by Jamie Knight
“Shit, man. Just drive,” I said, trying carefully not to yell.
But when my girlfriend was going into labor, how could I not yell? I called the hospital to prepare them ahead of time for a delivery.
Eleanor moaned with a bit of discomfort. Another gush of water came from her shorts, running down the car seat and onto the floor.
“I’m sorry,” I said to the driver. “She’s in labor. I’ll pay for the cleaning costs of your car. Just get there fast.”
“Don’t worry about the cleaning,” the driver said while weaving his SUV through New York traffic. “A baby’s a baby. We’ll be there in five minutes, I promise.” We pulled up to the labor and delivery entrance, and I helped Eleanor get out of the car.
“I was gonna help the lady walk, but you’ve got that taken care of already,” the driver told me when seeing Eleanor naturally leaning on my arm.
“Yeah. I’ve definitely got it taken care of already.”
I smiled and nodded. My girlfriend was in labor. There was a baby on the way. Life was good.
* * *
“My granddaughter is beautiful.”
Betty stared into Sophia’s eyes in her newborn crib. The apartment was crowded with four inhabitants instead of the usual two, but Sophia and Betty were family. Eleanor and I both loved having them around. And Betty provided the expertise in child-rearing that we lacked.
“She looks like me, don’t you think? Don’t you think?” Eleanor’s mother asked while holding up Sophia to her eyes.
“Well, I am her mother, and you are my mom, so —” Eleanor said, shaking her head.
There was definitely a resemblance between Sophia and Betty, of course. But there was even more of a resemblance between Sophia and Eleanor, and Eleanor wouldn’t let her mom forget it. Sophia had Eleanor’s sparkling green eyes, and in our imagination, at least, Sophia already looked like a little librarian. Her light-blonde locks of hair were exactly the same color as her mother’s.
“You’re showing off the sarcasm gene, I see.” I smiled at Eleanor and Betty. “Cheers.” I toasted them with a bottle of baby formula I’d prepared for Sophia.
Betty took her phone out of her pocket to add to her photo collection of the baby. Protectively of my daughter but trying to be polite to my almost mother-in-law, I lightly gripped Betty’s phone.
“Flash off, right?” I asked.
“Of course. We didn’t know that when Eleanor was a kid, though. Must be why she wears thick glasses now.” Betty looked at her daughter with a laugh.
“Or maybe I wear thick glasses because I’m such a hardworking librarian?” Eleanor said in protest.
In her worn t-shirt and sweatpants, she didn’t look much the part of librarian — more like a librarian on indefinite maternity leave, which was precisely what she was.
“Or maybe because they make you look hot.”
I nodded matter-of-factly at Eleanor and Betty. They both rolled their eyes.
“Can we stop bickering and just give Sophia her formula, please?” Betty was the voice of reason and practical motherly experience.
She’d raised Eleanor, after all, as well as having unofficially raised the neighborhood’s wayward kids. She lay her hand on tiny Sophia’s belly the same way I had lay my hand on Eleanor’s pregnant belly.
I passed the formula to Eleanor. She passed the bottle to Betty. Betty was still the expert.
“Give her the bottle like this,” she said while putting the bottle in Sophia’s hands, with the nipple to the little baby’s mouth.
“She’s drinking.” My love was beaming. “She always drinks right away when you give her the bottle. She never wants to drink when the bottle is from me.”
“Because of the way you give her the bottle. You’re so scared when you do it. She might think it’s pee or something.” Betty shook her head — a grandmotherly head-shake — and looked at Eleanor, then at me. “You have to be confident when you give her the formula. Show her that you’re sure this stuff is good for her. Otherwise, a baby won’t trust it.”
Betty would still have a lot to teach us, and she lived near enough to New York City to make that a real possibility.
“You two ready for another diaper-changing lesson?”
“Oh shit.” Eleanor sniffed at Sophia’s crib. “I don’t smell shit. Are you sure?”
“I can tell from the way she moves. She’s definitely got cargo in her diaper.” Betty lifted up the baby without asking. She started walking to the bathroom with Sophia, then looked behind her to make sure we were following behind. We were.
“We’re real parents now,” I whispered to Eleanor. I snuck a kiss on her ear.
“We’re raising a baby and cleaning up shit and everything.” Eleanor nodded.
I grabbed her hand and held her back slightly. “We should get married.”
She looked up at me. “Are you asking?”
I laughed and ran a hand through my hair. “I mean, I guess, I am. Should I get down on one knee?”
My love laughed as well. She pulled me in for a kiss. Before she could answer, Betty yelled for us to hurry up.
We walked to the bathroom behind Eleanor’s mother. I pressed my face into her shoulder blades. “I love you,” I whispered.
Eleanor turned her head and whispered back to me. “I love you. And I love our family.” I kissed the back of her neck again, then lightly nibbled, feeling the very edges of her hairline.
Betty piped up from in front of us. “No need to hide your love. You can say it loud. I’m proud of you two.”
I flushed red upon having been caught in a PDA moment by my sort-of mother-in-law. “Sorry. We’re just a bit — passionate about each other.”
Betty nodded, wisely, maternally. “Let’s see who’s passionate about cleaning baby shit.”
Epilogue - Eleanor
“Welcome to your new house, Sophia! Happy birthday. You’re five today!” I announced it to Sophia, to Aiden, to my mom, and to the world.
I’d made it to where I’d always wanted to be in life. I had not only a perfect husband but a perfect daughter, a perfect family, and a perfect house.
Sophia stood on the walkway up to the front door, looking up at the three-story townhouse's windows. In Sophia’s left hand was the pull handle of her Dora the Explorer rolling suitcase, in her right hand her prized authentic UPS messenger bag.
She couldn’t carry all her possessions herself — there were movers and parents and Grandma for that — but she could at least carry her own essentials into the new house.
Sophia knocked on the front door, as high up as she could reach. “Hello, UPS!” she called out. She’d learned that much from Aiden. “Hello, it’s UPS!” Her father patted her head and gave her a thumbs-up.
I had been carrying the master key. I unlocked the door and let Sophia push it open. She gasped when she looked inside.
“It’s my house?”
“Yes, of course, it’s your house, Sophia,” her grandma Betty said to her. “Will you let us live with you?”
“You can live with me. You’re my parents and my grandma.”
Sophia looked up at all three of us and nodded.
The place was beautiful. It was a cramped townhouse by standards anywhere outside New York, but it was palatial for New York.
“Oh, my goodness, these shiny floors. You two really outdid yourselves,” Mom said.
The hardwood floors gleamed. Restoring and polishing those floors had been Aiden’s and my weekend project for the last few weekends before move-in. During that time, Mom took Sophia on long walks around our new neighborhood.
“We did what we could.” I shrugged while wrapping my arm around Aiden’s beefy shoulders. “You did the down payment thing. We did the floor-polishing thing.”
“This really looks amazing,” Mom said, still looking at the floors.
“Amazing!” Sophia said in agreement, and pointed all around the house.
/> Moving into a Victorian townhouse for Sophia’s fifth birthday was financially draining but it was worth every penny. Mom had sold her house in the suburbs and agreed to become our full-time nanny.
Aiden pulled overtime hours at UPS, and I worked for home consulting for public libraries. Sophia provided cuteness, warmth, and the unstoppable energy of an adorable little girl.
Aiden lifted Sophia up into his arms. He looked into her eyes.
“Happy birthday, Sophia. Happy birthday.”
Our daughter beamed. It was Aiden who was almost crying. I knew that he was thinking that five years back, he’d almost had doubts about whether he and I could raise this beautiful, wonderful, life-changing baby girl.
That first night with me, Aiden had no idea how much it would change his life for the better.
When he drove his route, he said the picture on his truck’s dashboard reminded him of me, his gorgeous wife. And that the close-up photo he’d kept as a screensaver on his iPad reminded him of his most precious daughter and how she’d grown up so beautifully over these past five years.
“I’m five today!” Sophia announced, standing on her new house’s doorstep.
She didn’t have to announce her age for Aiden and me to know how quickly she’d been growing up. She was already on Facebook, “liking” her dads’ photos of her, and she could write her name and address with a pencil or an iPad.
Sophia was Mom’s baby girl almost as much as she was Aiden’s and mine. She relished being a grandparent to our girl and loved every minute they could spend together.
Mom had put up most of the cash for the townhouse. That was her present for Sophia’s fifth birthday. But I had a present of my own for my daughter. For quite a while now, I’d been sneaking over to the townhouse before the move-in date and working on converting one room to a library — Sophia's library.
It had bookshelves not just along the walls, but it also had library-style bookshelves in the middle of the room. None of them were taller than kid-size, so my daughter could reach. I’d even made a computerized library catalog on an Ipad and installed an antique card catalog that I’d bought from my former employer for decoration.
I looked forward to spending an evening explaining to Sophia how the old-fashioned card catalog worked. With one of her parents a librarian and the other a literature Ph.D., she’d naturally be fond of books.
There was even a copy of Khalil Gibran’s “The Prophet”— the book that had started the entire romance. We would read it aloud to Sophia one day.
Lord Byron, she could read on her own.
* * *
Our first night in our new master suite was exciting. I had purchased some sexy lingerie for the occasion, and once I knew that Sophia and Mom were asleep, I snuck away to put it on.
Aiden was in the shower washing off a long day of moving boxes and setting up furniture. Initially, I had planned on laying back on the bed and surprising him. Still, as he lingered under the warm water, I grew impatient.
“Almost done?”
I poked my head into the steamed-up bathroom.
His strong back was to me. Aiden had his head down against the tile, letting the spray warm his muscles. After all these years, his body still turned me on. The exertion of working for UPS kept my husband fit.
“Do you want this shower?” he mumbled, not lifting his head.
I stepped confidently into the bathroom — heels on my feet and a tight lace teddy covering little.
“No.” At the sound of my voice, Aiden turned. “I want you.”
His eyes roamed my curves from the swell of my breasts, pressed down by the tight lace, to the roundness of my barely covered pussy. My husband smiled, but his face didn’t light up. I worried that he might be too tired.
Aiden turned off the shower and opened the glass door. That was when I noticed that his long, thick cock was in his hands.
“Well, lady,” he said, the playfulness obvious in his voice. “I’ve got a big package for you here.”
He palmed his dick a few times, getting it harder right before my eyes. “
Where do you want it?”
I giggled.
“You can put that on the bed for me.” Aiden walked forward, big dick in hand, as I backed up. “But first, I need you to help me unwrap this.”
I gestured to my teddy.
The back of my knees hit the bed frame. Still, my husband moved forward. I let myself fall back onto the bed, legs opening up for him.
Aiden eyed me.
“With a package this pretty, it’s best to leave the wrapping on a bit.” He reached down between my legs, pulling the lace aside and feeling my wet folds.
His knees went to either side of my hips, locking me under his huge, muscular body. Lips hit my neck, making me squirm with pleasure. Large rough hands grabbed my lace-covered tits and squeezed them till I moaned.
Aiden was still dripping from his shower, but I didn’t care. Our lust was hot and undeniable. I had watched him lift and move boxes all day — a reminder of his strength and manliness and had wanted him for hours.
By the stiffness of the massive cock on my belly, I knew he had been thinking the same thing. Aiden rubbed his dick on me, tracing precum on the lace. It was dirty and sexy all at the same time.
He pulled back slightly, helped me part my legs wider, and pushed his cockhead into my folds.
Aiden wet his dick in my natural juices, making sure to tease my clit with the tip of his cock. Sliding back and forth for a while, he tormented me until I was begging for penetration.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
“What’s that, love?” Aiden bent down for comic effect.
I nibbled on his ear.
“I want you to fuck me.”
With one quick adjustment, his cock head pressed against my entrance. Aiden slid his massive dick inside of me, stretching out my pussy, making me feel incredible.
I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his sturdy waist.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I told him.
Aiden found my lips and kissed me deeply.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he promised back.
My husband shifted his weight till he was standing at the edge of the bed. With his hands squeezing both of my breasts, he started to fuck me. Slowly at first, but harder when I started to moan and gasp.
Between the clenched grip he had on my breasts and the feeling of his thick cock rubbing in and out of me, I could barely think straight.
My mind blurred as my core tensed up.
“Oh, God, you feel so good,” I moaned.
“Come for me, Baby,” Aiden ordered. “Come for me, Eleanor.”
I couldn’t hold out. My pussy clenched around his dick, begging for his cum to fill me up. Tingles spread up my spine like a light was filling my body.
Aiden grunted with me. He looked into my eyes as we came together. The impact of our orgasms increased as we experienced that bliss together.
Shakes and shivers covered my body.
I dropped my head back in exhaustion.
It had been a long perfect day.
I was ready to sleep.
After a few seconds, I realized that Aiden was sitting up on the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
He looked at me, a frown on his face.
“I just wish that we could make a little brother or sister for Sophia.”
I smiled and leaned in to kiss him.
“We already have.”
Taking his hand, I put Aiden’s palm on my belly.
“This time, I think it’s a boy.”
The shock on my husband’s face was perfect.
He was beyond joyful to have our family expand, and so was I.
THE END
Little Pumpkin
A Halloween Secret Baby Romance
Copyright © 2019 Jamie Knight Romance.
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Chapter One - Gia
It wasn't cold enough to see my breath, not quite, the air taking on the crispness only autumn could bring, the trees bursting in vivid orange and red, mixing in with the remaining green. I pulled my knee-length parka tighter around the skimpy dress the manager required for my job.
It took some doing to convince him to let me wear my Doc Martens instead of the black spike heels sported by most of the female employees. I had to polish my boots until they glowed, but eventually he caved. Wearing a dress that left little to the imagination was one thing; risking a broken ankle was another.
It’s not that I was insecure or prudish. I was actually pretty proud of my body. I was curvy but in all the right ways, which still tended to turn heads, my breasts and ass being particular areas of attention. I won't lie; it felt nice to be complimented on them.
But there was a time and place for everything, and what I objected to was being forced to show off my body at work, when it wasn’t of my own choice. But I had bills to pay, so I continued to don the skimpy outfit, and at least I got a win in with the Docs.
The restaurant was mid-level nice, at least in New York City terms. Everything went kind of weird when you crossed through the vortex onto Manhattan island. Prices jumped, crowds closed in and standards shot through the roof, the height of luxury almost anywhere else in the world being simply middling by Manhattan standards. Which was honestly why it felt kind of good to attract male attention, the standards of beauty and attraction being no exception.
I got through the door quickly, a few minutes late due to taking a bit too long to bask in the autumn beauty that New York never fails to deliver. Heck, there are even whole movies made about it and titled after it, so how could I not stop and look?
I did a quick scan for my manager, who was nowhere to be seen, luckily, and then got behind my podium, quickly ditching the parka behind it before I started setting up for the day. This wasn't really my dream job, though I could hardly complain. Most people start out a busser or even a dishwasher, and hostess is a step up from that.
