Complete Me (The Trust Me Series Book 4)

by K E Osborn

  Well done, my love!

  “Wait till you taste it,” she beams with pride.

  I shovel some into my mouth, and the taste is extraordinary. “This is just like Mom’s but even better.” Then I quickly say, “Don’t tell her I said that, though.”

  Sarah does a little jump in the air while clapping her hands. “Perfect, it is your mom’s recipe, but I added the béchamel and some other things to give it my own flair.” She looks so excited, and so she should be. This is better than my lasagna.

  “You outdid yourself. I’m so proud of you.”

  Sarah smiles and bites her lip, the twinkle in her eye tells me she’s hiding something from me.

  “Okay, I know that look. What’s going on?”

  She walks over to the buffet and opens the top drawer and pulls out a rectangular wrapped box with the biggest bow you’ve ever seen. I laugh as she brings over my birthday present. “Okay, I’ll open it after dinner.” I don’t want to stop eating this delicious meal she’s made, but she shakes her head while handing it to me.

  “Honestly… I can’t wait. Can you please open it now?” Her eyes are sparkling. I haven’t seen her this happy in a long time. I’m intrigued as to what could be making her look so excited.

  “Okaaay,” I drone and begin to tackle the bow. Luckily, it’s one of those stick-on type, so I just pull it right off. I rip at the paper to reveal a white box. I look up at Sarah, and she’s smiling so brightly. I open the box, and there’s a positive pregnancy test staring me in the face.

  My heart leaps into my throat as my body begins to tingle. “Holy shit!” I almost yell, and she jumps in my lap.

  “I know, right?” Sarah’s excitement oozes off her in waves as I take her face in my hands and kiss her passionately, my tongue colliding with hers, letting her know how truly and utterly happy I am right now. That spark, that energy which always rolls through me when I kiss my wife is there, but it’s only heightened in this moment as I make out with her for as long as my breath will let me.

  Slowly, I pull back, glancing in her glistening eyes. “I’m gonna be a dad again?” I ask, and Sarah nods as a tear rolls down her beautifully blushed cheek.

  “Yes, I found out today. It’s weird that when you stop trying, it just… happens.”

  I didn’t think this would ever happen for us again, but Sarah’s pregnant and even though her present for me was a peed-on stick, it’s the best damn birthday present I’ve ever received. I stand, taking her with me, and she squeals as I lift her into my arms.

  “I love you so much.”

  “Can I call Jeni?”

  “Of course, you can,” I agree and set her back down on the floor.

  I sit at the table and look at the pregnancy test in the little white box displaying two pink lines. I haven’t felt this happy since the last time I saw the same two pink lines for Ethan.

  I’m going to be a dad!

  Again.

  The last nine months haven’t been the greatest. Sarah’s hormones are all over the place, and her morning sickness has lasted this time for pretty much her entire pregnancy, which makes for a really grumpy Sarah. That, plus the endless questions from Ethan about his brother or sister and why they aren’t here yet are driving me crazy. Plus, I miss being intimate with her. Because of the morning sickness, she doesn’t feel up to our usual sex-romp sessions. I don’t blame her. Sarah looks pale most of the time, and I think we’re both ready for this baby to be here with us.

  We decided we wanted to keep the gender of this one a surprise, and just like last time, Sarah’s adamant it has to be a girl. She says three men in our house will drive her crazy, so if our baby is another boy, then she says she’s shoving him right back up there until he changes his mind.

  I love her crazy talk.

  The due date is coming upon us quickly, and this time I’m prepared. I have Sarah’s bag packed and ready to go. The crib is set up in our room and all of the baby clothes, toys, and everything this baby will need is all ready.

  I can’t wait to be a dad again.

  The first time you hold your newborn is amazing, and I’m looking forward to it.

  Sarah just wants the baby out.

  She’s not sleeping well and is exhausted. I don’t even know how she’s going to cope with giving birth. But if there’s one thing I know about my wife, it’s that she’s a fighter and one of the toughest women I know. If anyone can pull this off, it’s her.

  She’s been out with Jeni today doing the girl thing—shopping—and I think they each got a manicure and pedicure or some beauty shit like that. Who knows? But I told her to have a fun day and to buy whatever she wanted.

  I’m making her favorite meal tonight, and I plan on pampering her. I’ve got a month off work starting yesterday, so I expect to spend every minute I can making Sarah as comfortable as she can be.

  I light a couple of her favorite scented candles and put them up high so Ethan won’t be tempted to touch. My little guy is sitting in the living room watching cartoons and generally behaving himself which is a good thing. I guess now that he’s five and a half, he’s not as much work. Just turn on the television and you’re set for at least one hour before he gets bored.

  “Daddy, I’m hungry,” he calls out from the living room.

  Guess my hour is up!

  “Okay, buddy, we have to wait for Mom to get home, and then we’ll have dinner, okay?”

  Ethan sticks out his bottom lip in disapproval, to which I can’t help but laugh. He’s picked up that little trick from his mother.

  “It’s not funny, Dad. I’m shrinking away here,” he states, making me laugh again. Sometimes kids say the weirdest shit, and you wonder where the hell they get it from.

  Then I think, probably from me. I chuckle at myself.

  “You’re shrinking away, are you?” He nods his head emphatically. “Right, well, we can’t have that, can we?” Ethan shakes his head and smiles knowing he’s won. He’s just like Sarah, I can’t say no to him.

  I turn toward the cupboard as he runs over and pulls out a packet of Oreos. He smiles brightly and sticks out his hand.

  “Right, only a couple before Mom gets home. Don’t need you filling up on snacks before dinner.”

  “Thanks, Dad,” he mumbles.

  Sarah will probably kill me for giving him a snack. I turn around and continue cooking my chicken curry. I’ve made it extra spicy as they say it can help bring on the baby. Plus, my kid is a legend, and he loves spicy food. I stir the pot as I hear the front door open with a fit of laughter from Sarah and Jeni. Even though I saw Sarah this morning, I’ve missed her today.

  Man, I’m whipped!

  I try to look busy in the kitchen to hide the fact that I’m desperate to see Sarah, and she walks into the kitchen with Jeni carrying a shitload of bags.

  I look at her and laugh. “I said you could buy anything you want…” I wave my hands around at the bags, “… not the entire department store.”

  She rolls her eyes as Jeni giggles. “Just so happens that anything I want was everything in the department store,” she replies with a smirk. She walks over, stretching up to kiss me quickly.

  “Did you have a good day?” I ask.

  “Sure did. Jeni made me laugh so hard at the salon,” Sarah chuckles.

  Jeni glares at her with that ‘don’t you dare tell Chris’ look.

  Bad move!

  That will only egg Sarah on, and I know she’s definitely about to tell me. “She wanted her pubes waxed into a love heart for her and Aiden’s anniversary—”

  “Shut up, Sarah!” Jeni shrieks.

  I don’t know why she’s shocked, she knows as well as I do that Sarah’s a blabbermouth. “Shh… Jeni. So anyway, she’s never had a wax before.” My eyebrows rise as I look at Jeni, who’s blushing relentlessly. “She’s a shaver,” Sarah tells me, explaining my unspoken question. “You should’ve heard the swear words coming out of her pretty little mouth. The whole shopping complex probably
heard. She was all ‘fuck this shit’ and got off the table with her panties around her ankles and a half a love heart waxed on her vag…” Sarah starts laughing hysterically. “Funniest. Shit. Ever!”

  I smirk at Jeni, knowing she’s majorly embarrassed, but I decide to make it worse because I’m an asshole like that. “So, now you have half a va jay jay covered in pubes and the other half is nicely sculptured. Yeah, Aiden’s going to love that.” I chuckle, she scoffs then laughs.

  “No, somehow I convinced her to have the other half done, so she now has the full heart.” Sarah giggles as she cuddles into my side.

  “Well, at least Aiden will know now you give him your whole heart and not just half of it,” I joke, and Jeni shakes her head—she’s trying desperately to hide her smile.

  “Hey, Jen, you should show Chris.” She turns to me. “The beautician actually did a perfect job.” Sarah nods her head matter-of-factly.

  “No way! Sorry, Chris, I love you, but I’m not showing you my pubic art,” Jeni defends, and she inadvertently crosses her legs.

  “Oh, c’mon now, Jeni, don’t be shy. Drop those panties, girl, and show us what ya got,” Sarah laughs.

  Jeni shakes her head while picking up her handbag.

  “Yeah, Auntie Jeni, drop those panties,” Ethan calls out from the living room through a mouthful of cookies.

  “Oh my God,” Jeni murmurs.

  “Ethan! Don’t say that!” Sarah calls out as I laugh and can’t stop. “I seriously thought he would grow out of repeating everything we say. Man, it’s so much worse now he’s older. I sometimes wonder if he understands what he’s saying?” Sarah queries.

  “Well, I think I’ve had about all the harassment I can stand from you two today. I’ll catch ‘ya later,” Jeni jokes as she blows a kiss to Ethan and walks down the hall to the front door.

  “Thanks for today, Jeni. You made me pee myself so many times laughing at your expense,” Sarah calls out.

  Jeni laughs. “Anytime! Glad I could be of service. Love ‘ya,” she yells, then the front door shuts with a click.

  I look down at Sarah, who’s cuddled into my side. “Sounds like you two had a fun day.”

  “I had a blast, and I haven’t felt sick all day. Got a bit of a sore back, but other than that, I feel good for once.” I smile. “But you… you’re in trouble, mister,” she warns, standing back from me and pointing her finger into my chest.

  “What? Why?” I ask.

  She smirks. “You fed our child Oreos before dinner. You need to learn to say no, babe.”

  I know she’s right.

  “Ethan, baby, bring those cookies here, please,” Sarah asks, and he brings them over with a giant smile, looking completely satisfied with his meal before his meal.

  We ate dinner, and everyone loved the curry, even if it was hotter than normal. It was great to see Sarah eat a full plate. She puts Ethan to bed as I clean up and then comes looking for me in the bedroom where I’ve placed candles everywhere and put a bunch of handpicked flowers on her bedside table. I’m just setting the massage oil down when she walks in.

  “Wow! This looks incredible,” Sarah swoons as she walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge.

  “Well, tonight is all about you. I want to make you feel comfortable and relaxed. So, get your clothes off. I’m going to massage every inch of you,” I tell her.

  “And this… this is why I love you.” She stands, taking off her dress.

  I love Sarah’s body, especially pregnant. She’s glowing, and I have never seen her look more fucking stunning than right now. She undoes her bra and then struggles to take off her panties, so I walk over, bend down in front of her, and pull them down her legs slowly. She steps out of them and sits back on the bed.

  “Right, lay on your back. I’ll start with your feet,” I command.

  Sarah smiles and relaxes into the soft pillows. Her poor feet are so swollen. She’s been walking on them all day, so I put as much care and pressure as I can, knowing she likes me rubbing her arches. She moans slightly as I work my thumb over her skin, and the moan springs my cock to attention.

  Down boy! This is about her comfort, not your pleasure.

  I try to ignore my raging hard-on and continue to massage Sarah from her toes to the top of her head. I avoid massaging her tits or her pussy because obviously, I’m having trouble controlling my urges as it is.

  “Okay, sit up, and I’ll do your neck and back,” I say quietly because she’s very relaxed.

  Slowly she sits up and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. I move in behind her, and she moans slightly. My eyebrows crease as I haven’t even touched her yet. I shake my head and run my hands to her neck and slowly rub the tension from her tight muscles. Sarah moans again, and I smile knowing she definitely likes it. I move down her back and shoulder blades—

  Suddenly, she jolts forward as I touch her lower back, and she groans.

  “Sorry, too hard?” I ask, and she shakes her head.

  “No. You’re doing great,” she mumbles.

  If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was in pain because that was definitely a groan not a moan.

  After spending an hour massaging, I really want to have a shower with her. I need to have our bodies touching in every way.

  “Shower?” I ask.

  Sarah nods as I slide off the bed and take her hand and lead her to the bathroom. She walks slowly, and I think she must be worn out. I turn on the water and step under, taking Sarah in with me, and she groans again.

  Okay, I think something’s going on.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Yeah, it’s nice to have some time to relax in the peacefulness before the crazy starts.”

  Instantly, I tense up. “Crazy?” I ask, wondering what she means by that.

  “Chris… I’m in labor,” she mumbles as she holds onto me tightly.

  And she’s right—the crazy sets in instantly.

  Apprehension.

  Trepidation.

  Panic.

  Shit! All the words hit me at once, then my brain kicks into gear.

  “Okay, how long have you had contractions?” I ask, trying to work out how much time we have before I need to call our moms.

  “It’s fine, babe. It has only been going since dinner. I can see you’re starting to panic. But, let’s have this time together and enjoy this moment, please?” she asks.

  Even though every fiber of my being is telling me to get out of the stupid fucking shower and to a hospital.

  Apprehension.

  Trepidation.

  Panic.

  Damn! All the words come back, but I know I can’t say no to Sarah. So, I hold on to her tightly as the water flows over both of us while I internally die from anxiety.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Because I didn’t need you panicking unnecessarily, and I wanted my moment of peace and tranquility. It’s the last chance I’ll get for a while.” She steps up and kisses me passionately, so strongly my dick twitches, but then I instantly remember she’s in labor, and it fades quickly.

  I lift the loofa from its hook and wash her down—I want her to be as comfortable as possible.

  Sarah starts groaning again.

  I can’t take the fucking stress anymore. “How are you feeling?” She nods at me while exhaling loudly and says nothing. “Okay, think we need to make that phone call, don’t you?”

  Sarah nods as she scrunches her eyes shut tightly, and her hand moves to her stomach.

  Crap!

  I turn off the water and step out, grabbing a towel. With quick movements, I towel her dry as she starts to groan with more regularity.

  Dammit!

  My heart races, and I feel lightheaded as it starts to sink in.

  Our baby’s coming.

  I walk Sarah into the bedroom and help her put on some loose clothes, and then I lay her on the bed while I organize everything. I pick up my phone—and luckily, it’s only eight at night
and not three in the morning like I thought it would be—and dial home.

  Mom picks up after three rings. “Hello?”

  “Hey, Mom, it’s me,” I announce.

  “Oh my God… is it time?” she asks, and I nod. Then I realize I’m on the phone, and she can’t see me. “CJ?” she asks again.

  “Yeah, Mom, it’s time,” I tell.

  She shrieks down the phone line so loud, I have to move the phone away from my ear.

  “Geez, Mom, you want me to go deaf?”

  She laughs. “No. Sorry. Of course not, honey. I’m just so excited! I’ll come over right now and bring the girls with me to watch Ethan. We’ll be there as soon as we can… John, the baby’s coming,” I hear her say before she ends the call.

  Then I ring Trish and Aiden to let them know it’s happening. I’m so annoyed I can’t get Sarah to the hospital now, but we have to wait for someone to watch Ethan. I walk back to the bedroom, and she’s lying on her side, and she is huffing.

  Fuck, this is happening quickly this time!

  I walk over and sit behind her, placing my hand on her side. She takes my hand in hers and squeezes tightly.

  “I love you, Sarah,” I whisper in her ear, then kiss her neck.

  She responds with a groan, and my heart rate climbs.

  “Mom’s on her way with the girls. They’re going to watch Ethan.”

  “Mm-hmm… oooh,” she groans again.

  Damn this all to hell! I should have been better prepared than this.

  I’m not liking how quickly this has progressed from an occasional groan to what looks like she’s in severe pain.

  “What can I do?”

  Sarah’s breathing increases, taking deeper, heavier breaths. I stand and walk around to lay on the bed on my side, facing her. Trying to be some sort of help. Giving her a connection to focus on. “I’m right here, babe, I love you.”

  She looks at me with tears in her eyes. I lay with her staring straight into my eyes, trying to let her know it’s all going to be fine. I move her hair from her sweaty face, lean in and kiss her forehead.

  Twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at the door.

  Thank God!

  I get up to let everyone in. Mom has the biggest grin and Dad’s holding balloons. My sisters are holding teddy bears and random other stuff.