by J. L. Perry
“I can see it,” I say in amazement.
I am blown away, as I feel the tears rise to my eyes. I look down at my beautiful wife, who has this tiny little life growing inside her. She is smiling up at me and has tears in her eyes, as well.
The doctor flicks a switch on the machine and, all of a sudden, we can hear this whoosh-whoosh-whoosh sound. He tells us it is the baby’s heartbeat. It is beating fast, but sounds strong and healthy.
“I can print you out some pictures if you like,” he says. “I need you to come back at twenty weeks for another ultrasound. The baby will be bigger, and you can find out the sex then if you like.”
Brooke says she wants the pictures, so the doctor prints them out. He tells us that everything looks fine and writes down some vitamins he wants Brooke to start taking straight away. He congratulates us both and we thank him before we leave.
When we get into the elevator, I pull Brooke tightly to me. “Oh, baby,” I breathe. “I can’t believe we are going to be parents. I am so happy.”
Before heading back to the limo, we walk up the street to the pharmacy. We get all the vitamins the doctor says Brooke needs, then head back to where Chris is waiting for us.
He gets out of the car to open our door. “Is everything okay?” he asks.
I look at Brooke. She nods her head. “Brooke is pregnant,” I announce proudly. “We are going to have a baby.”
Chris’ face lights up and he hugs us both. “I am so happy for you.”
I ask Brooke if she wants to go home and rest, but she says she would like to go and see our parents first. My uncle is still staying with my mum and dad, so we ask Chris to take us there.
When we walk into my parents’ house, we find them all sitting at the kitchen table. My mum gets up first and runs over to us. “What are you two doing here?” she asks, hugging us both. “We weren’t expecting you back for another two weeks.”
“Well, Brooke got sick in Italy so we flew home early.”
“Oh, my god,” my mum says. “Is everything okay?”
“That’s why we are here,” I reply. “We need to tell you all something.” My mum’s eyes fill with tears as she grabs hold of Brooke.
Her father gets up from the table and walks over to us. “Is everything alright, sweetheart?” he asks, concerned. We tell them to sit down so we can talk to them. They all look worried, so I decide to put them out of their misery.
“Do you want to tell them, Brooke?” I ask.
“No, you can,” she says, smiling.
“Tell us what?” my mum snaps.
“Well…” I reply, dragging it out a bit. I can tell I am pissing my mum off when she narrows her eyes at me. “When we arrived back in Sydney today, I took Brooke straight to the doctor. He ran some tests and we are both delighted to say that we are having a baby.”
My mum screams and starts jumping around like a crazy person. “I am so happy for you both!” she squeals. Both of our fathers get up and shake my hand, then hug Brooke.
“I can’t believe we are going to be grandparents again,” my mum says through her hands that are over her mouth. I think she is in shock. “John,” she adds, “you are going to be a grandfather! I can’t believe it.” They hug each other smiling.
Once he releases my mum, Brooke’s father walks over to hug his daughter. “I am so happy for you, sweetheart,” he says with a huge smile on his face. “This news couldn’t have come at a better time.” I don’t like the sound of that. My aunt must still be giving him a hard time. He leans back to look at her. “I love you, sweetheart,” he says, and my mother and I look at each other.
“I love you, too, Dad.” My mother and I smile. I haven’t heard her call him “dad” before, or tell him that she loves him. I am so happy for them both. Obviously, my mother is, too, because she is crying again.
As we sit back down at the table, my mum offers us a drink. I choose a beer, and Brooke asks for water. My father and uncle say they will have a beer, too. “We need to celebrate the newest member of our family,” my father says with a smile. My mother and I both smile. My dad is full of surprises these days.
“So, Uncle John. How are things going with Aunt Margaret?”
He shakes his head and frowns. “Not good.”
“She is your sister. Can’t you talk some sense into her?” I say to my father.
He throws his hands up in frustration. “I tried! She’s being stubborn.” My uncle just wants her to sell the house so they can both move on with their lives. I think she is hoping they will get back together, but I know there is no chance of that.
“She knows we can sell the house from underneath her, right?” I reply, and they both nod. “Uncle John, why don’t you come to my office sometime next week to discuss the situation?”
As we are talking about it, my dad is quiet. I think he is torn. He likes my uncle, but my aunt is his flesh and blood so he feels like he has to be loyal to her, as well. Personally, I have no loyalty to her at all. She is a bitch and deserves everything she gets.
We stay at my parents for an hour or so before deciding to head home. When we are in the car, Brooke asks if we can drive past the studio to check that everything is fine. I really want to take her home, but I don’t argue.
Michelle has everything running well when we get there. She is surprised to see us. When we tell her the news, she jumps up and down, clapping her hands and pulling us both in for a hug. “Lara is going to be over the moon when she finds out she is going to have a baby cousin. I can’t wait to tell her,” she squeals.
We only stay for a half-hour before I tell Brooke she needs to go home and rest. She rolls her eyes at me, and Michelle laughs. “Listen, Michelle, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Brooke says. I don’t think going back to work so soon is a good idea, but I also know I can’t stop her. She’s so damn stubborn.
I smile all the way back to the penthouse. The initial shock has worn off, and now the thought of becoming a father is settling in. Having a baby with Brooke is the best feeling ever. She will make such a fantastic mother.
Jill is happy to see us and even more excited when we tell her about the baby. It feels good to be back home. I am disappointed we had to cut our honeymoon short, but when Brooke is feeling up to it, we can always go back. Michelle told her that she would probably be sick for the first twelve weeks. She is already nine weeks pregnant, so if she wants to go to Paris in three weeks’ time, I will take her.
I carry my beautiful wife up to our room and gently place her on the bed. “Now rest,” I say.
“But I’m not tired,” she says, pouting. By the look on her face, I can tell what she’s up to.
“Do you think that is a good idea?” I ask.
“Please, hot stuff?” she begs. “I need a bit of lovin’.” I have to laugh at the way she says it, but I also find her impossible to resist.
I lie down next to her and pull her into my arms. “I can’t believe we are going to have a baby,” I say with a smile.
“I know. I am so happy,” she replies with a happy sigh. She turns and faces me, smiling.
I run my hand down the side of her face. “I love you so much, baby,” I whisper. “You are going to be a wonderful mother.”
She smiles. “And you are going to be a wonderful father.”
I kiss her gently, and she rolls me onto my back, climbing on top of me. She leans down and kisses me softly, then deepens it. She rubs herself against my erection. “I am so horny right now,” she moans and I laugh. I love it when she talks like that.
She sits up and quickly removes her top and bra, then brings her lips back down on mine. I cup her tits in my hands, and she moans again.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I say as I flip her onto her back. I pull my shirt over my head with one hand before leaning down and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. She runs her hands through my hair, arching her back.
As I make my way down her body, I pause for a minute to kiss her stomach. I still can’t believe there is
a baby, our baby, growing inside her. I look up at Brooke’s beautiful face and she is smiling. I kiss her stomach one last time, then quickly remove her pants. She opens her legs for me, as I trail kisses down her inner thigh.
As I move my mouth to her other thigh, I hear Brooke say, “Please don’t tease me.”
I laugh before I give her what she wants. My poor baby is horny and, more than anything, I just want to please her. She grabs hold of my hair. “Oh, that feels so good,” she moans as I gently slide two fingers inside her. She starts to move her hips, but I don’t want to be too rough. It worries me that I might hurt her or the baby. I make a mental note to call the doctor tomorrow to ask him if having sex is still safe.
Brooke starts to move faster. Fuck, she is turning me on. I am finding it hard to stay in control. As soon as I can feel her inner muscles tightening around my fingers, I know she is close.
“Come for me, baby,” I encourage. When she does, she screams my name. I slide my tongue inside her. I need to taste her.
On my way back up her beautiful body, I stop and kiss her stomach again. The love I already feel for the little life growing inside her is overwhelming.
Once I’m hovering over her, I make sure and put all my weight on my arms. I don’t want to squish the baby. As I gently push inside her, Brooke grabs hold of my arse and pulls me in all the way.
Fuck!
I am trying to be gentle with her, but she is making it so hard for me. Groaning, I move in and out of her. Fuck, I love being inside her. She tries to pull my body down onto hers, but I don’t let her.
“I want to feel your sexy body pressing against mine,” she breathes.
“I don’t want to squash you,” I reply.
She laughs. “The baby will be fine,” she assures me, but I’m not taking any chances, not until I have spoken with the doctor.
Brooke grabs my arse tighter and tries to pull me to her. “Don’t, baby,” I say. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
“Please,” she begs. “I need more. You won’t hurt us.”
I want to fuck her so hard, but I can’t bring myself to do it. She pushes me onto my back and rolls with me. She is now on top and starts to ride me, hard.
“Take it easy, baby,” I warn.
She throws her head back and starts to moan loudly. “You feel so good,” she whispers. As her inner muscles clench around my cock, she starts to ride me harder. She screams out my name again as she falls over the edge.
I can’t hold back any longer. “Oh fuck, baby,” I groan, as I fill her with my come.She looks down at me and smiles. “That was mind blowing. I think I am going to enjoy being pregnant.”
Fuck, she is so sexy.
Smiling, I gently lift her off me and place her beside me. Before snuggling into my body, she leans up and kisses me. “I love you so much, hot stuff.” I pull her in close to me. Again, I am overwhelmed by the amount of love I feel for her. We just lay there holding each other for a while.
“I am going to get up and run you a bath,” I say softly. “I need to go downstairs and phone Claire, then I will come back and join you.”
When she doesn’t answer, I look down at her and she is fast asleep. I smile as I kiss the top of her head and get out of bed without waking her. After pulling the covers back over her, I stand there staring down at her. She is so beautiful, even more so now that she is carrying my child. I lean over and gently run my hand down her face. I can’t help but smile. I am so happy. I softly kiss her cheek. She doesn’t even stir.
Once I am in my office, I call Claire. I just want to check in with her, and also thank her for arranging our flight back to Australia. She tells me that everything is running smoothly at the office, and she asks how Brooke is feeling.
“She is much better,” I explain. “We found out today that is Brooke is pregnant,” I state proudly.
“Wow! Congratulations!” she replies. “You don’t muck around. You have only been married two weeks.” Her comment makes me chuckle, but I inform her that Brooke is nine weeks pregnant.
“I am really happy for you. You will both make wonderful parents.” I thank her, and tell her I will drop by the office sometime during the week.
When I walk into the kitchen to get a drink, Jill is in there preparing dinner. I sit down at the breakfast bar. “I am so happy for you and Brooke,” she says with a smile. “It is going to be great having a little baby around the house.”
“I am over the moon, Jill,” I reply. “My life couldn’t get any better.”
She puts her hand on mine. “You deserve all the happiness that life can bring.”
“Thanks, Jill,” I say. “Brooke has been getting a lot of morning sickness so I am going to take the rest of the week off to keep an eye on her. When I go back to work, could you make sure she eats and drinks enough?”
“Of course I will,” she replies. “I love that wife of yours like she is my own.” Jill doesn’t have any children of her own, so it is nice she has become so close to Brooke.
After our little chat, I grab another bottle of water and head back upstairs to check on Brooke. She is still asleep, but stirs when I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” I tease. “This baby is sure making you tired.” She rubs her eyes and sits up. I pass her a bottle of water and she smiles at me before taking a drink.
“Do you want to take a bath with me?” I ask. She nods. “Stay there and finish your water. I will call you when it’s ready.”
As I stand up, Brooke grabs my hand. “You really are the best husband ever.”
I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips before pulling back. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, baby,” I say.
Brooke brushes her hand gently down the side of my face. “I know. That’s why I love you so much.”
When the bath is ready, I turn to go and get her, but she is leaning against the door frame, watching me. I put my hand out to grab her, pulling her closer to me. “How long have you been standing there?” I ask.
“Not long,” she replies cheekily. “I was just admiring the view.”
I scoop her into my arms and place her gently in the bath. “I do have legs, you know,” she says. I just smile.
I get in behind her and she leans back on my chest, and I rest my hands on her stomach. I still can’t believe there is a tiny human growing in there.
“Are you happy?” I ask.
“Very,” she replies, putting her tiny hands on top of mine.
I kiss the top of her head. “I’m going to take the rest of the week off. If you like, when you are over your morning sickness, we can go to Paris and finish our honeymoon.”
“That’s would be nice,” she replies with a sigh. “I am sorry we had to cut our holiday short.”
“Oh, baby. It wasn’t your fault. I am just glad you are going to be okay.”
****
Brooke
The rest of the week goes by fast. It sucks that Logan has to go back to work because it was nice having him around. I am still getting sick in the mornings, but Michelle says that it should stop in a few weeks. I am finally back to doing my morning runs. Logan wasn’t happy about it at first, but after he called the doctor and he confirmed it was okay, there wasn’t much he could say about it.
Most of my days are spent at the studio with Michelle, but I always try to be home around the same time as Logan.
My Tuesday classes are filling up fast. I now have over forty students attending on that day. There is one girl…Jacinta. She is a fantastic dancer and has real potential. She is a quiet girl who doesn’t say much, but when she dances, she holds nothing back. After class, I walk up to her. “Hey, Jacinta. I was just wondering if you’d be interested in taking some private lessons.” I smile. “Free of charge, of course.”
“Oh, Miss Brooke,” Jacinta said, “I am really enjoying my classes. I’d love to have some private lessons, but it’s just not possible. I need to be home by five before my father gets
home from work.”
“Well, what if I talked to your parents?”
The terrified look she gives me is surprising. “My father doesn’t know I am taking dance lessons,” she whispers. “If he finds out, my mother will be in trouble.” I can see the fear on her face as she speaks, and it worries me.
“Is everything alright at home?” I ask. She nods, but doesn’t even look at me. I grab her hand. “Please look at me, Jacinta,” I say softly. “I am your friend and you can trust me.” She still doesn’t make eye contact with me. “Please.”
“I have to go,” she says, pulling her hand from mine before running towards the door. I stand there in shock.
“Will I still see you next Tuesday?!” I call out. She turns just as she reaches the door and nods.
After arriving home that night, I can’t get her out of my mind. Something isn’t right. I can feel it. I’m not going to push her to talk to me, but I am going to make damn sure I keep a close eye on her.
When Logan arrives home from work, I am sitting at the table. I look up at him and smile. He sits down next to me and kisses me. “How was your day, baby?” he asks. I shrug. I think he can tell my mind is preoccupied. “Is everything alright?”
“I’m just worried about one of my students,” I reply.
He rubs my back. “Do you want to talk about it?” I look at him and shake my head.
He kisses the top of my head before getting up from the table. “I’m here if you change your mind,” he says.
I look up at him and smile. “Thanks, hot stuff,” I reply. He walks towards his office to put his briefcase away.
After dinner, I am still quiet. Logan invites me to take a bath with him, and I nod. Relaxing in the bath with my gorgeous husband is just what I need to clear my mind.
I rest my head on his chest. Logan gently rubs my stomach. “How’s our little angel today?” I don’t know why, but it has become our pet name for the baby. We have decided not to find out the sex of the baby. We haven’t really discussed names, either, because it is a bit early for that.
