by Leigh Lennon
He doesn’t break eye contact with me as he takes his finger and works my clit. As I roll my head back in pleasure, his voice becomes stern and it is hotter than what he’s doing to my pussy right now. “Eyes on me, Toots,” he commands and I feel I will come in a matter of seconds. He grins at me as we both feel the orgasm attack me, and my eyes stay on his.
Before I can try to give him pleasure, he plows his tongue into my core and laps up all my juices. He doesn’t stop. Now pushing me for a second orgasm, I will never tire of it. He’s a pleaser, both in and out of our bed. He takes his tongue from my core to my ass and I’m in a heaven that I now know is my life.
As my second orgasm finishes, Brody pulls me out of the chair and walks me hand in hand to the bed. He’s always a gentleman, putting my needs before his. Even when he takes charge, it is for me to fully bask in the pleasures he’s going to give me and boy does he ever.
As I lay on my back, he straddles me and takes the black hair of mine and pulls it out of my face. “There is no one else on this earth that gets me like you do, Toots.”
His hands are all in my hair and around my neck and I can’t seem to get him close enough to me, even if my mouth is on his cock. “I will do all the work while I fuck your mouth, Toots.” Right in this minute, my pussy is so wet and his mere words will cause me to have an orgasm.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” I say, pulling out just enough to get those words out then he fills my mouth with his giant cock. He’s not lying, he’s doing all the work and I’m loving the feel of him in me. It only takes him a couple of minutes to come and as is the custom when he fucks my mouth, I swallow it.
Arranging more pillows around me, he moves me slightly to cradle me in his arms. “Rose, it doesn’t matter where we live, as long as I’m with you, I’m home.”
I can only smile, as I drift to sleep in his arms.
At the thumbs up from Gladys about the trip to Oregon, we load into Brody’s new SUV Thursday night, driving toward Pendleton and the possible house that may be ours.
However, we decide to wait until Friday to walk the grounds with his dad and a contractor that can talk time frame and cost with us.
As we hop into the ATV on our way to Brody’s grandparents’ old house, I’m overtaken by the view. “This is beautiful, Buck. I love it out here.” He only rolls his eyes me when I use that name.
“Now remember, the house is really outdated and it’s small.”
“I can use my imagination,” I say, holding onto him tight.
“Isn’t it so peaceful out here? I have always loved it out here,” he mentions.
“I’m not sure how we are going to make up our mind,” I say.
“Rose, even if we do decide to move down here, it will take time to get the house in order, and we will have a new baby to think about. We won’t be moving to Oregon tomorrow.”
“I know, I just love both areas so much and for such different reasons.” One of the main reasons I love Oregon is Ruth and Henry are just as important to my little family as my mom and dad are.
“Honey, I want you to be happy. I can be happy anywhere you are,” he says, touching my stomach. At his touch, it’s like the baby high-fives him. “Ah, and little baby Buchannan agrees.”
The second we turn down the little dirt road that leads to the house, I know this is my home. It is perfect. It’s a brick ranch, very unusual on the west coast. It has a large front porch, two times bigger than Ruth and Henry’s porch. The yard, although overgrown, is enclosed with a white picket fence. The backsplash is overgrown fields with yellow and orange brush encompassing this little home as if it is a portrait displayed proudly on a wall.
Taking in a deep breath, I exhale as tears roll down my face. If I could ever explain what I want in a home to raise my family, I could never describe something as perfect as this. Brody’s dad and the contractor are waiting for us on the porch. Turning to him, I say, “I love it.”
“Well, listen, Toots, seriously, don’t get too overly impressed.”
Brody wipes the tears from my face as he guides me out of the vehicle. He places his arm protectively around me as we meet the contractor. As we near the front of the house, I see each shutter is painted a deep black and the windows are very indicative of the 1960s modern contemporary design. “This is such a mix of farmhouse living with a touch of midcentury modern. It really works, though.”
“You will see the 1960s when you walk in, that’s for sure,” Brody warns me.
Strolling into the cozy house, I’m sent back almost sixty years. “This is very Norman Rockwell,” I say, “My mom would love it.” I’m reminded of one void I would feel if we choose this house. Although it is certainly dated, it has great bones to work with and I can instantly see Brody and myself raising a family here. Entering the house through the front porch, there’s a narrow walkway that has three exit points. On the left is the dining room, on the right is a small living room and the hallway empties into an eat-in kitchen. Immediately right off the kitchen is another long hallway that leads to the two bedrooms.
All the house has wallpaper in yellow and green flowers and the appliances and bathrooms are green. “My grandmother loved green and yellow, that is for sure.”
“This is a sweet home,” Rose says.
“You like it? I thought you would be scared.”
“I can see what could be in this house. Brody, I really like everything about this house, except for the wallpaper.”
Dale Pegram, the contractor, has come prepared with a couple of simple drawings for the house. “Now, understand these are just simple plans, I would have to draw them to spec but here are three ideas I came up with.” His understanding of the house impresses me.
My favorite plan involves taking the dining room wall down and turning the old dining room and kitchen into a large open floor plan and relocating the dining room over into the living room on the other side of the entryway of the house. The most expensive and comprehensive plan to the house is to add two more bedrooms at end of the house where the bedrooms are located. It would add eight hundred square feet to the small thousand-square-foot house.
Later in the evening, when we are finally alone, Brody looks at me, “You have made up your mind, haven’t you?”
As much of the thought of not being ten minutes away from my mom hurts, it is obvious where I belong. “Yes, I have. It is perfect.”
37
Rose
October is upon us as I sit in the doorway of the room that once was my home office. With my hand on my hip, I take the room in and it is lovely. A light green apple color of paint adorns the walls. The chevron banner is on display with the boy’s name showing. Taking a vote throughout the family on the gender of the baby, the majority vote was for a boy, with only my mom, Hildy and Jane voting for a girl. Gladys had commissioned a friend to paint four eight-by-ten pictures of baby animals for the wall with the background of grey chevrons on each picture. My co-worker Anna had her boyfriend paint a picture of a mom rocking a baby to sleep, and constructed the picture around the nursery that I planned for the baby from the color of the walls, to the print of sheets, and color of the crib. It hangs prominently as the first item that catches anyone’s attention. The last detail of the room is a large three-foot wooden ‘B’ that is hung over the baby’s rocking chair. Hildy had it painted in large grey chevron in honor of the baby’s last name.
Brody sneaks up behind me as I’m in deep thought. “It’s getting real, isn’t it?”
Turning suddenly, I squeak, “Don’t sneak up on a pregnant woman. You’re going to scare me to the point that my water breaks.”
“Sorry, Toots.” He laughs. “Two more weeks before we meet this little guy or gal.”
“Or sooner, really I could go at any moment. Hey, by the way, you never told me what you thought we were having. Twenty votes for a boy and three for a girl, but we never really said.”
“I don’t know, I feel if I say one gender over the other, then
I want one more than the other. I don’t care. One of each would be nice, honestly.”
“You mean at one time?”
“I know we aren’t having twins but wouldn’t it be nice?”
“Says the man not pushing them out of his private area.”
Shrugging with a smirk, he says, “Okay, you got me there, Toots.” He flashes his devilishly sweet smile at me. “Really, I don’t care. I have wanted a family for a long time and now I have one.”
“You do have one and when you thought of your extended family one day, I’m sure it didn’t include a family full of misfits like mine.”
“Are you kidding? Growing up, I wanted a large family. Most of the time, it was my mom and dad and grandparents living on my parents’ land. I was loved and have fond memories of my grandparents but it was nothing like what you have. Granted, Nick’s family came later but you had so much and our baby will have so much more. Plus, my parents who, in case you don’t know, love you and this baby.”
“But what happens when we move to Oregon? It will be a small family again.”
“I don’t know about that, we are adding two new members to it, and one day, Bryn will have a family. We are already talking about more children. I won’t be lonely with you around, Toots.”
“How long do we have before we move?”
“It will take a good six to nine months to get it livable.”
I look around the room one last time. “I really love this room. It is perfect.”
“You did a good job in here, Toots. It is really classy looking. Our baby will be impressed.” As he walks out of the room, he turns around and says, “Oh, we are going out to celebrate tonight, I have the whole night planned. I bought you a new dress. Get ready and let’s hit the town.”
“You bought me a dress? Really? But I can only wear it…”
“Think of it as an investment, you can use it again with the other babies we have.”
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere special.”
“I feel like a beached whale.”
Turning around, he picks up a long box, opening it, and I see something shiny out of the corner of my eye. He turns me around where I can’t see and places the silver chain around my neck and clasps it. Looking down, I see a small pink gem dangling right under my collar bone. “What is this?”
“Now that we are officially in October, I felt safe buying you a present to symbolize our new life. This is the birthstone for our baby, although I’m not keen about any boy of mine having a pink birthstone.”
“You spent money on me.”
“Let me get this straight, I was never against buying you fine things in life. I love doing that for you. It is about setting my priorities straight and I feel like I have.”
“I love it, are you going to tell me where we are going?”
“It’s a surprise, Toots.”
“I hope my water doesn’t break.”
“Well, it would make for an interesting night.”
As we near downtown, we pull up in front of my favorite restaurant, Anthony’s. “Honey, do you know how much I have wanted to come here?”
“I may have had a birdie whisper that in my ear.”
“I don’t believe how good you’re to me.”
The Maître D’ leads us back to a private room, decorated in white lights hanging from the ceiling; we are seated at a table with candlelight. “Brody, I love you so much, but you don’t have to do all this for me. Not that I’m complaining.” I say, raising an eyebrow his way.
The Maître D’ comes back in the room with what I think is a bottle of wine. Before I can object, the Maître D’ says, “Sparkling grape juice for you, madam?”
I begin to laugh, “You thought of everything.”
“I have, this is our night. Who knows when we will get this again.” Grabbing my hand, he says, “I want to tell you something, Toots, you’re everything I never knew was missing from my life. I thought I was happy and then I saw you, up there. When everyone had their eyes on the bride, I couldn’t take mine off of you. It wasn’t that you were just absolutely drop dead gorgeous, though you are, but I could tell how you carried yourself. The day I found out you were carrying my baby, you made me the happiest man, until you chose me to be the one to raise our child with. I know I want to marry you and I will one day; it may be a while away, but for now…”
He stands up immediately and I see the little boy who lives within the man I love. He’s precious, all nervous, shaking as he gets down on one knee. His blue eyes sparkle like they do when he becomes excited, as he’s in this moment. Not talking at first, he just stays where he is, studying me intently. I want to answer him, for crying out loud, I know what is about to happen, but holy hell, he’s sexier than ever.
Still on his knees, he grabs a small box out of his suit jacket as he continues, “I want to make it official, I want to call you my fiancée and I hope you will make me the happiest man in the world and accept my proposal. Rose Lorelei Hernandez, mother of our child, please do me the honor of becoming my wife.”
He slips a platinum diamond ring on my hand. “I know it is really simple, but like you, it is timeless and beautiful. This has significant meaning to me. My grandmother specifically willed this to me to give to my future wife. If you don’t like it, we can go pick one out for you.
“Are you kidding me? This is perfect. Honey, this is just the right size, it’s huge and gorgeous,” I say, not able to take my eyes off of it.
“Um, you never answered me. Making a guy wait is brutal, Toots.” He’s still on his knees.
I lean down to give him a kiss on the lips. “It is a yes. It will always be a yes with you.”
“Really?” He asks, bringing me into a long, loving kiss.
“And don’t even think about getting me another ring. I love it. I hope I can do your grandma proud. Wait until I tell my mom.”
“Well…”
“They know?”
“Yes, I went to both your mom and dad last week and asked for your hand in marriage. And they gave me their blessing.”
“Kai and Jane?” I ask.
“Yes, they know, so does Lila. She helped me plan this whole thing.”
“You worked with Lila on this? I’m impressed, maybe you’re coming around when it comes to her.” He smirks at me with a small nod. I lean over to talk to my stomach, “Well, little one, I guess I can tell you at least, unless you were told. Your daddy and I are getting married. And you get to be there.”
“Can I ask how long you want to be engaged?” he questions.
“I don’t know, three years sounds good.” I can’t keep a straight face.
“Funny.” He says, laughing at me while my straight face is full of smiles now.
“I know I want to have a simple ceremony on the farm, maybe in the summer. Do you think your mom would allow that? I only want family and close friends. I want it outside, with large party tents and have it catered, but nothing too expensive. I’d like to save that for our honeymoon and by then, the baby could be left for a couple of days, with your mom, I guess would be the best choice.”
“Come up with all this off the top of your head, did you?” He smirks, now standing next to me as he flings his arms around my waist.
Taking a sip of my sparkling grape juice, I say, “No, I have been planning since the first time you told me at the lake house you wanted to get married.”
“Played it cool, did you?”
“Yes, were you nervous?”
“Sort of, well, actually very nervous.”
“Well, fiancé, how does it feel to be stuck with me for the rest of your life?” I ask.
“Wonderful! Now, let’s order, all the nervous energy has made me ravenous.”
“You’re telling the pregnant woman?”
“How was your first day of maternity leave, my beautiful fiancée?” Brody says, walking down the hallway to the many meals I have made today. “What are you doing in here?” Brody asks, l
ooking at the number of dishes I have piled in the sink.
“I’m making freezer meals.” I lean in to give him a quick kiss. “Hey to you, sexy man of mine,” I say, squeezing his ass.
“Besides destroying our kitchen and dirtying every single dish we own, what else have you done?”
“I spoke with Lila today, she’s coming up the first of November to meet the baby, she said she would be very helpful—clean, order food, hold the baby so I could sleep. She’s coming by herself for the first couple of days and wanted to stay with us, is that all right?”
“Just her?”
“Yes,” I say, dreading this subject again. We have had some continuous conversations often concerning Jones and Lila. He gets mad and says a snide comment and then storms away. At first, after attempting to broach this topic with him, he shut me down at every turn, now I don’t even attempt it. I try not to talk about it unless I have to, and tonight I have to.
“Jones will meet her up here later on in the week but won’t be staying with us, obviously.”
“That's good,” he says coldly. I can’t push this with him but I really feel he’s putting me in a hard spot with Lila and our friendship.
When we are getting ready for bed, Brody folds me gently into his arms. “Hey, I don’t want you to overdo it this last week, okay?”
“Oh, I won’t. Anyway, Mom and I are going shopping tomorrow. I have a list of last-minute items I need to get.”
“Really? We have a room full of stuff, what could we possibly need?”
“I have a list.”
“Of course, you do.” The sarcastic tone is not lost on me.
I grab my list from the desk, looking over it one last time. “Wipes, baby wash, alcohol, peroxide, washcloths, socks, a pacifier, a newborn hat to keep his head warm. I just want to be prepared.”