Have My Baby: Baby and Pregnancy Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

  I had three minutes. Stopping off in the bathroom to make sure I didn’t look a total mess, it was a single-occupancy, so I could horrify anyone if I looked as frenzied as I felt, I made for the fifth floor meeting room. Affectionately known as Babble On Five.

  There were all there. Every big wig and fancy suit in the department. My manager, my manager’s boss and my manager’s boss’s boss. The trio of unquestionable power sat in a row at the table like a grim tribunal. Their faces stonier than Easter Island, betraying not an ounce of frail human emotion.

  “Please, have a seat,” said my manager, the boss and boss’s boss maintaining their monastic vow of silence.

  As though ordered by Pavlov himself I as down and waited for the treat I hoped was coming. There was something bout having your immediate autonomy hanging in the balance to really focus your priorities.

  “We have been going over your record for the last year,” the manager’s boss said, breaking his silence, “and I must say we are quite impressed.”

  The manager’s boss’s boss nodded in agreement. The flicker of a smile flickering on his unreadable face. I could only imagine how well he would do on poker night. Assuming he could still get anyone to agree to a game.

  “You are a very hard worker, always first in and usually last to go home. You usually only take one of your allotted coffee breaks and have never gone over time for lunch.”

  It took every fiber of my being not to laugh at the cosmic irony of such a thing being said on that day of all days. The universe might be mostly random but that didn’t mean it couldn’t have a sense of humor.

  “Your numbers are in the top five for the entire company,” her manager’s boss added, not adding the fact that the company was multi-national, “which I don’t need to tell you is very impressive indeed. Particularly for someone for so young. We thought about giving you a promotion but decided we need you right where you are doing what you are doing. You are however, getting a sizable raise on one condition.”

  “What’s that?” I asked, numb with shock.

  “For the love of Thor take a bloody vacation. We can’t have you suffering a heart-attack before your thirty.”

  “No, sir. I mean yes, sir, I’d be glad to take a vacation, thank you, sir.”

  I sounded like a pathetic toadie but I didn’t much mind. Not least because I was very much grateful to be free from my maternal shackles and the chance to go on a skiing vacation, possibly with Klaus.

  “Speak of the devil,” I mused, when I saw the name on my phone ID.

  Switching the sound back on, I put the phone to my ear with a shaking hand, hoping things might be turning in my favor.

  “Hi,” I said, trying to be casual.

  “Thank goddess for that.”

  “For what?”

  “I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to talk to me again,” he admitted, “I-I’ve really been missing you. I know it’s only been hours but it doesn’t feel like it. This is going to sound crazy but it almost feels like I’ve lost a piece of myself. Does that make any sense?”

  “You have no idea,” I said, trying not to openly cry at work.

  “That woman was my mom.”

  “Yeah, I figured that out. Trust me, she’s a cream puff compared to mine.”

  “Oh, you poor girl!”

  “I can handle it. More to the point, I can handle your mom too, I think. Bottom line is I’ve never felt with anyone the way I do with you, and I am determined to try and make this work.”

  “Would you like to come skiing with me?” I blurted, desperate to get right to the point.

  There was a scary silence on the other end and I wondered if maybe I had done something wrong.

  “When were you thinking?”

  “Next month. Sara is going up with her boyfriend and has invited us to go with them. The chalet is covered so the only cost is the lift tickets. We’d go up on Saturday and stay for the week.”

  “I’m not sure,” he faltered.

  My heart sank a bit. I really thought he would like the idea of skiing with me and his hesitation felt weird. Had I pushed things too hard?

  “Actually, you know what? I would absolutely love to go skiing with you next week. I doubt the company will fall apart without me.”

  “Will your boss mind?” I asked.

  “I am my boss. I started the company and have held on to power through cunning and subterfuge. As well as keeping the staff level low enough I can handle it all myself with no need for managers. No other managers anyway. I’m manager, president, CEO and director all in one. It saves a lot of time. As well as the fact that all the most important employees can work independently anyway.”

  “Very cunning,” I giggled.

  “I have my moments.”

  When I hung up, my hands were steady and my heart was sure. The only thing left to do was convince my mind that it was a good idea.

  Chapter Five – Klaus

  It was like a rollercoaster. The loaded car making slow steady progress further up into the alpine heights, land falling into valleys below us. Lakes and rivers as squares and ribbons of black or blue, depending on the pollution level.

  Sara and Arron worked together to pilot the treacherous mountain pass, the continuous promises of improvements from the political set never actually coming to pass. There being usually some mumbling on the theme of budgets and belt tightening whenever the issue was brought up.

  Alex was back to her usual, cuddly self, like the incident with my mom had never happened. As good as it felt to have her warm little body against me, the feeling went beyond the physical. Like there was a deeper connection. Physical contact was only one part of it as opposed the end in itself. We could go for weeks without seeing each other and the attention was just as strong. Alex had even had a run in with my mom and we’d come out okay. If Alex really was able to put up with mom’s shenanigans we really did have a good chance of making it work.

  Me dating Elsa had been mom’s idea. She was the daughter of a family friend and we’d known each other since we were kids. We got along so well it was just assumed that we would get married. It wasn’t an arranged marriage or anything like that. There were no dowries paid or contracts signed. Both sets of parents had just gotten the idea in their head and had refused to be dissuaded. No matter how strong the evidence. Including but not limited our frequent break-ups. We never really fought. That was the crux of the problem really. Elsa loved me but almost to a point that was beyond reason. She would get scary jealous of any woman I even talked to who wasn’t blood related to me but would follow every word I said. It was almost like she had no will ideas of her own, to the point that trying to converse with Elsa was like talking to a tape recorder, playing my own opinions back to me. Which was only slightly better than my mother who was more like talking to a brick wall.

  We kept our hands mostly off each outer the entire way up. Alex and I were both pretty private people and didn’t want to be heavy petting in front of others, even our friends who I doubted would mind. It was Sara’s idea that we get together in the first place after all. She would probably be happy to see how well we were getting on. I just drew the line at her seeing actually get it on.

  It was no great hardship to be limited to snuggle and the occasional kiss. In fact, it felt like it was necessary. A bit of time to reconnect after so long away. I suppose we could have dived right back into sex like we did on New Year’s but it didn’t seem right. The experience on Valentine’s Day had changed all that. I wasn’t quite sure what it was yet but there was definitely a deep connection. I wanted to experience Alex, not just fuck her.

  As the resort rose into view, I could feel my heart sink. It. Was one of the few such facilities in the region as well as the best. As such it was where I would always go to ski, both alone and with Elsa. It was one of the first things we did together, both of us being taught at about the same time, even thought she was a little younger than me. We both cri
ed the first time we were put into ski boots. To be fair we were five at the time, and it really was a new feeling. As kids other places are taught to ride bike, so we were taught to ski. On the straight away at first, our dad’s holding our hands as we slid across the top of the smooth powder. Most kids were at least eight before they were trusted with poles and nearly 12 before they saw even a slant, never mind a mountain. It was a slow process, but it worked out well and there had never been a kid inured or idled skiing as long as I could remember. Which seemed like it should be a statistical impossibility considering how many were doing it, which just goes to show what planning can do for you.

  The images came unbidden and wouldn’t go away. Endless nightmare visions of running into Elsa and her grilling me about Alex, the same way my mother did, the two of them seeming to be of one mind on a great many things. No doubt another reason why my mother was so intent on me being with Elsa. Not realizing that Elsa agreed with most people on most things, at least when it was in her best interest.

  “What’s wrong?” Alex asked squeezing my hand.

  “Just thinking,” I said.

  “Looks like it hurt.”

  “Just a little.”

  She squeezed my hand we started gathering our stuff along with Sara and Aaron. We all packed pretty light, so we could get everything into the chalet in one trip. The switch from freezing cold to toasty warm as sudden as it was welcome. Without anyone needing to speak a syllable, we split of into pairs and went to our rooms to unpack, taking care to close the door behind us. I wasn’t quite sure where we were, so I wasn’t about to sweep her in my arms and ravage her, even thought that was honestly my first instinct as I watched her bend over the bed, laying out her clothes before distributing them into the dresser.

  It was a bit of a challenge unpacking my own stuff while also watching Alex, but I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I’d never met a woman who could captivate me so much without trying.

  Strange as it might seem I was pretty sure she knew. That she could feel it on some level, and more to the point quite agreed. Going back over to the bed she bent over again, pulling her jeans down to he ankles followed closely by her cute, white cotton panties.

  Moving like a man possessed, I went o her, my gaze glued to the beautiful sight of her tight pink pussy. She gasped and rose slightly as I pressed my palm gently up against her warm girlhood. I didn’t move at first, giving her time to get used to being touched there.

  When I felt her relax, her entire body seeming to exhale, I stroked my hand lightly across her delicate lips, savoring every little gasp and moaned as I warmed her up. Getting her nice and wet, I slipped two fingers inside her and lay a hand on the small of her back as I started to move. Stroking the inside of her pussy, running circles on her clit every so often. Alex quivered and moaned beautifully as I worked her, her sensitive little pussy responding perfectly to my touch.

  Sweet Alex moaned as she came, a shudder running through her like ripples on a still pond. I stroked her supple skin, trying to ease her as her legs began to shake. I reached around under her and slowly unbuttoning her shirt, continuing to unfasten her bra when her shirt was gone. Naked but for her jeans, panties and socks, I turned her over on to her back, lifting her jeans up and of along with her panties followed closely by her socks.

  Starting at her lovely feet, licking and kissing her sensitive soles, I caressed my way up her legs alternating kissers and licks from on to the other going along her calves and along her thighs towards her sweet, wet pussy. Putting her legs over my shoulders for support, I took her gently by her thighs and moved in, caressing the flat of my tongue the length of her silken lips, making her shudder and moan with delight. It felt wonderful to help her feel so good. I also just genuinely loved licking her. She was just so soft and warm and sweet. Part of the reason why I licked her like her pussy was candy, it actually kind of tasted like it. All pussies tasted great as far as I was concerned but Alex’s was different than any other.

  I was easy at first, going nice and easy to get her warmed up and ready before dove right in and devoured her sweet little pussy, eating her out like a man possessed. Sweet Alex writhed and screamed, ruining her fingers through my hair as I pleasured her. Pushing her pussy even harder against my lapping tongue.

  She came beautifully, her back arching as she wailed hymns to Venus, her nipples going rock hard as the orgasm shook through her. Crashing back down on the mattress, she gasped to catch her breath as I softly licked her clean.

  “May I please suck your cock?” she asked, almost shyly.

  “Of course, sweetheart,” is said, stroking her belly.

  Helping Alex up into a sitting position, so she was perched on the edge of the bed, I took off my clothes as well, my rock hard cock springing out at her. Completely unphased she took my throbbing monster gently in hand and began to tenderly work it with light, fluid strokes that sent pleasure tinging through me, making me shudder.

  She kept up the stroking with one hand as she cupped and massaged one of my balls with the other, running her tongue around my remaining ball before sating it into her mouth. If nothing else she was stupendously good at multi-taking. I wondered what other hidden skills she might end up showing.

  Treating both my balls to her luscious mouth and gentle touch, she caressed her tongue up my shaft and swirled her tongue around my head. When I was getting very close to coming from the tongue action alone, she stopped. Pausing just long enough to take the edge off the building pleasure, she dropped her hot little mouth over my head and started to suck. Starting out light and tender, she deepened in both length and intensity as she went along. Going from sucking gently, rotating her mouth around my cock and her tongue around the head of my throbbing cock. She then started mixing in hard sucks where she would go straight back and forth, deep-throating me as she sucked hard. Then she would go back to the gentle rotations just before I was going to cum, timing it perfectly.

  After nearly an hour of this she finally took pity on me and took me hard and deep until I filled her mouth with my load. My cum blasting down her young throat, my sweet lover swallowing down every last drop.

  I pulled my cock from her mouth, making her nearly whimper with the sudden denial, and kissed her deep. She seemed happy with that and we made out for a long time, reconnecting on a more spiritual level. Our souls seeming to become entwined. There were stories back home of lovers who were destined for each other. Mates ordained by the universe. I wasn’t sure if I believed it, but it would sure explain a lot.

  Turning her over onto her belly, I got Alex into proper doggy position. Getting into position behind her, lightly stroking her pussy. Sweet Alex moan delightfully as I warmed her up, first with my fingers, then with my tongue. Using both to work her to a massive orgasm.

  Her pussy got tighter around my fingers as she got ready to come, the sweet quivers of bliss already manifesting in her tender body. Getting her to suck my fingers clean, I moved it to her hip as I used the other to warm up her pussy with the head of my cock. When I felt her relax I slipped inside. Alex let out a small gasp but didn’t pull away. Quite the opposite in fact, pushing her hips back to slider her tight pussy even further along my hard cock. Taking her by both hips, I eased my cock even deeper inside her and started to pump. It had been a while since we’d fucked so I took it easy on her.

  I could feel her pussy adjusting to my cock, making room to accommodate me. A process that was going a lot faster than the first time we got together. When she was nice and relaxed I went a bit faster. Her breath quickening in kind. Slowly, she began to move as well, rocking her hips gently back and forth, working my cock as I fucked her.

  Working in sweet harmony, we both started to cum at the same time, Alex trebling violently against me, as I filled her her up with a massive load. My cum blasting deep inside her sweet pussy.

  Unable to hold on, Alex collapsed face first onto the mattress. Panting like she’d just run the ten-minute mi
le. Stroking her back, I slowly eased out of her, replacing my cock with a purple of fingers, stroking her as she recovered.

  “How do you feel, baby?”

  “Wonderful,” she grinned, her voice still weak.

  Scooping her up into my arms, I carried Alex into the en suite and ran a warm bath. Easing her down into the warm, soapy water, I let down her hair and set about cleaning her all over. Paying particular attention to her delicate parts, before setting about washing her hair. Sex was one thing but there were other forms of intimacy that required equal, if not higher levers of trust. Bathing was definitely one of them. Else and I used to fuck each other’s brains out, but she never let me touch her in the shower, on the one occasion we did it together, let alone wash her hair. It was one of the first warning signs our relationship probably wasn’t going to work.

  I was used to people being afraid of me. Particularly at first sight. I was bigger than most and cloud clearly overpower most people. Not helping much was my general expression which my friends used to call ‘resting psycho face.’ A bit of a stretch, but I did look pretty intense, that much is true. Combine that with my commanding height, beefy frame and sometimes stern disposition, I might as well have hung a sign around my neck that said DANGER: DO NOT APPROACH.