by Marie James
She smiles but her head lolls on her shoulders and she doesn’t give a definitive answer with her mouth, but I’m thinking that the hand gripping my cock right now is as good a sign as any that she’s leaning toward the affirmative. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to our room like a bride.
I walk her toward the bed and release her lower half so she can stand. I pull her shirt over her beautifully swollen belly and tug it over her head. Her incredibly short shorts are next and I discard them quickly.
I narrow my eyes. “Did you walk the neighborhood in these shorts today, Mariposa?” I’ve seen her in them before; the bottom curve of her luscious ass is visible.
She bites her lip and gives me a faint nod as she bites her bottom lip. She loops her hands around my neck in attempt to abate my frustrations; it almost works.
“I bet Mr. Childress was out in his front yard watering his dead grass again also, right?” I pull my hand back and give her a sharp slap on her ass.
She hisses and groans at the same time and it is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. My cock stands at attention.
“I wore sweats over them,” she confesses. “It was too cold out to only wear the shorts.”
I laugh and scoop her up to place her on the edge of the bed spreading her legs wide so I can stand in between them.
“I think you like it when I get jealous, don’t you?” I nip at her neck and revel in the moan from her lips.
I slide my fingers over her already swollen clit and through the evidence of her arousal. I don’t waste any time gliding two fingers into her hot, wet heat; expertly stroking her front wall with the curve of my fingers.
I kiss her deeply, probing her mouth; my tongue tangling with hers. She has managed to get her hand down my pants and under the elastic of my boxers. I can never get enough of the feel of her tiny hand wrapped around my raging cock. I moan into her mouth.
“Kaleb!” She wails as her orgasm takes both of us by surprise. I suckle her lips as she convulses on my hand.
“Fuck Mariposa, you’re so wet for me.” I look down at the burgundy duvet and notice it is practically black under her thighs, and spreading.
“Ah!” She screams and clutches at her stomach.
“Josie, what’s wrong?” My vision is tunneled and I can only see my wife, nothing else even registers in my brain.
She winces again. “I think my water broke,” she admits.
I look down and can’t help but agree with her. I mean she’s come a lot in the past but the level of wetness on the blanket is ten times what she’s done before.
“I think you may be right.” I grin at her. “Let’s go have a baby.”
She smiles at me and I can see the excitement and the terror in her eyes.
***
“Would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor asks as he holds up the most incredible thing I’ve ever been involved in making. Six hours of labor and forty-five minutes of pushing later my son has entered the world.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and close the distance from near Josie’s shoulder to the precious baby he holds in his hand.
Afraid I’m going to hurt him, he has mercy on me and tells me exactly where to snip the umbilical cord. I’m a blubbering idiot as he places Gustavo “Gus” Angel Perez on my wife’s breasts. She coos at him and talks to him. Letting him know how happy we are to meet him and how perfect he is. I have to agree, my son is gorgeous.
We don’t get much alone time with him before the nurse sweeps him away to clean him, weigh him, and do some type of baby wellness test. I caress Josie’s cheek and tell her how much I love her and how she’s made me the happiest man in the world for the second time; the first of course was the day she married me. I whisper in her ear words so precious they can only be spoken in Spanish as the doctor does whatever it is he has to do below since her delivery.
We cry even more when the nurse brings him and places our tightly bundled son back into Josie’s arms. Before long the hospital staff clears out and the family starts to filter in.
At some point during the evening everyone that we hold near and dear makes it by to visit. Alexa, Garrett, Lorali, and Ian are the constants, refusing to leave even when the room gets over crowded. Gus makes his way around the room to be snuggled and loved more than once.
I can tell Josie is growing weary and Gus is getting cranky, a sure fire way to tell he’s tired and hungry. I love all of these guys, no doubt, but I’m not okay with my wife pulling out her breast to feed the baby in front of the men.
I clear my throat as I take Gus from Ian’s arms. “I hate to run you off, but I think we need some rest.”
“Of course,” Garrett says and reaches a hand down to help pull Alexa from her chair.
“Oh I almost forgot,” Lorali says standing and holding a tiny blue bag with white tissue paper flowing out of the top. “A little gift for Gus.”
She hands the bag to Josie who promptly pulls the tissue paper out and hands it to Alexa. Reaching in the bag she pulls out a little onesie and lays it on her legs so she can get a better look.
Out loud she reads, “Coolest. Cousin. Ever.”
She tilts her head for a second. “No way!” She shrieks finally catching on. “You’re pregnant?”
Ian beams and Lorali shakes her head up and down with a smile on her face from ear to ear. Hugs all around and black slapping commences.
Once everything settles a bit. “How far along are you?” Josie asks her sister.
“Almost three months,” Ian responds proudly.
“Perfect,” Josie says. “So that only leaves…” She looks pointedly at Alexa.
“Not a fucking chance!” Alexa says holding her hands up as if she’s trying to ward off the baby juju. I don’t miss the glint in Garrett’s eye.
Acknowledgements
What can I say?
With the end of this series, also comes the end of a year of pain, suffering, and eventually a level of healing. Writing, although something I always wanted to, never came to fruition until I had no other place to focus after a devastating miscarriage.
I mentioned M. Never in my book because the quote “A certain kind of darkness is needed to see the stars” rings true with my struggle. She deserves the recognition. Reading that in Owned gave me not only the ability but the permission to grieve as well as grow simultaneously, and for that I’m forever grateful to her.
My husband has been my rock and biggest supporter as I’ve journeyed through the chaos that is Indie writing. He reads and rereads (even though he complains about the sex: which he never turns down but some reason grows weary of reading, men who can understand them). He makes suggestions and shows me the error of my ways. Without him, as an author I’d be in trouble. Without him, as a woman I’d be lost.
Jody, my bestie, is also showcased in the books, takes the time out of her busy life to help me plot out the Hale Series and I’m forever grateful for her time and dedication to my stories.
My beta team! What can I say….you gals are the best!! Brenda, Brittney, Diane, Jessica, and Tammy (Alphabetical order because they are ALL number!!!) I couldn’t do this without you! When I started this journey and I thought I could do it alone, I was correctly very quickly. Each and every one of you has helped tremendously!
The people in the background are ALWAYS the ones who do the most work. A big THANK YOU to Wendy and Claire of Bare Naked Words, who bust their asses promoting for me. I could NEVER do this without you ladies!
Amanda and Ena, from Enticing Journey Book Promotions, have put up with my kind of crazy since the beginning. Thank you for all you do!
Kylie of Give me Books has joined my team of promoters and has done so with a bang! Love you lady and thanks for everything you do!!
Kari Ayasha did another bang up job on the book cover! She’s the best…check her out at Cover to Cover Designs…you won’t be disappointed.
My supports at One-Click Addicts Support group and my Fictional Ho’s have been instrumental i
n spreading the word about my books and I’m forever grateful.
Now….my dear Smuffins. Your posts and pictures have not only assisted me personally but have also gotten the creative juices flowing where my writing is concerned. Keep up the good work bitches; I need you in my life!
My fans…..man I’m blessed. The ladies and gents who read my books, share without asking, and send me messages. I love you people! You are the backbone of the Indie writing world. Without out you, there would be no us!!
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It’s been One Hale of a Ride.
~Marie James
