Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
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One Month Later
Watching Kierra over the rim of my coffee cup, I observe all the changes that have happened over the last month.
She’s cut her hair, and I hate it. It used to be down to her ass and now it sits above her tits.
Says she doesn’t want to have to keep it up when the baby comes but that’s still months away.
Her face has been subtly filling out and that I love.
She’s always glowing which the girls have informed me is from the pregnancy but I’m not so sure.
Kierra has always been the brightest light in any room she walks into.
Her belly is more pronounced now at nineteen weeks, and she’s been wearing sun dresses that show it off.
I hate that too because I don’t like anyone looking at her.
My son in her belly does nothing to take away from her appeal.
She’s also been extremely horny which I am taking full advantage of since being informed that I won’t be able to touch her for six weeks after my son is born. Who knew?
I need to give her the cut that I had made for her so fuckers will stop looking at her in hopes they have a chance with my woman.
That ain’t ever going to happen. You would think the big ass diamond I put on her finger would dissuade some of these fools but unfortunately, no such luck.
I’m starting to think I’ll never get a reprieve from all the attention she draws.
“Drav. I need more milk,” Nash yells for me from the kitchen table.
Setting my coffee cup down, I move over to the fridge and grab the gallon to top off his cup.
I’ve noticed he’s starting to get taller, and it may have something to do with all the milk he’s been drinking.
Kierra said when he was living with her sister, he always had soda to drink and never ate anything healthy unless he was with her.
“Want some more, baby?” I ask Kierra before putting the gallon back into the fridge. Judging from her empty cup and plate, I’m guessing she’s getting close to being done so we can get the hell out of here.
“No. I’m done. I just need to put my shoes on, then I’ll be ready to leave,” she says and with that, I take her dishes and put them into the sink to take care of later.
She usually does all the cooking around here and I’ve been doing the cleanup so she isn’t on her feet more than I’m comfortable with.
The woman would push herself past the point of exhaustion if I didn’t keep an eye on her.
We have a doctor’s appointment today and the official ultrasound that was scheduled for the gender reveal but we already know what we’re having.
When we found out we were having a boy, I was so relieved.
Don’t get me wrong, I would love a daughter just as much as the son we’re having.
But the thought of having three beautiful girls to watch over was giving me an ulcer.
I don’t think the state of Florida has enough firepower for the arsenal I would need in order to keep the boys away.
I still haven’t forgotten about the incident with Kidd and Sadie either, but Kierra has convinced me to wait and let Sadie come to me.
I can see the logic in her wisdom, but I’m not a patient man so my daughter had better be bringing me into the loop sooner rather than later.
We’ve told Nash about the baby finally, and he’s excited to go with us today and see his cousin on the tv. As much as we’ve tried to explain what that means, I’m not so sure how much his little mind actually comprehends.
“Nash, are you ready to get your shoes on so we can go see the baby?” Kierra asks him as she’s sliding her sandals onto her feet.
“Yeah.” He shoves the last bite of his donut into his mouth.
Grabbing a paper towel, I get it wet and walk over to clean the icing from his fingers, so he doesn’t get Kierra sticky. She’s laughing at him trying to chew the bite that’s entirely too big for his mouth, and when he grins at her half the chewed donut falls out, hitting the floor.
“You’re a goofball.” She picks up the mess from the floor and throws it away, laughing. After she’s done washing his hands, she puts his shoes on and we’re finally out the door.
At the appointment we get to see our son again and just like before, I’m in awe that we have a baby growing inside of Kierra’s stomach.
Obviously, I know how this all works but getting to hear our child’s heartbeat at every visit and the few times we’ve gotten to see him on the ultrasound just drive home the reality.
The fact we’re having a boy is just icing on the cake.
I never imagined myself having any more children, but since coming to terms with the fact that I’m going to be a father again, I’ve actually been thrilled with the idea, something that only Kierra is aware of.
I adore my daughter, but it’s different with girls.
You have to handle them with fragility which is something that I’ve never been very good at.
I’m looking forward to having a son that I can teach guy shit and do guy shit with, which is something that I have already started doing with Nash.
He had everyone in the room laughing during Kierra’s ultrasound.
He doesn’t understand why the baby can’t come out of Kierra’s belly yet.
I’m guessing that he thought this appointment was to get the baby out of Kierra’s stomach and he’s a little disappointed that we’re leaving without a baby to take home.
“Why do we have to wait so long?” he pouts as I pick him up and settle him on my hip. Kierra has been packing him around too much, and I keep having to get onto her about it. He’s too big for her to carry now, especially with her being nineteen weeks pregnant.
“We’re halfway there, Nash. In a couple of months, we’ll be able to get the baby out of my belly. Okay?” Kierra chirps, trying to cheer him up.
“Okay,” he groans, sounding slightly less annoyed at having to wait. I’m in complete agreement with him, I don’t like having to wait either. After everything that went down when Sadie was born, I’m ready for that part to be over.
“Getting you something bigger before the baby comes, Kierra. This reaching back into the backseat and there being no room isn’t going to work long-term with two kids back there. Hard enough getting Nash strapped into his seat,” I state as we’re driving home.
“What? No! I love this car,” she whines.
“And you can keep this car, but we’re getting something bigger. Something safer,” I demand, leaving no room for an argument. This isn’t up for discussion. Her Charger was fine when it was just her, but with having to get Nash into his car seat and soon an infant car seat, it’s just not realistic.
“Fine,” she huffs, but she knows I’m right. She was just bitching about how hard it was to get Nash in and out of the backseat.
“We’ll go look in a couple of weeks when the new models come out,” I bargain as we pull up to the clubhouse. I’m hoping what I have planned will help her get over her snit. I’ve been planning today for over a week and have had all hands on deck to make it a special memory for her.
As soon as we’re through the doors a chorus of cheers rings out and Kierra looks at me in confusion.
After setting Nash down so he can go and play with Mila, I walk over to the bar and grab the long box that holds her surprise.
“Come here, Kierra,” I call out to her. Once she’s standing in front of me, I hand her the box and start to get a little nervous. “Open it, baby.”
Everyone watches as Kierra unties the ribbon and opens the lid. Her eyes shoot to mine, and she immediately breaks into a crying jag. “Want you to be my ol’ lady. What do you say?” I ask, handing the box to G and pulling her into my arms to get her to settle down.
“Yes,” she hiccups on a sob. I turn Kierra around and grab the cut from the box so that I can see what it looks like hanging from her shoulders.
Perfect. The red stitching declaring her Property of Viper has my heart beating faster and my cock throbbing behind my zipper.
Fast as lightning, I pick her up and head for the stairs, taking them two at a time as hoots and hollers follow us all the way up.
“What are you doing?” she giggles into my neck.
“Need to fuck you with nothing but my cut on your back,” I grit out.
“I swear you have such a one-track mind. Good thing I love it.”
“Yeah, thank fuck,” I tell her, slamming our door as I set her on her feet.
Quickly I place her cut on the dresser and grab the hem of her dress, tugging it over her head and completely ignore her when she starts bitching about me tearing her panties off.
I’m a man on a mission and nothing else is registering as I reach over and grab her cut, needing to put it back on her shoulders where it belongs.
My heart is pounding and my breathing is choppy as I run my eyes across the picture of perfection before me.
Desperate to be inside her, I turn her around by her hips and move her over to our bed.
Pressing on her back, I guide her into position as I quickly unfasten my jeans and shove them down my thighs.
Spitting in my hand, I lubricate my pulsing cock before giving a few pulls as I try to get control of myself.
“Hold on baby,” I kick her feet apart before lining up with her entrance and driving into her wet heat.
“Fuck yes!” I growl as I take in every detail of my cut on her back and my cock tunneling in and out of heaven.
“Oh god. Harder,” she wails, and I give her what she wants, pounding into her as I run my hand reverently across her cut. Mine is the only thing going through my mind as I fuck her hard and dirty, just the way she likes.
“Get there, Kierra. Fucking cum,” I say through clenched teeth, and seconds later, her walls flutter before latching onto my cock and we both find nirvana.