The Dancer

by Jordan Silver

  Sometimes I can’t believe my life. I watch the three of them together, and think, that’s mine. Even when my kids are being a handful I embrace that shit because those little people are depending on their mother and I for every damn thing.

  When I’m up with them because they’re sick and their mom is too tired to lift her head, my heart aches for my little guys and I want to take away the fever or sore gums or whatever.

  It’s things like that that make me detest her father even more. To think that he’d once had that and gave it all away for someone that left him not long after I first met him.

  The more time I spend with my wife and kids the harder it is for me to imagine life without them. I can’t see me living with some other woman and seeing my kids on the weekends and shit.

  Or some other guy knowing her the way I do. I’d commit murder if that shit ever happened. Funnily enough, the more I hate her father, the more reassured of us she is, weird. But that’s how my baby’s mind works.

  He’s still trying to get back in his kids’ good graces but neither of them want anything to do with him. I stand in front of that shit and make sure he never touches her or Travis. She doesn’t even know the half of it.

  Once I was sure that she really didn’t want anything to do with him, that it wasn’t just a passing phase, I never let him anywhere near my family.

  And once I realized that she was more upset with the fact that she’d once loved him and he’d destroyed her mother I’d helped her work that shit out in her head.

  She had to learn how to separate the father from the husband. Though as far as I’m concerned if he was any kind of father he wouldn’t have turned out to be such an asshole husband.

  I taught her that she didn’t have to forgive him since he didn’t ask for forgiveness, but she had to learn how to come to terms with it for her own sake.

  Now I’m trying to be the kind of man that my kids can grow up and respect, and I do that by showing their mother love. My boys grow up to be assholes I’d disown them.

  But so far we’re off to a good start and I don’t see us going off the rails. If I can survive two pregnancies and all that shit entails I don’t see anything making me leave her side.

  And if she can put up with me on top of her ass all the time, literally and figuratively I don’t think she’ll lose her mind either. The fact that she knows she’s not allowed to leave me ever is just a bonus.

  After one last look to make sure she was comfortable I crept out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen.

  My niece saw me and came running on her little spindly legs. “Unca Max, unca Max.” She held up her arms to be picked up and I shifted the boys to one arm and lifted her with the other.

  I have a pretty good idea what life with a daughter is going to be like because of my niece. I don’t know how things are going to be when she comes because this one is already jealous as hell of the boys.

  I took the three of them to their special table with the seats attached and belted them in. “Morning everybody.”

  “Morning son, Anna went back to bed?”

  “Yep.”

  “Poor little thing. She was talking about going into the city but I don’t think that’s a good idea, her belly looks like it dropped even more since last night.”

  Same thing I’m thinking. If she’d let Tony drive her all the time I wouldn’t worry so much, but she says driving is about the only independence she has left, whatever the hell that means.

  I get jock sweat each time she leaves the house and now that her belly touches the steering wheel it takes everything out of me not to follow her.

  I played airplane with the kids to their delight until the oatmeal was gone and I was left with three heavy loads. Sherrie took Audrey to one of the spare rooms to take care of her and I headed up to the nursery with mine.

  We had fun messing with daddy while he changed diapers, peeing at the most inopportune moment and laughing their asses off. I try not to laugh when they do that shit because my boys are hams. They’ll think the shit is funny and do it all the time, something their mom does not find cute in the least.

  When they were clean powdered and changed their grandmother the baby hog was there to grab them. “Jess and I are going to take the kids down the street to the playground.”

  I don’t know why since we had all that shit in the backyard, but who am I to tell her that shit? Sherrie left right behind them and I made my way back upstairs.

  She was coming awake when I crawled in behind her. “It’s too quiet where are the terrors?”

  “Mom and aunt Jess took them to the park around the corner.”

  I nuzzled her cheek while lying behind her. “Um, we’ve got about an hour.” Her hand reached back for my dick and squeezed. “Ooh, nice and hard.” I know what that means. Time to plug her.

  “Do you need the pillow?” I was already losing my sweats. “Nope, just hold my leg.” She lifted her leg up and back and I held it as I slid down lower,

  lining my cock up with her pregnant pussy.

  “Wait, do you want my mouth?” I nosed around her opening with my dick, already leaking pre-cum.

  “Not enough time. Just get in there and do your thing.” See, dick on legs.

  I slid in and held, pulsing cock juice into her as her pussy clutched at me. See this is why I plan to keep her pregnant every chance I get. Her pussy feels like a whole other place when she’s with child.

  It’s hotter, softer, silkier, not that it’s not all those things usually, but pregnancy tends to amp that shit up a whole lot. Which means I’m damn near ready to shoot off inside her as soon as I get in, but with my luck that’s when she wants to have marathon sex, like now.

  I’m more afraid of hurting the kid than she is, so I took my time, sliding in and out of her nice and slow, trying not to go too deep. When she lifted her leg higher and pushed her ass back harder I knew that wasn’t working for her.

  “Max.” That whine, if she wasn’t already bred that’d get her nailed. “What baby?”

  “Go deeper.” I held her tummy in my hand and gave her what she wanted but it was still not enough apparently.

  “Help me up…but don’t pull out.” I helped her roll onto her hands and knees and pulled the pillow under her with her ass in the air. “You good?” Sex in the Carrington house. It’s like an eighties exercise vid.

  “She nodded her head and wiggled her ass which I have to say isn’t much bigger than when she’s not pregnant. Her tiny ass is just a tummy on legs, cute as a button.

  I ran my hand down her back to her hip and slid out, watching my cock covered in pussy cream before gliding back into her. From the happy noises she was making I guess I was hitting the spot.

  I had to grit my teeth and lock my knees to keep from cumming because I didn’t want to get bitched out for cumming too soon.

  That’s another thing, she loses all shyness during pregnancy, it’s like the gloves come off and I become a ‘yes man’ for those ten months; nine my ass.

  “Whoa baby did your water break or…”

  “Nuh-uh, I was having a nice dream about you before you came in so I’m already halfway there.” Is there any wonder I love her? I fucked her greedy ass to three orgasms before I was allowed to cum.

  My balls were already screaming at me and just on the verge of pleasure pain when she tightened up for the last time and begged me to cum inside her.

  We stayed locked together until she grew uncomfortable and pulled off my dick. She checked her watch, “We got fifteen minutes left.” She rushed as fast as she could in her condition to the bathroom and I followed her into the shower.

  I soaped her up and rinsed her off, taking care of her feet that she hadn’t seen in months, before taking care of myself. When she hung around in the shower to wait for me I knew she wanted something. I was right.

  “What do you want little girl?” Now she was being shy and shit. I had to learn sign language to figure out what the hell she was after.
“Okay hang on.”

  I helped her lean back against the wall and got down on my knees to lift her leg around my neck to open her up with my tongue.

  She went to her happy place a couple more times and took pity on me and let me have her again. By the time I dragged her out of the shower she was dragging ass, another side effect of carrying my daughter, she makes mommy sleep a lot.

  I put her back to bed and got back downstairs in time to meet the others on their way back. My boys were dragging ass, drooling and covered in cookie crumbs and dirt. Grandma’s happy hour.

  “I’ll help you put them down and then I’ve gotta run. Anna’s out of her favorite ice cream.”

  “Thanks momma.” We can’t have that shit, not unless I want to hold my wife through an hour and a half of crying while she tells me everything that’s wrong in the world. Damn!

  I cleaned the boys up and put them down in their crib. I stood over them as they got into position. It’s freaky, they sleep in the same pose I’d seen on the ultrasound screen when they were in the womb.

  Arms and legs locked together in some weird convoluted thing that only the two of them understood. I don’t know what’s gonna happen when they’re old enough to sleep in their own beds.

  I touched their little heads before leaving the room and headed down to my office to get some work done.

  Two hours later the house was alive with laughing little boys and a refreshed wife who looked like she got her second wind. It’s the same routine everyday, except those days when she do drive into the city.

  The four of us were on the bed playing around when there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” My kids flew off the bed when they saw their uncle standing there.

  “Travis, you’re early, we weren’t expecting you until tomorrow.” She moved to get up off the bed. “Stay there I’ll come to you.” He picked the boys up the same way I do which started another round of laughter and made his way over to the bed.

  The kid was still growing, at nineteen he was all man with the facial hair to prove it. His bond with his sister has only grown over time and my kids love him like crazy.

  He’d grown a lot in the past few years and I’m proud to say I had a hand in shaping the man he’s shaping up to be. When he’s home he spends time between us and mom’s because he says we have a houseful and she’s all alone.

  “I finished up early and decided to just head home.”

  “What’s that look?”

  “What look sis?” She was right, he had a look about him.

  “The one on your face, like you have something on your mind. What gives?”

  “I met a girl.”

  THE END