by Kaylee, Katy
That was always a plus.
“Excuse me, Ms. Martins-“ Twisting at the call, a smile stretched my lips without thought, and a second newsperson- a man- flashed me a small grin. “What made you make the decision to close the bakery at 3pm? Do you think you’ll do well enough not to need the walk-ins on their way home from work?”
“We open for 7am, but that really means that people are here baking at 5am. I can’t close any later without risking their health. I’m not too concerned about the walk-ins that I might get because of the location of the place- it’s really not going to make a huge difference, anyway. At some point, I’m hoping to start up the catering and delivery part of my restaurant, which will include the bakery, but I probably won’t get into that until next year, at least.”
“With your restaurant in San Francisco, you had close ties to local hospitals and retirement communities- the health pillars of your area. Are you looking to do the same thing here?” Shaking my head, I rubbed my belly absently as the newsman stuck his mic out for me. A certain stain of guilt spread across my chest, but I shook it away as I opened my mouth.
“Ah- no, unfortunately not. That was more of a happy accident. I’m more than happy to revisit the idea, but this city isn’t San Francisco. I do want to clarify that I never had any formal arraignments with any healthcare providers. If I was asked to do an event- sure, of course, I would definitely agree. However, that also took place towards the last two years of my operating, and I haven’t been open six months, here.”
“Do you have anything to say to those that have been to your followers on social media? The marketing campaign has seen some explosive feedback- there were even a few people from other countries that claimed to want to come try your food.” My brows shot up at that, and a bark of laughter escaped me as I nodded. I knew exactly who he was talking about, and he thrust out the microphone when I licked my lips heavily.
“Yeah- this girl and her class live in Quebec, and they’ve been lobbying their school for two years. If they managed to get all the way down here, their trip’s on me.” Grinning broadly, I heaved a happy sigh as Ryan held me to him, content to be arm candy, and excitement for the future flooded my chest.
Gwen
Cracking open my eyes, I blinked blearily as Ryan’s hands massaging my legs slowly filtered into my tired mind. Rolling onto my opposite side with a groan, my heavy limbs ached from all the activity the day before- wait… how long was I asleep? As if anticipating my question, Ryan cleared his throat, and I reached to rub my eyes with loose fists.
“You’ve been asleep for almost 18 hours, baby. It’s 6pm on Thursday.” Stretching the sleepiness from my legs, I searched blindly for a pillow to hug, and Ryan crawled up to kiss my cheek. “You worked so hard yesterday.”
“I di-i-id… didn’t I?” Smiling lazily, I sighed as he returned to massaging my legs, and memories floated up from deep in my puttering mind. “It’s really open… huh…”
“Yeah, Gwen- it’s really open.” Goosebumps washed down my legs when he grazed his teeth over my ass cheek. Kneading my inner thigh, Ryan kissed my other cheek as he gingerly pushed my knee out. “You’re so amazing.”
The praise warmed my core, and I sucked in a sharp breath when Ryan circled my clit with coarse fingertips. Slithering up my side, he pulled my pillow out of my arms, and a lazy groan of protest slipped from my lips. His own brushed my jaw and cheek while his fingers rubbed gently, and the lethargic pleasure of it created a sludge of my blood.
“I’m too tired…” Licking the corner of my mouth at my whine, Ryan ground insistently against my ass, and I cracked open my eyes. Flickering to his face through blurred lenses, grogginess scattered my thoughts, and he kissed me deeply. Affection blossomed in my chest, and his hand between my legs picked up its pace.
“Just relax and let me take care of you, Gwen.” The assurance clogged my throat, and Ryan spread my folds with expert care as my need for him flushed my cheeks. “I don’t think I’ll miss pregnancy sex.”
“Why?” Breathing the question as he rubbed my clit with the butt of his palm, I gasped as his fingers slipped inside me. The intrusion jolted my mind, but it wasn’t enough to get it going properly.
“I just get tired of fucking your ass because I’m afraid of fucking your pussy. I mean- a baby is going to come out of that thing, right, so I have to be careful.”
“You’re such a man.” Smiling as memories slowly filled my inner eye, I tilted my head for Ryan’s kisses. His cock against my ass cheek twitched, scorching a rut into my flesh from his thrusts, and I reached down blindly to stroke his length.
Ryan had been absolutely freaked out when my OB told him that sex could induce labor. He was careful before that last appointment, but now, he refused to go anywhere near it. At this point, I just wanted this baby out of me, and I shivered when Ryan twisted and curled his fingers inside me.
“A man that loves you…” Carefully hoisting my right leg over the crook of his elbow, Ryan grumbled lowly as he kissed my lips. “I love you, Gwen- I’m so damn proud of you.”
“I’m proud of me, too.” My breath hitched when Ryan straddled my left thigh, and he pulled back to poise his cock at my entrance. Grappling for a sheet, I ground my teeth as he thrust to stretch my entrance, and my walls undulated with sheer expectation. “Oh-h-h God… Ryan- Ryan…”
“It’s okay, baby- I jerked off before waking you up. Just take it.” There’s no one more considerate. Ryan tugged on my leg, and my skin burned as I slid a little down the silk sheets covering my bed. Reacher deeper into my channel, he groaned as my orgasm ripped through me, and he wasn’t even all the way in, yet.
“Yes-s…!” My moan wrenched from my throat as I curled sharply, and my baby wiggled and wormed inside me. Ryan’s pelvis clung to mine, and I gasped desperately for air between undulations. The coarse hairs on his thighs rubbed mine raw, and I panted shallowly as he pulled back to thrust a slow, easy pace.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum, baby.” Sweat slicked Ryan’s palms, and he rasped harshly as I whimpered. His cock stretched my walls, caressing the quivering flesh, and my abdomen tightened as he reached to palm my baby bump. Even that was an action filled with tenderness, and I clenched my jaw as pressure built behind my eyes.
“Oh- yes-s-s…” The atmosphere choked me, thickening with need and emotion, and I groaned gutturally as Ryan thrust. His slow, savoring pace sent shocks up my leg, but there was no part of him that was rough, now. Even his balls didn’t slap against my core, and I covered his palm with mine to squeeze hard.
Hot, throbbing, Ryan’s cock forced pulsing waves of pleasure up my spine, and my neck strained as I gave in to them. His hand flexed against my bump, and I moaned a high-pitched sound when he leaned over me. Being ever so careful of my leg, he ground his body against mine with his thrusts, and my eyes rolled from the euphoria. Warm, shallow breaths flowed between my breasts, and his hand left my bump to knead my breast.
“I’m so fucking proud that you’re mine, Gwen- I fucking love you, you know that?” Nodding as I shuddered from the force of my orgasm, I panted harshly, and the pink fog in my head grew denser. Sucking my nipple between his teeth, he squeezed my breast hard, and I arched sharply in a silent plea for more. “Yeah-h-h- I love this fucking gorgeous body…”
Sweat slickened my skin, and I bit down on my lower lip as Ryan shuffled to shove his face between my breasts. His hot, open-mouthed kisses and licks and sucks sent shivers down my sternum, and I groaned in protest when his cock slipped out of my channel. Setting my leg over his, he gripped my ass tightly, and he captured my lips as he found my entrance without any assistance.
“Tell me how much you love my cock.” The rasp tugged a whimper from deep in my chest, and Ryan rocked my hips back and forth as he thrust. Opening my mouth, my dried tongue only worked enough to roll of a moan, and my thighs trembled in preparation. “Yeah- yeah, baby- fucking cum…”
“I’m c- cumming- I’m cumming…
Ryan- Ryan…!” The pressure behind my eyes flooded down my neck, and I choked on my moan. Ryan’s hips ground against my thighs, his mouth hovering close to mine to swallow my gasp. Spasming around his cock, I sputtered slightly as he squeezed and pushed on my ass to thrust deeper. Riding my orgasm, his pores dribbled with victory and pride and affection, and I gasped for air to fill my screaming lungs.
“… Y- you know-” Throwing my arm lazily over his side, I heaved a thick breath and gulped down the cotton in my mouth as Ryan hummed softly. “I don’t know how to tell you this… but… pretty soon, the only way this’ll work is if I give you head.”
“Don’t say that- I love your blowjobs, but I need something to break it up.” Grabbing my legs to hoist up my knee under his arm, Ryan buried his face against my sternum to groan lowly. “I’ll get some lube and fuck this part behind your knee-“
Rasping a laugh, I kicked out my leg and flexed my feet when Ryan tickled the spot, and he smirked against my skin.
“No- seriously, though. I can go a couple weeks without sex, you know, Gwen. Especially if it’s for my little man.” Trailing up my thigh and to my belly, Ryan palmed my bump, and our baby kicked weakly against him. “Plus… I’m terrified. I don’t want him to come out any earlier than he should.”
“Ever since that thing with Thomas happened… I’m not so worried, anymore. We’re going to be great parents. It won’t be so bad.” A small frown tugged at my lips at the mention, and I sighed heavily. “Have you heard from him? It’s been almost a month- I know that he texts Dad just to let him know he’s not dead, but…”
“Baby- Tommy’s having an identity crisis. He’ll be okay. It’ll take him as long as it takes him.” Worry etched between my eyebrows, and Ryan propped his cheek on his fist to sigh through flared nostrils. “It sounds nice, telling people you’re thinking of dropping everyone, not saying a word, and working on yourself- but it’s harrowing for the people you leave behind. Tom will be fine, and when he comes back, he might even tell you in person, Gwen. Also, he hasn’t gotten anything in the mail from his job, so he’s still going every day.”
“Okay- yeah… yeah, he’s fine.” Nodding to myself, I licked my lips before changing the subject ruthlessly. “Um- have you been thinking of a name for our son?”
“I was thinking Cockblocker-“ Chuckling as I smacked his chest, Ryan grunted and pressed his lips to my forehead before continuing. “No- I don’t have any idea, no. What about you?”
“I was thinking… Conner…?” Ryan wiggled down to kiss my bump, and anxiety curdled my blood. In just six weeks, this baby would be born, and I wasn’t at all ready for that. The nursery was still just the spare room, and Ryan and I kept promising to work on it only to put it off.
“I like that… Conner…” Pressing his cheek to my bump, Ryan smiled as he got a food to the chin. “He likes it, too. Conner. Conner Shaw.”
Ryan
“Baby- what do you think of this color?” Holding up a swatch to tap the same blue as Captain American’s costume color, I smiled when Gwen didn’t turn me down outright. Her slender brows furrowed, and she snatched the swatch to stare through narrowed eyes.
“I like it. Maybe we could have some red, too… like-“ Flipping through the other swatches in her hands to point at a lighter red. “-we can paint, like, boxes. Like, dark to light blue, with red border. What do you think?”
“I like that idea. So, let’s get a gallon of each?” I couldn’t be happier that we finally had a plan, and Gwen nodded firmly. Casting a foreboding look at the wall of swatches, I took the two from her that we agreed on before she changed her mind- again. All of the blues were good, and the red would work with all of them. We were three weeks away from her giving birth, and I wanted the nursery to be done before she ended up in the hospital. Walking up to the associate, I cast her a smile as I set the little pieces of cardboard on the counter.
“We’re going to get a gallon of each of these, and one of this red-“
“And this gray.” Slapping a third swatch next to them, Gwen beamed as she tapped a light gray, and I smiled. “We can do the trim and stuff this color.”
“I’ll get that mixed up for you, sure.” Taking the swatches, the employee shuffled off to the computer that made the colors, and I leaned on my forearms on the counter. There was still so much to do; we were putting in new carpeting, buying things left and right- if Gwen saw anything she thought was remotely cute, it went into the cart.
“The crib just arrived. Are you sure the carpet guys are going to be finished by the time we get home?” Nodding firmly, I glanced back at our cart to make sure that nothing happened to it. Everything we needed to paint the room was haphazardly, and I reached to rub my jaw absently. We’d gotten Conner’s name in wooden letters, but Gwen wanted to paint those on her own.
Not that I was complaining, because I was going to be doing everything. Paint fumes were bad for her, after all. Her father had been incredibly helpful, and her mother just nagged all the time about I can’t wait until the baby’s born… He was supposed to meet us at the house, but I hadn’t even seen her physically in quite a while.
In fact, I hadn’t seen Gwen’s mother in person since before my parents came to town.
Shaking away the thought, I turned my gaze to Gwen as she looked around impatiently. Affection wormed deep into my chest, and my fingers twitched to grab hers and never let go. I’d been in love with her since I was 12- bah… I didn’t know what love was then. Mine was a crush that just compounded with protectiveness over what she went through with Craig.
But, now, it really was love.
“So-“ Clearing my throat roughly, I drew Gwen’s attention as I twisted to face her fully. “I’ve been meaning to ask you if you’d come to a promotional event with me next week for S&R. It’s cutting it a little close, so I wasn’t sure if you’d feel up to going…”
“Oh- um, okay. We can do that- wait, where is it? I can’t fly, Ryan.”
“That’s okay- It’s in Atlanta- an hour drive from here. Unsurprisingly, southern girls love me for some reason.” Smirking when Gwen rolled her eyes, I admired her pinked cheeks for a long moment before speaking up again. “I usually take my co-star as my date, but I thought that would be a little rude considering. She’s taking her husband this year, anyway, so that’s not really an option.”
“Sure- I’d like to go. I’d love to meet your co-stars. I’ve been so focused on my career… I kind of forgot about yours.” The guilt in her tone warmed my chest, and I closed the distance between us to hug her to me.
“It’s okay- there’s so much time between filming that even I forget it sometimes. With this movie, I’m going to end up filming from October on, and I’ll probably end up going straight to L.A. to start shooting for S&R. By then, your managers should be able to cover things so you can come with, right? Even if you work, at least we’ll be able to chill out in the nice weather.”
“Yeah- yeah, I think so. Everything been going so well. It’s so much easier this time. I should definitely be able to remotely manage things for a little while. I mean- I wouldn’t want to be gone for two months or anything crazy, but a couple of weeks shouldn’t be terrible.” Rubbing her head, I kissed Gwen’s crown as I reflected on her words. She wasn’t living on eggshells, per say, expecting something to go horribly wrong, but there was this anxiety about her because everything had gone so well.
Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, of course… at least, that’s what I tried to tell her.
Gwen’s restaurant and bakery had been open for a collective two months, and things were booming. She made more money than she was expecting, and she gave all of her employees bonuses. The managers were fantastic, and her daily visits had stepped down to three or four drop-bys a week. If either manager had an issue, Gwen fixed it that day.
I had no doubt that by the time October came around, she’d be okay about the idea of taking off across the country and relying on a good internet connection.
“Let’s go pay and get home. I don’t know if your dad can lift that crib box all by himself.” Hoisting the cans into the cart, I chuckled when Gwen huffed, but she only shook her head. Her father was strong and smart, sure, but he was 68 years old. “Do you want to stop and get something to eat before we go? Are you still craving Kentucky Fried Chicken?”
“Yeah… I am.” I love her so much. Even as she confessed her sin, Gwen scrunched up her face in disgust, and I chuffed a laugh. “It’s not funny- that stuff is disgusting and bad for you.”
“Baby, you’re 7 months pregnant. You’re allowed to eat a whole large side of mashed potatoes. It’s not like it’s an everyday thing. You’ve only done it once before, so I doubt you’ll clog an artery.” She moaned and groaned and complained all through checkout about how much she hated fast food, and I only nodded and hummed when needed. My mind wandered, and I glanced around the relish these moments when no one really knew who I was.
Bruce fucking Willis, man… and there was potential for a second movie, too.
Goodbye anonymity. I didn’t really want to be insanely famous, with people sitting outside my house at 3am trying to get a picture of me. That was just annoying. It came with territory, though, and I wouldn’t give up acting for anything. Even though I had to put it off for a while, I would make it a point not to quit completely.
Besides, I liked having money, and I wasn’t spending it on 4.5$ million-dollar houses or some shit that I don’t even spend any time in.
“Is that Thomas?” Pausing on the way out of Lowes, I glanced in the direction Gwen was pointing. The hardware superstore shared a parking lot with Walmart, with a few small stores and a hotdog joint in between, and surprise rocketed through my chest. Thomas sat, enjoying the beautiful weather, with a young, hot chick that I couldn’t see very well because of his big, fat head.
He’s not bald or lost any weight, though. Whatever they were talking about made Thomas laugh, and I pushed my cart down the sidewalk without thinking.
