My Ward My Woman

by Jordan Silver

  I damn near did shoot the instructor, who thought that shit was funny. I still don’t see the humor, shit made me sick for days. Mom volunteered to go after that, but I couldn’t hand over my responsibility to someone else. Ever since she’d been hurt I’ve stayed on top of her. She doesn’t step one toe outside unless I know about it.

  She bitches and moans but I listen to her gripes and carry on as usual. Her new team, and hopefully the last, are all ex military. They know they don’t answer to her, they answer to me. The first few times she tried to go over my head she found out real quick just how that shit worked.

  Both times I was waiting for her at the unscheduled destination.

  When she finally realized that they weren’t like the others that she’d outmaneuvered time and again, she called me a warden and claimed our home was a prison. Once I reminded her that the women in prison don’t get to fuck as often as she did, she piped the hell down.

  Now for the last couple nights she’s been restless and my fear keeps growing. Though she will never know. Whenever she gets scared, my strength and reassurances clears her mind and she goes back to being my happy babydoll whose only worry is what new way she can turn my days upside down.

  “Go back to sleep.” I rested my hand over hers on the child in her womb and prepared to keep vigil over both of them, as she got comfortable in my arms. “I can’t, he won’t let me unless he gets what he wants.” I rolled my eyes over her head. I wonder what nasty shit she was gonna ask me to get her from the kitchen.

  “Okay what’s it gonna be this time?” I waited and hoped I didn’t lose the last thing I ate because of what came out of her damn mouth. “Pickles…and jelly, grape jelly.” She rubbed her tummy like that shit sounded right. I didn’t utter a word, just left the bed and went after her latest whatever the fuck you wanna call it. At least it’s better than the pizza with icing she’d had the night before.

  I wasn’t sure what the hell she was carrying around in there that made her crave the disgusting shit she’s been scarfing down, but the doctor insists it’s human.

  I went back with her order and watched in disbelief as she dipped her pickles in the jelly and ate appreciatively. “What?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Then why are you staring at me?” Dip crunch.

  “Babe, seriously, what the fuck are you eating?”

  “What? What’s wrong with it?” I knew better than to answer that shit or next she’d be telling me I don’t love her because she’s fat. Which would then start her crying and then I’d have to fuck her and she was too close to her due date so I can’t, which my balls can attest to.

  It’s some kind of colossal joke. The closer she gets to giving birth, the riper and more fuckable her body looks to me. I look at her round tummy and her fat ass and huge tits and all I wanna do is mate. But if I fuck her I might hurt her. Where’s the fairness in that shit?

  So every night I lay next to her and have an argument with my cock, which so far I’ve been winning but it’s been close. She scratched the stretched side of her tummy as she finished off her last pickle.

  “Itchy? I’ll rub some oil in your tummy.” I reached over to my nightstand where there was now a mini pharmacy with any and everything she could possibly need for her comfort.

  She and mom had had a good laugh when I’d started my collection. But I’ve been reading up on shit and pregnant women need a lot of fucking things to make their lives more comfortable. I figure if she can carry my seed for nine months, the least I can do is see that she’s as happy as I can make her.

  I straddled her legs and poured some oil in my hands as she lifted the nightie over her head. I swallowed hard and looked away but there was no hiding the erect cock that now distorted my pajama bottoms. “Babydoll, stop.” My hands had barely touched her flesh when hers reached out to tease my cock.

  Instead of heeding my warning, she pushed her hand through the buttoned opening and grabbed my poor deprived cockmeat. I rubbed she tugged, until she worked my cock out into the open. I didn’t protest when she sat up and took my cock into her mouth. What was the point?

  Instead of grabbing her head and fucking into her neck the way I love to, I played with her hair. When she pulled my cock from her mouth and stroked before stuffing me back in her face with hungry moans I knew I was going to end up fucking her.

  “Shit!” I pulled out of her mouth and slid down her body and right between her legs. Her pussy had a fresh clean scent with just a hint of arousal. I licked her and spread her open with my tongue before lifting her ass in my hands and sinking it deeper.

  She wanted to take my cock in her mouth again so I left her long enough to twist my body around with my meat at her lips. Her stomach pressed into me as I buried my face between her thighs while she tormented my cockhead with her tongue.

  “Now Solomon.” She got into position on her side with her back to me. I moved up behind her and with my arm wrapped comfortingly around her, slid into her pussy. I felt my child kick in her womb when I hit bottom and pulled back.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” I lifted her leg so I could fuck harder, deeper. “Hold your leg up for me baby, I want to hold your tummy.” I didn’t trust her to tell me if I was too deep so I was relying on the child to tell me.

  He kicked and rolled around in there but I realized it was a reaction to her elevated breathing and her body’s movements.

  “Slow down baby.”

  “I can’t, I wanna cum.”

  She held her leg as I asked and I palmed the hard mound of her tummy as I pushed my cock in and out of her. Her pussy was hotter, tighter, wetter and definitely greedier. “I wanna get on top.” Her demands never end.

  “Okay.” I slid out and laid back before helping her climb over me. I held my cock steady with one hand while helping her lower herself with the other. “Not too deep baby, not… Fuck.” She closed her eyes as her body shook with orgasm.

  She started to cry and I jackknifed beneath her to put my arms around her. “It’s okay babydoll.” She wrapped her arms around my head and rode my cock until I blasted off inside her.

  I took her down with me but she soon grew uncomfortable and pulled off my cock to lay next to me. “Now I can sleep.” Her greedy ass was out five seconds later and I was left to do cleanup.

  “Ow-ow-ow…” Her screams had a different tone to them this time. I knew I shouldn’t have fucked her, fuck. “I hurt you.”

  “No, my water broke.” I jumped off the bed and ran around to her side to help her up.

  I kept her calm while I called the hospital and got my team downstairs to follow us to the hospital. It was a good thing I wasn’t driving and was able to sit in back with her and hold her while she freaked.

  Her nervousness kept me calm somehow. I knew I had to be strong for her. So even as everything that could possibly go wrong played through my mind, I reassured her. “We’re here baby. Just think, in a few hours you’re going to be holding our little prince or princess in your arms.”

  She was digging her nails into my hand and trying to remember how to breathe as I helped her out of the car. There was an orderly waiting with a chair but I carried her myself. I don’t think I could’ve put her down if my life depended on it. I was afraid to let her go.

  There was a flurry of movement as soon as we got her settled in her room. Maybe two or three people tried moving me out of the way but it didn’t register. I only heard and saw her, no one else. Surprisingly I remembered everything the masochist had taught us in Lamaze and did my part. Though from her screams I was convinced that shit wasn’t worth a damn.

  ALEXANDRA

  ‘Snort! You should’ve seen your son in the delivery room.’ Mom hadn’t been in town the night before and this was the first time I’d got to text her since the delivery. Once they were done with me I’d fallen asleep, too tired to hold my head up.

  Solomon was asleep in the chair next to my bed with my hand held
in his. ‘I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. Stupid weather. We should be there soon. What did my son do to embarrass me now?’

  ‘Well, he yelled at the nurses for not moving fast enough, bullied the doctor to do something more for the pain, and generally made a nuisance of himself. The only one who didn’t feel the lash of his tongue was I. I know he just sent you a message that we were here, but he didn’t give you the big news.’

  ‘What news? You’re right. I just got a short text saying at the hospital and nothing since. I was going crazy with worry. I tried calling the hospital but he has some kinda blackout. I couldn’t even verify that you were there.’

  ‘Well, after your grandson was born, kicking and screaming like his dad, there was a nice little surprise waiting for all of us. You have a granddaughter.’

  ‘WHAT?’ REALLY?’ I could all but hear the scream in her words, and imagined her telling my father-in-law to hurry. ‘Yes. Your son was too cute. I’m still not sure if his tears were because we had two instead of one, or because he had a little girl. But from the moment they put her in his arms he welled up. I think he’s in awe. We barely got him to put her down. And I’ve had to remind him three times that the nurses were allowed to take the babies out of the room to check them over.’

  ‘I can’t believe I missed it all. I can’t wait to hold my babies.’ I looked to the side where they were both asleep in their little cribs. They weren’t hooked up to anything and so far their vital signs and everything else were in working order.

  ‘We’re going to have to spoil Jared, you and I, because it looks like your son is already attached to Sabrina. He’s already being very territorial.’ Just then he jumped awake and his hand flexed in mine as he sat up and looked around the room.

  I put my phone down at my side as our eyes met. “Hi beautiful, how do you feel?” I smiled to reassure him as he got to his feet and leaned over for a kiss before going to stand over the babies. He touched their little heads with such reverence it was hard not to fall in love with him all over again.

  “They’re perfect; so perfect. I don’t think it’s quite settled in yet. We’re parents.” He looked back at me as though he really couldn’t believe it. “When are they gonna wake up, weren’t they asleep too long?” This from the man who only the night before was complaining about never getting a good night’s sleep again.

  “They’ll be up soon, it’s been a couple hours since they ate.” He came back to the bed and sat beside me, his arms coming around me. “We can take them home today the doctor said. I’ve ordered the other crib and stuff but I’m not sure we have everything we’re gonna need.”

  “We already had too much before so it’ll be fine. Don’t do anything crazy.”

  “Like what? What do you mean?”

  “Oh I don’t know, like buying out the baby store. Your mom and I already told you they’ll grow out of everything in the first few months so it doesn’t make sense to buy too much.”

  “Maybe you and mom should mind your own business. I have it on good authority that babies need two of every damn thing just to get through the day.”

  “Which authority is that, Google?”

  “Smartass, I don’t want them to ever need anything. They’re so tiny, so helpless. How are we to know what they need from us until they learn to talk?” He worries about the strangest things. But it’s too cute, so I don’t remind him that men and women have been doing this for centuries.

  “Did I thank you?”

  “About a thousand times.” I lifted my lips for his kiss.

  “It bears repeating. You did an amazing job baby. I owe you. Won’t ever be able to repay you, but damn if I don’t owe you.” He’s too cute.

  Just then little Sabrina fussed awake and he was off the bed like a shot. I watched him as he concentrated while checking her nappy and talking to her as if expecting an answer. I could already see there was going to be trouble. She has him wrapped around her little finger and she’s barely a day old.

  He picked her up like he was afraid he’d break her before bringing her back to me. “She knows me baby. Look how she watches me.” I don’t think there’s any use in telling him she can’t really see him yet. Or that the little smile he swore she gave was just gas.

  He sat beside me and passed the baby into my arms, but instead of letting go, he wrapped his arms around us in such a way that her little bottom rested on his chest as I led her to my nipple.

  His finger touched me right above where her mouth worked as if he would help her draw the milk from my breast. “My little Sabrina.” His words were filled with awe and admiration as he ran his hand gently over her head.

  “Your son’s starting to fuss.” He left us and went to pick his son up. I need not have worried that all his love was for our daughter. He picked our boy up and studied him with a strange look on his face. “My son.” It was all he said, before pulling the baby to his chest and kissing his little head as he closed his eyes.

  THE END