Over the Hedge: Part 2- The Finale (Lucky in Love)

by Minerva Vesta

  Lashawnda put her hands on what used to be her hips, her expression serious.

  “It wasn’t meant to be. Listening to you describe how violent you got to protect your family made me so wet I need you to use some of that aggression to satisfy me. And, I’m not talking about that sweet and slow stuff you’ve been giving me for the last few weeks. I keep telling you I’m not going to break just because I’m pregnant. Oh, no…you need to take it back to the motherland; go ape-shit on this pussy.” Lashawnda shook her head from side to side with a laugh.

  She laughed even harder as Sean’s mouth gaped open in shock.

  “Where did my sweet, innocent wife get such a dirty mouth?” Sean asked with a smile.

  He pulled Lashawnda up and escorted her to bed. He did his rounds, checking the house and looking in on the kids before going back to fulfill his wife’s request.

  At one point, they became so playful in their loving with monkey sounds they couldn’t stop laughing. Sean tried to hold back his aggressive nature, but Lashawnda wouldn’t let him. She told him she was ready to have this baby, so anything to get the ball rolling was well-needed. Sean was always very gentle with her when she became full-term. Especially with their first child; he refused to make love to her rough like she liked it for fear of hurting the baby. But now, on baby number three, that fear had eased greatly. Sean loved Lashawnda thoroughly until she fell asleep instantly after her last orgasm.

  Deep into the night, the buzzing of Sean’s phone awakened Lashawnda. He answered it and started to walk out of the room.

  “Baby, who is that?” Lashawnda inquired drowsily from underneath the sheets.

  “It’s just Brent. Go back to sleep,” Sean said before placing a kiss on her lips.

  She followed his orders. Their recent activity had made her so tired she felt like she could sleep for days. Without any complaints, she curled around her body pillow and fell asleep.

  She felt him slip back into bed. Lashawnda had no idea what time it was but had no energy to inquire.

  The next morning at breakfast, she noticed slight bruises on his face and knuckles. She asked him about them, and he told her it was from the fight. She didn’t believe him because she couldn’t recall seeing them the night before. She let it drop, but the phone call in the middle of the night and the new bruises made her even more suspicious, and she was unable to get it out of her mind.

  Lashawnda spoke to Crystal later that day. She said Brent had bruises as well, but he wouldn’t tell her from where.

  A few months after Greyson’s birth, Sean finally came clean and told her he and Brent went after the guys and ended up beating the crap out of them. I wasn’t sure why the police didn’t end up at our house. But after a while I figured this was just another one of the many perks of Brent being a Senator’s son.

  Present Day

  Sean snuggled next to Lashawnda and turned her head, so they were facing each other.

  “Let’s have another baby.” Sean didn’t know where the thought came from but looking into his wife’s dark brown eyes, he knew it was right.

  “What? No, Sean we have four kids,” Lashawnda responded sitting up in the bed.

  “Count them…four.” She pointed at the family picture on the nightstand.

  Lashawnda called out the names of their little ones in order of birth, counting them on her fingers. “Ellandra, Phillip, Greyson, and Nathan. I think we’ve more than filled our quota for repopulating the planet. Some would say we’ve overdone it. And now, you want to have another one?”

  The couple had a tough time coming up with names for their first child. Until Lashawnda woke up one morning with a huge smile on her face from the dream she had of their mothers holding a baby girl. So, they named their first girl Ellandra, a combination of Elizabeth and Sandra, but everyone called her Ella. She was the belle of the ball; the first grandchild and still the only girl. They followed suit with all their other children and named them after the special people in their lives. Philip and Greyson were named after their grandfathers. Little Nate got his name from Dr. Nathan Barnes.

  There were times when Lashawnda could almost see the personalities of their namesakes reflected in the children, especially Nate.

  “Why not? We can afford it,” Sean said pulling her back down to lay beside him.

  “Just because we can, doesn’t mean we should,” Lashawnda answered rolling her eyes at him.

  “I want another little girl to spoil,” Sean countered, with a dimpled grin.

  “Sean, you spoil all the kids. Speaking of which, we are not getting Ella a cell phone; she is going to be nine-years-old. She doesn’t need it.”

  He tried giving her a pleading look, but her stern expression didn’t change. She was not going to budge. He sighed and pressed his head back against the pillow.

  “Fine. But, don’t get mad when I tell you, you can’t get a new pair of shoes or some other girly thing,” he said sounding contrite.

  “A baby and a pair of shoes are not the same thing, Sean. Besides, I have my own money, husband. I don’t need you to buy me shoes.” Lashawnda giggled at her husband’s pout.

  She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist. Sean stroked the hair on the back of her neck. His scent was arousing, and she pressed her pelvis into his side. The room became silent, and she wondered how long she could keep up her performance. When she looked up at him again, he was still sulking.

  “Okay, sourpuss…but I’ve already decided this baby will be our last one,” Lashawnda conceded.

  A large thousand-watt smile appeared on Sean’s face, and he pulled Lashawnda closer to him. He was busy thinking about all the beautiful changes Lashawnda’s body would go through again, and how he would be there to experience it for the fifth time. She had gotten a little morning sickness with Phillip and Nate, but Ella and Greyson were a whole other story. His mind strayed to the fact he might have to give up his office to make room for another baby. He could convince Lashawnda to do an addition to the house. They had plenty of yard space.

  It was then, her words finally hit him.

  Sean sat up in the bed, rolled over on top of her, caging Lashawnda underneath his large frame.

  “Wait you just said, ‘you’ve already decided this baby will be our last.’”

  “Yep,” she replied, keeping her expression blank.

  Sean looked into her eyes; it was the one place he could find the answer to his question. She could hold a good poker face, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

  “How far along are you?” he asked.

  “Eight or nine weeks. I’m not one hundred percent sure, yet,” she replied excitedly.

  Sean smiled even harder at the sound of her excited voice. He wrapped both arms around her body and pulled on top of him for a tight hug. Lashawnda settled her head underneath Sean’s chin and held him as close as she could. She smiled when she felt his voice vibrating against her cheek.

  “Aww, thank you so much, sweetheart,” Sean said.

  “You are very much welcome. I didn’t do it by myself; I should thank you too,” she replied.

  His slight chuckle rang in her ear. They held onto each other, thankful for four healthy children, and hopefully, another on the way. They knew how blessed they were. There knew people who had a lot of difficulty getting pregnant. Yet, here they were looking forward to welcoming their fifth child into this world.

  Sean unwrapped his arms from around his wife before rolling her onto her back. Looking down into her smiling face, he smoothed her hair from her forehead.

  “Are you happy, Mrs. Colcord?” he asked.

  Lashawnda felt tears burning behind her eyelids from the tenderness of the moment. She couldn’t blame it on the hormones, yet; especially when she had experienced this little scenario many times before. Sean always did this at the strangest times, family get-togethers, while they were out to dinner, and even once at the grocery store. He needed reaffirmation on his role as daddy and h
usband and sometimes as a best friend. She reached up and rubbed his cheeks that prickled with his morning stubble.

  “I am the happiest woman in the world, Mr. Colcord,” Lashawnda answered with all honesty.

  “Yeah?” Sean asked with a smile forming at the corners of his lips.

  “Oh, yeah,” Lashawnda replied while nodding her head.

  “I love you,” Sean said before capturing her plump lips in a kiss that expressed his feelings to its entirety.

  When she was finally given a moment to breathe, Lashawnda responded, “You better. I am about to be an incubator for the next thirty weeks to your fifth child.”

  Sean reached down and pulled her legs around his waist. They had made love last night, so they were both still gloriously naked. Using his hips, he maneuvered the tip of his cock to her entrance before lowering his head to her lips. He kissed her with sensual tenderness. He put his hand on either side of her head and entered her in a slow, steady thrust. She gasped, tightened her hand on his forearms and moaned his name. Sean angled his hips slightly and was rewarded by his wife’s high-pitched squeak.

  Lashawnda licked her lips. “I’m already pregnant. This isn’t going to change anything.”

  “I know. This is me celebrating.”

  He reached between them and strummed her clit. Using his other hand to bring her bountiful breast to his lips, he deepened his penetration. The onslaught of each sensation was driving her crazy. Sean captured her moans in his mouth as she came with a fierce passion, drenching him with her liquid heat.

  Sean kissed Lashawnda hard on the lips before turning her over and pulling her up on her knees. He settled in behind her, and grabbed hold of her hips, before entering her wet core in one powerful thrust.

  “Now, I’m going to punish you for keeping secrets from your husband.” He slapped her on her ass playfully.

  Lashawnda bit her lip and arched her back in anticipation as Sean kissed her rounded bottom. They had learned early on in their relationship that they both liked it when he went hard, deep, and fast. Sean rubbed his hand from the base of her spine to the nape of her neck in one even stroke. He leaned forward, and turned her head, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. Lashawnda whimpered as Sean’s first stroke hit the spot nestled deep inside of her.

  “You know how much I love you?” Sean asked against her neck. Her scent was making him harder than granite.

  “Mmm, I do, baby. I know. I love you just as much,” Lashawnda groaned when Sean reached up and grabbed a hand full of her hair. The slight tinge of pain enhanced the pleasure of him stroking her towards another orgasm.

  “You know how happy I am right now?” He asked in a strained voice. “My sweet wife is blessing me with another baby girl.” Sean hadn’t realized how emotional the knowledge of her carrying another one of his children had made him. “Lashawnda…”

  “I know baby…I know,” she answered his cry for understanding. “But Sean, you do realize this baby has a fifty-fifty chance of being a boy,” she said pointing out the obvious.

  Sean smirked at her comment.

  “Oh, sweetheart wouldn’t you like that—if we were having a boy.” He licked her neck seductively. Lashawnda’s pussy flooded with the sensual tone of his voice.

  “Boy or not…I want another girl. I guess we’ll keep trying,” he whispered in her ear before nipping her flesh with his teeth.

  Sean reared up on his knees, taking hold of her hips with his large hands.

  “Mrs. Colcord, I think I like you best when you’re barefoot and pregnant.”

  Lashawnda was enjoying the hard-forceful thrusts of her husband’s hips. He knew when he fucked her like this, he could get her to agree to anything. As he pounded into her, they both knew she was at his mercy.

  “Sean…oh God…Sean just like that,” she begged.

  She was about to cum and Sean wanted to taste her.

  Pulling out, heedless of her protest, he crouched down with his face right in her core. He placed an open mouth kiss on her lower lips before consuming every drop of her juices. He slid his tongue as deep into her slippery channel as he could go. He didn’t think he could get enough of this. Sean growled when he heard her moans die down. That is not where he wanted her to be.

  He spread her legs wide with his hands. Reaching underneath, he took hold of her nipples and tweaked them between his thumb and forefinger. She jerked in front of him, pressing her bottom against his face, seeking out his tongue. Sean obliged his wife’s request. Opening his mouth wide he covered her core and sucked with an intense force that made her throw her head back and scream.

  He didn’t worry about the kids hearing her; it was one of the reasons he loved his house. The master bedroom was located on the opposite side of their large home.

  Lashawnda was unable to hold back her wails of satisfaction. She came with a blinding passion that brought tears to her eyes.

  Sean drank and drank until she was drained. It was only then he crawled up behind her and repositioned his cock into its most favorite place in the world. Lashawnda was too weak to hold herself up and fell to the bed. With her flat on her stomach, Sean took advantage of her position and plundered her sensitive flesh mercilessly. He knew how much she loved him pressing her into the mattress, reinforcing his dominance.

  Rolling over on his side, Sean took Lashawnda with him. He took her right leg and placed it over his waist, opening her up to accept all of him.

  “You have no idea how much you mean to me.” He breathed heavily, moving her damp hair from her face so that he could kiss her cheek.

  “Damn, woman! You’ve got my heart and my dick in the palm of your hand. I’ve loved you since our first date, and ten years later, the intensity hasn’t dwindled.”

  Sean sucked on the side of her neck and let out a string of profanities when she tightened her snatch around his cock.

  “Ugghhh…fuck!” Sean howled.

  He couldn't prolong the tension building in the base of his spine and spreading to his balls. He gripped Lashawnda around her waist with his right hand and palmed her ample breast with his left. With her as his anchor, Sean traveled over into the realm of mind-numbing pleasure.

  With all his energy drained, Sean held onto his wife, rubbing circles on her stomach that held his next precious gift.

  “You have made me so damn happy.”

  Lashawnda smirked at Sean’s exhausted voice.

  “I’m just returning the favor,” she replied with satisfaction.

  It was another hour before the kids would wake up. Lashawnda rolled over onto Sean’s chest, curled her sated body around his, and drifted off into slumber.

  ☙☙MV❧❧

  Five months later

  Lashawnda looked over the front yard watching Sean wrestle with the boys. They were making a lot of noise. No doubt their neighbor would make some remark about them taking it to the backyard next time. But she didn’t care. Seeing her husband with his sons always made her feel good. Ella was standing at the side of the yard looking over the hedge. Lashawnda approached her daughter, who was more like her than the other children.

  “What’s got your attention over here?” she asked fluffing her curly ponytail.

  Ella pointed at the moving truck two houses over. “Someone just moved into Desiree’s old house.”

  “Oh, that’s nice. Maybe they have a little girl your age you could play with.”

  Since Desiree moved away, Ella had no one to hang out with. Of course, she had her younger brothers, but they didn’t like the girlie games she played.

  “I only see two boys.” Just then Ella ducked behind the hedge. Lashawnda was about to ask her what she was hiding from when Sean came up behind her and pulled her against his chest.

  “What are you two looking at?” he asked Lashawnda. He looked at Ella questioningly, and Lashawnda shook her head in bewilderment.

  “Seems like someone moved into Desiree’s old house. But then your daughter went into hiding,” Lashawnda replied pur
sing her lips in Ella’s direction.

  “Mom!” Phillip yelled from the other side of the yard.

  “Boy, quit all that screaming,” Lashawnda lightly scolded.

  “Gray’s got a potty mouth. Well, more like potty hands,” Philip said before he shoved his younger brother and took off running.

  Greyson looked at his parents with his father’s big green eyes and smiled sweetly. He looked more like his father than the rest of the kids. There was barely a hint he was biracial. His auburn-colored curls blew riotously in the early evening wind. His hair was as untamed as he was. He went after his big brother for retaliation. He faintly missed stepping on his younger brother in his haste.

  Of their four children, Greyson was the most challenging behavior wise. He had inherited his father’s willful personality and his grandfather’s stubbornness.

  Ella was a handful too, but she was just spoiled.

  Phillip was a momma’s boy, so Lashawnda had no trouble out of him.

  Little Nate was in a class all his own. Just like his namesake, he danced to the beat of his own drum. Mrs. Colcord claimed he had an artist’s spirit.

  “Hey, watch it,” Sean yelled after the boys.

  They paid him no attention. He tried again, this time bringing his pointer and middle fingers in small circular motion by his eyes and pointed it at both boys, signing and speaking at the same time so that both boys got his point. Greyson was excellent at reading lips, but it was difficult when the person speaking was a large distance away from him.

  “My bad,” Phillip replied.

  Greyson rubbed his closed fist above his heart, signing, ‘sorry.’

  “Be careful,” Sean signed back. He turned his attention back, hugging his wife’s body close to his.

  The couple looked over at the neighbor’s house just as two boys came outside. One looked to be in his early teens, and the other was around Ella’s age. Sean watched as the little boy stopped and stared in their direction like he was looking for someone. Lashawnda waved at him, and he timidly waved back. Sean looked at their daughter peeking through the shrubs with a little smile on her face and knew instantly what sent her into hiding.