Chapter 30 - Blanche
Chapter thirty
“No, those can’t be her real ears!” Henry says, laughing at the picture album open in his lap.
Mom and Henry are both cackling on the sofa across from where I’m sitting, and if it wasn’t the most beautiful scene to see the two people I love most in the world get along so well, I would be rolling my eyes.
I know exactly what she’s about to say. It’s been an anecdote of hers for almost a decade.
“Yes, she was the most beautiful little girl I’d ever seen. Of course, I was concerned she would never grow into those big ears, but she hit puberty and…well, look at her now. She’s absolutely—”
“Perfect.” Henry finishes her sentence, looking up at me with that twinkle in his eyes that I know all too well. I’m in for a long night. “I can only hope our children are blessed with ears like their mother’s.”
“Oh! Are we already talking about children? You know your father and I can’t wait to be grandparents. I’m afraid it will all rest on the two of you since Blanche is an only child.”
“We’ll certainly make up for Blanche’s lack of siblings.” Henry winks at me before turning his attention back to Mom. “In fact, there’s already one in the oven.”
Mom turns to me, her eyes and mouth cartoonishly wide. “Blanche? You’re pregnant?”
“No, I most certainly am not!” I cut my attention to my husband, who’s reclined back with his arms spread on the back of the sofa and his legs loosely crossed, with his foot propped on his knee. The very picture of confident nonchalance.
“Yes, she is,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Henry. What on earth are you—”
“Go take a test. There’s one in your bathroom, under the counter.”
I’m too stunned to move. And he still looks so smug that I wouldn’t want to if I could, just to prove him wrong. All I can do at the moment is stare while he raises his eyebrow to provoke me.
“Blanche Margot Bedford, if you don’t go upstairs right now and pee on that damn stick, I’ll…I’ll put a picture of your big dumbo ears on next year’s Christmas cards!”
“Mother, please!” I hiss, finally broken from the trance of Henry’s gaze.
The moment I see the tears running down her cheeks, my attitude shifts. Suddenly, it doesn’t feel like defeat to do as my husband says. Suddenly, all I want to do is run upstairs, pee on a stick, and watch as two pink lines appear.
I’m startled out of my daydream by the softest of caresses to my cheek. “Come on, baby. Go confirm what I’ve known for a week.”
Henry helps me stand, then guides me up the stairs and to my room.
I might as well be a zombie as he leads the way into my bathroom, grabs a giant box of pregnancy tests, and hands me one.
I go through all the motions, or at least I assume I do.
Before I know it, I’m watching as two pink lines appear.
“I told you so.” Henry is propped against the doorframe with a lopsided smile.
“How?”
“Your appetite has changed, your breasts are just a smidge heavier, and you’re absolutely glowing, love.”
I can’t take my eyes off the test. Or talk. Or think. “I…I…”
Henry takes the test and sets it on the counter before lacing his fingers in mine and leading me back to the bed.
“Take your clothes off and lie down. I’m going to go give your mother the test and let her know you’re too shocked to join her.
And then I’m coming back up here to absolutely ravage you, my dear. ”
It takes no time to undress, but as I lie naked and waiting, thoughts race through my head.
I’m pregnant. I knew when he threw away my birth control and forbade me to get more that it was a possibility, or more like a probability, with the amount of cum this man keeps pumping inside me.
And we both wanted kids right away. The reality of it just never hit me until now.
I knew motherhood was inevitable, but I never wanted it until Henry.
And I especially didn’t find myself wanting to raise them without the help of a hundred nannies.
Now, though, all I want is that picket fence American family with the kids playing in the yard with our dog, and maybe only a few nannies.
“Your mom says congratulations. She’s beside herself with happiness.”
Henry wastes no time stripping out of his clothes, somehow managing to get them all off before he reaches the bed.
With my husband's naked body now on display, all my thoughts of children subside. I’m left instead with a burning desire to have him fill me in the way only he can.
My body burns for him, growing hotter as he climbs onto the bed between my legs.
“Lube or no?”
“Excuse me?”
“I would prefer we use it, but I know how you are, so I didn’t know if—”
“Since when have we ever needed lube?”
“Since I’m about to fuck your ass and I don’t want to hurt my pregnant wife more than necessary!”
I can’t help the shocked expression that plays on my face. “Oh!”
Henry chuckles, lying over me and kissing a line from my shoulder to my ear. “Yeah, oh. Special occasions are for anal, and this, my love, is a very special occasion, wouldn’t you say?”
I nod, breathless as he sucks on that junction between my neck and shoulder.
“Plus, ever since you stopped taking birth control, I’ve been adamant about making sure all of my cum made it into your cunt. Now that you’re pregnant, your mouth and ass are back on the table.”
“Um…lube, I guess?” Although judging by the gush of arousal dripping from my opening to my ass, I doubt he would need any.
God, the thought of Henry stretching me there has me feral.
It’s been too long. I lift my hips, trying to rush him as he coats himself with the lube, and almost lose my mind before he finally moves to where I desperately want him.
Flinching as the cold lube hits my skin, the discomfort disappears the moment he begins to rim my back hole, slowly pushing a finger in.
He starts with one, easing in inch by inch until he’s knuckle deep, then adds another, and another, twisting and stretching me open.
He continues, picking up his pace while he works his cock with his other hand, and fuck, I’m about to cry with how much I need him inside me.
“I need you, Henry, please.”
Chuckling, he lines himself up, removing his fingers and pushing into me slowly. It’s gentler than he’s been in the past, and while part of me craves that roughness, I relish the care he’s taking.
“Good girl. I don’t like the idea of hurting you too much while you’re carrying my son. You’re such a fucking good girl for giving me an heir, baby.”
With each word, he sinks deeper and deeper until his hips are flush against mine. He lowers his body to mine, letting his head rest on my shoulder.
“Fuuuck, Blanche…” He lifts his head, searching my eyes as I shake uncontrollably beneath him. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Mm-hmm. Need. More.”
With a huffed laugh, he kisses my brow, then starts to move.
He’s gentle at first, his strokes shallow, but as his need for release grows, so does his urgency.
Henry fucks hard, and I certainly don’t mind it.
The angle of his body on mine rubs my clit just the right way, and the speed of his thrusts has me on edge before I know it.
“I want to feel you come, Blanche. I need to feel it in your whole body, baby. Especially your tight little asshole. Milk my cum from me. Be my good girl and let me fill this ass up.”
With one arm holding his weight, he wraps the other around my neck, pulling me into his chest. We might as well be melded together as we hold on to each other for dear life.
I’m right on the cusp of my release, and I can tell he’s close too by the frantic way he’s fucking me now.
He needs to come. His heavy breaths in my ear are a plea to put him out of his misery, to pull him under with me and let pleasure carry us both away. So that’s just what I do.
Our release feels like it lasts a lifetime. But even if we spent every moment we had remaining on this earth falling together in bliss, it wouldn’t be enough.
Henry collapses onto me as our ecstasy fades, rolling us on our side and holding me to him. “We’ll get you cleaned up soon. I just want to hold you for a minute, okay?”
“Mmmkay,” I say into his chest, although I would lie here with him all night.
Henry hugs me tighter, kissing the top of my head. “Hey, Blanche?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you so damn much. Congratulations, baby. And thank you. Thank you for giving me a son.”
Pulling back, I level him with a look of genuine concern. “It might not be a boy. We won’t know for a while, you know. And if you are disappointed it's a girl I—”
“I know it’s a boy,” he says, nuzzling into my neck. “And trust me, love, when we finally have a little girl, the only thing I’ll love more than her in this whole world is her mama.”