“What are we gonna tell the nurse about the cake?” He’s so damn sweet, always worrying over hurting someone’s feelings.
“We can still do the cake, just not cut into it until after we’ve opened the package. I think it would be so much fun!” I answer.
There’s a knock on the door as Maxum hurries up and covers my lower area with the blanket while I get situated on the exam table. “Come in,” he hollers out.
“Hello, Lily and Maxum,” Dr. Sandoval says as she saunters into the room. She’s a sweet woman in her late forties and she’s been nice to both of us. She doesn’t look down her nose at my man for his attire like most snot-nosed people do.
“Hi, Doc,” I answer back with a smile on my face.
“Are we excited today to see the baby?” she asks, and I’m surprised that she seems just as eager as we are.
“Been counting down the days, Doc,” Maxum answers before I have the chance to.
“Okay, we’re going to listen to the baby’s heartbeat, get some measurements, and head on over to the ultrasound room,” she informs us.
“Sounds like a plan,” I gleefully say.
We just finished with the exam, talked about my headaches, and other important information was shared on what I can expect for the next couple of weeks. It’s amazing how quickly things can form for a baby who’s still nestled deeply inside of me. I’m happy to hear that I can still get my next round of hormones inserted into my hip to help keep my migraines at a minimum. Between the Bio-TE treatments, my vitamins, plus my regular regime of meds, I’m experiencing more energy than I’ve had in years and I’m loving life.
Dr. Sandoval leads us down the hall and escorts us into the room. There’s a bed, a sofa, a chair next to the bed, and a huge television hung up on the wall. “We like our patients, their spouses, and anyone else they bring with them to not only be comfortable, but also get to see the baby well,” she explains.
“It’s a marvelous set up,” I say to her.
“Okay, I’m gonna go find Marla, our tech, and we’ll be back in shortly. You can keep your clothes on, just pull your shirt up under your breasts and pull your pants down to your hips. I can’t wait to see the little one and double-check on our measurements.”
Once she walks out the door, I quickly get myself settled on the bed, get my clothes situated as she asked, and Maxum sits in the chair next to me, holding my hand. I can feel his fingers twitching and his hand is sweating. “Maxum, are you okay?”
“I’m nervous, excited and a whole handful of emotions all rolled up into one right now,” he answers, and his eyes meet mine. They’re wide and I can see fear laced in them.
“Maxum, this is our new beginning. This baby is going to help make us better people. We’ve got this, baby. We can do anything as long as we’re together,” I reassure him.
“You’re right. Love you, Lil.”
“Love you back,” I lovingly say.
“Knock, knock,” Dr. Sandoval says as she enters the room followed by a mousy woman who I’m assuming is Marla.
“Good, you’re ready,” Dr. Sandoval says, then she introduces us to Marla. Once Marla begins setting up the machine, she comes to life and I am immediately put at ease by her.
“Let’s see this baby,” Marla says with a smile laced on her face. I can tell that she really loves her job.
She puts some gel on my stomach then places a wand over my skin. It’s nice and warm since they keep it in a warmer. The screen comes to life with a whooshing sound and I see our baby in real time as he or she is sucking on their thumb. “Oh hell, our baby’s gonna be a binky sucker,” Maxum says in a huff.
“You’ll come to rely on that pacifier when nothing is comforting that baby,” Dr. Sandoval chuckles.
Marla goes on to show us the fingers, toes, ribs, as she takes measurements of the baby’s arms, legs, etc. I’m so enthralled with watching our baby, that I don’t pay much attention to all of the details. Maxum, however, has honed in on every word they are saying, all the while, never taking his eyes from where our baby is being shown.
14
Lily
As we walk out of the building, I’m looking down at the sonogram pictures while Maxum leads me to our vehicle. We’re so happy and I can’t wait to share these photos with the world. “Let’s go home and celebrate,” Maxum says.
“What’cha have in mind?” I question.
“A little of this, a little of that, none of which requires clothing.” The butterflies begin to fly in my stomach as they always do when the prospect of having sexy time with my man gets brought up.
“Naked house day?” I ask, waggling my eyebrows at him.
“You took the words right out of my mouth, baby,” he says as he leans down and captures my lips with his own. “Come on, Lil, I can’t wait much longer to be buried deep inside of you.”
Needless to say, it only took fifteen minutes to make it home instead of the normal twenty. Five minutes shaved off of our drive time, means more make-out time for me. When he pulls in the driveway to my place, I hurriedly unbuckle. I kind of hope he’s up for a bath because even with the cloth they gave me to wipe that gel off, I still feel sticky as hell and that’s not sexy to me! I start to open my door and he growls at me. “You know better, Lil.”
“Maxum, I’m just anxious,” I admit. “Plus, I want to get cleaned up and get this gel off of me.” And I am nervous. We’ve slept next to each other since I got home, but other than some hot and heavy make-out sessions, we’ve been sex free. Not by our choice, however. No, when I first came back, Maxum took me to his next appointment with Dr. Graves. It was her suggestion that even though we were pregnant and knew each other pretty well, at least intimately, that we focus on building an impenetrable foundation. So, every week, for the past two months, we’ve had homework assignments that ranged from silly to scary to serious. Yesterday, at our appointment, she smiled and said that she felt we were ready to resume ‘all aspects of a normal, loving relationship’ and when Maxum pressed, she said we could reintroduce sex into our lives. I wanted to last night, but the baby had other ideas and I had heartburn from dinner. Definitely not sexy when you’re burping every other minute, so I had to beg off. I smile thinking about how Maxum ran out in the middle of the night to track down some more ginger ale since that’s the only thing that really helps. God, I love this man beyond words!
Today, though, it’s a whole different story and my biggest worry is the fact that my body has changed so fucking much. Maxum hasn’t said anything, but I know he can see the beach ball I’ve got underneath my shirt. And why didn’t anyone tell me that my tits and ass were going to grow exponentially as well? I make a mental note to have a discussion with my girls because they should’ve told me! I’m scared that he’s going to take one look at my fat, naked self and run screaming from the bedroom. I’m so deep in my thoughts that I miss him getting out of the truck then coming over to my side until he gently turns my head to look at him. “Lily? Whatever’s going on in that head of yours that has you looking like a cross between someone who has constipation and someone who just scratched off the winning lottery ticket, just stop. It’s me, baby, and you, remember? No matter what?” I nod and he unbuckles me and helps me out, not letting go of my hand as we walk to the door.
Once it’s unlocked, he bends down and scoops me up before I can walk through, making me squeal. “Maxum! I’m too heavy now. Stop! You’ll hurt yourself!”
He laughs as he makes it through the front door, kicking it shut behind him. “You’ll never be too heavy for me, beautiful,” he claims. One of the things I like about my apartment is the fact that I have a self-locking door. It’s the only reason my dad let me move out, if I’m being completely truthful, though. The irony is that I'm in the townhouses that the Rebel Guardians own and manage, although I’m on one of the ends so I don’t have stairs. Good thing, too, because my balance is kind of off these days and I could just see me flying ass over elbow down the stairs. Yeah, no than
ks. He carries me into the bedroom then through to the master bath. “I figure we’ll get cleaned up, then get dirty,” he explains as he sets me down on my feet. “Then get cleaned up again. Rinse and repeat until you pass out, baby.” I grin because the build-up of hormones has me nearly at combustion stage already and we’re fully clothed! He starts the bath and gets the temperature just right, then tosses in some bath salts. I love that he’s not afraid to get in with me despite my penchant for girly scents. Granted, before he leaves my place, he always showers so the guys won’t give him shit, but when it’s just us, he simply doesn’t care.
“I think we’ve got too many clothes on for naked house day,” I tease.
“Gonna fix that right now,” he growls out, giving me a heated look.
“I think my underwear just melted,” I confess, giggling.
“One less thing in my way then, huh?” he responds, slipping my shirt over my head before he unclasps my bra and slides the straps down my arms. “Fuck, Lil, your tits are so fucking luscious right now,” he says, leaning in and licking the tip of first one nipple then the other. I feel my body responding and let out a soft huff. Maybe bigger boobs isn’t such a bad thing based on how he’s staring. “What was that for?” he asks, undoing my pants and sliding them and my panties down my legs.
“Just that little touch has me wet,” I confess. I can feel my face heat and know I’m blushing. I mean, why should I be blushing? He’s seen me naked before.
“Well, carrying you in and feeling your ass in my hands has me harder than a rock,” he replies, placing a soft kiss on the inside of my knee. Damn, I had no idea that spot was an erogenous zone but suddenly, I don’t give two flips about a bath, I want him buried so deep inside me that I feel him for days.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I question, waving at him while he stands there fully clothed. “Think we both have to be naked, or mostly anyhow, for anything to happen.”
He grins at me before doing that thing that men can do where they’re nude within seconds. If I could bottle that shit, I’d be a millionaire! “C’mon, baby,” he says, leading me over to the tub which is just right. I step in and he gets in behind me, settling me against his chest. I can feel him pressed against my back and a shiver runs through me. “You cold?” he asks, picking up the bath sponge from the shelf.
“Not exactly. Kind of feel like I’m burning up.”
“Let’s see if we can get you a little hotter then, shall we?” he jokes.
By the time he’s done washing me and himself, I’m a panting mess. Each touch, each caress, each kiss dropped on my skin has me moaning with need and desire. “Maxum,” I whisper. “Can we go to bed now?” Without a word, he stands and gets out before helping me out. Then, instead of carrying me into the bed dripping wet in more ways than one, he proceeds to dry me... very thoroughly, I might add.
His hands now gripping my hips, he leans in and presses kisses across my burgeoning stomach. “God, I love you, Lily, and seeing you growing our baby has me all kinds of turned on.” Before I can respond, his head dips lower and he swipes his tongue across my folds. “Spread your legs a bit, Lil,” he commands, his voice raspy with need.
When I obey automatically, I moan because he proceeds to nuzzle against my pussy and suck lightly at my clit. “Fuck, Maxum, feels so good,” I cry out.
“You’re soaked, baby. Don’t think it’s going to take long for you, huh?” he teases, glancing up at me.
“Shut it, handsome, and make me come. I need to come on your tongue and then I want you to make love to me until I scream your name.”
“Gladly,” he replies. Suddenly, I’m lifted so my ass is now on the bathroom counter and he’s kneeling in front of me. I feel so wanton as I lean against the mirror, my legs now drawn up and my feet on his shoulders. His assault on my pussy is intensifying and I feel myself climbing higher and higher. When he adds two fingers to the mix and begins pumping them into me, I lose it, keening out his name as my pussy pulses around his digits. He doesn’t stop; no, he continues his ministrations until I’m coming again.
He finally gentles his touch and withdraws his fingers, then proceeds to lick them clean. “I think you’re even sweeter than before,” he murmurs before scooping me up and carrying me to bed.
Maxum
I place us so we’re side-by-side so I can kiss her senseless. While I want nothing more than to plunge into her warm, wet depths, I know that right now, my control is at a bare minimum. Since I want this to last more than a few thrusts, I decide to slow it down a bit. Caressing her face, I say, “You have no idea what you do to me, Lily.”
“Then show me,” she replies, leaning in to kiss me.
Slow, wet kisses soon turn to hot, deep ones and I find myself rolling her to her back so I can see all of her and get to everything. She gives me a strange look when I grab a pillow and situate it under her hips so I say, “I read that this will help you since you’re pregnant. We may need to experiment a bit more, if you’re up to the task.”
She grins up at me and replies, “Challenge accepted, biker boy.” I chuckle before leaning in and capturing one of her nipples between my lips. I know they’ve become more sensitive and her moans let me know that she’s enjoying the attention. I switch back and forth between the two, using my hand on the one that’s not being sucked and licked.
As I move down her body, I marvel at the changes. I know she thinks she’s gotten fat, but to me, she’s the most precious thing in the world. I kiss and lick down her side where the faint stretch marks show until I reach our baby. “You need to take a nap now, little one, it’s time for your daddy to love on your momma.” Her giggles make me grin as I grab my dick and place it at her entrance. Sliding into her warmth, I have only one thought.
Home.
I’m home.
“Feels like it’s been forever,” I grunt out as I begin a slow, steady pace. Lily wraps her legs around my waist and the addition of the pillow has me going in even deeper.
“It has been forever, baby,” she replies. “Please, move faster.”
I increase my pace and on the downward thrusts, swivel my hips so I hit her G-spot. When I start feeling her pussy flutter, I realize that she was as ready for this as I was and I begin pistoning my hips even faster. As her back arches and her pussy clamps down on my dick, I let go, shouting her name as I pour months’ worth of cum into her willing sheath.
I can still feel her pussy milking my dick when she reaches up and pulls my head down before she kisses me. Gentling my thrusts, I kiss her until we’re both breathless, then pull back slightly and drop to my side, cradling her against me. “Love you, Lily,” I murmur, brushing back some wayward hairs that have fallen in her face.
“I love you too, Maxum. Give me a few minutes and we can do that again. I’m curious about these other positions.”
We spend the rest of ‘naked house day’ being, well, naked. I’ve lost count of her orgasms and quite frankly, think my dick just might be broken. It’s as if all the months of abstaining were built up until we hit today. Best fucking day of my life.
15
Lily
It has taken a month to get things organized, ordered and ready for our gender reveal party. During that time, Maxum used his body to help me pass the time. You’ll never hear me complain over his techniques. Claree was so excited when I asked her to order the cut and cake. She gushed over being chosen with this secret, something she thoroughly enjoyed teasing DJ and Mom about every time she saw them.
Not once did she let it slip out, showing me that she was the right woman for the job. The Fallen Creek chapter of the Rebel Guardians made the trip down to celebrate with us. I know I would’ve been heartbroken had Luca and Gypsy not made the trip. The old ladies have tirelessly worked on the clubhouse, making it look like baby supplies and decorations have vomited over nearly every room. Even the kitchen wasn’t safe! I have to give it to my dad though, he has taken it all in stride with a smile on his face. I’m positive t
hat every time he went into his office, it was to curse one of them out without having to deal with their attitudes. He should be used to it by now, though. I mean, us kids did that many times when we were younger.
He’s the best daddy a girl could’ve asked for.
“Let’s get this party started,” DJ bellows out to a bunch of moans and groans from the men. “Y’all are party poopers.” She glares at each and every one of them. “I don’t know about you all, but I wanna start shopping for the newest baby in the family. Grow up, pull up your big boy britches and deal.” They all get somber expressions on their faces at her scolding. I so wanna be DJ when I grow up. She knows how to put all of these men in their places, but each and every one of them adore her and would do anything for her. They all say it’s from fear, but I know better.
Maxum and I are seated in chairs in front of everyone and I am beyond anxious to open up the package that Claree is guarding in her hands. She’s a warden with the secret and the box. Maxum has tried several times in the past couple of weeks to get her to break, but she refused. Watching him sulk was fun to watch; something tells me he’s making up for his lost years when he couldn’t be a child. Instead, he’s portrayed one well by stomping his feet and arguing with her that it’s his child and if he wants to know, if he can’t wait a moment longer to make plans, then he should be informed. Their arguments have become entertainment to all of us, and each new emotion he’s allowed himself to feel has made me think of a summer flower, whose opened up its petals, and is blooming.
“Is it time yet?” Maxum whines and once again all of the men crack up at his prepubescent behavior.
“Yes, Maxum, it’s time,” Claree sweetly answers using her tender, motherly voice with him. I hide my smile because it’s the same one she uses with her kids.
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