Passion, Vows & Babies: Love, Doctor (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Inner Harbor Book 1)

by M. C. Cerny

  Before we leave the office she signs a bunch of papers and Agent Todeski stamps them. It’s official, Milo is staying.

  12

  Piper

  Milo is working late tonight at the hospital but he sent ahead a gift. He always sends gifts on nights he’s working late. Equally excited and curious the doorbell rings and I open the door to find a box delivery. I sign for it and take the box to the kitchen counter. A kitchen knife makes quick work of the tape and I open the lid exposing what’s inside.

  Underneath layers of tissue paper I pull out the black silk and lace. A feather drifts upward from the thrill with which I opened the box teasing my nose into a sneeze. Reaching inside I pull out a duster. That sneaky man. I pick the rest out finding a note folded within the lace apron:

  Pip-

  I’m sorry I’ll be working late tonight. I’m hoping you might be able to fulfill the fantasies of an aging man when I come home later. I would be forever in your debt.

  -Milo

  Apparently, my husband has a thing for French maid costumes. It’s not the strangest request. Kind of hot actually and a thrill races through me thinking about his reaction to seeing me wearing it. Good thing the housekeeper came and cleaned up the house because this gives me time to pamper and get ready for a night that is sure to rock his loafers off.

  I lay out the outfit on our bed arranging it so I can see all the pieces of it. Sexy short dress, lace edging and little hat to match. I decide to snap a picture of them and text Milo.

  Me: Thanks for the upgrade in my wardrobe.

  AppleADay: I’m glad you like it. I should be out of here in an hour.

  Me: Perfect. I’ll be waiting trussed up with feathers.

  AppleADay: I’m looking forward to plucking them.

  Excitement shoots through me and I take a quick shower, blow out my hair and apply the lightest of makeup. No need for full face when I plan to sweat it off the second he walks in the door. I slip on a pair of black stockings and garters with black patent pumps I keep for going out nights I rarely went on.

  I arrange the short dress just so and head into the kitchen pouring us glasses of wine. I lay the paper out on the countertop and wait. I don’t have long to go when the door opens and Milo enters. He hangs up his jacket and slips off his loafers by the door not once taking his eyes off of me. It’s so hot I’m ready to combust on sight. Teasing him I lean over the counter dusting nothing of significance. It’s all for show so he can see the rise of my garter belt and the line of my panties underneath.

  “Piper you look amazing.” He reaches for me pulling me into his arms and nuzzling my hair.

  “You’re so tense.” I drop the duster on the counter and hug him back rubbing the knots out of his shoulders. I lick my lips brushing them against the shell of his ear feeling him shudder under my fingertips. My hand slips between us low on his thigh and rising up to cup him in his dress pants.

  “I would be less tense if my wife assisted me in the bedroom.” Milo growled picking me up by my waist to hoist me up on the kitchen counter.

  “I’d be happy to assist you anywhere you want.”

  “Good.” He says picking up the duster and trolling the feathered ends over my collarbone in the skimpy dress. He twists the wand of the duster and it starts a low humming sound.

  “What the?”

  “Relax Piper. It’s a vibrator.” Milo explains letting it trail over my shoulder and down my solar plexus.

  “Aren’t you just full of surprises tonight?” The vibrator is new and unexpected. If I thought the roll playing was hot, this was a kinky side to my husband I didn’t expect.

  “I aim to please madam.” He slips the end of the duster under my skirt tracing the line of my thigh to my thong panties. I feel my garter snap and my stockings releases starting a slow slide down my legs. Shoes drop to the floor and he pushes me back on the counter raising my legs up.

  “I thought I was going to serve you tonight?” I watch Milo between my bent legs and he smiles.

  Milo chuckles glancing at the dish of food I plated earlier thinking he might be hungry for actual sustenance when he got home. “Oh, you’ll serve me alright. I’m so hungry I’ll be eating you out on a silver platter.”

  His hand flips up my skirt and he yanks my thong tearing it clean off me. Hands massage my bare ass and a finger grazes my puckered asshole. He takes the vibrating duster and places it at my lips. I lick the end wetting it. Two fingers sink deep inside my channel and my breath catches. My eyes flutter closed and I’m chanting Milo’s name while his thick fingers stretch me, preparing me.

  “That’s my girl.” He kisses my stomach about my freshly shaved mound and my mouth falls open on a silent moan. My hands cover my mouth to bite my finger and stop my scream. The duster has found its way under my skirt and plays at my entrance slowly popping inside but never deeper than what I think is an inch. He doesn’t skim my g-spot with the vibrator. Instead he’s merciless in tormenting me until I’m writhing on the countertop. He holds me so I don’t fall off and I hear the distinct sound of his zipper being pulled down and being scooted to the end of the countertop.

  “Oh God, Milo please!” I feel the head of his swollen bulbous cock press against me in a slow pressure. He’s prolonging this out and it’s driving me crazy and soaking wet.

  “Patience.” He murmurs against my belly dropping kisses and bites. The vibrator teases me prodding deeper on each pass over my pussy lips. He pumps gently but doesn’t give me what I want.

  I try reaching for him but he directs my hands up and over my head to hold the counter top. I feel his arms flexing against my shaking legs.

  “Please Milo.” I beg.

  “Do you want to come my pretty wife?” I nod as he picks up the pace finally. He’s working the vibrator in earnest now leaning forward to run his tongue along the seam of my nether lips.

  “God yes!” My voice is hoarse, tears escaping from under my lashes.

  “Show me love.” Milo replaces the vibrator with his thick cock easily sliding in aided by my wet honey coating him from root to tip. The vibrator returns and I feel a press at my star. It stings at first making me gasp.

  “Breath in and out Piper.” I follow Milo’s lead and he pushes the stick inside humming away as his cock fills me. The well to my orgasm breaks on a cry and he fills both ends of me, his seed jetting deep and my walls contracting around him.

  “Fuck, Milo.”

  “I know.” He kisses his way back up my body careful when pulling out of my still convulsing body. His face masters the devious smirk I’ve come to love so much.

  “Bedroom?” I sigh my legs feeling like rubber from running a 5k on the treadmill and out of commission.

  “Bedroom.” Milo agrees helping me up and carrying me down the hall to our room for round two.

  Epilogue

  “Milo!” Hearing my wife screech at the top of her lungs from the hallway doesn’t send me into the same panic it did yesterday. Nurses on the maternity floor barely glance in my direction recognizing me. I might be famous, but my wife is infamous around here since I knocked her up. Diana peeks her head out from the door and I run like the wind afraid of missing anything. I spin the wedding ring on my finger loving the heavy feel of it on my hand. Minutes earlier I was sent from her room and told not to come back without her favorite protein packed ice cream. Like an avenging ice cream angel I bring her favorite brand Halo and a spoon.

  “Piper, darling.” Her face is beat red and her hands are clenched tight. I place the market bag on the nightstand next to the bed placing my cool palms over her cheeks. She’s panting through another long contraction. She can’t have the ice cream anyway since she’s in labor now, but I don’t tell her that. I leave that news to her lucky obstetrician.

  “I hate you.” The growl is feral sounding

  “Good thing we’re not due for a full moon anytime soon.” I kiss her forehead and help her sit up to massage her back the way she likes. Up until labor she wa
s ravenous for me to touch her, now I’m lucky she doesn’t gut me when I turn away.

  “Piper!” Diana scolds brushing back the dark hair clinging to her face. My beautiful wife looks slightly crazy in a preganant haven’t slept in twenty-fours kind of way. She might not like it but I think she’s a goddess all rounded belly and a rigid spine of strength. Frankly, it makes me hornier than it should right now and I have to think unsexy thoughts to calm myself down.

  “How could he do this to me?” She curls up into Diana’s arms pushing me away. Piper lost her center of gravity sometime ago and not even her legs fully bend to curl up. A lesser man might have felt useless or insulted but I don’t. Fun fact about my wife, she has no tolerance for pain. It makes her crazy, irrational, and I become public enemy number one. When she sprained her ankle halfway through her pregnancy I made her stop managing the gym hiring a temporary person to work with Jax when the doctor put her on bedrest. Let’s just say I’m good at ducking pillows, tv remotes, and projectile envelopes of mail made into paper airplanes.

  “Honey, you’re having a baby. We’re having a baby.”

  Piper husks, “No Milo, I’m having this baby. You’re smoking a cigar while I push out a cantaloupe from a button hole.”

  “Lovely darling.” I rub her hand, but it’s snatched it away to smack me.

  “Piper it’s not that bad. Think of the little bundle of love you’ve been waiting for?” Diana coos rubbing her belly. I might be concerned when, not if Piper’s head starts twisting around like a demon from the movies.

  “Get. It. Out.” Piper eyes me over her friend’s shoulder and I smirk. Of all the requests this one I can’t help her with.

  “That’s not what you said nine months ago.”

  “I was drunk.”

  “On proseco?”

  “It was our honeymoon.” She wails as another contraction takes over. The three of us coach Piper through the cramps, Diana does the breath and I count the time on my watch.

  “You’re right and it was best honeymoon ever.” I sit next to her on the bed holding her hand letting her squeeze it until her strength gives out. I nod at Diana to give us a minute. Piper’s wrath is a part of the pregnancy neither of us expected so soon. She’s not mad and I bet once this is over I’ll have days of another hormone rollercoaster filled with tears to kiss away.

  “I’ll go get the doctor, sweetie.” Diana leaves and Piper leans into me, her mini freak out over for the moment.

  My other hand rests on her big belly that holds our child. No matter how much I’ve studied the human body it’s an amazing creation capable of bringing life into the world and healing. Piper is consumed at the moment with birthing our legacy. I doubt she would appreciate my thoughts on human physiology right now.

  “Can we go back?” She whimpers pulling me closer. I would do this yo-yo with her forever confident we have the forever kind of love.

  I kiss her forehead teasing. “Of course we can. I want at least three more babies.”

  She tenses and the contractions are close now.

  “Milo!” Piper returns to pregnant volitility. I know my wife loves me. I love her equally as much.

  “I love you. I don’t care how many babies we have. This can be our only and last, it doesn’t matter because I have you sweetheart.” I’m man enough to say we both tear up and kiss tasting salt and gratitude on our lips.

  The doctor appears completely oblivious to our exchange snapping purple gloves on his hands. “Alright, let’s see how far dilated you are now, Mrs. Lazare.”

  Piper’s face pinches and I rub her back easing her into position so the doctor can check her out. In the beginning I foolishly thought I’d be right in there doing this for her, but I’m not. I’m her support, her rock and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Although I can’t say the house wasn’t properly stocked incase this baby was born during a Nor’easter. I like to be prepared unlike the stack of mail in my office collecting dust since I got my residency status approved. Piper will have a field day when she’s up to organizing.

  “Dr. Lazare when was your wife’s last ultrasound.”

  “About two weeks ago. She was having an episode of low blood sugar and put on bed rest until the conclusion of the pregnancy.”

  “Gestational Diabetes?” He asks and I nod. We had gotten pretty practiced and checking her blood.

  “I’m right here Milo.” Piper grumbles through another contraction. She’s muttering about blood sugar and vampires and I pat her hand reassuring. This is doctor talk between colleagues and I don’t want to worry her as vulnerable as she might feel in the moment waiting for our baby.

  “Are you concerned about fetal distress?” I know I am having been here twenty hours and counting with no talk of c-section just yet.

  “Hmm.” The doctor feels her belly and then takes a gander between her legs which has me feeling protective and growly.

  “How’s our baby?” Piper bites her lip and I kiss her reassuringly.

  “Our baby is fine sweetheart.” I believe it but I won’t dismiss the reality of worry that gnaws at my stomach. In all of our ultrasounds the technitions couldn’t see the sex of our baby. Piper smiled each time happy to see an active heartbeat and healthy growth measuments and I felt guilt because I hadn’t realized how much I wanted to know. Disappointment filled me at first because I wanted to decorate the nursery like crazy. We finally stopped asking and prayed for a healthy happy baby. The lack of control bothered me more than I wanted to admit.

  “I think there’s two.” The doctor replies.

  “Two what?” Confused, I keep massaging Piper’s neck watching her focused breaths. Her beautiful breasts have plumped nicely during her pregnancy and my hand slips down the side of her rib cage grazing them tenderly. He cheek turns to my arm and her lips kiss me while lines of exhaustion grace her face.

  “Milo.” She whines desperately paying neither of us any attention.

  “Shhh, you got this sweetheart. You’re doing great. I love you.” I coach her through the pain.

  “Of course you love me, you got me to agree to push out a watermelon from a peach pit.” She grunts and I kiss her quickly.

  The doctor wisely holds back a chuckle.

  “Mrs. Lazare.” Piper squeezes her eyes shut and we have to nudge her to pay attention. My poor wife can’t do this forever but I want her to be the decision maker what we do next within reason.

  The doctor speaks again, “I want you to bear down as hard as you can through this next contraction.”

  The next ten minutes are life altering, and amazing all at once. I would never grow tired of hearing Piper’s married name as our doctor directs her through the pushes. Diana returns in time to play catcher for our squalling son Dmitri. His dark head of matted hair and squalling lungs made my chest hitch with pride.

  My boy.

  My son.

  We are far from done. As luck would have it, I had a backup name for a baby girl. Who knew we would have to use them both on the first try. A nearly identical face to match her brother senior by only a few minutes and equally as pink and loud.

  My little princess.

  My daughter.

  I have a feeling Danika will be just like her mother wrapping me around her little finger and leaving me hopelessly in love.

  The End.

  Afterword

  Don’t miss out on all the other stories available in the Passion, Vows & Babies Kindle World! They’re all crossover stories with characters from the Sex & Vows and/or Yeah, Baby series by Fiona Davenport.

  Other Titles by M.C. Cerny

  DESIGNED BY LOVE SERIES

  Love Under Construction

  Unlovely Things

  Heart Burn

  Tailwind

  Love, Actually

  Mission For Love

  Mine To Keep

  Love On Tap

  GOLD BEACH SERIES

  Summer Ever After

  Remains of Winter

  Roman Holliday
– A Novella

  NIGHT OWL – THE COMPLETE SERIAL

  Night Owl

  On Air

  Radio Silent

  Song Bird

  Wicked Games

  THE REED SERIES

  Flashpoint

  Pulse Point

  THE MONROE MATCHMAKERS

  Under The Mistletoe #1

  The Naughty List #2

  Own The Night #3

  DEFINED SERIES

  Deviation

  Contusion

  THE CLUB SERIES

  An Eye For An Eye

  Branded

  STANDALONE NOVELS

  Dream Catcher

  Blackout

  AN ALMOST HEAVEN SERIES

  Angel

  Mr. Huntley’s Wife

  INNER HARBOR SERIES

  Love, Doctor

  Training, Daddy

  Employee Benefits

  Note From The Author

  I’ve taken liberties with the laws surrounding work Visas and immigration status to make it work for this story. I consulted an immigration attorney and learned that there are plenty of grey areas to be debated. Any factual errors are mine alone.

  Thanks for reading.

  XO

  About the Author

  M.C. Cerny fell in love with books after experiencing her first real ugly cry reading, Where The Red Fern Grows. Her debut romantic suspense novel, Flashpoint, was written in a series of post-it-note ramblings that would likely make her idol Tom Clancy and her mother blush. She is a post graduate of NYU and calls rural NJ home with her menagerie of human and feline fur-babies. When M.C. is not writing, you’ll find her lurking in Starbucks, running stupid marathons, singing Disney show tunes, and searching out the perfect shade of pink nail polish.