Making Babies With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance)

by J A Fielding

  As much as she was devastated, she was still willing to try again. So, as soon as she was all healed, she was back on the horse trying everything she could to get pregnant again. And she did but only to be disappointed once more.

  After two consecutive miscarriages, she didn’t think she could do it anymore. She was even thinking of adoption. After all, a baby was a baby, right? All she needed was some little person to love. It didn’t matter who the baby came out of. All that mattered was that the baby would be hers. Mitchell was against adoption at first but Natasha managed to twist his arm eventually. But the adoption process was not as simple as they expected. There were too many logistics. The lady at the adoption agency had even told them that some parents could be on a waiting list for as long as two years. Natasha didn’t think she could handle another two years without a baby.

  During that time, Mona, Rita and Stacy had almost moved into Mitchell and Natasha’s home on Mona’s proposition.

  “As a mother I can tell you that there is nothing worse than losing your child. We need to be there for her,” Mona had said. “She is our family and she’d do the same for us,” she added.

  After a couple of months, Natasha thought of a third try. Mitchell was unsure. He began doubting his ability to be a father.

  “Maybe there is another way. Surrogate maybe,” he’d said. Natasha shook her head.

  “We’re not there yet. We are not that desperate,” she said with a smile.

  “Tasha, baby, I cannot watch you suffer again. I don’t think I can handle it,” he said. For the first time since she knew him, Natasha saw Mitchell shed a tear. She looked into his eyes and wrapped her arms around him.

  “Third time’s the charm, right?” she said before kissing him. He looked into her eyes and smiled.

  “We’ll be okay, right?” he asked. She nodded.

  “We’ll be just fine,” she said.

  Those words were like burning spears now. She shed a tear every time she relived the moment she said them. For the third time, she lost the baby….AGAIN. This was too much for her, and for the first time ever, Mitchell witnessed firsthand, the love of his life shutting down. She never talked, she hardly ate and she was always in bed curled up like a cold kitten. Mitchell sighed and walked into the room carrying the soup he had just made her.

  “I brought you soup, babe,” he said as he put the bowl on the bedside table. She opened her puffy eyes and gave him a weak smile. “Aren’t you going to sit up and eat it? It’s shredded chicken, just how you like it,” he added.

  “I am not hungry,” she mumbled. Mitchell took a long deep breath and looked at her.

  “You need to eat something, Tasha. You need to keep your strength up,” he said. She shrugged and turned away from him. Mitchell felt his rage beginning to rise. He grabbed her and sat her up.

  “Let me go!” she yelled as she tried to shake him off.

  “You need to eat. Stop acting like a baby and pull yourself together, for God’s sake!” he said angrily. Natasha looked at him and shook him off. “I made you the damn soup and you are sure as hell are going to eat it. Now!” Natasha looked at him in surprise.

  “What did you just say to me?” she asked in disbelief.

  “You heard me. I am not going to repeat myself, you are not a child,” Mitchell said. Natasha looked at him, still shocked. She had never known him to be like this.

  “You can’t make me,” she said in a stubborn voice. Mitchell took a scoop of the soup and shoved it into her mouth, spilling a few drops on her pajama pants as he did so. She looked at him as he held her chin, waiting to see her swallow.

  “If that is how you want this to work, then this is damn well how we are going to do it,” he said. She placed a hand on his and yanked her chin away from his grip. Mitchell looked at her still angry and stood up. “Stop acting like such a spoiled brat, Natasha. Life has to move on,” he said as he began walking towards the door. He stopped in his tracks when Natasha tossed a pillow at him, hitting him squarely at the back of the head. He turned around and looked at her. “I don’t think I deserved that,” he said.

  “You think so, you stupid arrogant bastard?” she yelled as tears began streaming down her cheeks. “I lost three babies, Mitchell. Three! Do you even have the faintest idea what that is like?” she asked, her voice quavering.

  “As a matter of fact, Natasha, I do. I lost the three babies too, remember?” he asked angrily.

  “It is not the same for men,” she said before burying her face in her hands. Mitchell’s anger slowly subsided as he watched her crying.

  “You’re right. I have no idea what you are going through, but I was ready for this too,” he said as he began walking towards the bed. “We are two peas in a pod. I am hurting too,” he added. He took a seat next to her and put an arm around her. “I need my wife. I miss my wife, Tasha,” he said as he kissed the top of her head. He pulled away from her and looked at her tear stained face. “For better or worse, remember? You and I are on this ship together. We need each other,” he said before bringing his lips down to claim hers.

  She closed her eyes as she lost herself in the exhilarating feeling of his lips. It had been so long since she felt his touch, his lips on hers. Without knowing it, her arms were around his neck, involuntarily pulling him down on her. He gently pulled away and looked into her puffy eyes. She wondered what he was up, to especially when he got up from the bed and began undressing. He pulled his polo shirt over his head and then began undoing his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He then pushed his boxer shorts off, revealing his semi-hard cock. She looked at him, more confused than turned on when he stretched his hand out to her. She reluctantly took it as he helped her to her feet. He slowly trailed his index finger on the side of her face and then pulled her own t-shirt over her head. He slowly slid his hands off her shoulders and onto the front of her breasts, her nipples gently pressing into his palms. He then pushed her pajama pants off and slowly led her to the bathroom.

  “Mitch, what are you…” Her words were cut off when he kissed her again.

  “It’s been two months since me and you did anything remotely marital. I need you,” he said as he turned on the shower. “I want you,” he said, this time in a whisper. He pulled her under the water and held her close as the warm water trickled down their bodies. His hands slowly worked their way from her waist and up to her full breasts. She sighed as she felt him slowly kneading her mounds, attempting to make them perkier than they already were. She leaned against his shoulder as he rubbed her, loving the feeling of her husband making her his once again. One hand released her breast and travelled down her navel to her moist pussy. She gasped when she felt his thumb brush over her over sensitive clitoris, urging her desire on.

  “Mitch…I want you,” she said in a hushed whisper.

  “Not yet,” he said as he began working a finger into her, testing her wetness. His cock was already pressing hard into her rear, indicating that he wanted to be inside her, that he longed to be engulfed in her warmth. He suddenly pulled his finger out, liberating her, but her relief was short lived as he pushed in two fingers this time. She winced as she felt herself stretching out, against his fingers. He turned her around and looked into her eyes that were now dilated. Her eyes screamed lust, pain and love. He could not decide what was more important right now except for the fact that she had never looked sexier than she did at that moment, with her wet hair sticking to the sides of her face, her breasts perky and wet as the water flowed down her body. He pulled her towards him and then turned around, pinning her to the cold wall. She gasped as the cold ceramic tiles made contact with her full sexy ass.

  She looked into his eyes as he took her in his arms. She looked at him as she felt his cock head pressing into her pussy. She moaned as she felt him pushing inside her, feeling her and filling her every fold. He slowly pulled back and pushed back inside her again, making her gasp and cry out loud as she felt him stretching her out to her limits.

  “If
this time it does not work…” once again, Mitchell kissed her cutting her words short in midsentence.

  “I am not doing this for a baby, Tasha,” he said looking at her through the flowing streams of water. “Right now I just want to make love to my wife,” he added with a smile.

  “All pressure off?” she asked looking at him. He bucked his pelvis into her making her shriek.

  “All pressure off,” he echoed and began moving in and out of her pussy, his thrusts getting more insistent as he went on. She held on to him as he worked himself into her, feeling her pulsating against his cock. Soon, he was nibbling on her neck as he stroked his cock into her. She could feel his passion rising at an alarming rate, hers too. She almost hated herself for going this long without feeling him deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, securing herself around him and against the wall. His thrusts by this time had become so forceful that the only sounds she could hear at that time except for the drops of water hitting the floor were of his scrotum slamming against her. With each thrust, a violent shiver went through her making her pussy wetter than ever before.

  He pulled away from her and looked at her. She felt another shiver go down her spine as his stare probed through her. His gaze was fierce; his body shook with erotic frustration as he struggled to maintain his thrusts while looking at his wife. She felt herself growing breathless as she looked back at him. She had never seen him look so aggravated, so driven, so….hot. He suddenly bucked his hips into her, making her scream once again. He maintained the look as he thrust into her again, and then again, and then went into full blown piston mode. She held on to his neck as he soon became like a jackhammer, punching into her waiting pussy. She could feel his breathing, labored like an irritated bull readying itself for battle.

  She squealed as she felt her body giving in to her pleasures when her orgasm tore through her. She trembled violently as he struggled to keep his rigid cock inside her viciously pulsating cunt. She screamed out as the concluding chapter of her climax finally came to pass. She felt her legs getting weak as Mitchell continued going at her even more strongly this time. She felt a tear roll down her cheek as he fucked her though her post-orgasmic sensitivity before he finally began depositing his seed inside her. He held onto her ass cheeks, squeezing them as he poured himself inside her.

  “God, I missed you,” he said as he felt his cock slipping out of her. “Whoa,” he said when she almost fell over. He turned the water off and took her in his arms. “We can shower later,” he said as he carried her to bed.

  “I’m sorry,” she said as he put an arm around her. He planted a kiss on her forehead and pulled a blanket over them.

  “It’s okay,” he said as the two of them snuggled under the blanket. All that mattered at this moment was that he had his wife back and even though all was not perfect, he had his wife back. “This moment right here, this is the best moment of my life,” he whispered as the two drifted off to sleep.

  *****

  It had been a couple of months since the steamy bathroom sex which then preceded some sort of honeymoon. After that day, Mitchell and Natasha were going at it like sex crazed bunnies. They were literally all over each other, in the living room, on the dining table, in Rita’s gallery….everywhere. It was no shock when Natasha missed her period. But this time around, she was in no particular hurry to know whether or not she was expectant. She was not ready to be disappointed again. She was just starting to relive her life in love with Mitchell and she was not about to do anything to ruin it. But when she could not hold any food down, it was time to face the facts.

  As she walked into the house after her appointment with the doctor, she was not sure what to think of the whole situation. She looked at Mitchell who was busy watching his Sports Weekly.

  “Mitchell, I’m pregnant,” she said in a low voice. Mitchell looked up at her and muted the TV. “Three and a half months,” she added as a tear rolled down her cheek.

  “That’s good, right?” Mitchell asked looking at her. She shook her head.

  “I don’t know. I’m scared,” she said as he walked towards her. “I can’t lose another one,” she said. He wrapped her arms around her and kissed her neck.

  “We won’t lose another one, Tasha," he said in a whisper. “Not this time,” he added. She did not know what it was about his voice that told her everything would be just fine.

  Chapter 5

  Natasha pulled a t-shirt over her head and sighed. She was well into her second trimester and she could not conceal her baby bump anymore. She could no longer put on the beautiful pencil skirts and mini-dresses she loved so much. Strutting in heels was also a major no-no. Her wardrobe had been reduced to oversized t-shirts, slacks and sandals.

  Estelle looked at her as she walked into the living room and smiled. She thought Natasha looked like a cute kid overfed on chocolate cake, especially now that she was showing. Mitchell had to run off to England on an urgent meeting and Rita had clients from Prague coming in every day that week. Getting away for even a second was close to a nightmare and Stacy…well, Natasha’s shoes, though dainty, were not easy to fit into. With all her cravings and morning sickness, Estelle had thought it best for her granddaughter to stay with her till her husband came back and it was not an easy fight either. She took the breakfast tray she had prepared earlier and walked to the dining room.

  “You know I never let people eat in there,” Estelle said to Natasha who was just about to take a seat in the living room. Natasha groaned.

  “Why can’t I have it in here for once? For the baby?” she asked, looking at Estelle who was now walking towards her. Estelle smiled and took her hand before slowly walking her to the dining room.

  “Not even for the baby, honey. Rules are still rules,” Estelle said. “Even though I am about to get a great grandbaby!” she added excitedly. Natasha looked at the beaming smile playing across her grandmother’s face and smiled. “So, don’t you think it’s about time we got you some maternity clothes?” Estelle asked looking at the t-shirt.

  “Why, Nan? Are you trying to tell me I look fat?” Natasha asked taking a large bite of her pancakes. “God this is like heaven on maple syrup,” she said closing her eyes, savoring every bite.

  “Well, honey, you know I always tell you the truth, so yes. You cannot wear the clothes you are used to. They make you look….weird,” Estelle said looking into her eyes. Natasha shrugged.

  “I love my clothes, Nan. I am not about to trade them in to look like a pillow case,” Natasha said as she took another bite. Estelle smiled.

  “I didn’t want to say anything but, have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?” she asked. Natasha looked down at her clothes.

  “What’s wrong with what I have on?” she asked. “I know it’s a bit big but, hey, it serves the purpose,” she added as she poured more maple syrup on her pancakes. Estelle sighed.

  “For starters, you have on your father’s old and stretched out t-shirt and a pair of gym pants,” Estelle said. Natasha took another bite and ran her fingers through her hair.

  “Ouch!” she yelled as her fingers got caught up in her tangled strands.

  “Plus, you need to brush your hair when you sleep. Avoids all that mess going on right there,” Estelle said pointing at Natasha’s hair.

  “The shampoo smells really gross,” Natasha said looking at her grandmother.

  “Then buy another scent,” Estelle said as she made her way back to the kitchen. She came back a few minutes later carrying a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. “I can take you shopping later on this afternoon. I don’t think I have anything to do then,” she said as she handed Natasha the juice. Natasha looked at her and smiled.

  “Thanks Nan,” she said before taking a sip of her orange juice.

  “Any time baby,” Estelle said and kissed Natasha’s cheek. “Right now, I have to get dinner started,” she added as she walked away. Natasha frowned and looked at her wrist watch.

  “Dinner? It
’s only ten,” Natasha said. Estelle turned around and smiled at her.

  “Well, I’m going shopping later. Didn’t you hear?” Estelle asked before walking to the kitchen. Natasha smiled as she looked at her plate. She took the last bite and pushed the plate away. She wanted to go to the kitchen for more pancakes but she was confused between the sudden urge to take a nap and the need to grab a bite. The former won. She gulped down her juice and walked back to the living room where she slouched down on the couch. She grabbed the remote and began flipping through TV channels trying to decide on what to watch. She was still flipping channels when she heard the distinct beep of her computer. She looked around frantically trying to remember where she last saw it, or placed it.

  “Fuck!” she thought as she looked around. One of the most annoying things about being pregnant was the way her memory seemed to deteriorate. She would forget the little things like where she placed her phone or what she went into a room to do. Sometimes she would even go down to the grocery store for some bread but come out empty handed because she had no idea what she was doing at the store in the first place. “Hey, Nan! You seen my laptop?” she called out as she flipped the cushions over.

  “On the shelf, under the cable decoder!” Estelle called from the kitchen.

  “Finally,” she thought as she picked it up. “Thanks Nan!” she yelled as she walked back to the couch. She set the laptop on the coffee table in front of her and flipped the top open. “Good news, I hope,” she thought as she clicked on the “new mail” icon popping up at the bottom left corner. She smiled when she saw it was from Mitchell.

  TO: Natasha Black

  FROM: Mitchell Schmidt

  SUBJECT: MISSING MY BEAUTIFUL FAMILY

  Hello, my love. I am just back from a meeting with the English dude. He was a bit disappointed you couldn’t come, kind of made me a bit jealous. He sends his best though.., but that is not why I am writing. How are you? How is the baby? Are you still waking up in the middle of the day?