us off, Elias and I move over to hug him. We’ve always been the kind of family to show affection, no matter the situation. While my father has never hidden his love and pride for us, it’s always humbling to hear him say the words.
“Oh, did Amma give you yours?” Elias asks much later, after Dad was called inside.
“Give me my what?”
He pulls out a velvet box. “This.”
I look between the box and my brother, eyes wide. He grins and nods, like this is totally normal. “Seriously?”
He opens it and my breath catches. Nestled in the middle is Ammai’s ring.
Our maternal grandmother expected only the best from us in everything and even though she made it easy to be angry with her, I know she had a soft spot for Elias.
So it’s not a surprise he got her wedding ring.
I stand up and yank my brother into a tight hug. He laughs as he hugs me back.
“I am so fucking happy for you, little brother.”
“Thanks, Pat. I mean, I knew from the moment I met her, right?”
I nod, laughing at how whipped he looked in those early paparazzi pictures.
Then how forlorn he was when Vera only wanted sex.
We might not have talked about their relationship in depth, but his disappointment at the way things were going was evident.
Looking at him now, I shouldn’t be surprised he’s planning a life with her.
We’re called in for lunch before I get to ask any more questions.
I don’t get beyond the kitchen thanks to my mother tugging at my arm. She opens a drawer and produces another velvet box.
I arch an eyebrow. “You hid it in a random place?”
She laughs and places the box in my hand. “I knew you’d never venture in here. Your Ammachi left it to you in her will.”
I breathe noisily through my nose and flip it open.
Polished and cleaned, the single sapphire surrounded by tiny diamonds twinkles up at me.
Growing up, my grandfather always talked about how when he first met my grandmother, he knew she was the one.
In a time of arranged marriages and being forced to marry the first person you were introduced to, it’s quite romantic that he knew she was the one.
It took them a few years of being married for my Ammachi to feel the same way and that’s when he bought her the ring.
Everyone wants to be a diamond, but she’s really a sapphire, unique and perfect in every way, Appacha used to say and Ammachi would roll her eyes and swat him.
That’s exactly how I feel about Tamara—of all the women in the world, she’s the only one who’s stayed in my heart for so long.
Amma touches my wrist and says, “Tamara told me you were her first love. And how special your relationship was back then.”
“It was one of the most important relationships in my life.”
“I wish I had known. I could have…maybe…” she trails off, hands fluttering as she turns to me.
“I really like her, Pat. She’s your perfect match.
” There are tears in her eyes as she smiles.
“I know I put a lot of pressure on all of you to find your person and I’m so glad you found her on your own, at your own pace.
She’s going to be such an amazing mother. ”
I sniffle and pocket the box. “Thank you for bringing me this, Amma.”
“You don’t have to marry her right away, but I hope you will one day.”
“Good news is she does want to be with me, so it might happen sooner than you realise.”
My mother laughs and pulls me in for another hug, rubbing my back slowly. “Every single day since you were born, you’ve made me so proud to be your mother.”
I groan and we laugh again, but I let the tears fall this time. I hug her back, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. I don’t think I realised how badly I needed to hear both my parents say those words to me. It definitely healed some part of my inner child I didn’t know was hurting.