by Lila Younger
“Keeping a pregnancy a secret. Who knew?”
“We still have to check,” he says, but I hear the smile in his voice too.
“Then that’s what we’ll do tomorrow. You can go into Anderson and pick up a test. I don’t think I can wait until the weekend’s over to find out.”
“You got it,” he says.
I snuggle in closer to him.
“I love you Macon.”
“I love you too.”
His lips land on my nose, and I giggle. The next second he finds me, and we kiss.
“You know, we’re going to have to start thinking up names,” I say as I tuck my head back up against his chest. I can’t sleep at all, not when there’s so much to think about for our baby.
“I would have thought you’d have a whole list of names.”
“I do.”
In fact, I have more than one list of names. I have lists inspired from my favourite book characters, names from mythology, names that are oldfashioned but I think are still beautiful… what can I say? I was really into babies.
“Then you can pick, since I got to pick Jamie,” he says reasonably.
“Good. I’m glad that’s settled,” I say with a laugh. “Next thing on the agenda…”
*****
When I wake up the next morning, a pink box is waiting on the bedside table. Macon’s reading a book in the armchair by the window, all dressed for the day.
“You already went?”
“I figured you’d want to know,” he says.
“And Jamie?”
“She’s fine. My father’s with her. One of the perks of visiting grandparents is that they give you a break from parenting,” he says.
I grab the box, tear it open, and slide the wand and instructions out. They’re simple enough, and I head straight into our ensuite to take the tests. Yes, tests, because I want to be sure. I actually end up peeing on all three wands.
The next few minutes are agonizingly long. I pace around the room, asking Macon for the time over and over until he finally tells me that I’ve waited long enough. I run back into the bathroom, and there it is. Two lines, one strong, one light, but there nonetheless. I check the second and the third and the lines are a little fainter, but I don’t have to squint to tell at all. I let out my breath. It’s happening. It’s actually happening.
Macon’s followed me, and as soon as he sees it, he lifts me up and twirls me around.
“We’re having a baby!” he shout-whispers, because we agreed last night not to tell until I’ve at least visited the OB.
“We’re having a BABY!” I whisper right back. “I don’t know if I can act normal about this. I think this smile is going to be permanently etched on my face.”
But Macon’s already figured out what to do for that too. He wants to take me to his favorite place on the estate, and he’s already asked Ana to pack us a picnic brunch. So after dropping by to check on Jamie, the two of us head out.
When I first saw the Daniels’ estate, I thought that it was mostly the mansion and the gardens surrounding it. It turns out I was wrong. The place extends out much further in the north and the east, and that’s where Macon takes me.
We walk along the path until it peters out, and it’s all just rolling hills and forrest. Along the way he points out various things he did as a child, and it all sounds magical. I don’t blame him for choosing this place over his boarding school as his favorite.
At one point, I wonder if we’re going to get lost, but he tells me it’s impossible. The gates extend across the whole property, and as long as we follow it, we’d eventually end up back at the front.
“This is amazing,” I say to him as we continue walking.
The woods aren’t dark and thick and gloomy, at least not in the daytime. Birds are tweeting above us, and soon there’s the burble of a stream.
“Here we are,” Macon says. “Or more accurately, there we are.”
He points over to an island that’s split the stream into two. The water is crystal clear, and it’s not moving so fast that would make it scary to cross. We take off our shoes, and holding onto his hand, I follow him into the water.
“This is seriously cool,” I exclaim as we make it to the other side.
The island isn’t big, but there’s two shady trees right in the middle, and just enough space to roll out a picnic blanket on the grass. We do just that.
“Food or sex?” Macon asks me.
“Definitely the sex,” I tell him.
“Agreed,” he growls, pulling me towards him.
We kiss, lips crashing together. My fingers run up over the front of his jeans, stroking him until he’s rock hard.
“God, I can’t wait until we can do this every day,” Macon growls in my ear.
“Every day?” I ask.
“You’re moving in with me,” he confirms as he physically lifts me up and over so that I’m straddling his legs. “That’s one of the perks of everyone knowing. We don’t have to hide anymore.”
I undo the button of his jeans, tug out his massive erection. The purple head is already weeping with precum, and I lean down and give him a slow lick. I have to grip his shaft with both my hands because he’s as thick as a soda can, and my lips can barely wrap around his cockhead as I take him into my mouth. I’m not giving him a blowjob, just making him as slick as possible as quickly as I can. His hands reach for my nipples through the flimsy material. Pushing my soft flesh over the neckline, he exposes my heavy breasts to the cold and they tighten into peaks as hard as bullets.
Since I’m wearing a dress, it doesn’t need to be removed, and all Macon has to do is push my panties to the side. I lift myself up, positioning his cock right under me. My slit is gushing cream and it’s getting all over his cock, dripping down the shaft and pooling on his balls. His hands are on my hips, pushing me as I drop down onto his cock, driving himself deep inside of me in one stroke. I scream in delight as I feel my pussy stretch wide. The pain is exquisite, and Macon’s cock hardens even more inside of me.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I love it when you do that Vanessa.”
He grabs handfuls of my breast, playing with my nipples as I slowly grind myself against the base of his cock. He’s right, they are more sensitive, each touch sending bolts of pleasure to my swollen clit. And when he sucks one puffy nipple into his mouth, Oh God, I become senseless with arousal.
I begin to ride him, moaning ‘Macon’ as loud as I want. This is what I’ve needed. Macon inside of me, owning me, claiming me. I can never get enough of this feeling of wholeness that comes when his cock’s stuffed up in my tight pussy.
He thrusts into me again and again, and I arch my back, lean my head back to the sky.
“Keep going,” he moans, my hips gyrating as his cock drills into my wanton cunt.
I want to last, we both do, but I know we won’t, not this time at least. The first is always the roughest, the quickest as we satiate that need we have for each other. I put my hands on his chest, tilt forward so I can almost sit back onto Macon’s cock, my swollen clit rubbing against him. My thighs are shaking as I try to keep upright, try not to let the pleasure distract me from our finish. Waves of sensation sweep through me, and from my angle, seeing him enter me, my pussy lips closing over the ridges and veins of his cock sends me flying over the edge.
Macon
“I’m coming!” Vanessa screams, her pussy clenching down hard onto my cock, smothering it in warm heat. She lands down on me one last time, but I want more, wanting to go even deeper inside of her.
In one swift motion, I flip us over, and then I jackknife her legs up against those creamy tits. Her eyes are glossy, lost in the midst of her orgasm to care. When her channel releases its hold on my dick, I start pumping into her again, hard and rough, bruising that pretty pussy.
Everything is slick with her cum, and I’m practically sloshing waves of it out with every stroke of my massive cock. Even after all this fucking she’s too goddamn tight, and I have
to fight to get all the way into Vanessa’s pussy.
“Wait Macon,” she gasps. “You’re too deep.”
“Just a little more, baby,” I tell her, driving myself in just another inch. I lift up her legs all the way into the air, bottom myself into her until the fat head of my cock bumps right against her cervix.
“It hurts,” she whimpers, her whole body clamping down against the intrusion.
I lean down over her, and her legs open impossibly wider for me. Fuck, this feels amazing. Everything is rubbing together, and I keep thrusting, the instinct to rut overriding everything.
“You can do it Vanessa,” I encourage her. “This is so deep, I’m piercing your core. Can you feel that? Take a breathe, and open wider for me.”
She bites her lip and nods, opens wide, and my next thrust makes her toes curl with pleasure. I groan, the heat, the tightness from her legs flexing squeezing the whole length of my cock.
“Yeah, just like that. You’re taking all of my cock right now, baby, every inch of it.”
I rock into her, hand on her leg for leverage as I thrust. She’s moaning loudly, practically screaming, begging for me to finish inside of her, and I do, my cockhead hitting her wall one last time, muscles tightening with my release, my milky cum gushing into her channel. I’m coating her walls, soaking her pussy in my seed, letting it spill out. She’s already mine, but I can’t help it.
Finally we collapse together, my arms wrapped around her belly. A light wind blows, and her nipples stand to attention, goosebumps raising across her skin. The sight of her is perfect and I realize now is the perfect time.
I sit up and reach into the picnic basket. When I went to get Vanessa’s pregnancy tests this morning, I also stopped by at the jeweler’s. He wasn’t technically open, but luckily, it being a small town, the guy lived above his store. It only took mentioning my dad’s name to get him to open up. The choices were slim, but I finally settled on a round cut diamond, surrounded by two smaller diamonds. I didn’t want her to think I was just marrying her because I knocked her up, but I don’t want to wait anymore. Now that everyone knows, there’s no more reason to wait.
“Mmmm, that smells really good,” Vanessa says lazily.
I’ve left the basket open, and even I can smell the food that Ana packed for us this morning.
I hold the ring box in my hand, figuring out the best way to do this considering I’m naked. She lifts her head curiously.
“What is that?” she asks, and then recognition hits.
I open the box and present her with my ring.
“Vanessa, my love. I can’t even begin to describe how you’ve changed my life. I love you so much, and Jamie does too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re the one I want to spend the good times, the bad times, and soon, the sleepless times together. Will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?”
Her hands go to her cheeks, and tears are pooling in her eyes, but she nods. And then she jumps into my arms, screaming yes over and over. I pull out the ring and slide it onto her finger. It’s a perfect fit, and it glimmers brightly in the sun.
“It’s beautiful,” she says, admiring the ring. “I love you Macon.”
“I love you too Vanessa,” I say, taking her into my arms.
This time, we take it slow. This time, we become whole.
*****
We eat our brunch eventually, and even though it’s cold, it’s the best meal I’ve ever tasted. I think it’s because it’s with Vanessa, and we’re celebrating our proposal together.
Once we finish, we head back, not only so my parents can know the good news, but because we both miss Jamie too. Vanessa wants to have the wedding here at the estate, she’s talking about all the different places we could set up at. Maybe we could even have our vows on the island. I’m happy to go with whatever will make her happy. For me, a wedding is a means to an end. What matters isn’t the party, the cake, the perfectly matched decorations. All I need is the vows, the promise to love each other as man and wife.
We’re climbing up the steps to the back porch when Ana bursts out.
“Oh thank goodness you’re both back,” she says. “The baby has been so upset!”
Vanessa and I look at each other, and race inside. I can hear Jamie’s wails and I feel a rush of guilt. The sound is coming from the living room, where my father and mother are helplessly holding Jamie.
“What’s wrong with her?” my mother says shrilly. “She won’t stop!”
Jamie’s face is red, and I bound over, scoop her up. Her mouth is wide open, eyes scrunched shut. I pat her back, but it’s not working.
“Is it teething?”
“I already gave her Tylenol,” my father says in frustration. “And she’s already eaten.”
“Maybe she’s sleepy,” Vanessa suggests.
“Can’t be,” my mother says. “She refused to stay in her crib.”
I can’t believe it. She’s been up this whole time?
“Well that’s the problem,” I yell back. “Jamie needs her sleep.”
“I’m telling you, she didn’t want it,” my father thunders back. “Absolutely refused.”
Jamie wails even louder, spurred on by our voices. Suddenly she sees Vanessa and reaches out for her. I hand her over. At first, nothing’s happening, but suddenly, Jamie’s cries drop, and slow down, and suddenly, her eyes are drooping. I can hear the soft hum of a lullaby, the one we sing to her sometimes for naps.
My parents are watching in stunned amazement. They see now what I see. The care and love Vanessa has for Jamie, something that her biological mother never had. Vanessa loves my baby as her own, that much is clear.
“I better go upstairs with her,” Vanessa says softly.
She turns around and slowly walks out, careful not to disturb Jamie’s slumber. The poor little girl’s so exhausted that she probably won’t wake, but Vanessa’s gentleness touches me. I never have to worry about Jamie with Vanessa watching over her.
“You see now don’t you,” I say in a low voice to my parents. “How she’s different? We love each other. She could never do anything to hurt me or Jamie. We’re going to get married, and she’s going to become Jamie’s mom. I don’t want our family to be fractured, like how you and grandfather were. You understand now?”
I know they’re processing it all, and I don’t expect an answer right away. Knowing my parents, they might never bring it up or even apologize to Vanessa. That’s just how they are. But I’ve made it clear yesterday, and again this morning. Vanessa’s not going anywhere, and they can either accept it or walk out of my life.
And then I go upstairs to be with my future wife and my baby.
Epilogue
1 year later…
We don’t actually get married right away like Macon wants to. Part of it is because I don’t want to dump a whole bunch of stress right before he graduates, and another part is because I don’t want to be pregnant in my wedding dress. I have a very specific style of dress that I want after all.
In fact, almost all of my wedding’s been planned out since I was ten. Yes, it was back during my obsessed-with-Macon tween years, but my vision for my perfect wedding hasn’t changed much. As soon as we got home from visiting his parents, I went straight into the closet and pulled out my shoebox I’d kept of all my clippings. When it came time to meet with the wedding planner, I just handed over my shoebox and she did the rest of it.
Would I have wanted my mom to be involved every step of the way? Sure. But she’s not that sort of woman, and though she didn’t extend me the same grace, I wasn’t going to try and force her into one because I wanted it. When baby Serena was born three months ago, she mellowed out, just a fraction, enough that I know our relationship will eventually mend. Who knows, maybe she’ll even forgive me for becoming a stay at home mom one day.
And as for what she did to Macon? Well, luckily enough, his boss didn’t fire him over it, although there were plenty of whispers and stares w
henever he left. But, as with most gossip, it only lasted until the next big thing came along. When Peggy Lockwood’s boob job got completely botched and her husband left her for his assistant, people started to leave us alone.
Once Macon did graduate, he came into his inheritance. I know he struggled over whether he should or he shouldn’t run Daniels Communications, but he’s doing so well, it’s hard to think he’d choose differently.
Our lives definitely changed though. We stayed in Summerdale, because he knows how much I love the town, and because his parents still lived in the estate and we didn’t want to be under the same roof. I guess he likes his parents about as much as I do.
So all in all, it isn’t until a year later that everything’s finally settled down so that we can get married. We decide to host it at our own home, and turn it into a housewarming/wedding. Macon isn’t big on ceremony, and my perfect wedding only involves about thirty guests, no more than family and a few close friends.
It’s supposed to rain according to the forecast, but the skies seem to be holding out just for us. I wanted a beautiful natural setting, something with lots of flowers and worn down wood and burlap.
My dress is a gorgeous, silk mermaid gown, hugging my breasts and hips before flaring out at the knee. A huge floral arch is set up in the back, and guests are free to stroll the grounds until the ceremony.
I turn back from the windows when I hear the door open. To my surprise, it’s Macon. He holds up a finger to his lips.
“Shh,” he says. “I couldn’t wait. I had to see you.”
“Isn’t it some kind of bad luck?” I ask, but I’m so glad to see him too.
Because of everything that’s been happening, I haven’t seen him in almost two days. I’m so used to having him with me that I felt like I was missing a limb. He strides over and we kiss.
“You look beautiful,” he says, his voice catching in his throat.
“You don’t get the full effect here,” I scold. “Now you won’t be awed when I walk down the aisle.”
“Baby, you awe me everyday. You don’t have to worry about that part.”
He looks me over up and down before locking eyes with me again.
