by Nikki Chase
In fact, I pretty much can’t stop grinning.
“You seem happy,” Ethan says.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking and rethinking this for weeks now, listing out the pros and cons in my head. But I realize now I should’ve just listened to my heart.”
Ethan slings his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to his side. He feels warm and safe. He makes me feel like we can do anything.
“Wow. Are we really going to do this?” I ask, looking up at Ethan.
“Yes,” he says with conviction. “I’ve always wanted to have a baby with you, kitten. I just thought this wasn’t a good time.”
“Are you kidding? This is the perfect time. We don’t have our hands full with Penny anymore, so we’re able to take care of the baby.”
“Sure.” Ethan pauses. “But Penny’s always been pretty self-sufficient. She'll be okay, regardless of whether we have a baby.”
“That’s true,” I agree as the door opens to our apartment.
"Besides, I was more worried about your job. You've been so busy lately."
"Don't worry about it. I've been thinking about cutting back anyway."
"You don't know how happy it makes me to hear that," Ethan says.
It’s dark and quiet here. Even though the layout of our place is similar to the Holts’ place, it appears completely different.
Normally, I’m always happy to come home to our nice, quiet apartment, where I can finally rest after along day at work. But tonight . . . Tonight, it feels like we’re one baby short of a party.
I reach toward the light switch, but Ethan grabs my hand and stops me.
“Don’t,” he says. “This is nice, right? It reminds me of that night . . . You know.”
My lips pull up into a smile. I think I know what Ethan's thinking about. “Yeah, that first night when I couldn’t sleep and you found me standing in the hallway.”
“And then, what happened after that?” Ethan asks with a smirk playing on his lips. Clearly, he knows the answer, too.
“Don’t know.” I shrug as my heels click-clack on the marble floor, loud and echoing in the big apartment. “It’s been so long I’ve forgotten. Maybe I need a refresher course.”
Before I can reach the door to our bedroom, Ethan catches up to me and wraps his arms around my waist from behind.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks.
“I need to change and remove my make-up.”
“But you look so good,” Ethan says as he moves my hair aside. I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck before his even hotter lips land on my skin. “So good I can’t stand it.”
“Stand it for another minute,” I say, my deep sigh giving away my lack of resistance. “Penny might show up any moment now.”
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, kitten.” As he speaks, his hands move up to caress my breasts and down to pull up the hem of my red dress.
I gasp when he pinches a nipple over the fabric of my dress. “What do you mean?”
“She just texted me to say she’s staying over at Sarah’s place,” he says.
I stare out through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall at the city. The lights from the street lamps and skyscrapers glow warmly. Everything looks small. Penny could be out there, getting into trouble, and we’d have no clue.
“What? Are you sure it’s okay? Have you called Sarah’s mom to make sure?” I ask, going straight into mom mode. “You know they could both be out there, roaming the streets. It’s late and—”
“I’m sure she’s okay, kitten. She’s not a little girl anymore. She’s going to legally be an adult soon,” Ethan says. Chuckling, he adds, “Besides, she’s smart like her dad.”
My tension melts away at Ethan’s reassuring words. I must admit, the way he’s touching me doesn’t really allow me to dwell on any one thought for too long anyway.
“Look, I love Penny, but I don’t really want to talk about anything else other than you and me right now, kitten,” Ethan says. He bites the back of my neck like a lion about to mate. His hand rests over the crotch of my panties, leaving no doubt as to what he wants. “You said you wanted a baby, right? Let’s get the ball rolling on that, shall we?”
I reach my hand behind me to find Ethan’s thick, lush hair. I can feel it when he tilts his head, finding yet another spot on my body to kiss. He pushes the straps of my dress away and nibbles on my bare shoulders.
“Oh, Ethan,” I sigh, finally letting go and melting into his touch.
He’s got everything covered. It’s just us in the apartment tonight, so I don’t have to worry about Penny walking in on us.
I’ve always loved the fact that Ethan’s a good dad, and I know he’ll be a great dad to our baby, as well. I really can’t wait for the adventure to begin.
For once, sex is not a distraction from my goals, but a way to finally achieve something I’ve been secretly dreaming of.
Ethan pulls aside my panties and his fingers find my petals. “You’re wet, kitten.”
“I know.” I’m still slick from what Ethan did to me before we went to the party, and I’m positively dripping, now that he’s running his fingers over my pussy lips.
“Take off your panties,” he orders in a hoarse, urgent voice.
I do as he says, pushing my ass against his hard-on as I bend down to lower my panties.
“Fuck,” he curses, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him. He’s rock hard, I realize with satisfaction.
But I don't need to feel his erection to know how much he wants me. With passionate urgency, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes me against the glass wall.
I cry out as I fall forward, even though I know Ethan’s strong hands are there to catch me if I fall. I know he’s got my back—always.
“I need to taste you,” he says.
I don’t get a chance to respond before Ethan drops to his knees and kisses the back of my thighs, making me moan with desire. Instinctively, I tilt my hips, offering him my pussy.
When Ethan envelopes my lower lips with his wet, warm mouth, all I can do is try to keep my balance. I’m used to wearing high heels . . . But even though Ethan’s a generous lover, I haven’t mastered the skill of standing still when Ethan’s expertly teasing me with his tongue.
In this moment, all that matters is what he’s doing with his mouth. His hands grip my thighs, helping me stand still as he feasts on me like a hungry man.
“I can’t get enough of your sweet honey,” he says, “but I need to have you right now.”
I hear the clock ticking in the background, slow and steady. In contrast, my breathing and my heartbeat are erratic and irregular. The sound of Ethan unzipping his pants tears through the air as I wait, bent over and ready for him.
“Please, Ethan . . .” I beg with a desperate sigh. I need him to touch me again, and I can’t wait.
“Tell me what you want, kitten,” he orders as he stands behind me, poised and ready.
I can see his shadow on the marble floor—his erect cock pointing dangerously at my ass. He’s shuttling his fist up and down his shaft, making me crave him even more.
I reach behind me to grab him, but he takes my wrist and says, “No, kitten. Use your words.”
He’s talking as if I’m a child, which should annoy me. But he’s also rubbing the tip of his cock against my opening, making me desperate for him. There’s one thing and one thing only that I care about.
“Please, fuck me,” I say finally as I press my ass back.
“As you wish, kitten.” Ethan pushes inside me, inch by inch. I feel it every time he pulls back, only to slide back in deeper. When he finally gets all the way in, he grabs my waist and pulls me back, grinding into me and filling me up completely.
“You feel so good,” I sigh as I push back against him.
To be honest, while we were at the party, multiple times I wanted to pull him by the hand back to our apartment to finish what we’d started, but I thought it would be good for us to h
ave a social life. But who cares about social life, when our sex life is this addictive?
Ethan gradually picks up his pace as I look out the glass wall at the city, all the way below us.
If someone happens to be looking this way with the right tool, he’d see us fucking—no, actually, he’d see me being fucked while Ethan would be shrouded in darkness. Some stranger could see my eyebrows knitted in concentration, while my mouth opens to let out my sighs and moans.
We haven’t done this—fucking by the glass wall—in a long time. That’s what happens when you’re parents, I suppose. You accept life’s little limitations in exchange for the miracle of parenthood. Even though we’re only just now getting our freedom back, all I want is to thrust myself back into the thick of it.
The way Ethan’s jackhammering into me right now, I have no doubt we’ll get there in no time. I just know we'll make a beautiful baby together.
“Put a baby in me,” I say, my voice mixed with arousal.
My words seem to have the intended effect on Ethan. He fucks me harder and faster, driving into me again and again with abandon. When his grip on my hips tightens, I know he’s close.
“I’m going to spray my seed inside you, kitten,” he rasps. “I’m going to come deep in your pussy.”
“Ethan, please . . .” I beg. “Fuck me harder. Fuck me hard and come inside me.”
“Patience, kitten. First, I want you to come for me,” he says, putting the pad of his finger on my clit and rubbing to the rhythm of his fucking.
The pressure in my pussy builds and builds as the sounds of our fucking fill the apartment—loud, obnoxious, wet sounds. With no one else in the house, I let myself go, allowing my moans to grow in volume.
“That’s right. Come on my cock, kitten,” Ethan says.
At his command, I shatter. Furious orgasm wreaks through my body, making me shake and shudder as Ethan continues to fuck me.
“You’re squeezing me so tight. I’m going to come, kitten,” he says.
I feel Ethan grow harder and thicker inside me as his movements get more and more frantic, prolonging my own orgasm. I can only press my palms against the glass—now warm from my body heat—as I let him use my body to sate his lust.
Ethan slams into me one last time, letting out a guttural growl when he empties himself inside me. We both explode together as his seed fills my womb.
It takes a few seconds for my brain to start working again, to begin noticing my surroundings.
My breath has fogged up the glass in front of me. I’m so sensitive I can’t even stand up on my own two feet.
Ethan’s cock twitches inside my pussy, making me quiver with his every move. If it weren’t for his hands on my hips, I’d have collapsed into a heap on the floor.
“Do you think we did it?” Ethan asks in an intimate whisper. “Put a baby in you?”
“Maybe.” I giggle softly.
“Hmmm . . .” Ethan pulls me back until my back rests against his chest. “‘Maybe,’ huh? That’s not good enough.”
Ethan pulls out of me. Then, with no warning, he lifts me up, making me shriek in surprise. He’s literally sweeping me off my feet.
“We should make sure you get pregnant,” Ethan says with an overly serious facial expression. As he carries me into our bedroom, he says, “We'll have to do it again and keep doing it until you’re completely sure.”
Ethan
I hear the elevator door open and my heart does a little happy dance, especially when the sound is followed by the clicking of Megan’s heels on the marble floor.
Outside, the darkness is only disrupted by the city lights.
“Where’s Penny?” Megan asks as she approaches the sofa where I’m sitting.
She doesn’t wait for an answer before she plops down and lays her head against my arm. She hands me a cup of hot, black coffee and sips on what’s probably her usual cup of iced caramel macchiato.
“Thank you,” I say, taking the cup and using my free hand to stroke her soft blonde hair.
“Did you know my usual cup of caramel macchiato contains about 150 mg of caffeine?” she asks casually.
“As a general rule, I don’t know how much caffeine is in anything.”
I’m used to Megan spouting off random facts at random times, so this is completely normal. As a journalist, she works on such a broad range of topics that I can never guess what new things she’s just learned on any given day.
“So, I take it your next piece is going to be about coffee?” I ask.
“Not really,” she says. She offers no more explanation.
“Oh? What are you working on, then?” I ask.
“Well . . . I’m definitely working on something, but it’s not another piece for the paper,” she says cryptically.
“You’re taking on a new project?”
I don’t know if I like the sound of that. As it is, Megan already works too much. It’s already eight and she’s just gotten home. I know it doesn’t sound terribly late, but it’s still at least two hours of overtime.
Also, she did say she wanted to try cutting back on her work hours.
But far be it from me to limit my wife’s ambitions. She’s always wanted to do things and go places. I can’t claim to love her and then try to change something so integral to her personality.
“Hmmm . . . Yeah, I guess it qualifies as a project,” Megan says.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” she asks.
“Because we’re trying for a baby?” I ask as delicately as I can, not quite believing that I have to remind her about that.
I have to wonder if she's serious about this baby thing. She says she is but is she really ready for it to affect her work?
“Well . . . I haven’t told you what the new project is . . .”
I frown. “Does it matter?”
“Of course, it does.” Megan takes her head off my arm, letting me see the wide grin on her face for the first time. She’s so excited she’s practically vibrating in her seat. Yet somehow, she managed to maintain a straight face when she entered the apartment.
“What are you not telling me? What’s the project?” I ask.
“The project, Ethan, is . . .” Megan pulls her bag onto her lap and rummages inside. She pulls out a white, plastic stick, and then another, and then another. She stares at me with elation dancing in her big, blue eyes.
“Are those . . .” I pause as I take in the sight of the three white sticks on Megan’s lap. Each stick has two red lines in the little window on the side. I know what they are, of course. I’ve seen them in commercials and such. “Are those pregnancy tests?”
“Yeah.” Megan beams and gives me an exhilarated grin.
“And those two lines . . . Do they mean what I think they mean?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Depends,” Megan says.
“Please stop this torture, kitten. Tell me what’s going on,” I beg. I can’t take not knowing for a second longer.
“Oh, okay.” Megan sighs like she’s annoyed by my whining. But I can see she’s satisfied with my reaction. Then, she says, “I’m pregnant.”
Joy spreads throughout my chest and fills me with the kind of warmth that grows and grows until it spills out as tears from my eyes.
“I know,” Megan says with a smile as she tears up, as well. “It’s amazing.”
I pull Megan into my arms and pepper her with kisses all over her beautiful face. “It’s more than amazing, kitten. It will turn our lives upside down. Everything will change.” Sensing her muscles tensing up, I add, “For the better, of course.”
“Of course,” she says, beaming.
“It will be such an adventure.”
Now that Megan’s told me and called her mom, too, the only person left to tell the exciting news is Penny.
(Megan’s mom was ecstatic, by the way. She was practically screaming on the phone, so much so that Megan had to hold the phone a couple of
inches away from her ears.)
Penny enters the living room and takes one look at Megan and me. Then, the corners of her pink, glossy lips pull up into a smile and she says, “You’re pregnant.”
“What? How do you know?” Megan asks incredulously. Even after knowing Penny for years, she still hasn’t gotten used to the fact that Penny’s basically Sherlock Holmes in the body of a sixteen-year-old girl.
Penny saunters over and takes a seat on a couch. She just had dinner with her best friend at the mall.
She’s dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and an oversized sweater. She’s started wearing a little make-up, too; I see some color on her cheeks and eyes.
“It’s easy,” Penny says to Megan. “As soon as you stopped doing the weekend breakfast, I knew you were either pregnant or at least trying for a baby. I also knew you would’ve told me if you were actually already pregnant. So, I’ve been ready for this little announcement.”
Megan stares at Penny in amazement, then she turns to look at me like she demands an explanation for what just happened.
I shrug. “What can I say? She’s good.”
“I am,” Penny says with a big grin on her face. Obviously, she’s inherited some of my cockiness. “I know junk food is potentially bad for pregnancy. It can raise the risk of obesity, heart disease, allergies, and all kinds of bad stuff. Since Megan researches everything, I know she’d give up junk food the moment there’s a possibility she’s pregnant.”
Megan nods as she listens to Penny’s explanation, while I just sit there and marvel at how sharp my daughter’s become. I get the urge to pat myself on the back for doing such a good job raising her.
“Congratulations, you two. This is exciting,” Penny says.
“You don’t look too excited,” Megan says.
“I don’t look surprised,” Penny corrects her. “I was so excited when I figured it out I almost said something to you two, but I waited. So, how far along are you? When are we going to meet the little guy—or girl? Do you have names prepared yet? If you haven’t, I’ve got this baby-names book you can read through.”
