Chapter Twenty-Four
Weeks passed, and it seemed like every day brought some weird change to my body. I started to develop a baby bump, though only if I was looking closely in the mirror while in my underwear. In addition, my breasts had started to feel sore, which made for awkward bear hugs.
The nausea stayed mostly under control, though sometimes felt a little like permanent seasickness. However, I managed to keep food down. My husband side-eyed every single thing I put in my body in his presence, and I could all but hear the clicks and whirs of his mental calculator as he computed every last calorie I ate. He’d even ask me about it in the evenings—what I’d eaten for breakfast, what I’d eaten for lunch—did I have any snacks? I humored him because I felt guilty for the scare I’d put him through.
The PTSD was obvious. I could sense his underlying anxiety getting bigger by the day. So I played along, giving him the reassurance he so obviously needed. He consumed books like crazy. What to Expect. What to Expect when She’s Expecting. The Pregnancy Encyclopedia, Handbook, Wiki, Ultimate Database for the Anal-Retentive Control-Freak Husband. How to Be an Authoritarian Taskmaster When Your Wife is Carrying your Unborn Child. I may have made some of those up.
Instead of getting short with him or expressing outright exasperation, I decided, instead, to have a little fun with it.
I made up shit for him to do. For example, I made him talk to my tummy every single night for thirty minutes and if he didn’t want to talk that long, then he could do ten minutes of singing. When I proposed it, he gave me one of his looks.
I raised my brows at him, folding my arms over my chest. “Dude, if I’m going to jump through all those hoops for you, then I need you to do some things for me. Our son or daughter needs to hear from their father.”
His brows furrowed. “But they don’t even have ears yet. I read in that fetal development book that—”
I held up a hand, raising my brows. “Vibrations. The vibrations of your voice. There’ve been scientific studies done about this.” I gave him the sternest look I could manage, trying hard not to crack up at his obvious irritation.
Like a trooper, he finally complied. The first night, he started talking about a bunch of stuff that I was almost certain was bullshit, but it was hard to tell because I could barely understand it.
But I loved the way his large hand spread over the slight curve of my abdomen as he talked. “The first step is conceptualization, where you define the purpose and establish themes. Then you have to introduce gameplay mechanics and challenges that align with the quest’s theme and objectives. Things like combat encounters, stealth segments, dialogue puzzles, or platforming sequences. But it’s always necessary to establish a balance of difficulty, because—”
I sighed. “I think it’s going to be a while before the baby can follow in daddy’s footsteps.”
He shot me a sly grin. “It’s never too soon to start the indoctrination.”
“And what if the baby wants to follow my footsteps and go into healthcare?”
He shook his head. “Not a chance. They’ve got to support us in our old age in the style in which we’ve become accustomed. Doctors don’t make enough for that.”
I smacked his arm. “Very funny.”
Mischief gleamed in his dark eyes as he adjusted his hand on my belly. Then, he dipped his head to land a kiss there and started talking to the bump again. “One last thing—I’m about to do some naughty things to your mom, so please cover your eyes. You’re too young for that.”
All he had to say was naughty things, and everything inside me lit up like Clark Griswold’s house in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. We hadn’t done much of anything in the bedroom for over three weeks—since even before the incident at the hospital, as I hadn’t been feeling well then. And he’d never even approached the subject since the infamous incident. I’d made a move on him once I started feeling better, but he’d politely rebuffed me.
But tonight, it was clear that this extremely sexy daddy-to-be needed some stress release and I was down for a little release of my own.
Just as he moved to lay beside me and pull me to him, however, I started snickering at that thought—mid kiss, even. He pulled back and gave me a questioning look. “Am I somehow tickling you by osmosis?”
“No, no.” I smiled, then laughed again. “I’m just thinking about how hot a DILF you are.”
“No...no, we’re not going there unless you want me calling you a MILF.”
“As long as I’m the Momma you’d like to fuck, I’m down with that.”
“Oh, you are right now, very much.”
He hadn’t lost his touch—my panties were whisked off me in seconds flat. Adam kissed me deeply on the lips before pulling away and working his way down my body, avoiding my too-sensitive breasts without me even having to remind him that they were still sore. Nope, he bypassed that area completely to work his way quickly south, tracing the meridians of my body with his soft, determined lips.
And with sighs of pleasure and anticipation, I relaxed in his arms.
Adam’s mouth traveled down to the apex of my thighs, his lips softly encircling my clit as my back arched and my toes curled. It had been a while since I’d felt sexy and having this much attention lavished on me quickly had me gasping and climbing my way to release.
“Don’t. Stop,” I gasped. And though he could have teased me by stopping, he didn’t. His moves were urgent, resolute. Undeterred from his goal which had me clenching my thighs around his head, screaming his name when I came. Brain officially fried.
By the time I was able to catch my breath and became aware of the world around me again, he was lying beside me once more.
“Fuck, that was...amazing.” I blinked, still seeing colors I had no names for like fireworks behind my eyeballs. My body felt lax, soft and wrapped in a deep, warm glow.
“It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”
I reached over and palmed his straining erection. “It definitely has. I think we should make up for lost time.”
He sucked in a breath as I confidently wrapped my fingers around his length and slid them down his cock. “I’m greedy though. That was an amazing orgasm, but I need some D.”
“Some D?”
“Yeah, D as in dessert. As in do me, baby.”
He rolled onto his side and pulled me against him, his mouth enveloping mine. “Your wish is my command.”
We kissed for long moments while I hooked a leg over his hip and pulled him to roll onto me. He came quickly, willingly, but hesitated right after, as if realizing what was happening.
“Is it...?”
I laughed. “It’s okay. It’s more than okay. It’s what this doctor ordered.”
He grinned wickedly. “Time to fill your prescription, then.”
“Oh man, fill me. Definitely fill me.”
He snickered as he rolled onto me and settled his hips between my legs. Without another word, he slid into me, and I locked my legs around his hips. He brought his face back to mine and we lay like that for long moments, bodies and arms locked together, staring into each other’s eyes.
Those dark eyes had the ember of arousal and a hunger deep inside of them that sent my anticipation soaring. My greedy, greedy body wanted more, and I was here for it.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered with a hushed awe, like a priest at the altar, deep in prayer.
My eyes fluttered closed and I couldn’t imagine any moment between us more perfect than this one. We’d collected so many perfect moments throughout our years together.
I was so fucking lucky.
Then he started to move and my eyes rolled back in my head and my body swayed in time with his, making music together all our own.
His movements were slow, gentle and his mouth opened to lock around mine, his tongue slowly sliding in and out of my mouth in time with the rest of his body. He took his time and though tonight I was wound up and craving a quick, hard pounding, I didn’t pressure him to change pace.
It occurred to me that he was probably holding back, probably forcing himself to be extra gentle because of the baby, or my recent illness, or some other reason that was purely Adam. But I was here to enjoy this, enjoy him. His hands, his mouth, his cock sliding inside of me as his breath hitched and tightened.
Despite his care to go slow, it didn’t take much time for us to climax, since it had been a while. When he stilled, hovering over me and holding his full weight on his elbows, eyes squeezed tight, I hooked my arms around his neck and arched into him, feeling the rush and contractions of my own orgasm topple over the edge of his own ecstasy.
When he finally sucked in another breath, his skin was coated with sweat and stuck to mine in a way that I relished.
Gently he eased himself off of me and pulled me against him. He kissed my temple.
“Damned hottest MILF I’ll ever want to fuck. Lucky me.”