The Baby Contract

by Amy Brent

  I pressed the thumb of my other hand to her clit and began rubbing her in slow, tiny circles. More precise movements seemed to be more effective for her at this point in the pregnancy. It took less than a minute for her to start rotating her hips against my touch. She was powerless to it.

  I applied more pressure with my thumb. Her insides tightened around my finger. I knew she was about to come. I curled my finger back and forth, knowing this was what she loved the most, and she responded with a whispering sigh that gave way to a cry of ecstasy as she came. Fresh wetness slicked my finger, and I knew she was ready.

  I pulled my finger out of her and stepped between her legs. She wiggled her ass again for me playfully, looking back over her shoulder and biting her bottom lip. She watched as I pointed my cock down and entered her.

  Devon’s eyes closed, and she sank forward onto her elbows. She rested one cheek on the mattress as I moved slowly in and out of her. I would know when she wanted me to go faster.

  Her pussy felt so good around my cock. I could hear her as I fucked her, wet and soft around my shaft. I leaned deeper into her, forcing her open. She moaned. I could hear the difference and knew she was going to come soon. I took hold of her hips, forcing her closer to the edge of the bed so I could fuck her even deeper, and began thrusting in and out of her faster.

  She gripped the sheets fiercely and screamed my name.

  I fucked her harder. Our legs slapped together until, all at once, she was a shaking, quivering thing in my hands. She muffled her scream as her orgasm rocked her, and I slowed my pumps down so I didn’t come with her. I wanted to fuck her more.

  When she finished, I pulled out of her.

  “On your side,” I said. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  She did as I said, and I got up on the bed behind her. This position made her come even faster. She liked the closeness of it, and so did I. I slipped my cock between her legs from behind. I slid into her pussy easily, and she tilted her neck back so she was resting her head on my collarbone.

  I grabbed her neck with one hand and held her head up as I fucked her. With my other hand, I reached around in front of her to rub her clit. She moaned beautifully and ground her hips against mine, rotating them in slow circles.

  I kissed her throat and nibbled her ear as I buried my cock deep into her pussy. She stiffened in my grip, and I fucked her harder. This was it. I was going to come with her. She grabbed my forearm, her nails pinching my skin until she turned to putty in my hands, melting into the mattress and moaning with pleasure as she came.

  It was impossible to keep my composure. She was so sexy, so perfect, that I came with her. I lost control of myself and bucked wildly against her until I was done. We stayed like that, joined together at the hips and breathing heavily until we nearly fell asleep.

  Then I forced myself to get up and clean up. I pulled the blanket around Devon’s shoulders and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her lips. Her eyes were closed before her cheek returned to the pillow.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Devon

  I woke up in the morning feeling like there was a thirty-pound weight resting on my bladder. I tore the blankets off and waddled around the bed toward the bathroom. Ethan was gone. He had left for work hours earlier. He had woken me with a gentle kiss and told me he would see me that night. I had promptly fallen back asleep, which I regretted because as I made it through the bathroom door, I was gripped with panic that I might not be able to make it to the toilet.

  I was relieved when I did. That was the closest call I had experienced since being pregnant.

  I went about my usual morning routine after that. I showered and dressed in my favorite pair of maternity pajamas. They were fleece and pink and covered in little white snowflakes. I had a matching pair of slippers that were cozy on my feet as I made a cup of tea and toast, which I slathered with peanut butter. Peanut butter had become kryptonite to me over the last couple weeks. There was nothing better than it.

  I ate my toast and then wandered through the living room toward the nursery. We had painted the walls a cool gray, and everything in the room was powder blue, white, and navy. It looked absolutely beautiful. The crib was extravagant, and beside it was a high-backed elegant white rocking chair. I knew I would be spending plenty of hours there with the baby in my arms.

  The thought made me so overwhelmed with happiness that I started to tear up.

  I left the nursery and went to the living room where I curled up with a book I had been reading about motherhood. I was feeling a little stressed about becoming a mother soon, but the books had been helping me get more prepared. Knowing some things to expect was helping to ease my mind.

  Throughout the afternoon, I puttered around the house, doing some light dusting to keep myself busy and then deciding I would throw together a quick pasta dinner for when Ethan got home from work.

  By six o’clock, I was tossing the noodles into a pot of boiling water. The whole house smelled like garlic and tomatoes. I had made a tossed salad to accompany the pasta and was mixing it all together in a bowl when Ethan came in the front door.

  “Hello,” he called down the hall. I could hear him dropping his keys in the bowl beside the door and putting his shoes on the shoe rack.

  “Hi,” I called back. “In the kitchen!”

  He appeared in the doorway moments later. He was wearing a slick black business suit. The only thing on him that wasn’t black was his silver cufflinks that winked at me as he ran a hand through his hair. The movement made my knees tremble.

  “What are you making?” he asked, eyes roaming over the pots on the stove. “It smells like an Italian restaurant in here.”

  “Family spaghetti recipe,” I said proudly, taking the lid off the sauce so he could get a look at it.

  He raised his eyebrows approvingly. “Looks delicious,” he said, before letting his gaze settle on me. “And so do you.”

  I giggled and blushed. Somehow, he was still capable of making me feel like a high school girl suffering from a juvenile crush. “Down boy,” I teased, plucking a spoon from the drawer and stirring the sauce.

  Ethan stood behind me and rested a hand on my bottom. He gave my butt a nice little squeeze and followed it up with a slap. I yelped, and he chuckled deeply in my ear.

  “How much longer until it’s ready?” He asked.

  “Another fifteen minutes or so,” I said.

  “Hmm,” he said, the sound just a low rumble in his throat. “That’s just enough time to fuck you senseless, wouldn’t you say?”

  In all honesty, the job could be done in five minutes now. I couldn’t understand it, but for some reason, Ethan was able to make me come over and over within minutes. I knew it was partly due to the pregnancy, but part of me wondered if it was because of how close we had become and how good everything was between us now.

  “I’m not the kind of woman who will ever say no to you, Ethan Garrison,” I said coyly, putting my back to the stove. “I was hoping you would come home and proposition me.”

  “You’re incredible,” he growled.

  He was so sexy. He leaned in, burying his fingers in my hair, and drew me to him. He held me against his hard body, my belly swelling between us, and kissed me as he turned me around and away from the hot stove.

  He shrugged out of his suit jacket and began undoing his belt while I stripped out of my fleece pajamas. Somehow, he still thought I was sexy when I was drowning in thick fabric. I kicked off my slippers as he unbuttoned his shirt. I was naked before he was, and I savored the moment of watching him take his shirt off.

  When he was wearing nothing but his boxers, he lifted me onto the kitchen counter like I was still as small as I used to be before I was pregnant. His strength only turned me on more.

  He tapped my knees, and I spread my legs for him. He nodded approvingly as he pulled himself free of his boxers. Every time I saw him I thought he was bigger.

  He stepped closer to me, and I hoo
ked my legs around his hips. His cock pressed up against my slit, and he pushed forward until he slipped inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he filled me. I stretched to fit him and moaned as his cock hit something wonderful deep inside me.

  He stared into my eyes as he moved inside me. He was moving slowly, but each thrust was deep and powerful. I ran my fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, where I tightened my hands into fists. I drew him to me and kissed him.

  He held my hips and squeezed my sides as he built up to a faster rhythm. I moaned into his mouth as I felt my orgasm approaching.

  The tightness I was so used to was building up inside me. I needed a release soon. I was so close. I tightened my grip around his neck. Ethan worked harder, thrusting his hips upward so that he hit my G-spot.

  I moaned and closed my eyes. My toes curled. I was overcome with sheer pleasure as I came faster than I ever had before. When I opened my eyes, Ethan was smiling cockily at me. He was proud of how quickly he could make me climax.

  I smiled back as he pulled me down from the counter and took my hand in his. He led me to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower. Water spat out of the rain shower in the ceiling, and once it was warm and steam filled the shower, he pulled his boxers off the rest of the way and stepped into the shower with me behind him.

  He went to his knees, his cock dangling between his legs, and pushed my legs apart. He licked me up and down and teased me with his fingers until I came yet again. Satisfied, he stood, turned me around, and pushed me against the glass wall.

  My breasts were crushed against the glass as he entered me from behind. I moaned, and my breath fogged the glass even more. Ethan put his hand between my shoulder blades to hold me in place as he fucked me hard. The water ran over our skin as he reached around my hip and began rubbing my clit.

  My legs began to shake, and soon, I was coming again. Ethan kissed my wet shoulders and my neck. He drew my now wet hair to the other side and treated that side of my neck to more kisses. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. It all felt so damn good.

  When we were done in the shower, Ethan took his time to dry me off with one of his plush brown towels. He took his time running it over my skin and delighted in how hard my nipples were. He kissed my breasts as he dried me off, and then we went to the bed.

  He had me get on my knees the way he knew I liked and spread my legs as wide as they could go. My belly rested on the mattress as he entered me. It felt exquisite. I was so sensitive, sensitive enough to feel the head of his cock slip into me and slide against my insides. I could have sworn I could feel the veins of him inside me.

  I reached down and began rubbing my clit. Ethan held my shoulders so that I wasn’t pushed away from him every time he buried his cock in me. As he quickened and deepened his thrusts, I hung my head, pressing my forehead to the blankets.

  I cried out his name as something broke open inside me, and I came. I was so wet. I could hear my pussy taking Ethan’s cock as he grunted behind me. I knew he was about to finish too.

  “Come on, baby,” I encouraged. “It feels so good.”

  That was all he needed to send him over the edge. He came hard and fast and held his cock deep inside me. I could feel it pulsing and swelling inside me as he came.

  When he was done, we fell apart from each other. I lay down on my back and rested my hands on my belly as Ethan went to the bathroom. He returned a couple minutes later with a towel in one hand. He ruffled it in his hair, which was still wet and looked nearly black.

  Suddenly, I was wetter than I ever had been. I felt it leak out onto the sheets beneath me, and it was followed by an abrupt tension that felt like a bad period cramp.

  “Ethan,” I said, looking up at him anxiously.

  He froze with the towel still pressed to his head. “What’s the matter?”

  “The baby is coming,” I said.

  He looked dumbfounded. HIs mouth was slightly open as he stared at me. I parted my legs to show him the wetness on the sheets. “My water broke,” I said. “We have to go to the hospital.”

  “Right,” he said, the towel falling to the ground.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Ethan

  “How many minutes?” Devon asked.

  “Three,” I said. I was terrified. Her contractions were already only three minutes apart. Everything felt like it was happening so quickly.

  After her water broke, I helped Devon get dressed. Then, I hurried to put clothes on and rushed to grab our hospital bag which was in the nursery. I made sure I had my keys, wallet, and phone, and concluded that everything else was not a priority. I wrapped a blanket over Devon’s shoulders and called Eddison, who arrived outside the building within six minutes. By the time the elevator hit the ground floor, he was pulling up to the curb.

  Her contractions had started in the elevator. Her second one came as we got into the limo. Now they were getting closer and closer together, and I couldn’t recall a time where I had ever been so scared.

  With shaking hands, I fished my phone out of my pocket and made all the necessary phone calls. I called my parents and Heather first and told them we would be at the hospital shortly. Then I called Liam, whose reaction promised that this whole thing freaked him out too. At first, he thought I was pulling a prank on him. After telling him I was serious and we would be at the hospital, I hung up. I knew he would come.

  By the time we arrived at the hospital, Devon had broken out in a sweat. Her forehead was shiny, and her eyes were screwed shut with pain as I helped her to her feet. A nurse rushed to our aid and helped Devon into a wheelchair.

  I followed the nurse through the sliding doors to the delivery ward where I checked us in with the head nurse. Then we were brought to a room where our doctor met us and measured Devon.

  “She’s nine centimeters,” the doctor said as he looked up at me through his thick-framed glasses. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said to Devon. “We’re past the point of drugs. You’re going to have to do this naturally.”

  Devon clenched her teeth and nodded once.

  I went to her side and grabbed her hand. “You’re doing great, Dev. You can do this. I know you can. You’re so strong.”

  Her hair was soaking wet and plastered to her forehead. Her fists were clenched so hard that her knuckles were as white as the bedding she lay upon, and there was something in her eyes that told me she was as scared as I was.

  I closed my hand over hers. “Dev, look at me.”

  She met my eye and took a shaky breath.

  “When this is all done, we’re going to be able to hold our son,” I said. Then I pressed my forehead to hers and tried to will calmness into her.

  To my surprise, it worked. She sighed, and her fists became less tight. “I love you,” she said, and then she looked down at her belly. “And it’s time for you to get out, little man. Mommy and Daddy can’t wait to meet you.”

  The doors to the room burst open at that exact moment, and Devon and I looked up to see a very frazzled Heather rushing to the bed. She threw her arms around me first before pulling away and jumping up and down. She clapped her hands together and beamed at Devon.

  “It’s happening, you guys! I can’t believe it! This is so exciting! Dev, what do you need? Can I get you anything?”

  Devon shook her head and gave Heather a tight-lipped smile.

  “Ethan? You good? Need anything?” Heather asked, her eyes so wide, I could see the whites around her irises.

  “No, I’m good. Thanks, though. Things are moving along pretty quickly here. He’ll be here pretty soon.”

  “Really?” Heather asked. “I was expecting to have to wait a few hours.”

  “Doesn’t look like it’ll be that long,” I said. “She’s already nine centimeters. No drugs allowed.”

  Heather stared at Dev, who stared knowingly back. “I know,” Dev muttered through the pain. “Lucky me, right?”

  My phone started ringing. I answered it when I saw it w
as my parents. My father spoke calmly to me and asked where I was. I told him I would be out to meet them shortly. I kissed Devon on the forehead and told her I’d be right back. I left Heather in my place and hurried out into the hall and around the corner to find my parents standing near the registration desk.

  “Ethan!” my mother cried, rushing forward to hug me.

  My father gave me a hug too. “The big day,” he said, patting my shoulders. “How you holding up, lad?”

  “I’m scared out of my mind,” I confessed.

  “Darling, go along and see Devon. She needs a motherly influence in there right now. I’m going to have a quick word with our son.”

  My mother said nothing. She just smiled sweetly and hurried around the corner to Devon’s room. My father turned me to face him and looked me straight in the eye. “You have nothing to be scared of, son. Trust me. You’re going to have a healthy baby boy, and Devon is going to be fine.”

  “It’s not that,” I said, peering down the hall.

  My father squeezed my shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’re going to be a great dad, Ethan. I know it. I can feel it in my bones.”

  His words eased my mind. “Thanks, Dad,” I said, gripping his shoulder in return.

  “Come on,” he said, turning me around and steering me down the hall. “There’s a girl in there who needs you to be strong for her. Don’t let her get a hold of your arm hairs, whatever you do. There is no greater pain than that, I swear to God.”