Carter and I had become very close since becoming partners in the business, and it was almost like I was gaining a new brother out of him. We never had problems before, but we had never connected on any sort of common ground. He was always the stoic eldest brother, and I was always the troublemaker. We tolerated each other. Things were different now. We actually got along and complemented each other very well. Even he had admitted that it was much easier to get to know me now that our father was gone.
It had been two months since he’d passed, and all of us were shaken by his death in the way that sons are when they lose their father. I imagined we were better prepared than most for the event. Still, we all still half expected him to come bursting into the boardroom during a meeting, telling everyone that everything they were doing wasn't good enough.
Luckily, Dad had lightened up a bit in his last months, and he had even made it to our wedding before becoming incapable of travelling. Myra was happy to have him there, for me mostly, and of course I was too. He lamented never being able to meet his grandson, but was seemingly happy for us, and even apologized for doubting me for so long.
I'd always been sure that I was up to the challenge, but never thought that hard work would actually feel good. I was feeling better than I had ever felt, actually. Leaving the late nights and the late mornings behind was making me feel like a real human, and at this point I could hardly even remember what I used to do with my time, before I met Myra. Before I gave a shit about the work that I was doing, which wasn't much.
It was nearly six in the evening by the time I left the office. I always made sure to check on Myra throughout the day, and she was keeping herself busy today with more preparations for our son who would be arriving soon. I couldn't wait to get home and see her. She’d decided to hold off on getting a new job, and I was glad that she had decided to wait. I wasn't going to tell her to stay home if she didn't want to, but was relieved that she had decided to do that on her own. She had kept herself plenty busy getting ready for motherhood, and our son was going to come into the world any time now.
By the time I got home, I was so anxious to see Myra that I didn't even stop to get anything to eat. I just missed her every day and if I hadn't just taken on the responsibility of being co-president with Carter, I would likely just stay home with her all day, even if all I did was watch her.
I'm sure she wouldn't like that very much. Or maybe she would. Her pregnancy hormones had been turning her into a sex-crazed nymph and I wasn't arguing with her about that at all. She would often send me texts throughout the day wondering when I would be home to give her what she wanted, and there was more than one occasion that I had made a quick trip home for lunch in order to tend to my horny pregnant wife.
When I arrived home, I found her in the nursery, wearing a white paint spattered sports bra and black stretchy yoga pants. Her rounded belly was protruding and her hair was pulled up in a messy bun. I loved it when I got to see her like this, comfortable and without makeup. My wife was so incredibly sexy, but especially when she looked like this.
She was busy painting a small dresser. She had taken on the task of decorating the nursery in antiques, giving it a modern Victorian theme and it looked gorgeous. She had been scouring antique markets during these days, looking for perfect pieces. She looked up when she saw me and smiled, setting down the paint brush on top of the can and wiping her hands with a rag.
"Alec, I'm so glad you're home," she cried out, coming over to me and about to hug me until she realized I was still in my tailored work suit. She had errant spots of wet paint on her clothing so she held back. "Oops, I'm sorry. I've been painting. Check out this dresser that I found this morning, isn't it perfect? I just wanted to paint it baby blue and then give it a distressed look. Don't you think that'll look amazing?" She was grinning, her cheeks rosy, clearly proud of herself for her find.
"Not as amazing as you look right now," I said, eyeing her enlarged breasts.
"Oh, stop it," she replied bashfully. "I'm sorry I'm still running around here in rags. I was hoping that I would be done with this by the time you arrived home."
"Is that so?" I asked. "Why is that? Did you have something else in mind for when I got here?"
She giggled, her cheeks blushing into a rosier shade of pink. I put my hand on her belly and rubbed small circles over it. "How have you been feeling today?"
"Good," she said, then looked down. "Really good. Needy, though. I'm glad you're home."
"So am I," I said, feeling my cock growing inside my pants. I needed to get out of this suit as soon as I could before a mess was made by the paint or by other things.
She sighed. "I've just been going so crazy over all of this," she said, gesturing to the room. "There is still so much to do. I feel like I will never be ready, and time is running out." She looked down at her belly, which was admittedly getting larger by the day it seemed.
"I just hope I'm doing this right, you know?" She shook her head. "I've never done this before. How am I supposed to know what I'll need if I've never needed it before."
"Shh," I said, gathering her in my arms, not caring if she got wet paint on my clothes or not. "Calm down, honey. I've never done this before either, but you know who has? Lots of people. Your mother. Your friends. There are lots of people nearby to help us and they are going to be there when we need advice. So you have nothing to worry about. And the nursery looks great. I'm sure it will be well stocked by the time it's needed. But for now, let's just enjoy the house being silent and private while we can, shall we?"
She rested her head against my shoulder. "Thank you, Alec. You always know what to say to calm me down." She wiggled her hips against me and nuzzled my neck, causing my cock to stiffen again. Her ample breasts pressed against my chest and I let my hands wander over her backside, feeling the round firmness under my palms.
"Let's go into the bedroom and relax for a while," I said, leading her out of the nursery, which was across the hall from our room for easy access.
Once inside, I slid my jacket off and then helped her out of her bra, letting her heavy breasts swing free into my face. Her nipples were swollen and slightly darkened, and I couldn't wait another minute before reaching out and taking them between my index finger and thumb and then lightly pinching them. I sat on the edge of the bed and she stood between my knees, her tits at eye level. They looked delicious. I rested my hands on her lower back and took one nipple into my mouth, lightly sucking and nibbling as she ran her hands through my hair.
"Alec, that feels amazing," she cooed, her eyes lightly closed and her head tilted back. I took my time, switching from one side to the next before helping her out of her pants. The stretchy fabric slipped over her ass, leaving her naked body before me to worship. She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. I stood up, helping her to kneel on the edge of the bed where I had just been. She was too pregnant to do this comfortably any other way at this point, but she wasn't complaining and neither was I. There wasn't a nicer sight to see than my pregnant wife's beautiful ass bent over the side of my bed. She rested her forearms on the mattress and tilted her head back, waiting for me to slide into her from behind.
Before I could, I needed my lips on her first. I helped her onto her back, so that her legs hung over the side.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered to her, dropping to my knees and disappearing between her legs, parting her juicy lips and sucking her clit into my mouth. The best part about her pregnancy was her heightened sensitivity to my touch. She writhed in pleasure as I ate at her, licking and resting my fingertips at her entrance and then pushing gently. I teased and made her miss the feeling of fullness that my cock would provide.
I pressed against her opening, slipping my middle finger gently inside while I sucked hard at her clit, sending her into a screaming orgasm. Her thighs closed gently over my ears as her body tightened and then released. Her chest heaved, and she slowly sat up, flipping over and resuming her former position.
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bsp; "Please, fuck me," Myra panted. "I need more."
I kissed her on the mouth. "My horny wife needs more still? Okay, well, I guess I can make that happen." I took her hand and wrapped it around my hard, warm cock. "Is this what you want?" I asked her.
She squeezed. "Yes, yes please."
I growled, helping her get situated. She turned again, pointing her perfect ass at me and showing me a glimpse of her glistening pussy from behind. Her skin was reddened and engorged from the attention I had just given her, and she looked so warm, wet, and welcoming.
If I waited any longer, I was going to explode. I rested my hand on her ass and slowly slid inside, appreciating the way she stretched and clenched around me.
"Oh, yes, you're so perfect," I moaned, moving in and out of her slowly. I watched her face twist in pleasure in the mirror across the room, her breasts hanging beneath her and gently swinging with each thrust.
"Fuck me harder," she demanded, pushing back against me.
I did as I was told, picking up force, pushing my head against her back wall and watching me pull out of her slightly, only to do the same thing again.
I leaned forward, reaching beneath her and holding her breast in my hands. She moaned, another orgasm wracking her body, causing her to clench and choke my cock to the end. I groaned as I unloaded into her, my whole world spinning. When we had finally ridden our climax to the end, she rolled onto her side and I joined her, totally spent. We laid comfortably in each other’s arms, kissing and holding each other while gazing lovingly.
"I'm so glad that you're here with me," I said to her, kissing her fingers.
"I am too," she said. I looked between us, at the giant belly that was keeping our son warm.
"It's not going to be long before I'm not the only man in this house who loves you to the ends of the earth," I said, touching her stomach.
She smiled. "I hope so. I hope I can be a good mom. I know you'll be an amazing dad. He's so lucky."
I smoothed down her hair. "You're going to be an amazing mother, I already know it. There is no worrying about that. The only thing I worry about is getting enough of you." I touched her beautiful chest again, causing her to arch her back.
"Oh, I'll make sure he gets strategic nap times," she smiled.
"Do you want to feel him moving?" She asked, taking my hand and placing it on her belly. I rested my palm against her skin, and sure enough, I felt movement. It was the distinct outline of what I suspected was a foot.
"He seems to be really stretching out in there," I said.
Her face grimaced. "Yeah," she groaned. "He's made himself right at home." She sat up, holding her stomach.
"Excuse me," she said, tugging at her robe and looking uncomfortable. "I need to use the bathroom." She waddled out of the room, bent over slightly. "I think my stomach is just acting up."
I stood up, pulling on a pair of pants and a t-shirt, looking forward to a cozy evening spent on the couch with a movie.
"Alec," Myra yelled from the bathroom. "Come here, quick." She sounded distressed. I rushed into the bathroom to find her bent over the counter, a puddle beneath her. Confused, I looked up at her for an explanation. Had she lost control of her bladder? Did I need to get a mop? I was clueless.
"My water just broke. I'm having this baby right now. Get me to the hospital."
Epilogue - Myra
"Alright, where are the baking sheets?" I asked out loud as I searched the kitchen. I should be ashamed of myself for living here for almost two years now, and still not knowing where all the supplies were kept in the kitchen. In my defense, I had always kept a small and efficient kitchen, and never had to worry about where anything was since I only had a little space for storage. This kitchen had everything, and there were plenty of places to look.
Elijah, our jovial six-month old son, sat in his high chair, happily watching me with interest. He had been quiet for far too long, which could only mean that when we had the guests over for dinner tonight, he was going to let loose like a wild banshee. I could just feel it.
I had convinced Alec to let me plan a family dinner at our house to celebrate Elijah turning six months old. Really, it wasn't a birthday celebration for him at all, and instead a chance for me to get some contact with the outside world, and to make this house feel more like a family home by inviting Alec's brothers and my brother over to dinner. I was excited for the gathering, and happy to have a chance to socialize. I knew Marcus would bring Amanda, which was always nice for me, since we hit it off so well. Dylan would likely bring his boyfriend as well, and they got along with everyone they met. It was going to be a fun evening, and I couldn't wait. I suspected that I would have to put Elijah down by the time everyone got here and was settled in, but that was fine. This was a six-month parenthood survival celebration dinner, and it would be fun.
If I could find the baking sheets, I could make the appetizers. I had insisted in doing the appetizers and the dessert myself, just because I didn't want my cooking skills to get so rusty that I didn't even know my way around a kitchen anymore. I didn't mind having the help at all, but didn't want to turn into a reliant mother or wife.
The dinner would also be a celebration of the new job offer that I had decided to accept. It was only part time because I wasn't ready to be away from the baby full-time yet. I loved him so much, didn't know if I would ever be ready. I was excited to get back to work at least a little bit, though. I had finally found a company who was happy to hire me part-time, in the mornings only. I was going to back in my field and ready to move forward. Maybe I would switch to working full-time when Elijah went to school, but that was down the road and I had time to decide. For the time being, I wanted to just enjoy where I was.
Alec had been staying busy between his new role as a father and a CEO, and he was doing an amazing job at being both. I was so proud of him and so was everybody else. Of course, we were tired, as new parents often are, but we were happy and that was the most important thing. Parenting was getting easier the more we got the hang of it, too, and Elijah was an easy baby to love.
My phone rang and he began to cry almost simultaneously. That was how it usually went.
I abandoned my project and went to pick up Elijah so I could balance him on my hip while checking to see who was calling. It was Amanda.
I answered and put her on speakerphone while I got Elijah to settle down, which he did fairly quickly once I was holding him.
"Hey Amanda, what's going on?"
"I'm having some trouble and I need to make a decision. Do you have a minute or is Eli giving you a hard time?"
"I have a minute," I said, quieting down the last of Elijah's cooing noises. "What's the trouble?"
"It's Marcus," she said seriously.
"Oh," I said in a low voice. We’d had conversations about him before, and I knew she wasn't too happy with the way their relationship was progressing. She was looking toward the future, and he wasn't moving at the speed she would have liked. "What's the latest news?"
"There is no news," she said sadly. "That's just it. There hasn't been news in all the years that we have been together."
"I'm sorry, babe," I said sympathetically. "Did you talk to him about it again?"
"I tried to, and he doesn't seem to understand. Whenever I bring up the future it's like I am speaking another language. I'm just tired of waiting, Myra, and I am tired of talking about it, with him, and with you. I sound like a broken record, and I'm ready to stop complaining and do something about it."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, I think I am leaving him. I am about ninety five percent sure that I am. Like, today. I can't wait any more when I know what I want. He must know what he wants to, and it's not to get married to me, or he would have acted by now."
I sighed. I knew this had been a hot spot for those two for a long time. She had confided in me since before Alec and I were even married.
"Well, I know you have to do what is right for you. If that's your dec
ision, I support you, of course. When do you plan on having the talk with him?"
"As soon as he gets home today," she said. "He'll be home early because he promised to come to your dinner. Otherwise he'd be at work until bedtime. He's married to work, he can't have a second wife," she said bitterly.
"Wow," I said slowly. "Well, I still want you to come to the dinner. You're my friend, too, and I don't have many nowadays. It would mean the world to me if you came." I said, speaking louder than usual so that my voice could be heard clearly through the speakerphone. My days of having both hands free were long over since Elijah was born. I bounced him on my hip, hoping that he would keep quiet long enough for this conversation to take place. Amanda needed a friendly ear right now. "Maybe you can do it after?"
She laughed. "You're asking me to wait too? Really?"
"No, Amanda, I get it. I was just looking forward to seeing you tonight, and I figured if you had this talk with him then, I likely won't see either of you."
She sighed. "So you think I am jumping the gun?"
"I didn't say that," I said. "I really can't tell you what to do one way or the other. I wish I could. You're both awesome people, but yeah, if you want different things, you have to consider that. Did you just wake up today and decide to give him an ultimatum?"
"No, I've thought of it for a while," she admitted.
"You know what you have to do then. Communication is key. All you can do is tell him how you feel and see if he'll at least meet you half way. That's all a relationship really is, right? Compromise?"
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