Unexpected

by Jenny Frame

  “Oh, it’s adorable,” Becca said, clutching the bear to her chest.

  “I wanted the baby to know when I met her, how much she was wanted, and that I’ll always be here to give her what she needs.” Dale’s voice cracked, and she quickly tried to regain control of herself. “My God, I’m such an emotional idiot.”

  Becca clasped her hand and smiled. “No, you’re so sweet, and that’s why I wanted to share this with you.”

  Dale wanted to ask something that had been bothering her since she had spoken to Val about the scan. “Becca? Is there something wrong with the baby?”

  “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

  “Val told me it was unusual to have a scan at this stage in pregnancy. It made me worry that they were monitoring the baby or something.”

  “Oh no, she’s fine. I need to be monitored for my blood pressure, but she’s fine. This isn’t a regular scan.” Becca reached into her bag and brought out a glossy brochure. “I’ll explain everything but first I want to talk to you.”

  As soon as Becca found out what Dale had done for her, paying off her debt to Eugene Hardy, she racked her brains to think of a way to pay back Dale’s kindness. She couldn’t hope to pay the debt back, for a very long time anyway, so she had to think of something else, and this was the something else.

  “Were you ever going to tell me about the money?”

  Dale looked rather nervous. “What? I’m not sure what you mean.”

  There was something so adorably sweet about Dale, even now when she was trying to cover her tracks. It reminded Becca of when Jake was younger and he tried to deny taking that one extra biscuit from the biscuit tin.

  It would be quicker if Becca just cut to the chase. “The money for Eugene Hardy. You would never have told me about it, would you? You stood and let me hug and generally make a fuss over Trent, while it was you all along.”

  “Ah…how did you find out?

  “Trent told me, and before you say it, I know she swore she wouldn’t, but that night she asked if there could ever be a chance for us again.”

  She saw Dale gulp hard with worry. This thing that was between them, this magnetic pull, chemistry or whatever, was clearly felt by both of them. But as Becca had been constantly turning over in her head, was it real or was it a biological need to couple up with the other parent of her baby?

  “What did you tell her?” Dale asked.

  “That there was no chance. My time with Trent is long over. I love her as a friend but I’m not in love with her, and because of that she thought I should know how much you care.”

  Dale let out a long breath.

  Becca put her hand on Dale’s knee. “Why did you stand there and let me fawn over Trent?”

  “Because protecting my family is more important than me.”

  Becca cupped Dale’s cheek with her hand. “Oh, Dale, you are one of the most unselfish, noblest people I’ve ever met.”

  “Nah, I’m just a grease monkey.”

  Becca shook her head. “No, you are so much more than that. You’re kind, generous, and unselfish. I couldn’t have chosen a better other parent for Jake and this little one.”

  “Thank you, Becca. That means the world to me.”

  Becca handed Dale the brochure in her hands. “This is one way I thought I could show the same kindness as you did to me. You missed out on my hospital scans, so I thought I’d book us a private scan so you could share that joy.”

  Dale’s eyes lit up as she flicked through the pages. “A 4D picture?”

  “Yes, the company call it a bonding scan, and I want you to bond with the little one.”

  Dale pulled Becca into her arms for a hug, and simply said, “Thank you.”

  * * *

  Dale watched on from a chair by the side of the hospital bed, while the member of staff prepared Becca for the scan.

  She had never felt so nervous in her life, and she’d done some scary, stupid stuff when racing, but this was a whole different level. She was about to come face-to-face with her unborn child. Dale just prayed that she could be worthy enough.

  The room wasn’t what she’d expected. It was more of a comfortable hotel room than hospital. On each wall there was a TV screen, and immediately in front of the bed was the largest screen, all ready to show them the baby.

  As the baby’s picture appeared on the screens, in all the different angles, Becca reached out and took her hand. “Meet your little girl, Dale.”

  Dale sat in stunned silence and watched as the assistant took them through every angle, and pointed out features as they went.

  “Now I’ll switch the scan to 4D and you’ll see baby’s face clear as day,” the assistant said.

  Both Dale and Becca gasped. On-screen the baby’s head and face were clear.

  “Look, Dale,” Becca said. “She’s sucking her thumb.”

  Dale clutched the teddy bear she had bought and felt tears start to roll down her cheeks. She never thought children would be a part of her life, but since she’d met Becca and Jake, there was nothing she wanted more. She had helped make this child inside Becca, and no matter what, she would never turn her back on her.

  “Hi, wee yin, I can’t wait to meet you.”

  Becca squeezed her hand. “She can’t wait to meet you.”

  The scan was one of the most emotional experiences she had ever had, and they both felt a little drained, so they decided to get some lunch and eat it back at Dale’s flat.

  “This is exactly how I imagined your flat. Modern, minimalist, although I half expected a pinball machine somewhere.”

  Dale rubbed her neck bashfully. “It’s in the second bedroom.”

  Becca threw her head back and laughed. “I thought so. The perfect bachelor pad.”

  She walked up to Becca and took her hand. “I never knew I could have anything else.”

  Becca walked into her arms and hugged her. “Thank you for today. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.”

  She snuggled into Dale’s chest. Becca felt right, wrapped in Dale’s strong arms. Everything about her was right. The way she held her, the way she smelled, the way she felt lighter when she was with Dale.

  “Thank you, Dale. Thank you for being there for us, for taking care of me.”

  “I want to take care of you all. My life was empty before Jake found me, and it…”

  Dale’s hesitation and the tension in her body made Becca pull back from her slightly. “What?”

  “It makes me scared that I’ll wake up and suddenly this will all have been a dream.”

  Becca gazed lovingly into Dale’s eyes and said, “You’re not going to wake up. We’re here, and we’re real.”

  Dale closed the distance between them and kissed her. Becca gave in to an urge she’d had from the very first, and slipped her fingers into Dale’s thick unruly hair. The kiss became more fevered.

  “Dale? I want you to touch me.” Becca couldn’t get enough of tasting Dale’s lips and neck. She wanted her so badly.

  “Are you sure? Is it safe?” Dale asked.

  Becca replied by taking Dale’s hand and saying, “Where’s your bedroom?”

  Dale led her through to her bedroom and closed the door and curtains, leaving them in the dull afternoon light. Surprisingly Dale looked nervous. Becca imagined Dale had never been nervous about sex, but she looked it now.

  Becca put her hands flat on Dale’s chest. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m nervous—for the first time in my life I’m nervous about touching someone.”

  “Why? Is it me?” Becca wondered if it was because of the way she looked. “I know being pregnant I—”

  Dale silenced her with a kiss, and then whispered close to her lips, “Nothing like that, you’re beautiful. I’m scared that once I touch you, I’ll never be able to stop, because I need you so much.”

  Becca was bold and started to unbutton her blouse slowly. Dale’s breathing shortened and her eyes never wavered from looking at the skin
Becca was exposing.

  She threw her blouse to the side, took Dale’s hand, and placed it on her bra-covered breast. “It’s been so long since someone touched me. Will you touch me, please?”

  That plea seemed to help Dale’s confidence, and she kissed Becca deeply. She turned her around and kissed the back and side of her neck, while unclasping her bra.

  When the bra was off, Dale immediately took her large breasts in her hands and both of them groaned.

  “I’ve dreamt about this, Becca.”

  Becca was so wet already. She had forgotten what it felt like to be touched, although Trent’s touch had never felt hot, desperate, and needy like this.

  Becca covered Dale’s hands with her own, and allowed herself a gentle squeeze. “Oh, that feels so good.”

  Dale continued to kiss her neck, and she gently bit Becca’s earlobe. Becca moved her lover’s hands down onto her baby bump, and said, “I’m having your baby, Dale.”

  “Yes, mine.”

  Dale pulled off her T-shirt and sports bra so they were skin to skin. Instinctively Becca pushed her bottom back into Dale’s groin. She heard her moan, and felt her thrust softly back.

  “I need to be closer, Becca.”

  Becca unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She turned around and Dale lifted her into her arms and carried her to the bed, kissing Becca as she went.

  Dale lowered her onto the edge of the bed so she was sitting. Becca reached for Dale’s belt and unfastened it. Dale stopped her and said, “Let me take care of you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

  Dale took off her jeans and boxers, giving Becca a full view of her toned body. Her biceps were strong from years of manual labour, and her Celtic tattoo made her biceps look more pronounced. It was no wonder women loved her.

  Becca was surprised to see a long scar that ran down her thigh. She traced her finger down it and asked, “How did you get this?”

  “I had a crash at one of my races.”

  “It must have been bad. Do you have any more scars?”

  Dale pointed to her heart and said, “Just one, but I think it’s healing every day I spend with you.”

  It was true, no one had ever come close to helping her heal, but Becca and what she gave her, what she was giving her, was making her life make sense and mending her broken heart.

  Dale dropped to her knees and carefully and slowly took off Becca’s tights, kissing Becca’s skin as she went.

  Becca used her hands to cover up some stretch marks and the caesarean scar on her growing stomach, and Dale immediately pushed them off.

  “I want to see all of you. Everything that you are, everything that helped nurture and protect our children.” Dale cupped her cheek and said with great sincerity, “All I need is you.”

  Dale pushed Becca back on the bed and took her underwear off. She could see how wet Becca was and it made her mouth water. Dale leaned forward and kissed Becca’s stomach tenderly while grasping one of her breasts.

  “God, you’re so beautiful, Becca. I love these.” Dale gently squeezed Becca’s full breasts, and her mouth watered at the thought of taking her hard nipples into her mouth. She kissed and licked her way over her breasts. She felt Becca’s fingers grip her hair almost painfully, and Becca’s chest rose just slightly as if to encourage Dale to take her nipple into her mouth, and so she did.

  Dale hummed in pleasure, and Becca cried out, “Yes, oh God.”

  She was careful not to rush. Becca hadn’t had anyone touch her in a long time, and Dale wanted to show her how much it meant to her. Dale licked all around her nipple while squeezing the other with hand. She held Becca’s nipple between her teeth while flicking the tip with her tongue.

  This made Becca’s nails dig into her back, and her hips move, seeking the release that Dale would give her. After one last big lick over her puckered nipple, Dale looked up at a flushed and hot looking Becca, and said, “Can I taste you?”

  Becca raised herself up on her elbows and met her eyes. “Please. Make me feel again.”

  Dale didn’t need to be asked twice. She kissed her way down Becca’s stomach and placed her legs over her shoulders, giving herself complete access to Becca’s sex.

  She teased Becca by kissing her thighs, and licking around the lips of her sex. “You’re so wet.”

  She felt Becca’s hand in her hair encouraging Dale to quicken the pace. “I need you.”

  Dale couldn’t wait any longer. She opened up Becca’s sex and slowly at first circled her tongue around Becca’s hard clit.

  Becca’s hips bucked, and she cried out at Dale’s touch. “Oh, that feels so good. Just like that.”

  Dale lapped at her sex, hooked on Becca’s taste from the first touch of her tongue. Becca’s throaty moans were something she’d never get tired of hearing.

  “Yes, right there,” Becca cried. “I need to feel you inside.”

  Dale took two fingers and slipped them into Becca’s velvety warmth. “You’re soaking wet for me, babe.”

  “Yes, fill me up.”

  Dale returned her attentions back to Becca’s clit while she thrust her fingers inside her, not too rough, just slow and loving.

  She started to feel Becca’s walls flutter, her moans and shouts grow higher pitched, and her hips thrust harder.

  “That’s it, babe. Come for me. Are you going to come for me?”

  “Yes, God, yes,” Becca cried.

  Dale watched as she threw her head back and screamed her release, while the walls of Becca’s sex gripped her fingers tightly.

  As Becca recovered her breath, Dale kissed her thighs, and thought, I love you.

  “Dale? Please come here,” Becca pleaded.

  She got on the bed and lay down by Becca’s side.

  “That was so good. No one’s ever touched me like that,” Becca said.

  Dale stroked her cheek with the back of her hand. “That’s because I was meant to touch you. You’re the mother of my children.”

  “Yes, I am, aren’t I?” Becca gazed into Dale’s big brown eyes and stroked her fingers through her hair. She thought about the many times since she had gotten to know Dale better that she had allowed herself to fantasize about touching Dale, and felt her passion to have Dale surge through her.

  She pulled Dale to her by her hair, gave her a long deep kiss that made Dale moan, and then pushed her away.

  Dale was a little dazed and Becca took her chance to push her on her back. Becca was amused at the look of confusion on Dale’s face.

  “Becca—”

  Becca lay on her side, with one of Dale’s arms under her, held captive, and so she grasped the other one and held it above Dale’s head.

  She whispered, “I love your body, Dale. Do you know how many times I’ve watched you and then fantasized about it later?”

  “You? You fantasized about me?” Dale said with surprise.

  Becca released her grasp on Dale’s wrist, confident that she would keep it where it was. “Uh-huh.”

  She trailed her fingers down Dale’s shoulder and arm, circling her tattoo. “Yes, you woke up feelings inside me that I thought I’d never feel again. I thought about how gorgeous you were in your overalls.”

  Becca trailed her fingers down Dale’s chest, circled her hard nipples, then made circles on her lower stomach.

  Dale’s breathing had shortened, and her eyes were glued to Becca’s.

  “I thought about how I’d like to come down to the garage in the afternoon, and have you lift me onto the car and—”

  Becca saw the hungry look in Dale’s eyes and knew she was about to take the initiative again. She placed a hand on her chest, and said, “No, let me. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long. You make me so wet, Dale. I’ve just come and it’s still not enough. I need so much more of you.”

  Dale grasped her hand and said, “Show me.”

  Becca smiled and slipped her fingers into her own wetness, and allowed herself a few strokes of her clit. She pulled her fin
gers back, now covered, and showed Dale. “That’s how much I want you, Dale. I want to show you how much I feel for you. I want to make you come.”

  Dale grasped her wrist, and Becca thought she was going to suck the wetness off her fingers, but instead Dale pushed her hand down to her sex.

  “I want to feel you all over me.”

  Becca thought she had never felt anything more erotic in her life and slipped her already wet fingers into Dale’s sex.

  “Fuck, make me come, Becca,” Dale said desperately.

  Dale was hot and throbbing, so ready for her. She split her fingers around Dale’s clit and stroked her softly at first, wanting this to last.

  Becca saw Dale rise up on her elbows so she could watch what Becca was doing. Dale surprised her by saying, “Tell me the rest.”

  “The rest of what?” Becca asked.

  “Your fantasy.” Dale breathed hard.

  “You lift me onto the car—”

  Their eyes never left each other, and they were both living Becca’s words. “What kind of car?” Dale asked.

  Becca could have laughed out loud, but she didn’t. Only Dale McGuire would worry about the make of a car in a sexual fantasy.

  On a hunch Becca said, “Your Jaguar.”

  Dale groaned and her hips thrust against Becca’s fingers. “Fuck, yes. More.”

  “I don’t have any underwear on and you touch me and see how wet I am,” Becca said huskily.

  Dale cupped her cheek with her hand and kept her eyes focused on her.

  “I open up your jeans—”

  Before she had a chance to say anything, Dale said, “And you take out my strap-on.”

  Dale’s eyes looked unsure as she added that into the story. Unsure as to how Becca would feel about that, she guessed.

  She rewarded Dale with a sexy smile and moved closer to her lips. “Oh yes. You push your way inside me, and I feel so full, and you thrust so hard inside me—”

  Dale’s hips were bucking so fast now. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going to come.” She grasped Becca’s hand and held it as she threw back her head and gave a painful cry. “Ah, I need you, need you, Becca.”