The American Soldier Collection 14: Baby Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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“Jessup, you better not make me wait any longer. I’m planning on making this one the first of many babies we’re all going to be making together.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jessup lifted her up and brought her over to the bed. He lowered her down, pulled off her panties, spread her thighs, and immediately began feasting on her pussy.
She held his head and moaned until Atlanta and Corona pulled her hands up above her head and caressed their palms over her breasts and belly.
Corona watched, joining them on the bed and smiling wide.
“We’re going to be the best husbands to you, Nina, and the best fathers. I promise you. You’re always first, baby love. Always first,” Corona said, and Nina felt the tears leak from her eyes and then the feel of Jessup’s cock replace his mouth and fingers.
She moaned as they moved to the side, and Jessup pulled her close and kissed her deeply as he made love to her.
“Finally, I’m not the last one to make love to my woman.
They all chuckled, and Nina held him tight and relished the feel of being surrounded by her lovers, her future husbands, the fathers of her baby, and the knowledge that she was finally home, once and for all.
Epilogue
Nina couldn’t help but smile. Her four big, macho marines were acting like a bunch of raving lunatics.
“Who lost the truck keys?” Corona yelled out. They were hanging from the front pocket of his jeans.
“I’ve got the bag.” Jessup said and then lost his grip as the bag fell on the floor and he tripped over it.
She was doing her breathing and trying to get through the contractions, but this was so funny, she started laughing.
“What are you laughing at? Are you okay?” Atlanta asked and helped her to stand up.
“The keys, Corona. Where the fuck are the keys?” Freeman yelled.
“I don’t fucking know!” he yelled with his hands in the air.
“Corona honey, look in your pocket,” Nina said, and then she continued to breathe through the contractions as Corona looked at her as though she was crazy.
“My pocket?” he asked and then cursed. The others started making fun of him.
“Stop freaking out. We’ve got plenty of time. Did you call my dad?”
“Are you kidding me? It’s four o’clock in the morning,” Jessup stated as she slowly got down the front steps, and then Atlanta picked her up to put her in the truck. Even pregnant, they made her feel light as a feather.
They got into the truck.
“You have to call him. Believe me, he won’t care what time it is,” she said to them.
Corona sped down the driveway and missed the corner, hit the curb, and made the truck bump up and down.
“Corona!” they all yelled at him.
“Fuck.”
Nina reached out and rubbed his shoulder. “We’re okay, Corona. We have time. I’m not planning on having this baby in the truck and making my men deliver him.”
Jessup caressed her thigh and then pulled her close to his side. “We could deliver the baby if need be,” he informed her, and she shook her head.
“Not happening. We discussed this. You’ll never look at me down there the same way.” She gasped and had to breathe through another contraction. They were getting closer.
“Honey, we’re going to love you and especially this pretty, sweet pussy of yours forever,” Atlanta said to her from the passenger seat. He stared at her and licked his lips. He looked so damn sexy. How the hell could the man make her feel sexy and desirable right now when she was about to have a baby?
“You’re beautiful, Nina, and you’re going to make a great mommy,” he added.
Freeman kissed her cheek.
“Oh, God.” She gasped, the pain worse.
“We’re almost there. Just five more minutes,” Corona stated.
“Did you call Dominion?” she asked again.
“Yes,” Freeman said to her.
She exhaled. “Good.”
When they arrived at the hospital, Jessup picked her up and carried her through the emergency entrance. Her water broke, and the guys jumped back, but not Jessup. He held her close. “I’ve got you, baby. We’re having a baby.”
She smiled until she heard Corona demanding that they get a doctor, that his wife was in labor and they needed to hurry. She listened as Freeman handed them a piece of paper indicating the timing of the contractions, when they’d started, and what time the last one had ended in the truck before they hit the parking lot.
“Okay, gentlemen,” the nurse said. “I understand your excitement and worry. We’re going to take good care of your wife. Let’s get into this wheelchair, honey, and get you to delivery.”
Jessup placed Nina into the wheelchair, and when the nurse tried to take the handle to push her, he shook his head. “I got this. Let’s get there.”
Nina looked at the nurse and covered her hand. “Marines,” she whispered.
“Oh.” The nurse patted her hand. “Lucky woman. Let’s get you ready.”
Two hours later, Nina awoke in bed at the hospital, her men surrounding her and Corona holding their baby boy as Dominion touched his cheek. They both turned to look at her, and both of them smiled wide.
“Hey, beautiful,” Corona said, and she blushed.
She couldn’t get over the sight of her men looking so big and masculine and one of them holding such a tiny baby in his arms. They were gentle, compassionate, and loving.
“How are you feeling?” Dominion asked, coming closer to the bed.
“Tired, but good,” she whispered, and he leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“You look beautiful, Nina. I’m so proud of you and honored that you let me be part of this.”
She saw the emotion in his eyes, and she smiled. “I want to share the rest of my life with you, and I want you to know your grandson and for him to know you.”
“That means a lot to me. I plan on being there for him and all the other grandchildren you and your men plan on having.” He winked, and Corona chuckled.
“Have you gotten to hold him yet?” Nina asked, sitting up. Just then Atlanta, Jessup, and Freeman stood up and walked closer.
“Not yet. I just got here,” he said to her.
Corona walked closer to Dominion. “Here you go.”
Dominion took the baby from Corona and smiled down at him. She could see the tears in Dominion’s eyes, and she winked at Corona.
“Well, meet your grandpa, baby Dominion. He’s going to be spoiling you rotten,” Nina said, and her father shot his head up and looked at Nina.
“Dominion? After me?” he asked.
She nodded. “You’re his grandfather, and we all agreed he needed a nice, strong name. A name that was in the family.”
“A family that will continue to grow and expand,” Jessup added.
Dominion stared down at the baby in his arms and kissed his forehead. “Baby Dominion, you will, indeed, be getting spoiled rotten.”
They all chuckled, and Nina wiped the tears from her eyes as Atlanta leaned down and kissed her cheek. He then took her hand and held it as they all enjoyed the moment, the beginning of a life and a future none of them had ever expected.
She had almost missed out on the opportunity to have the men she loved and to start a family the way she’d always dreamed about but thought could never happen to poor, young girl from Chicago with no family and no one to ever love her. She had been so wrong, for it was, when she least expected it, and when she’d taken a chance, that love had entered her heart and filled that empty hole. She was finally home. She finally had her family, a baby of her own she would always love and adore, and a future filled with happiness and the love of her four American soldiers.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.<
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendants of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
Enjoy The American Soldier Collection 14: Baby Love and allow your imagination to soar freely.
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