by Naomi West
“We made this,” I say.
“We did,” she says. She backs away just a little. “I want to … well, give me a second. Take off your coat.”
I do as told, sitting on the couch to wait. When she comes back, she sits next to me, an envelope in her hands.
“Do you want to open it together?” she asks.
I nod. “Fuck, yeah.” Oops. “I mean, heck, yeah.”
She holds out the envelope, laughing a little. “One, two, three,” she says, as we both tear it open.
We look at the picture. Our baby is there, in the fuzzy ultrasound image. Little hands in clenched fists. Oversized head on a skinny little body. A circle near the middle. The word “BOY” typed in red.
We look at each other. Millie’s eyes are filled with tears.
“A boy,” I say.
“A boy,” she repeats. “A son.”
I pull her to me, hugging her tightly. “I’ve never been so happy in my life, Millie. You, the baby … our son. It’s all I could ever want. And I’ll do anything I can to make life good for you both. If you’ll have me. Will you have me?”
“Of course,” she says. “Yes, of course. I love you.”
Hands on her cheeks, I life her face to mine. I kiss her like a drowning man who’s found water. We kiss and kiss, and when she pulls away, it’s only to pull her sweater over her head. Her breasts are full and ripe in a black lace bra. Her lips are thick and wet and swollen from our kissing. The freckles that dot her nose and cheeks, the way her hair puffs out from her head in a soft halo these things all make me wish I could paint.
I lay her back and work to pull her jeans off, baring that sweet tummy. She closes her eyes and crinkles her nose. “I’m so fat.”
“Look at me,” I say. When she opens one eye, I say, “You’re gorgeous. Perfect. Amazing. I could look at you all day.”
I kiss her belly, downward. My mouth brushes across the silky panties she wears, my breath hot on her mound. She arches toward my mouth, moaning.
“Yeah, baby,” I say. “That’s what you like.”
I pull her panties over her wide hips and suck in a breath. I’ve missed this pussy, missed this ripe core. I spread her lips apart, lapping at the juices that pool there. I find that sweet little button and flick my tongue at it, making her cry out.
When my fingers join the fun, she moans long and loud and I nearly cream myself like some inexperienced teenager.
“I love you,” I say against her pulsing core. “I love you and I love our son and I love this sweet pussy.”
She’s beyond words as she writhes against me, everything that comes out of her mouth a moan or a cry or an incoherent slur of something that might be cuss words. I love it. It’s perfect.
She just comes and comes and I drink it up and when she finally stills, her hands in my hair, I move up the length of her perfect pregnant body and put my lips on each breast, then her neck, then her lips.
I’m still fully dressed, unfortunately, which my goddess notices as she works to pull my shirt over my head, my pants from my waist. I kick them off clumsily, my cock so hard and ready that all I need to do is slide right in.
“Fuuuuckkk,” I groan as I feel her tight, wet cunt clench around my shaft. She’s coming again and I haven’t even thrust one time.
“I missed you,” she says against my mouth. “Oh my God, I missed you.”
Chapter 16
Axel
I sit in the waiting room, sucking down another cup of coffee. My knees are shaking. I’ve probably had enough caffeine to kill a horse.
There’s a lot of screaming. Holy crap, so much screaming. Who knew women screamed so much while they were having babies? I mean, I guess I would scream, too, if I were shoving a watermelon from between my legs.
I’ve been here approximately five hours. How long does this take?
My phone buzzes. “Hey, baby,” I answer.
“Hey, any word?” Millie asks.
“No. I’m fueled by caffeine and chocolate. It’s been five hours and all there is to do is read Field and Stream and eat vending machine food.”
“Did Rod make it?” she asks.
“Yes, hence the waiting room duty,” I say. “Once he got here, they kicked me right out.”
“Probably good,” she says. “I heard they imprint on the first person they see.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
She laughs. “I know you and Lipstick are close, but I’m pretty sure I don’t feel good about you seeing her vagina.”
“Ew. She’s like a sister. And I’m pretty sure there’s nothing sexy about the baby-having experience.”
“All right, all right,” she says. “I’m going to get back to work. Call me if anything happens, otherwise I’ll be there right after five.”
“Love you,” I say.
“Get your books out,” she says. “Love you, too.”
Yes, I started back to school. I am officially the oldest freshman at Cuyahoga Community College. And I like it. It feels weird to sit in class and then go right back to the club to run things, but whatever.
I crack open the book and it’s probably two more hours before Rod, accompanied by an armed police officer, shuffles out, his eyes bright and his hair sticking out from his head like he’s been in the gym for the past seven hours. He’s sweaty and flushed and totally, ridiculously happy.
“He’s here,” he says, holding out his arms.
I stand up and pull him in for a bro-hug. “Congrats, man,” I say. “Little Seamus has arrived.”
“Thanks for being here with her,” Rod says. “She said her water broke and you must have traveled at lightspeed to get her.”
“I may have broken a few traffic laws,” I admit. I look at the cop and he just shrugs. “When we got here, she was already pretty far along, like six centimeters. I thought it would go faster.”
“She pushed for a long time. Kid has a big noggin like his old man,” Rod says, rubbing his hand on his head for effect. “My old lady was a total champ, though. Kept at it. I felt like a useless dick.”
“I know it means something that you were there,” I say. “Cool of the prison to let you come for this.”
“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “Yeah. I’d have hated to miss it.”
The smile fades a little. He meets my eyes.
“Hey, so tell me about this little twerp,” I say lightly.
“He’s so small,” Rod says. “So tiny. His little nose. His little wisps of red hair. Ugh. I know everyone thinks their baby is the cutest, but I really think mine might be. I made cute babies, it turns out.”
“You in love?” I ask.
“Totally,” he says. “And you will be, too. You don’t know, man. Seeing your baby being born. It’s religious.”
“They say the father is born with the baby,” I say. “I don’t know. I heard that somewhere.”
“Lipstick is a fucking saint,” he says. “Thank God it was her I knocked up. I had another girl, remember that Mary chick? She’s a headcase. This would not be a happy ending if it’d been her who had my kid instead.”
Here’s the Rod I know. I shake my head at him.
“I’m just sayin’,” he says, putting his hands up. “Everything turned out just like it should.”
“I guess so,” I say. “How long do you have here?”
He looks at the officer, who says, “About an hour.”
“I’ll leave you to it, then,” I say. “Go enjoy that family of yours. I’m glad everyone’s healthy.”
“I wanted to tell you, Axel …” he starts, stepping closer. He lowers his voice. “The club … it’ll be fine. Name someone to cover things. Stay low. No new business. Public and charity rides only. We’ll figure the rest out later.”
“It’s all good, man,” I say.
“No,” he says, putting his hand on my shoulder. “My family is all I care about. Keep an eye out for them, like you have been. Do your school. Be a dad. The rest doesn’t matte
r.”
I nod.
“Thanks for everything,” he says.
We hug one more time and he turns back, back to spend time with his old lady and baby.
***
Millie
“Oh my,” I say as a tiny little hand curls around my forefinger. “He’s so sweet.”
Lipstick smiles from the couch. She looks tired but happy.
“He’s a beast,” she says. “Nurses so much I need two more boobs. But he sleeps better than average, I think.”
“You love it,” I say.
“I love it,” she agrees. “He’s a link I didn’t know I was missing.”
“I’m really happy for you,” I say. “How’s Rod?”
“He’s okay,” she says. “Model citizen. I got him a good lawyer and they’re reviewing his case. Hoping to get his sentence knocked down on a technicality. If they can, he might get out six months earlier than we thought.”
“That’s awesome,” I say. “Are you getting lots of visiting time?”
“Twice a week,” she says. “Not enough, but we’ll take it.”
“Day by day,” I say.
“Right. How’s you? How’s your little dude?”
“Huge,” I say. “That’s the problem with getting knocked up by guys as big as Axel. He makes huge babies.”
“Healthy babies,” she says. “Pick out a name yet?”
“No,” I say with an eye roll. “He wants something old school like Henry or Edmund. Edmund!”
Lipstick giggles. “It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad!” I yelp. Little Seamus starts, his face puckering as he starts to cry. “Oh, sorry, little guy.”
I hand him back to his mama and she places him at her breast. He nurses hungrily, making little satisfied noises. It makes me ache, I’m so ready to have my own baby, to have this experience. I never knew I wanted this, that I was so ready to have a family. And when I think about my time with Phillip … it actually makes me physically ill to think about having a family with him, to think about faking happiness with him. But with Axel? My life feels like it’s just where it’s supposed to be.
If we could figure out the baby’s name.
“I grew up with a name like Millie. I do not want to subject my child to the ridicule that comes with having the name of an old person.”
“Well, what do you want to name him?” my friend asks.
“I’m thinking Hunter, or Lucas, maybe?”
She nods. “Good names. Oh … I heard your parents came for a visit?”
“They did,” I say. “My dad and Axel got along great. It was so weird. They started talking football and my dad was all in his nostalgic heyday, talking about playing in high school … it was ridiculous. And my mom was over the moon. Batting her eyelashes at him, talking about how we need more male teachers in schools these days. Jesus.”
“That’s good,” Lipstick says, slapping me on the arm. “You were all worried about nothing, see?”
“Yeah,” I say, smiling like a dope. “I’m really happy.”
“Me too,” she says.
We bump fists, because fist bumping isn’t just for bros.
***
Axel
I get home and it’s later than I’d hoped. I missed the dinner hour and am fully expecting an ass kicking as I peek in the front door.
“Welcome home,” Millie says.
I step inside and eye her warily. Her hormones have been kind of wack lately. She’s got a month and a half to go and she is ready to burst. Uncomfortable, not sleeping well, heartburn all the time. It’s not pretty around here some nights.
“Sorry I’m late,” I say. “We had a meeting with a local charity that went long.”
She smiles and it makes my heart pick up pace. “It’s so cool that you’re taking the club legit. All that bad business all to the wayside. I’m proud of you.”
“Well, we lost about sixty members who needed full-time work,” I say. “They went to other clubs, but the rest were happy to just go back to the ride.”
“Do you think Rod will build it back up when he gets out?” she asks.
I shrug. “I’m not sure, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there,”
I shrug off my coat and shoes and pad into the kitchen. I pop a beer from the fridge and look around. I’ve turned into a housecat.
Speaking of which, those two little devils are making figure eights between my legs. I like them okay, but they do this every time I get home. Annoying.
An arm reaches around my torso. The hand pushes up under my shirt, rubs across my abs, snakes down into my pants.
“Yes?” I ask. “Can I help you?”
“I’ve been crazy horny all day,” Millie says. “I had to touch myself under my desk at work.”
“Why am I just now getting this memo, babe?” I ask.
“You were in school and at the club. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Believe me,” I say, turning around, planting a kiss on those gorgeous lips, “I’d gladly have told those charity fuckers to take a hike if I’d known you needed my, ah, attention.”
She smirks at me. “Come on.”
“You come on,” I say, leaning in for another kiss. “On me.”
“I need a shower,” she says.
“I’ll watch,” I say.
We head into the bathroom and she starts the shower water. She pins that mass of curls up on top of her head and pulls off her dress, followed by her underwear and bra. My cock hardens at the sight of her, as it always does.
“You better get naked,” she says. “I’m gonna jump you as soon as I wash my body.”
She steps into the shower and I have never been happier that it has a clear door. Even with the glass steamed up, I see her very round belly, full of life, stretched to what looks like its limit, her belly button popped out like a reminder to take something out of the oven.
Her breasts are huge, heavy, and full, the dark brown of her nipples large, ready for our baby to nurse from them. God, she is so amazing. I pull my clothes off and stroke my eager cock as I look at Millie, the mother of my child.
She soaps her body and as it becomes slick and sudsy, her nipples tighten. She pinches at them, moaning.
“My tits are so sensitive these days,” she says. “Every little pinch just goes straight to my clit. It’s insane. Like lightning.”
Well, then.
She rubs those perfect nips and squats, her legs spreading as her hands move between her legs. That full bush is all wet, and she soaps it clean, pushing her fingers between those swollen pussy lips, her fingertips dipping in and out of her sweet cunt.
“Mmmmnnnnn,” she moans. “Unnnnggghhh.”
This is my girl. Inarticulate as ever when it comes to her sex noises.
I can’t take it. I stand and open the door. We can’t both fit comfortably. I’m too damn big on a normal day, but with that woman’s big belly … it really doesn’t work. I vow to build us a bigger bathroom, and soon. But first, I just reach a hand in and run it over her ample backside. My fingers dip between her ass cheeks, one finger finding that tiny brown hole, the secret hole. She bends just a little, opening for me, so I insert my finger fully, pushing in and out while my other hand continues working my own cock. Millie’s hands stay busy between her own legs and we work ourselves and each other until we’re both moaning incoherently.
“Come on,” I say. “You’re clean now.”
She steps out and walks with me, still dripping wet, to the bedroom. She sits on the bed and reaches out, her hands on my sides as she pulls me forward. She takes my cock in her hands and strokes it, finally sitting forward, putting it into her mouth. She meets my gaze and never leaves it as her mouth works the length of my shaft. At the first drip of pre-cum, she stops, grinning.
“Let me watch you for a minute,” I say.
She lays back on the bed, her brown skin so perfect against our white comforter. She’s a fucking angel if I’ve ever seen one.
/> My sweet, sexy girl spreads her legs as far as they’ll go, showing me her glistening pussy, so ripe with juices, so swollen with want. Fuck, I want her so much right now, but I swear I will come like a big ole virgin if I try to screw her right now. I need a minute, so I need to be patient.
