Baby Making: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel

by Mya Wood

  They never said another word. Instead they fell onto the bed and luxuriated in each other silently, each with the tiniest of moans escaping their lips. And when they finally let themselves go, they made no sound. They were both too busy biting their lips to keep from saying the one thought that was trying to get out.

  When they were still, Bianca hooked her leg over his to hold him there.

  “Stay with me,” she begged, and Landry complied.

  But finally, with a sigh, he moved out of her and headed for the bathroom. Bianca heard the shower turn on and then turn off and then turn on again.

  What’s he doing? she wondered.

  “Hey, Bianca, come here.”

  The shower turned off again.

  “What?” she said, getting off the bed.

  “Come here.”

  Bianca went into the bathroom. Landry was standing in the tub grinning broadly.

  “Don’t you think I should check out this shower? I mean, what kind of midnight handyman would I be, otherwise?” He turned on the taps, then turned and held out his hand.

  “Emergency replacement midnight handyman,” corrected Bianca, stepping carefully into the tub.

  Landry flipped the lever, and the water rained down on them. They kissed and touched and played. They let all their body parts have their way. You want to touch – go ahead. You want to taste – do it.

  Finally, Bianca reached over and turned off the shower. She turned off the taps – carefully – and stepped out of the tub. She took Landry’s hand and motioned for him to follow her. She grabbed a couple of towels and headed for the bed, taking one towel and patting him dry one tiny area at a time.

  Landry did the same to her, and they stared into each other’s eyes and rubbed the terrycloth over each other until they couldn’t stand it any longer. He then grabbed the towels and threw them aside, flipping Bianca onto her back and moving over her.

  They were not silent this time.

  “Well, that’s just great,” said Bianca finally, as they lay panting and sweating together.

  “What?” said Landry, who was drifting off.

  “Now we need another shower.” Bianca laughed and trailed her fingernails down his stomach.

  Landry looked at the clock. “But first some dinner,” he said. He needed to buy some time before he could expend any more sexual energy. “And we have to move this up to my place. It’s nearly nine o’clock.”

  Bianca raised her arms over her head and stretched her body out in a move that made Landry think he really wasn’t going to need all that much time before he was ready again. “I guess we have to get dressed to do that,” she said.

  “Well, that depends,” said Landry, turning toward her and leaning his head on his hand. “How fast can you run?”

  Bianca burst out laughing. “God, I…”

  Don’t say it! yelled her brain.

  “I…I’m hungry. Did you mention pizza earlier?”

  They pulled their clothes back on. Landry ordered the pizza, and Bianca grabbed her toiletry bag, remembering to throw her key into it. She put it inside the plastic bag with the condoms, and they went out to the front to wait for the pizza to be delivered. They sat in the glider, holding hands and saying nothing.

  When the pizza arrived, Landry paid for it and they carried it up to his room. As they ate, Bianca asked him about how he lived during the season. Did the team eat a lot of pizza? Could they eat what they wanted or was that pretty much decided for them?

  Landry answered her questions and provided some insight into life on the road. It wasn’t a life that Bianca thought she would ever want. Landry said that he didn’t think he would want it too much longer either. He had been in the business for a long time, and he wanted to expand his horizons – maybe do more investing and try a little acting. He was just waiting to see how the next season did before making any definite decisions.

  When they were done eating, they tidied up the remains of the pizza.

  “Can we go for a walk on the beach?” asked Bianca. “I know you’re on duty, but can we leave a note on the door or something? We don’t have to go far.”

  “I think that’s a great idea,” said Landry.

  He wrote down that he was walking on the beach and would not be out of sight of the Inn, should he be needed. He pinned the note to the door, and they headed out through the hedge to the beach.

  They walked barefoot along the sand as far as they could in one direction without losing sight of the Inn, and then they turned back. They did the same thing in the other direction, and then they returned. They walked slowly and deliberately, not saying much, just enjoying the evening and each other’s presence.

  Finally, they went back to Landry’s room and made love again. It wasn’t the fiery sexual gymnastics of previous encounters, but rather a slow adoration of each other that built to a peak and left them in ashes. They clung to each other in desperation, both of them afraid to let go.

  Finally, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Landry didn’t turn his back this time, however. Instead he held Bianca all night. They woke up around three and made love again, a sleepy beginning with lazy caresses that ended much as it began, only on a more intense level.

  Bianca woke at 6:30. She looked over at Landry. God, what an angelic face! Watching him sleep was so peaceful. She wondered if she should wake him. No, she thought, let him sleep. She would be happy to have the last memory of his lovemaking be the languorous movements of their hands and bodies from the early morning.

  Bianca slipped out of bed as quietly as she could. Making love this morning would be an act of desperation, and not one she was sure she could survive. She would just go down to her room and have a shower. They could have a nice breakfast together, and then she would get in her car and go.

  It would all be very civilized.

  Bianca grabbed her bag from the bathroom and headed downstairs. She stripped off her clothes and got into the shower. It started as silent tears; she was almost not even aware that they were coming down her face. Then she started to shake so badly that she could no longer stand, and she sank down into the tub.

  Bianca sat in the tub with her head in her hands, her knees drawn up, sobs wracking her body as the water poured down on her.

  She could do this. She knew she could do this. She could get it together, and she could do this.

  No, she couldn’t.

  No way.

  She could not see him again and ever hope to give him up. And she did not want to ruin the beautiful thing they had with an emotional scene. She had to get out now.

  Right now.

  Bianca leapt from the tub, barely stopping to dry herself. She threw on some clothes, pulled open drawers, and tossed clothes into her suitcase. She had to get away. She had to get away now!

  She looked around the room. She didn’t care about any of the food. Let someone else clean it up or take it home.

  At the last minute, she pulled the two pages off the painting and shoved them in an outside pocket of her suitcase. Only time would tell if she had made the right decision in that regard.

  Bianca dragged her suitcase out to the parking lot and threw it in the trunk of her car. She went into the office and paced up and down impatiently waiting for the person ahead of her to stop being so goddamn friendly and go about his business.

  Finally, she stepped up and hastily explained that she owed money for the resort free. Rose went about finding the cost with an agonizing slowness.

  Please hurry, begged Bianca silently. I have to get out of here.

  At last, Rose smiled and gave Bianca the amount. It was pitifully low. Why hadn’t she just thrown a ten on the counter and headed out?

  Bianca handed Rose an envelope.

  “Please,” she said, and that was all the sound she could get out.

  Rose looked down at the name on the front. She nodded. She didn’t trust her own voice either.

  Bianca wav
ed goodbye and almost ran to the parking lot. She fumbled with the key. She finally got it in the lock and turned it. Almost there. Almost there.

  “Bianca…”

  No, no, no! I can’t do this.

  You must, said her spine. You must!

  Bianca turned to Landry. A tremulous smile was all she could muster.

  “Please tell me you weren’t going to leave without saying ‘goodbye’.” Landry pleaded with her with his eyes.

  “I said goodbye. I left you a note. It's with Rose.”

  Landry reached out and touched her face. Bianca put her hand up and brushed the lock of hair from his forehead. She leaned forward and kissed his neck, then ran her tongue along his collar bone stopping at ‘the spot’ to place a special kiss.

  “How will I ever live without the taste of you?” she whispered.

  Landry leaned her up against the car door and kissed her. The chatter from the breakfast room disappeared, the blue sky, the bright sun, it all vanished. There was only them. There was only them, and they could stay that way forever.

  They were both prepared to do so.

  But you have to go, said Bianca’s brain. You have to make him go. If you have any hope of surviving him, you have to make him go.

  “Go,” Bianca told him in a whisper, pushing weakly on his chest. Landry lowered his mouth to her neck, finding her ‘spot’.

  “Go,” said Bianca again, a little louder this time, her voice breaking. Landry moved his mouth back to hers, a last-ditch effort to hide from reality and be able to keep her.

  “Go,” pleaded Bianca, her voice a plaintive whisper.

  She knew she couldn’t say it again. And Landry knew she couldn’t say it again. And he knew it wouldn’t be fair to stay. So he let her go and walked away. He kept his head down as he walked straight into the office, grabbed the envelope from Rose, and headed for his room. If anybody spoke to him, he didn’t notice.

  Thankfully, no one had. Every ear, eye, and nerve in the place had been tuned to the scene in the parking lot. And every heart broke for them when Landry walked away and Bianca got in the car and drove off.

  Thus, no one would have been so heartless as to speak to Landry on his way through. Instead there were several seconds of silence, a tribute to young love and love lost and whatever.

  Landry waited until he was in his room before opening the envelope. There was a note and a business card. The note said, “…in so many ways, I just can’t describe…” and the business card had Bianca’s email address written on the back. He turned it over, and on the front she had drawn a line through her job title and written ‘Teacher’.

  Meanwhile, Bianca cried most of the way home. Thank goodness the car knew the way. She blessed her little box of change that she kept in the console between the front seats. She used the exact change lane for all her tolls, and she only had to face a human once, at the end of the Turnpike. She had stopped crying by then, but her face was all red and blotchy.

  “Are you okay?” asked the attendant in the toll booth. She looked very concerned. Bianca nodded weakly and handed over the ticket and the money. The attendant counted out the change and said, “Are you sure?”

  Bianca nodded again and drove off, thinking that the woman wouldn’t have her job for very long. It hadn’t been Bianca’s experience that friendly, caring tollbooth clerks lasted long.

  Passing through the last toll and exiting the Thruway was a symbolic turning point for Bianca. She had left the past behind. She was moving toward to the future. Kids, not shoes. She smiled to herself at Landry’s wisdom, knowing she’d made up her mind before she even knew it herself.

  Landry…

  No! Keep the past in the past, she chastised herself. It’s over.

  Bianca nodded slowly to herself. That’s right. She would keep the last week as the most precious memory of her life, but it would be just that…a memory…in the past.

  Now if she could just get through telling Valerie all about it and still feel the same way, she might actually be able to do it.

  Chapter 14

  Fall

  “Sup?”

  JT walked into the locker room and deposited his duffle bag on the floor. Well, he didn’t walk. JT never just walked. He glided, he danced, and he skipped. He was such a complete entity of rhythm that, even standing still, he looked like he was moving.

  “Yo,” said Nick, “You’re looking good. Sarah is sure good for you, Man.”

  JT beamed. He nodded. “Yeah, she is. And you're looking pretty svelte there yourself. Don’t tell me you got yourself a good woman too.”

  “Nah,” said Mason, coming up behind them. “He got himself a ‘personal trainer’.” His fingers made quotation marks in the air.

  JT raised his eyebrows. Nick hated to work out.

  Nick nodded ruefully, putting his hands on his stomach. “Yep. Working out and eating properly.” He wrinkled his nose. He and JT were the fast food junkies of the team, so he knew JT would be sympathetic.

  And sympathetic he was. Sarah was ‘encouraging’ him to eat right during the season, even trying to turn him into a vegetarian.

  “Vegetables,” he muttered, spitting it out like it was a curse word.

  “Aren’t Sean and Landry here yet?” asked Mason in surprise. They were usually the first ones to arrive.

  “Yeah, they’re already out on the field. They've been at it for an hour. I was just grabbing some water before we start. Want some?”

  Nick grabbed two bottles from his duffle. Mason and JT both accepted one and shared an amused glance. Boy, Nick really was turning over a new leaf. He was usually chugging soft drinks or some crappy protein shake.

  They headed out to the field. Sean and Landry were busy doing drills, but they stopped and looked up as the others’ approached.

  “Yo!” JT hugged his teammates, as did Mason.

  “How’s Patricia doing?” They were all excited for Sean, who was going to become a father in a few months.

  “She’s good. The baby kicks now. It’s really cool.” Sean beamed proudly at them all and then asked JT how the wedding plans were going.

  After a few minutes, Nick grew impatient with all the love and marriage crap. “So, does anyone have any new plays up their sleeve?”

  “Landry does,” said Sean, nodding at him.

  He gave the men a quick run down of it, and they stared at him with open mouths.

  “Holy crap,” said JT. “Who is she?”

  “Who’s who?” asked Landry.

  “Whoever inspired that…” said Mason, motioning to him on the field. “Man, she must be something. I haven't seen you that inspired since the ’09 super bowl.”

  Landry shrugged. “She’s just a girl I met…in August.”

  “Her name’s Bianca,” spoke up Sean from the sidelines, taking a sip of his PowerAde.

  “How do you know that?” asked Nick.

  “Easy,” answered Sean, grabbing the ball just as it was tossed to him by Mason, “Mr. Dreamboat here won't stop stalking her on Facebook.”

  Meanwhile, Bianca’s life was at a turning point. Teaching was hard work, but she was good at it. Her new principal had given her plenty of warnings about how these were inner-city kids with crappy home lives who didn’t want to learn, but Bianca didn’t believe that nonsense. Quite the contrary, she knew that ingrained in every child was a yearning for knowledge.

  For Bianca, the math classes were the easiest. After all, numbers were numbers whether they were in Spanish or English. She used lots of concrete materials to help her get the message across, and soon she had every person she knew collecting the newspaper inserts that showed supermarkets and department store prices and sales so that she could use them to make up assignments.

  Bianca wasn’t sure if she was teaching her students math or how to shop, but she figured both were life skills. She even tossed in a little nutrition information with the supermarket assignments, and soon sh
e felt she was really on the right track.

  History was a tougher sell. After all, it was hard to convince thirteen year-olds that the past mattered. And it wasn’t their past, so who even cared? What was the point of learning a bunch of dates and crap, just so you could write it on a test and never use it again?

  “Oh, I’ll never ask you to write dates on a test,” said Bianca. “I’ll give you the dates. That’s not the important part of history.”

  Not going to have to memorize dates? What kind of history teacher was this? Dates aren’t important, Miss?