by Lea Kinkade
“Here’s your juice. Taylor got a bunch of DVDs for you. I installed a small fridge in the bathroom with some cold drinks in it. All decaffeinated, of course. The doctor said you should stay away from caffeine for now. I’ll add orange juice to the stockpile. There’s a container of cheeses, turkey, and some veggies for you to snack on between meals. I’ll be making the meals and we'll eat up here. I told Taylor what some of your favorite foods were, and she stocked the kitchen. My mom dropped off some food, too.”
“Thanks, Xander. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” She had to smile at his earnestness. “Do you have work you need to do, or do you have time to watch a movie with me?”
“Angel, I told them not to bother me today. I’ll return some calls tomorrow while you’re resting. Otherwise, I’m all yours.” He sat next to her on the bed.
“Oh. I also got us these.” He reached over to his side of the bed and picked up several books from his nightstand. Jordan hadn’t noticed them there. “I didn’t know which one to get, so I got several.” He held up the books for Jordan’s inspection. In his hands were three books on pregnancy. Surprised and touched, Jordan smiled softly at him and patted her lap. He laid the books on her lap and looked at her as if unsure what she wanted him to do next.
“Why don’t you put in the first video, and we can watch it while we go through these books? I’ve heard of this one." She held up the thickest of the books. “I’m told it covers everything. Come sit with me?” she asked.
Xander quickly loaded the first video into the DVD player and joined her on the bed, moving his pillows right next to hers against the backboard. She grabbed one book, and he grabbed another. As the romantic comedy began on the screen, they read aloud to each other from the books, comparing what the books said would happen to Jordan’s experiences so far. Now that she knew she was pregnant, some of her body’s actions over the past several months now made more sense to her, and she wondered why she hadn’t even thought she might be pregnant.
Xander seemed as absorbed in the pregnancy books as she was. He seemed genuinely interested in the changes going on in her body and the baby’s development. They read through the books all afternoon, stopping only to pull out the snacks and some drinks from the refrigerator in the bathroom. The movie had long since ended when Xander finally noticed the time.
“My mother sent over a few casseroles,” he told her. “I’ll go get one warming in the oven. Do you have any preferences? I think there’s chicken, beef, or fish.”
“How about beef tonight?” she responded as her stomach growled. She chuckled and stifled a yawn.
“I’ll get it in the oven then come back and set up the folding table and chairs. I figured we could eat up here while you’re on bed rest.” He smiled gently, and she could tell he was trying to make this as easy on her as possible. Jordan thought of a way he could help make it easier and wondered if he would go for it. The doctor hadn't told them to abstain from sex. In fact, he had indicated it might be a good stress reliever and be to Jordan’s benefit. Jordan wondered how soon she would be able to talk Xander into reducing her stress.
“Okay,” she replied with little enthusiasm. “You know, I thought this bed-rest stuff would be fun, but really—not so much. I’m bored already, and it’s only been a day.” She yawned outright this time as he smiled and headed downstairs.
A few minutes after she heard the oven timer go off, Xander bustled up the stairs with a tray containing two plates loaded down with his mother’s beef Stroganoff and green beans as well as two large glasses of milk. They ate in companionable silence, making light conversation here and there, discussing some of the topics in the baby books they had read. Xander took the dishes back downstairs while Jordan got out one of the pregnancy books to read. She could hear him downstairs cleaning up the kitchen and getting the house ready for the night.
* * * *
When Xander got back to the bedroom, he found Jordan dozing lightly with one of the pregnancy books laying on her lap. She woke up as Xander entered the room and smiled a loving smile at him.
“Do you want to take a shower or bath tonight?” He knew she hadn’t really been able to take a good long shower the way she liked while she’d been in the hospital.
“A shower sounds heavenly. I need to wash my hair, but I don’t think I could dry it properly tonight.” He could tell by the sound of longing in her voice that she really wanted to wash her hair.
“Don’t worry about that. All you’ll have to do is sit in the chair. I’ll dry your hair for you tonight.”
So she got out of bed and grabbed one of his T-shirts out of his drawer, looking at him with a cheeky grin. “Angel,” he said in response. “You can stay in my bed with my T-shirts on as long as you want.” He went into the bathroom and started the water for her, reminding her that all of her hair and body-care products were still in the bathroom. He gave her a soft kiss and, telling her to call him if she needed him, he left the bathroom and went to lay on the bed. Twenty minutes later, he heard her exit the shower. He listened as she dried herself and was on his way into the bathroom when she softly called out, “Xander, I’m ready for you to dry my hair.”
Leading her over to the vanity near her sink, he picked up the blow dryer and grabbed her brush. She smelled of lilacs again. He couldn’t get enough of that fragrance. Leaving the dryer on low, he gently brushed her hair and dried the beautiful raven-colored tresses. He loved her hair. It was soft and shiny and black as midnight. In certain light, it almost looked blue. Remembering how it had enveloped his cock like a cascading waterfall as she had taken him in her mouth just a couple of days ago got him hard again, and he tried to think of something else. It was too much to hope for that she wouldn’t notice the bulge in his jeans.
Xander knew she could see the definite line of his hardened cock pressing up against the zipper of his jeans. Despite putting her on bed rest, the doctor had assured them when she asked that they could still make love. The doctor had simply specified no gymnastics, to which Jordan had blushed profusely. Laughing, the doctor had told her it could be good for her stress and that simple lovemaking would not hurt either her or the baby. As he finished drying her hair, Xander grabbed one of her hair ties and handed it to her. She quickly used the tie to fashion a loose ponytail at the base of her neck. She looked relaxed after the shower and let him take her hand and lead her back into the bedroom. She yawned as she crawled back into bed.
Deciding to quickly shower himself, and maybe relieve himself of the jutting cock between his legs, Xander told her he was going to take a quick shower and would be out in a few minutes. Taking off his clothes, he quickly stepped into a cold shower, hoping the cold would deflate his hardened cock. After several minutes, he realized that wasn’t going to work. He turned the water to lukewarm and, putting some of Jordan’s lilac conditioner in the palm of his hand, he began to stroke his throbbing cock with long, sure strokes of his hand. Imagining Jordan’s hands and mouth on his straining cock quickly brought him to orgasm, and his cum jetted out onto the shower walls. Smelling of lilac, he rinsed off and exited the shower. He quickly dried off, grabbed his bathrobe from the back of the bathroom door, and walked slowly into the bedroom. He expected Jordan to be sleeping, given her yawns over the past hour or so. Instead, she was wide awake, laying on her left side as her head rested against the pillows. Xander sat down beside her on the bed with his robe on.
* * * *
Jordan was disappointed to see that Xander was no longer aroused. Knowing that he must have jerked off while in the shower, she sighed heavily. “You know, the doctor said it was okay for us to make love. He said it wouldn’t harm me or the baby. He even said it might be good for me—you know, stress relief.” She spoke casually as she gave him a little smile.
“Oh, he did, did he?” Xander played along. “And what did he say about me fucking you long and hard, making you beg to come over and over again? Because that’s what would have happened if I had come to you before my shower. Beside
s, I think we should wait at least until tomorrow. Get another good night’s sleep. I know you didn’t sleep deeply while you were at the hospital. Too many interruptions, with the nurses coming and going.”
She was frustrated, but she knew Xander could see how tired she was. She reached for him and pulled his head down to hers. Kissing him ferociously, she nipped and licked at his full lips, bringing him to rock-hard status in two seconds flat. Xander kissed her back, his arms going around her as he stroked her back and ass through the T-shirt with his big hard hands. Breaking away from her, he groaned, “You’re being a tease. I’m going to need another cold shower.”
“No,” she replied. “You’re back to the same state I’ve been in since my shower. My pussy is flooded and throbbing, and my nipples are hard as diamonds against this T-shirt. If I go to bed wanting, I want you in the same condition. Or we could just go ahead, and you could fuck me. I think that would do a lot to get rid of my tension.” She smiled up at him slyly.
“No way, angel. I can wait until tomorrow in order to make sure you rest tonight. Tomorrow we have some things to discuss and plan. It’s going to be a big day, so I want you well rested.”
“Okay. Okay.” Noting the steely determination in his emerald-green eyes, she knew she didn’t have a chance of seducing him tonight. “But only if you hold me tonight. I can’t seem to sleep well without you beside me.”
“Of course, angel. I want to hold you all night long. I don’t sleep well without you in my arms either. Let me get rid of this robe.” Shrugging off his robe, he was still partially erect. He gave her a smile as he climbed under the covers. “Which way do you want to lay? The doctor said to be on your left side, right? Come over here and let me spoon you. I love feeling your delectable ass against my cock. I can play with your beautiful breasts while I fall asleep.”
Putting her Kindle on the bedside table, she slid over into his arms, nestling her back and ass against his hard chest. His semi-hard cock twitched and rested between her thighs as he spooned her. He grabbed the remote and turned off the television. She could feel him put a hand on her breast and give a huge sigh. Within seconds, Jordan was snoring softly against him.
* * * *
Surprisingly, he fell asleep rather quickly given his state of arousal and woke up when the sun started shining around the drawn blinds in the room. His throbbing cock woke him up as it nestled between her ass cheeks, poised at her gate. Softly kissing the side of her neck, he moved his free hand up to her breast and started softly stroking her nipples into hardness. He moved his hand from her breasts down over her stomach and to her neatly trimmed mound. Breaching the lips of her pussy, he felt her moist heat spread over his hand. She was primed and ready. Shifting behind her, he gently wedged his hard cock further between her thighs and entered her from behind. His cock moved in and out of her pussy with a low slurping sound as her lips tried to pull him back in with every outward slide. Jordan’s breathing changed, coming in short pants. She wasn’t quite awake yet, though. As Xander continued to thrust in and out of her with his rock-hard cock, a finger delved into the lips of her pussy, searching for and finding her clit. Playing with it lightly, he knew Jordan was awake as she arched her body into his hand.
“I thought you wanted to wait to make love,” she said sleepily.
“I did. It’s tomorrow already. Must be about 7:30 a.m. I showed remarkable restraint,” he teased her as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of her body. His hand still playing with her clit, he could feel her pussy begin to clench and knew that she was close to orgasm.
“Yes, indeed you did. You’ve shown remarkable restraint. Now, get busy and fuck me. Harder. Deeper. I’m not a fragile doll, and right now I feel on top of the world. Take me, Xander. Show me what I mean to you.” As Xander began to thrust more forcefully into her pussy, Jordan moaned loudly. “More, Xander. Give me more,” she demanded.
Xander used the arm that had been under her body and pulled her back against his body forcefully. Holding her there, he thrust in and out of her with a hard and fast rhythm. The fingers on his other hand still stroking her clit, he felt the tightening of her body that signaled her oncoming orgasm. Stroking her to fulfillment, Xander heard her cry out his name as her body shattered. Her pussy lips clutching at him, Xander pushed into her two more times before he felt his own orgasm cascade over him in waves. Holding her body tightly to him, he kissed her neck and shoulders as both fought for their breathing to return to normal.
Once their heartbeats had settled back to normal, Xander helped her turn over on to her other side to face him. “That was quite a good morning,” she said breathlessly. “Feel free to wake me up any morning like that.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, angel. I liked it a lot, too. I’ll make sure to make it a regular part of our wake-up ritual,” he teased in her ear. “I’m getting hard again just thinking about it. Why don’t you get cleaned up, and I’ll go down and make us some breakfast. How does eggs over easy, bacon, and toast sound?”
“Heavenly. Don’t skimp on the bacon,” she ordered saucily. “You know how I like my bacon.”
“I do, indeed, angel. Nothing comes between you and your bacon,” he responded with a smile as he put on his robe and headed downstairs to make breakfast.
* * * *
“You know it, stud,” she replied to his retreating back. She got up to use the bathroom and cleaned up quickly. After taking off the used T-shirt and getting another from his T-shirt drawer, she put the used one in the hamper. Deciding to put on panties, she opened the drawer he had given her and looked for a pair. She was surprised to see how many of her panties were in the drawer. She didn’t remember bringing so many over here. At this rate, she wouldn’t have any left at the house. Oh, well. She was obviously going to be moving in here, so she wouldn’t have to worry about it.
She knew moving in here with him was one of the things Xander wanted to ‘discuss’ and, since she had intended to accept his offer to move in before she found out about the baby, she decided she shouldn’t change her mind now. No matter if they got married right away or not, Xander deserved to be a part of this pregnancy. He had been so cute yesterday afternoon when he had shown her the books he had gotten on pregnancy. She had already downloaded a couple of books to her Kindle, but knew he wanted to read them with her, so she hadn’t said anything. He’d been adorable as he read through them with her and marveled at the changes the baby was bringing to her body even at this early stage.
She found her MP3 player in her duffel bag and plugged it into Xander’s dock, turning the sound down for some background music. She listened almost exclusively to country music now. She'd have to take a look at Xander's CD collection and see if he had any she hadn't already put on the player.
Xander came back upstairs with a tray filled with food. He’d made himself four eggs to her two, but had divided the bacon evenly. Along with toast, milk, and a cup of coffee that she knew was decaffeinated. The breakfast was heavenly, and she lost herself in the joy of eating. Such an improvement over hospital food.
Patting her now full, and slightly distended, tummy, Jordan sat back from the table and thanked Xander for the meal. She asked him if he needed to make those phone calls he had talked about yesterday. He told her they could wait a while since it was still pretty early. He took the tray of dirty dishes back down into the kitchen, and she heard him filling the dishwasher and putting things away. Grabbing one of the baby books, Jordan laid back down on her side and started reading ahead to what was supposed to happen in the fifth and six months of pregnancy.
When Xander returned to the bedroom, he had two tablets of paper and two pens in his hands. He also had a calendar. He sat all the items on his side of the bed and walked over to draw her up so she was sitting on the side of the bed. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a jeweler’s box and dropped to one knee. He took both of her hands in one of his and kissed each palm.
“Angel, I love you more than anything. We’re going t
o have a baby together. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” He spoke very seriously, and Jordan could see the love shining from his eyes.
Jordan wasn’t really surprised, but she looked at him questioningly. “Xander, I love you with everything in me, and I love that I’m having your baby. But are you sure this is what you want? I know the baby is a surprise. I’m willing to move in here and give you more time to get used to this. We don’t have to get married right away. We can wait until you’re sure that’s what you want.”
“I don’t need any more time, angel. I already had the ring before I asked you to move in here. I was just waiting for the perfect time. I want to be your husband. I want you to be my wife. I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. So, will you marry me?”
“Yes, Xander, I want to be your wife more than anything. I love you so much.” Sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, he drew her into his arms, hugging and kissing her. As usual, his cock jumped to attention almost immediately. She could sense his reluctance as he set her away from him and urged her to get back into bed. Picking up the things he had sat down on the bed when he came in, he gave one set to her, along with the calendar, and kept one for himself.
He climbed into his place next to her on the bed. “I want you to pick a date for the wedding. Preferably within the next six weeks. The quicker, the better, as far as I’m concerned.”
Jordan looked at the calendar for a few moments and pointed to her birthday, which was coming up. It was on a Saturday in four weeks. “How about my birthday? That way you have a way to remember our anniversary and my birthday.” She spoke mischievously, but the love shining out of her eyes said much more. She knew he wanted the wedding as soon as possible, but she wanted a little time to make it an event they would both remember. Four weeks sounded like a good compromise to her.
