“This is funny?” I ask as she smiles at me. “Your dad’s going to cut my balls off if he heard that.”
Skye just shakes her head, before wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me, with an aggravated growl I pull her into me.
“Thank you,” she says into the crook of my neck.
My panic fades, even if her dad is pissed at me, at least I did this for her. We freshen up before exiting the bathroom and both her parents are in the kitchen, talking about the food.
“You okay sweetie?” Beth asks, concern etching her face.
“Yeah,” Skye sighs while running her hand over her hair.
“I heard moaning, were you sick? Shouldn’t you be over that this far along?”
I look over at Skye, cheeks flush and eyes glazed.
“Sometimes food smells trigger it, I’m fine,” she smiles, looking up at me.
Her parents return to talking and Skye takes my hand, giving me a wink. We carry plates and food out to the patio for dinner. The food is good, but I can’t taste it now that the initial reason for us coming here comes back to me. After dinner, we sit around the table, the sun is setting and the room fills with soft light. The conversation is at a pause, and I feel it’s now or never.
“Tony,” I state and all eyes are on me. I clear my throat, “I know the situation between me and Skye is maybe something you and your wife don’t understand…but I’ve loved her a long time, before she ever knew it, before I ever really knew that’s what it was.”
I look over at Skye, mouth hanging open in shock, while Tony looks stone faced, and I have no idea what the fuck he’s thinking.
“But, having this baby has made us realize, made me realize…I can’t live without Skye being my wife.” I swallow and feel like I might puke. “I want to ask you if I can marry your daughter?”
Tony looks at me still with a blank expression, before a small smile curls the ends of his lips. He looks over at Beth, but I can’t look anywhere over there, not sure what he’s going to say or what her reaction is. She must give some silent sign of approval, because Tony looks at me and says, “Of course, son.”
I can breathe again, thank fuck. Mustering all my courage I stand, moving over in front of Skye. Her eyes are glassy as I reach into my jeans pocket for the box holding her ring and sink down to my knees. Her mom gasps and so does Skye, bringing her hands to cover her mouth.
“Skye…I love you, you’re going to be my kid’s mom, and I mean, more than just little person.”
I place my hand over her stomach and look at the bump in question.
“I knew I felt something deeper for you the first time we met, and I knew you’d understand me, even if I didn’t. Everything makes sense with you, I want to be your husband.” My eyes trail up to hers and now tears are streaming from her eyes. “Will you be my wife?”
Before the words fully leave my lips, she’s nodding like crazy and pulling my face to hers to kiss me. I kiss her back and remember where we are, pulling my tongue back into my mouth since surely her parents don’t want to see that. Bringing the box up between us, I open the top to reveal the opal stone surrounded in a white gold setting. Her eyes widen before she bites her lower lip.
“I love it,” she hiccups.
Slipping the ring onto her tiny left ring finger, the band takes up the entire space between the base of her finger to her middle knuckle.
“I love you,” I tell her, placing my hands over our baby. “Holy shit.”
My eyes focusing on the small bump that I swear just kicked me, I watch as the movement happens again, Skye lets out a giggle and a sniffle. Taking my hands, she places them over the spot, and together we feel as our little person moves.
We stay a bit longer but Skye is itching to leave for some reason she can’t keep her hands off me so I have a sneaking suspicion as to why she’s so eager to go. Before we leave though, Beth had Tony take down boxes from the attic. They are Skye’s things from when she was a baby. Her mom wants her to go through them and tells Skye to take whatever she wants. Tony and I sit out on the patio by the pool as he smokes a cigar, and we pick up talking about classic cars for a while. He tells me how he always wanted a 1968 Ford Mustang 390 GT, which is what Steve McQueen’s character drives in the film Bullit. I tell him I’ll keep an eye out for one, and think I know exactly where to get it for him.
It’s nearly ten p.m. when we make our way back to the bedrooms where he leads me to one of the four doors in a hallway. I can hear Skye and her mom gushing over baby stuff as we stand in the doorway. They are both sitting on the floor; open boxes surround them and cover the bed, with piles of pastel fabrics fill the empty spaces. At first they don’t notice us, as Beth recalls a story in reference to the blanket she’s holding. I just watch my girl, she’s glowing and happy, a smile wide across her face. I wonder if our little person will look like her, boy or girl, it would be the most breathtaking baby, that’s for sure. I wonder if he or she will have dark hair like me or blonde like her, when I begin to think about these things, which I often do, it seems the wait to see our baby will drive me insane.
“Hey,” Skye says looking up at me.
“Hey.”
“Soooo,” she says with wide eyes scanning the area around her.
“You want to take all this?” I state because I know she’s about to drop that bomb on me.
“Yeah, but we can’t fit it in the truck,” she replies.
“I can get something from the dealership and pick it up one day this week,” I offer.
“We can always bring it to you, if that works?” Beth asks looking between us.
Skye looks at me, excited by the offer, but maybe also a little surprised. I give her a small nod, just before a grin spreads over her lips again.
“Yeah please, come next weekend and we can make dinner.”
For whatever reason, I also feel a little excited that her parents want to see us again, like a second date on my end. Although I’ve never really cared deep down whether people like me or not, maybe because it’s parents, knowing that they have accepted me, almost makes me feel a little proud.
On the drive home, Skye’s cuddled into my side along the bench seat. Kissing my neck and rubbing my thigh, my erection not shy in its presence. I know as soon as we get home she will be all over me, but I can’t wait, the closer we get home the harder my dick gets. Placing a hand over hers, I slide them up against my length and she moans against my neck, licking up and tugging on my earlobe with her teeth. We get closer to Plantain and the freeway ends, turning into traffic lights. and more cars as we drive through Bannister.
When we get stopped at a red light, I use one hand to undo my fly and groan with relief from the pressure of my jeans, while my other hand moves to the back of her head. The light changes and we begin to move, turning my head while keeping my eyes on the road to kiss her. She’s playful, teasing my lips and tongue but I am anything but, I want that mouth on my cock. Nudging her forward with my hand at her nape, hinting.
“Tell me what you want?” she asks. “This?” she teases, running her hand up and down my cock.
I sigh and close my eyes for a moment, it feels phenomenal but, no, this is not what I want.
“Take that perfect mouth of yours and wrap it around my dick, I want you to put me so deep you gag. When you pull back, I want you to suck as hard as you can, scraping your teeth on the head…and be loud, I want to hear how much you like swallowing my cock.”
Her body tremors, then she quickly moves her head down, sliding her ass further down the bench seat. The instant she puts me in as far as she can, pre-cum hits her throat and she swallows, causing us both to groan. She isn’t playing around anymore and doing what I told her to, we’re close to home thankfully.
The sensation is making me feel drunk, and I have to remind myself to speed up because I keep forgetting to press the gas. Her sucking and swallowing sounds fill the confined space, she’s gagging and with ever
y hit against her throat, a sound emanates that is making my balls contract. We get stopped on the last light before turning down our street, and I can’t help but rest my head on the seat back, eyes closing as I guide her head down onto me.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I’m panting and can’t stop moaning as her teeth teases the head.
“Yes, like that, I’m gonna come so hard you’re going to choke.”
My hand moves down her spine and between her legs, the skirt of her dress hinders getting to skin, but I still rub her, and feel as the fabric becomes wetter and wetter with every pass of my fingers. I hear a honk somewhere in the distance and open my eyes, looking to my left before turning. I see a car full of teenage boys, all four of their mouths are hanging open, and oops my window is down.
I give them a chin tip and a shit eating grin before I groan again. Skye’s hand and mouth working me faster and harder. As soon as I park in the driveway, I come and Skye makes a sound like she can’t handle the load that’s shooting into her mouth, but she keeps swallowing until my orgasm is over. Once she sits up and I have my bearings, I open the door and pull her legs towards me until her ass is on the edge of the seat, spreading her legs as I drop to my knees and get at her with my mouth.
22
“Skye, come on, we’re going to be late,” Nathan hollers up from downstairs.
“Coming,” I reply, meeting him at the bottom of the steps. He’s still damp from a shower and looks hot with his hair down and wet, as I finish rubbing lotion onto my arms. He kisses my lips quickly, before I pull away and head for the kitchen to grab the gifts. But before I make it one step, he’s pulling me back and cupping my cheeks.
“Beautiful,” he says, pressing his nose against my forehead and inhaling.
I smile and close my eyes, inhaling him as well, then my panties begin to dampen and I pull away.
“We gotta go,” I tell him before taking his hand and yanking him towards the kitchen.
Today is Maven’s shower at Missy’s house, it’s Sunday and instead of our normal dinner, we decided to surprise her with this. Missy, Katie, Em and I have been planning it for a few weeks now, and I’m so excited to see her reaction. I know she never had a baby shower with her boys, and to know that we’re doing something special for her makes me feel good. I just hope she’s not pissed about it being a surprise.
When we get there, Missy’s already decorated the back deck with balloons, and all the pink and blue shit you can imagine, down to the tablecloths, plates, and cups. Sven and Nathan begin grilling steaks as the guests begin to arrive, while us ladies organize the gift pile, and Katie takes pictures of the goings-on to give to Maven for her baby book.
“They’re here,” I hear someone announce right before Wyatt and Nolan come running into the backyard from the driveway.
Instantly they head to Nathan, the sight of them loving my man makes me sigh, filling my heart with the knowing that Nathan will be awesome with our kids. Dornan comes next, leading Maven by the hand, who looks stunning in a floral pattern maxi dress, as she looks at something on her phone. She’s talking to Dornan who clearly isn’t paying attention, due to the smile that spreads on his face at seeing the set-up we’ve created.
He stops, causing Maven to stop and then she finally looks up from her phone, gasping, placing her hand over her mouth. She’s only two months further along than me, and looks amazing. She thinks she’s fat, but she’s one of those pregnant women you see and hate, because they look like they ate a basketball and other than that you’d never know they were pregnant. Dornan leads her up the deck stairs, instantly Missy is hugging her. Maven starts crying and I know that feeling, fucking hormones. I feel myself begin to tear up, and wipe under my eyes.
“Wow,” Maven says, looking at everyone, “thank you.”
I smile as she walks over towards me, we’ve been doing this thing lately when we’re together and stand around and talk. We put our stomachs together for our babies to gossip too, it’s silly really, but we like to make up what they’d be talking about. We hug and yup, I’m crying. I glance over at Nathan who’s smiling at me, but I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to the party girl.
We sit in groups while eating like we always do, gathered together and talking. After dinner, we get into the presents. Maven doesn’t have anything from when the boys were little, so she needs everything. Missy and Sven bought the nursery furniture, Katie and Joey bought the stroller and car seat, while Nathan and I bought the high chair, swing, and bouncer.
Every time Maven opens a gift, you can tell how much this means to her, I can’t imagine going through two pregnancies with just me and Nathan alone. All the women ‘aww’ and ‘oh my God’ any time clothes, baby shoes, or stuffed animals are opened. Eventually all the men move to the lawn and start tossing a football around, except Nathan and Dornan. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by being the only man other than Dornan to sit proudly with his woman. I lean into Nathan’s side, his arm wrapping around me. I can’t believe this will be us in a few weeks, and then parents not so long after that.
“I love your ring,” Maven says to me.
“So you’ve mentioned,” I reply.
Seriously, she tells me every time we see each other. We’ve just eaten cake, and I think I might explode. Maven and I are sitting on a porch swing rocking slowly, while Dornan and Nathan sit on deck chairs beside us.
“What do you think it is?” I ask Maven.
“Hmmm, I think a girl,” she says.
Her answer changes weekly, and I laugh. Like us, they’ve decided not to find out the sex of their baby either.
“I know that’s what you want, deep down,” I say elbowing her arm.
“It scares me a little, I mean the boys were so easy and all their bits are on the outside, I don’t even know how to clean a girl.”
“I’m sure we can figure it out,” Dornan says with a smile.
Honestly, I think they both want a girl, and the thought of big, buff Dornan holding a sweet baby girl would be hot as hell. But then again, I also think of Nathan holding any baby and that’s hot as hell too.
“We start Lamaze classes tomorrow,” I state.
I watch as Dornan and Maven share a look, before acting like they didn’t. Dornan clears his throat before taking a deep pull from his beer.
“What?” Nathan asks.
“You’ll see,” Dornan smiles devilishly.
“Nothing…it just wasn’t for me,” Maven states. “I mean I get it, it’s comforting to think that breathing will help you during labor. But, it doesn’t. You’re still pushing something out of your body, I quit three classes in,” she shrugs.
Panic doesn’t necessarily take over in that moment, but it definitely makes an appearance.
“I don’t know, I mean I do yoga and we do a lot of breathing with that. So, I just want to see if I can somehow use it before contractions make me want to tear my face off, ya know?”
We all laugh, and I glance over at Nathan, when anything to do with labor is mentioned, the man tenses up. I don’t know why; he acts like he’ll actually be pushing the baby out or something. Reaching down he takes my feet and props them onto his lap, and with nimble fingers begins to rub his thumbs into the arches of my feet, and I literally have to bite back the moan. The four of us sit together talking, Nathan and Dornan about some sports thing, while Maven and I discuss plans for when we go into labor.
Maven asked me a few weeks ago if we minded watching the boys when she went into labor. She wants Missy to be with her and Dornan this time. Since her labors with the boys took over ten hours, she knows Sven probably can’t handle both boys alone for long. I was honored she asked and trusted us with her kids, we planned to have the boys just stay with us and we would bring them up to the hospital when Maven was ready, and that they could stay with us any time after that. Aside from my sister at one time, I never had a real close girlfriend. But I was beginning to feel as if Maven w
as replacing the bond of a sister I no longer had. After the party, we pack up the gifts and drive a trunk-load back to Maven and Dornan’s. The nursery at their house is actually painted, and just needs furniture to put together and move in.
It was still early when Maven asked if I could stay and help her organize the new things, Nathan nodding to me before I even asked. Our two pregnant asses sat on the floor, cutting price tags and opening packaging on clothes and bath stuff, blankets and booties. Tossing everything into piles to be washed, I waddled down to the basement to throw a load in, when I saw Dornan, Nathan, Nolan and Wyatt running around the backyard. The boys laughing and screaming, as they tried to outrun the monsters. I caught myself sighing as I watched Nathan, while rubbing a hand over my belly.
“We did good kid,” I say, looking down at my belly, and honestly, every day I thanked whatever cosmic destiny was at work the day I walked into the auto body shop and met Nathan.
Lamaze class wasn’t a total bust, Nathan liked that I got to sit between his legs with my ass on his dick, while I breathed deeply and made moaning sounds. All that was fine and dandy, until they decided it was time to show the birthing videos. I honestly thought Nathan was going to vomit, I thought I was going to vomit, and now I know why Dornan had the reaction he did when we mentioned taking the class.
Why the hell would they do that? It’s not like I can opt out of giving birth, it was like a scared straight tactic that wasn’t meant for educational purposes, but literally to make you scared to death of the actual inevitable. On the ride home, we talked about the class, and I decided I didn’t want to go back. Maven was right, my body knows what it’s supposed to do. I can do my yoga breathing, but really what good is any of that going to do in the long run? Needless to say, the next day at work, I had some hard-hitting questions for Maven.
“So what does your vagina look like?”
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