“We never have to talk about it again,” he said solemnly.
“Can we get back to where we were?” she asked next.
He chuckled. “I thought that was what we did earlier and what we were planning to do later.”
“Honey, do you really think we can just pick up where we left off? We were so good, almost perfect… before.”
“And we were pretty damn perfect a little while ago. I think we’re going to be okay. There may be some rough moments, but we’ll get through them, like we did before. And if we’re lucky enough for you to get pregnant again, you’re going to take care of yourself, eat right, rest, and exercise. You’re going to be the most spoiled pregnant woman in Tennessee.”
She giggled. “If you get your way about all that, I’ll be the fattest pregnant woman in Tennessee.”
“I highly doubt that, but you’ll be beautiful.”
As she finished her dinner and set her plate on the nightstand, she said, “Want to watch a movie all cuddled up under the covers?”
He laughed. “I’d much rather do something else with you all cuddled up under the covers, but yes, I’ll watch a movie with you.”
“Watch the movie and by the time it’s over, we’ll be so ready… it’ll make it even hotter than before.”
“I don’t know, baby, that was pretty damn hot before. Can we top that?”
“It’ll sure be fun trying.”
“Jill?” he asked gingerly.
“Is something wrong?”
“I just don’t want you to get upset if you happen not to get pregnant right away. It could happen, you know.”
“I’m really all right. I’m much stronger emotionally now and just think of all the fun we’ll have trying.”
“Hmmm… I’m glad to hear you say you’re stronger, but you might get so strong you won’t ever need… maintenance… again,” he teased.
She threw a pillow at him. “I’ll be sure and sass you regularly.”
“I love the sass,” he said as he leaned over to kiss her.
They spent the night alternating between movies, hot sex, and sleep. They slept in the next morning and when Jill awoke, he was not in bed beside her. She got up, found his discarded white shirt on the floor and slipped it over her nude body. As she buttoned it, she went in search of her husband. She found him on his way up the stairs, carrying a tray.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Nice shirt,” he teased. “I was bringing you breakfast in bed, but you ruined the surprise.”
“You really don’t have to cook for me. I’m capable of fixing our meals, you know. You cooked dinner last night and now breakfast.”
“Okay, you’re in charge of lunch and we’re going out for dinner.”
“Let’s get back in bed and see what you fixed for us.” She ran back into the bedroom and jumped in bed.
He set the tray down and joined her. “Here you go: cheese omelets, English muffins, your favorite strawberry jam, and bacon.”
“And orange juice and coffee,” she added.
“Folic acid,” he said as he took a sip of coffee.
“What?”
“Women need folic acid when they’re pregnant or trying to conceive. I read that somewhere.”
“And I should start cutting back on caffeine and drinking more milk, ugh.”
“What would you like to do today?” he asked as he took a bite of his omelet.
“We could go to that winery again we went to when we were dating. That was fun. Or we could stay here.”
“Let’s go to the winery and get out for a while. We can come back home later and just relax and be together. We, or at least, I, need to get back to the office tomorrow. Maybe this weekend we can take a little trip. Would you like to drive over to Gatlinburg?”
“Oh, that’s so romantic. Can we stay in the same hotel we stayed in when we got married?”
“That’s what I had in mind. A fresh start, a renewal of sorts,” he suggested.
“I love it. You’re such a romantic devil.”
“Emphasis on devil at times,” he said with a grin.
“I’m sorry I spoiled the holidays for you,” she said suddenly.
“It wasn’t a good time for either of us, baby. Don’t dwell on it. Let’s think of this weekend as our second honeymoon, Christmas, and New Year’s all rolled into one.”
“Too bad we can only go for the weekend,” she said wistfully.
“We can leave on Friday afternoon and drive back on Monday, would that be better?” he asked.
“Perfect,” she replied with a smile.
When they both returned to work the next day, the atmosphere in the entire office was a cheery one. The staff had felt the anguish Jarrod and Jill experienced. Everyone was ecstatic to see them both smiling. When Jarrod informed Bryan he and Jill were taking a short trip, the other man encouraged him to stay longer.
“Susie and I can surely handle things for a week. We did fine for two weeks while you guys were in Florida.”
“I think you’ve got a point. I’ll make the reservations for a week. Jill wanted to stay longer, so I think I’ll surprise her and not tell her until we get there.”
“This is great, I’m so glad things are better. Jan and her family have been pretty concerned about Jill.”
“We all have, but she’s doing much better, now.”
The week spent in the mountains was perfect. It was just as Jarrod had said, a second honeymoon, Christmas, New Year’s, and even Valentine’s Day, all rolled into one. The couple gained a fresh perspective on their marriage, privately renewing their promises to each other. They talked about the future, their disciplinary rules, and how they wanted to raise their family.
By the end of that week, Jarrod and Jill were on their way to an even closer, more intimate relationship than ever before.
A few weeks after they returned home, Jill learned she was pregnant. She saw her doctor immediately, and he assured her things were progressing normally.
Jarrod was the doting husband, and he kept his promise to pamper her. When her hormones kicked in and her mood swings took over, he handled her like a pro. He was very careful with her, which caused her to complain at times. He found new ways to punish his wife during her pregnancy, new and delightful ways that proved to be pleasurable to both of them.
When she had passed her first trimester, both of them breathed a silent sigh of relief.
One evening in the late summer, Jill was miserable and cranky as they were getting ready for bed.
“What’s wrong, baby? Need a backrub?” he asked as he climbed in bed.
“I’m fat and I’m hot, isn’t that enough reason to be miserable?”
“But you’re my hot, beautiful baby, and you’re not fat.”
“And you’re full of it up to your eyeballs.”
“Sassing me, are you?” he teased.
“Hell, yes, I am.”
“Watch that mouth. You can’t talk like that in front of our son,” he warned her.
“And just what are you going to do about it?” she goaded.
“This, for starters,” he said as he leaned over and kissed her. He pulled her close, caressing her full breasts. As he gently tweaked her nipples, she moaned.
“God, Jarrod, I want you,” she said in a whisper.
“You’re awfully horny lately,” he teased.
“Must be the hormones, but I thought I always was that way,” she replied with a wink.
“You were, but not like this. Let me see what I can do for my poor, hot, beautiful, moody, pregnant wife.”
He turned her on her side and began massaging her back. As she moaned in delight, he moved to her ass, lightly smacking both cheeks, then caressing them, before moving down to massage both her calves.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
As he moved back up, he took a detour and stopped off to give attention to her sensitive clit as he massaged it gently with circular movements of his thumb. As he felt her become
wet, he rolled onto his back and placed her on top of him.
“Will this be more comfortable for you?”
“Just… let me… oh… yes…” she said as she gingerly took his length inside her warm, wet pussy.
As she rode his cock easily, he asked again if she was okay.
“I’m more than okay. You’re not going to hurt me or your son. The doctor said it’s fine until the last few weeks. So don’t just lay there like you think I’m going to break.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a grin. Letting her take control, he watched her face as she sighed in obvious pleasure. He moved with her as she began to lose control. He continued to watch her beautiful face as she felt the first sensations of her orgasm. Her body shuddered and she cried out as he took her hands in his.
Finally sure that he had properly satisfied his wife, he allowed himself release.
“Feel better now, baby?” he asked as she lay curled up in his arms later.
“Oh yes, but I’ll be glad when you feel comfortable with our maintenance again,” she replied.
“Sorry, but it’s one thing I have to insist on. No spankings until after the baby.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll humor you on this.”
“I’m in charge here, remember?” he teased.
“Are you, really?” she asked.
“Actually, no, I told you the whole baby thing was the one thing you would have control over, so while you’re pregnant, you’re really the one in charge.”
“Mmm… that conjures up some delightful thoughts of me spanking you,” she said with a wicked grin.
“Of course you would think of that,” he said with a chuckle.
As she playfully smacked his ass, he grabbed her hand and kissed her.
“Goodnight, sweet baby, you need to get some sleep. Our son will be waking you up with those football kicks around two or three o’clock.”
“Goodnight. I love you, Jarrod.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
The week before Christmas, Jill went into labor. Jarrod was right by her side, and after several hours of labor, a nurse wheeled her into the delivery room. He held her hand throughout the delivery, encouraging her, wiping her brow, and kissing her forehead. When their son made his appearance into the world, he let his parents know he was present with a loud bellow.
“Sounds like his mama,” Jarrod teased as he held him up for Jill to see for the first time.
“Oh, look at that head of black hair,” she said as she took his tiny hand in hers.
“But he has your deep blue eyes,” Jarrod said.
“He got the best of both of us,” she said wearily.
Jarrod handed the baby to the nurse so she could take him for his tests and bath.
“Rest, baby, you did a good job. You can rest now for a while before they bring him in for you to feed him.”
Later, in her room, after Jill had nursed the baby and he was sound asleep, she looked at Jarrod and said, “We need to name this little guy.”
“Do you still want to go with the name you suggested?”
“James Thomas, after your dad and mine, yes,” she replied.
“Okay, James Thomas Baine, it is. We’ll call him J.T.”
The next day, the grandparents, along with Bryan, Jan, and Susie all came to visit. After much ogling at the nursery window, they took turns visiting with Jill.
As Grace and James entered the room, Jarrod’s mother went to her and hugged her. “I’m so happy for you, honey.”
“Thank you. Did you see his black hair? He looks like his handsome daddy.”
“He’ll be a heartbreaker, that’s for sure,” Grace replied.
“Good looking young man, with a fine name, too, I might add,” James said proudly.
“We’ll go so your folks can come in. And I’ll be by when you get home to help you out. I can’t wait to get that little guy in my arms. Grandma Grace is going to rock him all day.”
“Here we go again. Gracie, you can’t molly-coddle that little boy. We went through this with Jarrod,” James said as he walked his wife out of the room. “Jarrod, Jill, we’ll see you later,” he added as they left.
Jarrod looked at Jill and laughed. “This is going to be fun.”
When Sally and Tom walked in, it was much of the same, as they congratulated the couple and offered to be by with food in a few days.
Finally, it was Jan’s and Bryan’s turn to visit. Bryan shook Jarrod’s hand as the proud daddy handed him a cigar.
Jan hugged her sister. “This is so exciting. I’m an aunt again.”
“Where is that brother of ours, by the way?” Jill asked. “I can’t believe they haven’t been by.”
“One of the kids has a cold, so they’re staying away for a few days, but they send their love.”
“I hope they all aren’t sick over Christmas. I still want everyone to come to our place on Christmas Eve. Jenni and Jake have offered to do all the work for our get-together this year. They’ll be taking a week’s vacation after that to visit their own family.”
“It’ll be okay. Don’t fret about it. I know you want the whole family together this year.”
“We’d better go and let these two get some rest while the young-un’s sleeping, hon,” Bryan said.
“Goodbye, I’ll check on you next week and see if you need anything,” Jan said as she took Bryan’s hand.
“And don’t worry about the office, Jarrod. Everything’s under control,” Bryan said.
After they’d gone, Jill smiled. “He’s calling her ‘hon’ and they were holding hands.”
“And you have a problem with that?”
“No, not at all, I think they’re sweet together.”
“Sweet?” he teased. “I’m going to have to have a talk with that boy.”
“Oh, you,” she said as he leaned over to kiss her.
“He was right about one thing. You need to try and get some sleep.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said with a grin.
“Sir?” he teased. “We’re not going that far. Spanking, I’ll agree to. Binding your wrists with my tie, I’ll agree to. But other than that and maybe a few other kinky bedroom things, that’s as far as it goes. I’m just a traditional old southern boy at heart.”
She smiled as she closed her eyes. “I love you, Jarrod.”
“Oh, baby, I love you, too.”
The next day, they took their newborn son home to his blue and beige nursery which his mother had lovingly decorated. Another chapter was beginning in the life of Mr. and Mrs. Jarrod Baine. Their affair, which had started out in all the wrong ways, had evolved into a loving and sexy marriage. They had very nearly severed the bond between them, but they had managed to repair it and it was stronger than ever.
****
On Christmas Eve, the entire family came together for a celebration.
Grace was holding J.T. and as she lovingly looked into the tiny boy’s face, she remembered many years ago as she sat in this very room holding her own tiny miracle.
“We have another little miracle in the family,” she remarked as she smiled at her husband.
“And hopefully more little miracles to come,” Jarrod said as he winked at Jill.
“But not just yet,” she said.
When the evening was drawing to a close and everyone was preparing to leave, Jill happened to catch a glimpse of her sister being thoroughly kissed by Bryan under the mistletoe. She nudged Jarrod.
“Oh, how sweet,” he whispered teasingly.
“Looks a little more than sweet to me,” she whispered back.
****
By Valentine’s Day, Jill was back to her normal dress size, the baby was thriving, and she and Jarrod had decided she would continue her work from home, rather than leaving the baby to come into the office.
That night, Grace and James had volunteered to watch the baby overnight so Jarrod and Jill could go out. They seemed to be staying in town more lately, rather than going on exotic trips.
; “I feel a little funny leaving him overnight,” Jill said as she was getting dressed.
“You don’t trust my mother? The all time world’s best baby spoiler?” he asked.
“It’s not that. I’ve never been away from him all night before. What if he misses me?”
“Baby, he’ll be fine. You don’t want him to be a mama’s boy, do you?”
“You sound like your dad,” she said with a giggle.
“I’d rather sound like your dad, I think,” he teased.
“Mmm… later… we’ll have to take my dad’s advice. I think I need a firm hand. Don’t you think it’s about time? I’ve been getting away with an awful lot for the last year.”
“You read my mind,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her.
“Oh…something to look forward to,” she said as he zipped her dress.
After dropping the baby off at his grandparents’ condo, the two lovers went to one of the best restaurants in town to enjoy an intimate dinner. They relaxed, alone for the first time since their son had been born.
Throughout the dinner, Jill was anticipating what awaited her when they returned home. The waiting made it all the more delicious. It had been far too long. And she knew what would follow after his playful spanking. That made the waiting even more enticing.
He placed his hand on her knee a few times during dinner and she slipped her foot out of her shoe and ran it up his pant leg. The scene was being set. The night would be hot, romantic, and satisfying for both of them.
When they finally arrived at home, Jarrod phoned his mother to check on the baby.
“He’s been fed, changed, and is fast asleep. We’re doing fine. You go do whatever it is new parents do when they get a night alone. You’ll see your sweet boy tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Mom. Jill sends her love.”
When he hung up, Jill asked, “Is he all right? Did she have any problems?”
“Someone’s getting a little bit uptight here, isn’t she? You know what that means,” he said with a sexy grin. “J.T. is fine, sound asleep.”
“Good. Now what were you saying about me being uptight?”
“Mmm… time for some maintenance. Someone needs to be reminded to take a deep breath, count to ten, and stay calm.”
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