More Than Us

by ChaShiree M.

  “I love you, Phillipa. Children, no children. We make a family. Kids are a bonus. You know something else; I have been thinking about this a lot. I think where we went wrong was in the planning. We had this nice neat map of how everything was supposed to go, from when to propose down to when we would start our family. The truth is, we should have just lived and let nature take its course. So, how about this...from this moment forward, we just...be...us. Two people that love each other and can’t live without one another. Can you do that?” my heart beats waiting for her answer. I don’t think I could take her pushing me away again.

  “I would love that.” she answers. For the first time in four years, I feel like the air has been restored to my lungs and I am no longer reaching, trying to find a raft, something to stop me from sinking.

  “Cord?”

  “Yes, baby.”

  “I am sorry. I lost my way, Cord.”

  “It’s ok, baby. I will always find you.”

  “I know.” she says before falling asleep. I kiss her head, and drift off with her, wrapped around her, knowing that it is meant to be.

  Chapter Eight

  Phillipa

  Five Weeks Later

  “Good morning, baby. Time for your doctor’s appointment.” he says kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. I have loved waking up to him like this or between my legs, drinking his ‘protein shake’ as he calls it. As good as it feels, I miss all of him being inside of me. I complained to him about this last night, sure that he was punishing me for all the time we missed. He simply looked at me, kissed my nose and said, “I am not punishing you, because that would be punishing me. I just don’t want to hurt you. So... until the doctor says you are fine, you will just have to enjoy my tongue. Same excuse he gave for not letting me suck him into my mouth.

  Stretching, I am about to roll over and kiss him back when I feel like everything, I have eaten for the past week is escaping from inside me including a few organs. Bolting to the toilet, heaving over and over, as Cord rubs my back telling me it is going to be ok. My whole thought is…’like hell it is.’ I don’t say that of course but hell, this has been every day and it is not letting up. When I finally feel like I have been depleted of all of my insides, I clean myself up, watching as his worried face looks at mine through the mirror. “I don’t like this Phillipa.”

  “I know, babe. But I am sure it is nothing.” I say this to him, not wanting him to worry, but the truth is, I am worried.

  We sit in the waiting room of the doctor’s office for twenty minutes; the whole time Cord is impatient and tapping his foot. “This is fucking ridiculous. How long…”

  “Mrs. McManus.” Thank Goodness. I think Cord was about to erupt. We both get out of our seats and walk toward the nurse. “Sir, I…”

  “It’s ok. This my husband. He can come in.” Good grief. Are they trying to set this place on fire?

  We are ushered into the room and standard stuff happens. I get into the paper dress, my temperature is taken, they ask about medication and tell me the doctor will be in soon. “Cord, sit down.” I tell him as he paces the room.

  “I can’t baby. What if something is really wrong with you? I just got you back.” Here come the tears again. He walks over to me and wipes my face. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to upset you. Let’s talk about something else. What would you like to discuss?” I smile at his effort to change the subject. However, there is something I would like to discuss with him.

  “Well, on the answering machine, there was a message from a realtor, asking when a good time would be to come and view the property. What is that about?” He rubs my forehead, not wanting to say anything to upset me, right now. But I need to know. This has been eating at me, since I heard it two days ago, but I didn't want to rock the boat, right as we were getting it steady again.

  “The truth is, Phillipa, I was not so sure we were ever going to repair this, and so, I figured maybe we should just sell the house and begin working on divorce proceedings. It was obvious to me, that you were no longer happy in this marriage and the last thing I wanted was for you to feel stuck. I want you to be happy, baby. Even if… even if that is without me.” Oh god. What have I done? I am a mess, crying and grabbing on to his jacket.

  “I am so sorry, Cord. I never meant for it to get this far. I would die if I lost you. I never stopped loving you...my king. Please know that. Oh god...please don’t go. I will do anything.”

  “Shhh… baby calm down. Don’t make yourself upset. I am not going anywhere. I love you more than the sunset, my little Philli. Forever.'' he kisses my forehead.

  “Forever.” I whisper back. He pulls his handkerchief from his jacket and wipes my face, kissing every spot he cleans until his mouth meets mine. This kiss is… passionate, full of promise and forgiveness and...and a future.

  “I am so sorry to keep you lovely people waiting. I am Doctor Gayle. What seems to be the problem?”

  “I have been sick for almost two weeks. None stop vomiting in the morning.”

  “Have you had the flu recently, or been to a foreign country?”

  “No. Neither.”

  “Ok. Well, let’s take some blood and a swab and see if we can figure this out.”

  “Thank you.” I say, glad to be getting some answers. Once she walks out the door, I can’t help but finally feel the nervousness Cord is feeling. Of course, he can see it.

  “Hey, hey, my love. None of that. Hmmm...ah, I know how to take your mind off it.” he walks to the end of the table and lifts the gown. “Spread your legs, my wild one. It’s time for my afternoon snack.

  “Cord... we can’t. We are….”

  “Well then I guess you better be quiet, huh.” I spread my legs, my body tingling with anticipation. Sitting on the doctor's chair, he leans in, spreads my pussy, opening the lips and blows on it inside, the sensation eliciting a moan from me. “Quiet, my Philli, or I will have to stop.” Holy fuck. How does he expect me to be?

  “Ah!” I yell, not able to control it when his tongue takes the first stroke. Shit that first lick is always the most powerful.

  “Tsk tsk, sweet girl. I think I am going to have to stuff something in your mouth.” he reaches down, I am too far gone to note what he picks up before realizing it is my lace panties he puts in my mouth. “There. Now, where were we?” I squint my eyes showing him my frustration at his teasing. I am just about to fuss at him, mouth full of lace when he begins licking me again, slowly taking the time to taste every inch of my pussy. I feel myself leaking for him, the nectar from him licking me and the gushing of desire, dripping down my asshole, nothing left untouched. “Jesus baby look at this shiny pussy.” he heads up his words with a finger inside of me, moving in and out, touching that one place inside of me that makes stars form in my eyes. He adds another finger and it is more than too much. My legs are shaking, my body going through so many reactions.

  I am partly turned on, knowing that at any time the doctor can walk in and see my husband, bent over slurping his tongue back and forth, lapping up my leaking pussy like a cat to milk. I try to convey to him that I can’t take much more, but with lace in my mouth, it is a moot point. I just lay here, writhing in the stirrups I am in, holding his head, pushing him further into me, needing him to do more than dive, but I am also trying to push him away. He ignores and pushes his thumb inside my ass, moving all areas at once. His other hand, the one not torturing me, begins to pull my nipples, twitch them and uses the slick juice from my wet, hot cunt, and rubs it on them. That is the last straw. I busk against his hand and fingers and my body splinters apart. A haze of nothingness, of mind-blowing stars and sparks shoots through me and behind my eyelids before I finally go limp, my breathing labored and rapid.

  Pulling my panties out of my mouth, he continues for a few more minutes, filling me up with his fingers as his tongue brings me down. His hand never stops rubbing my own sticky cream over my nipples. “Good girl, Philli.” he moves up my body, his tongue sucking my nipple
into his mouth, moving from one to the other moaning at the taste of me he rubbed across my overly sensitive tits. He moves up, his mouth entangling with mine, sharing my taste with me, loving me, and bringing me back from wherever he just floated me off too. He pulls my gown down and kisses me one more time. It was just as he was straightening out his clothes, that the doctor came back in. Even though he didn't undress, it was clear something more went in here. Thank goodness she ignored it.

  “Well it seems we have the culprit.” she begins saying. I feel Cord as he squeezes my hand, letting me know he is with me no matter what. Just that simple touch, calms my beating heart. “You are pregnant.” My ears have a slight buzzing noise in them. That made me misunderstand what she said. Right?

  “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you.” I tell her. I spare a look at Cord out the corner of my eyes and he stands there, shock noticeable in his face.

  “I said, you are pregnant. According to the blood test, you are about twelve weeks.”

  “That has to be a mistake. I mean twelve weeks is three months. How would I not have known in all that time?” I still can’t get out of this fog.

  “That is more common than you think. It is not until about this time that the symptoms that alert you start. The vomiting, the sensitive breasts, the exhaustion. If you have been dealing with large amounts of stress, that could also mask the symptoms. Would you like to see an ultrasound?” I simply nod my head, words befalling me as I try to take this all in. Cord looks at me, he apparently cannot speak either.

  I watch her pull the machine into the room still in wonderland. I find it humorous that she also brings a chair in for Cord. Yea. He might need it. Hell, I would too if I weren’t already laying down. She puts some gel on my abdomen and a few moments, I hear the heartbeat. It isn’t until this moment that it becomes real. “Cord.” I whimper, squeezing his hand.

  “I’m here baby. I’m here.” he kisses my head.

  “See right there, that is your baby. You can see some of the limbs forming. There is the heart. It is still too early to see the sex, but in a few weeks, if you want to know, we can do another one.” She begins to shut everything down. “Would you like a picture of it?” she asks, smiling at the current state of me and Cord.

  I manage to croak out a “yes” before the tears begin.

  “I am going to give you two a second.” She walks out the door and I pull Cord into my arms.

  He grabs both my hands, kissing them as he looks at me. “We’re having a baby, my love. A little piece of you and me.”

  “I... I know. I never thought it would happen. I am going to be a mom.”

  It hits me even harder at that moment as he bends down and kisses my stomach. “Hey little man, I am your dad. We have been waiting a long time for you.” That doesn’t help my emotional state. I can’t seem to stop crying.

  Eventually, the doctor comes back in with the picture and we leave. The ride home is silent as we both soak it all in, that everything we have ever wanted is here. Once we get inside, neither of us speak. Cord begins undressing me, his eyes, love and worship inside of them. He kneels down, removing my shoes and pants. Before my panties are removed, he kisses my stomach one more time, before pulling off my panties.

  Once he is done, undressing himself, he picks me up, my legs wrapped around his waist. Before laying me down, he rubs his cock up and down my wet pussy, before pushing it inside of me, both gasping and moaning at the connection. He doesn’t do anything else, but lay us down, my back to his front, his dick still inside of me and wraps me in his arms. “I love you so fucking much, baby. Thank you” he says, kissing my neck before we both drift off into the cocoon of love, we have been waiting for.

  Chapter Nine

  Cord

  Three Months Later

  I am going to spank her ass if she doesn’t pick a damn color and stick with it. “Hmmm… do you think this color is gender neutral enough, Cord?” she asks me, looking at the light-yellow color we have painted on the walls. The fact she is asking me, is hilarious. Like I would fucking know. What I do know is that I have to leave this room.

  “Baby, we need to start getting ready. We don’t want to be late to our party.” She looks at me with her mouth open, obviously having lost track of time.

  “Crap. Ok. Let’s go.” She walks ahead of me. I look at her sexy waddling ass, as it sways back and forth, has my cock jumping and down to feed him. Hell, I get it, I haven’t been inside of her for three hours. Unfortunately, we don’t have the time. She turns and sees the look on my face as I lick my lips. “Don’t even think about it, buster. We have to go.” she admonishes. I quirk my eyes, letting her know nothing could stop me, if I really want it.

  “Baby, you know nothing can keep from my breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not even you. But you are right. We need to go because I am excited to find out too.” I hit her on her expanded ass before going into the closet to grab a linen, shirt and some khakis. I am truly excited. We opted not to find out what we were having. Instead we decided to do a gender reveal party, with all our family and friends. When she comes out of the closet, let’s just say we almost don’t make it. “What the fuck are you wearing, Philli?” She has on some sort of dress, that though it comes to her knees, it makes her stomach and ass more visible and let’s not talk about the ‘V’ shaped opened back.

  “You don’t like it. I look fat, don’t I?” Fuck. Now she is crying, and nothing undoes me faster than her tears.

  “No, baby. You don’t look fat. You look the opposite of fat. Sexy as fuck, is how you look. Babe...don’t make me endure this.” I groan, rubbing my hand down my face. I need her to have a little mercy on me.

  “You are going to be with me the whole time, Cord. We have to go. Can you put this necklace on me?”

  She gives me this fucking dangling thing that apparently, goes down her back and I can feel the blood in my veins traveling to my dick, which stands up in my pants, leaking all through the khaki’s, chanting that she owes me for torturing me like this.

  “If you want to wear this out of the house, my wild one, you have to give me something in return.” she turns and as she is going to ask me what, she notes the look on my face and her cheeks turn a crimson shade of red. I love that out of everything we have done, she can still blush. “Lie on the bed, baby. I just need a few minutes to sate my lust and hold me over until this cock-blocking party is over. She walks to the bed, her nipples protruding through her dress. She licks her lips, her appetite to suck me into her mouth having grown over the past few months. “Oh no baby. This is about me, not you. Raise your dress up. Show me my pussy, Philli. Show me how creamy you are, knowing I am going to put my mouth and tongue on and inside you.” she lifts her dress, her eyes foggy and lust filled. Her dress reaches her waist and she moans for me.

  “Cord. Please. She moans her head already rolling back and forth. Dropping to my knees, I lick my lips, itching for the candy factory that is about to coat my lips. She is already so wet, sugar dripping down her legs. When I open her wider, her thighs are even sticky.

  “Fuck baby. You have been gushing since this morning, haven’t you?”

  “Yes, my king. Please Cord.” I rub my face against the inside of her thigh, wanting her juice to cover my face, so I can taste her whenever I want for the day, giving me the drug I need to make it through this party. My tongue moves up her pussy, one long lick, my obsession making my head spin. Over and over I lick her up and down, her constant flow, feeding my addiction.

  “Harder, Cord. Harder. I-I need…” I love watching her lose herself as she thrusts her pussy in my face, the urgency she has to release.

  “Such a naughty little Philli. I told you this is not for you.” I tell her as my thumb rubs the inside of her pussy, not putting it in all the way. Just enough to make her drench me in her passion. I lap at her over and over, my face becoming numb from the constant moving and sucking. When my stomach begins to cramp, telling me I have gotten my fill, I suck her clit into my mou
th before taking the wetness that has dripped to her asshole and licking from top to bottom. Two of my fingers enter her wet pussy, pushing in and out, the heat, bringing me warmth.

  “Yes… Yes… don’t stop... oh God... COOOOORD,” she screams her orgasm about to send her into hyperspace and I stand, putting my fingers in my mouth, sucking her off them. Her mouth drops open, disbelief in them. Anger and a bit of venom.

  “I told you this wasn’t for you, my wild one. You are not allowed to come until we are done with this, and back in our bed. Understand?” I pull her from the bed, throwing her panties into the hamper. “You won’t be needing these tonight. I want to smell you. To know that you need me, as much as I need you. Now, let’s go.” I kiss her once more, my tongue bringing hers where I want it, as my hands go to her hair, bringing her closer, letting her taste herself. Desperate she tries to pull me further into her, knowing my cock is aiming right for clit. “Nice try, baby.” I say, pulling back from her, both of us gasping for air. She hits my chest, her spoilt ass, used to getting off when she needs it.

  “You are an ass, you now that?” she says pouting and turning her back to me. I turn her around and kiss her nose.

  “I’m your ass, Philli. I love you baby. Let's go find out what we are having.

  Luckily, the venue is not far from the house, given we are twenty minutes late. Everyone cheers as we get out of the car. When we get to the front, my wife, ever the entertainer now that we have found each other again, tells everyone how much she appreciates them coming to help us celebrate.

  The balloons have confetti in them. We give a countdown and as we reach one, we poke them with pins and out falls pink confetti. “Oh my gosh. Cord, we are having a girl.” Tears form in her eyes as she hugs me, the joy, apparent in her eyes.