Elise nods her head excitedly. Shawn jumps up from the couch running over to his sister. He hugs her and lifts her in the air. “Congratulations!”
Brandon comes over and hugs the both of them to which Shawn pushes him back, “I’m still mad at you, a little bit. But I see how hard you’re trying here. I’m going to go out and get something to eat and let you guys finish talking. Congratulations again.” He kisses his sister on the cheek and leaves the soon to be parents alone in the house.
Once they’re alone, Brandon can’t help but bring her into him. He kisses her deeply, running his hand over her stomach and then down between her legs. Elise had missed his touch as she leads him upstairs to her bedroom. She lets her hair loose so her curls are free for him to grab. He smiles at her as she lays down on the bed, pulling her t-shirt off and letting her pajama bottoms fall to the floor. He rubs her feet first before making his way up her legs to massaging her thighs. He rubs her supple skin yearning to taste her; to be inside of her. He’s felt like a piece of him has been missing these past few weeks and finally he’s whole again. Brandon’s eyes travel from hers down the contours of her silhouette until they reach her wet center. He kisses her gently on the lips before allowing his tongue to seductively maneuver over the peaks and valleys of her womanhood.
He sucks one of her nipples while gently pinching the other. She moans with pleasure behind the pain. His mouth moves from her nipples down toward her navel with his eyes locking onto hers. She stares at Brandon as he licks the lips of her moistening center. She spreads her legs wider palming the top of his blonde head. He thrusts his tongue inside of her walls, thirsty for her juices. Elise locks onto his hair while he licks her mercilessly to climax in his mouth. He laps at the fluid spilling from her waiting for his erection to engorge fully.
“Please,” Elise begs, “I need to feel you inside of me.”
He obliges her stroking his manhood. He spits into his hand using it to lubricate his shaft before sliding into her. They both moan as he enters her. The first thrust is ecstasy as Brandon begins to pump in and out of her pleasure. Every thrust is more powerful than the last. He strokes the inside of her with an increasing vigor bringing him closer and closer to his climax. Elise screams his name as her next orgasm brings her legs to quiver in pleasure. She grabs his arms while he continues fucking her, bringing him closer until their bodies are pressed against each other. Elise scratches at his back and grabs his buttocks moving him to her own rhythm forcing him to cum inside of her. Brandon collapses next to her on the bed.
“I needed that,” Elise sighs heavily.
“You?” Brandon laughs, “According to everybody at work, I needed it.”
“Yeah Logan told me you’ve been terrorizing everybody, especially the guys on the new build site,” she reveals.
“You’ve been talking to Logan?” Brandon asks surprised.
“Yes, of course I have. I know he’s been pretty busy getting his certifications and licenses to be a contractor. I hope you’ve been supportive of him. He’s also been keeping me in the loop in regards to Donald’s behavior. Apparently, I’m not the only one he’s been offending lately,” she tells him.
“Yeah, the office has been a far less toxic place to be since I moved him to work at home. But I think that since he’s making the gesture to accept our relationship, we can lighten up a bit,” Brandon suggests.
“I know he’s your friend. And I know he’s tried to amend things, but he said he would only try with me. My whole family is black. He can’t just be nice to me and not to anyone else who decides to come around. He’s racist as hell and a pain in everybody’s ass, but I know that you need good friends to look out for ya.”
“Well he ain’t a good friend of mine no more. Hell, I don’t care what people look like, who they love, or none of that. As long as you do whatever you want to make yourself happy, that’s all that matters,” Brandon asserts, “It’s too much to ask him to change in such a short amount of time. It’s easier to cut him out than to teach him how to accept others off the merit of their character. He’s been this way his entire life.”
“That’s true. What are we going to do about the rest of our families? I’m sure Donald ain’t the only one who’s gonna see something wrong with us being together and having a baby.”
Brandon responds to her concerns simply stating, “We’ll take each obstacle as it comes along. Family or not, we’ll face it together. I won’t let you do it alone anymore. I promise.”
Elise smiles in admiration of Brandon’s courage to embrace their future and whatever is coming along with it. The next obstacle is surely to come when they tell his parents about the pregnancy. For the time being, they agree not mention it until they’re a few weeks further in. The adrenaline that came with their love making is wearing off as Elise yawns and drifts off to sleep. Brandon pulls the blanket over her and gets out of bed to shower and return to his ranch. He needs to get his chores done before getting on with the rest of the day.
Logan and Lucy are all smiles when Brandon finally arrives home. He tells them that he’s fixed things between him and Elise and they can see it written all over his face. He decides to have Logan plan a family dinner to announce their getting back together and another piece of urgent news. Logan presses him hard to find out about the other news but Brandon remains tight lipped about the pregnancy; leaving it to Donald and Shawn as the only outsiders who know. Technically, with Donald in social exile, Shawn is the only one who knows that matters.
The gossip mill at the office is in full swing as Brandon practically glides around full of warmth and smiles. Stephanie takes notice and undoubtedly knows that Elise must have taken him back. While she wishes it were her, seeing Brandon in pleasant spirits moves her project along faster.
The weeks that follow, run smoothly as Brandon anticipates a wonderful dinner announcing to their families they’re about to become a blended one. Logan follows Brandon’s instructions to coordinate with Elise as she wants to host the dinner at her home. So when the day arrives, he has Lucy prepare the dinner in Elise’s kitchen. Elise has a dress made for her to camouflage the tiny baby bump that’s starting to make its presence known in Elise’s fit body.
“Well aren’t you just positively glowing this evening,” Logan compliments Elise as she descends the staircase in a warm, olive colored dress. It hugs her increasingly large bosom and flows freely beneath them. She thanks him and takes a seat on the couch nervously waiting for everyone to arrive. Shawn brings their mother and uncle to the dinner, arriving just as Lucy finishes setting the table. Brandon arrives with his family in tow shortly afterward. They sit down at the large dining room table waiting for why they’ve been called together like this, and there’s not a holiday in sight.
After introductions and light banter between them, Brandon stands and holds his hand out for Elise to take it, “We have something that we would like to share with you all.”
“Oh no,” Elise’s mother, Celeste, mumbles, “What’s going on here?”
“I don’t know,” Bryce speaks up, “But I’m sure we’ll find out as long as you let them speak.”
“Don’t you speak to my sister that way,” Elise’s uncle, Garrett, asserts.
“Now, just calm down a minute and let them get on with whatever it is they gotta say,” Brody chimes in along with his father.
“Everyone hush!” Brandon commands, “We called you all here to announce that we are officially together as a couple and would like for you guys to embrace and support our relationship as we continue to grow through this process together.”
“I usually don’t condone the mixing of, well you know,” Garrett begins, “But I ain’t seen my niece this happy in a long time. Just look at her, she’s glowing.”
Elise smiles, “And that brings us to the second part of this dinner and surprise. We’re going to have a baby.”
The table falls silent as stares and confused expressions are exchanged amongst them. Celeste looks to Elise
and then to Shawn. Shawn shrugs his shoulders not wanting their mother to know that he knew and didn’t tell her. Garrett sits quietly with his mouth hanging open in awe of what’s just been said. Bryce puts his arm around his wife as she just shakes her head. Brody looks to his son who’s ignoring all of the adults and playing with the food on his plate.
“I hope you two know what you’re doing,” Garrett is the first to speak up, “You know how folks is out here. Hell, I’m one of them but I’ll keep it to myself since I know yawl gonna do what yawl gonna do anyway.” Garrett goes back to his dinner refusing to give his input any further.
“So are you guys getting married?” Celeste asks Brandon.
“Well we’re not quite at that point yet,” Brandon answers looking to their parents, “We’re taking things as they come. Right now we’re just focused on having a healthy baby.”
“Sure, first you break up, then knock her up. Why get her pregnant if you wasn’t gonna marry her?” Marilyn spews.
“Mom, I know this going to be hard for you to accept, but we didn’t plan on getting pregnant,” Brandon tries to calm his mother.
“Oh that’s what you think!” she shouts, “She knew exactly what she was doing, tryin to trap you by getting pregnant on purpose. She knows what we all know! You aren’t supposed to be with a woman like her!”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Celeste shouts to Marilyn across the table, “My daughter ain’t no trouble making gold digger! I know because I raised her! She’s a good woman and Brandon is lucky to have her!”
“I agree,” Brody concurs. Yet, by the time he speaks, Celeste and Marilyn are up out of their seats arguing with each other. Bryce is trying to calm his wife down, Elise is crying into Brandon’s shirt, while Shawn and Brody are trying to distract Brody Jr. from the senseless argument unfolding in front of them. Garrett brings his plate into the kitchen where Lucy is cleaning up.
“Now who are you?” he asks the stocky older woman.
“I am Lucy,” she answers with a heavy Russian accent.
“Now I ain’t never heard that kind of accent before. Do you care to know what’s going on out there?”
“Nope, not my job. My job is to cook and clean for Mr. Fairchild,” she refuses to be sucked into the chaos.
“Fairchild? That’s Brandon Fairchild out there?” Garrett asks her.
“Yes,” Lucy replies shortly.
“The Brandon Fairchild, billionaire businessman and owner of Fairchild Homes and Construction?”
“Yes.”
“Dinner was delicious, Lucy,” he thanks her and makes himself another plate of food before leaving the kitchen. He looks into the dining room at the unruly behavior in front of him. He sees Brandon and his father trying to console Elise, while Shawn and Brody are now trying to keep their mothers apart. He sits at the table and continues to eat his food as if nothing is going on around him.
“I ain’t know this was the same mother fucker that’s that rich mother fucker,” Garrett says to himself.
“Excuse me,” Bryce looks to him and then to his grandson, “What did you just say? And please leave the profanity out of it while my grandbaby is in the room.”
“I said that I ain’t know he was the same guy that’s that rich guy. How did yawl get together anyway? Ain’t he supposed to be marrying somebody like him? Ain’t that what yawl rich folks do? Keep your money with money?”
“I resent that!” Bryce exclaims, “We raised our sons to love who they want to love. And let others be happy with whoever they want to be happy with. Money ain’t supposed to be a factor in that.”
“Well your wife, Marilyn, is acting like it is,” Garrett points out.
The mention of her name draws her to Garrett and Bryce’s conversation.
Garrett continues, “Now if you ask me, and I’m the last person here to accept this shit, we’re all missing the point in this dinner. They wanted to share this moment with us and they asked us to be a part of this process they got goin on. So let’s just finish hearing what they gotta say.”
Marilyn and Celeste shoot each other dirty looks as they return to their seats at the table. Bryce sits next to his wife while Shawn and Brody retreat to the living room with Brody Jr. to watch cartoons. Brandon tells them to give him a moment as he escorts Elise upstairs to rest in the bedroom. When he returns to the dining room, his expression is that of anger and disappointment.
“Please tell me what is so wrong about our love that you’re willing to fight each other over it?” he questions.
“I think she’s after your money and got pregnant on purpose to trap you,” Marilyn asserts once again.
Brandon holds his hand up to silence anyone wanting to disagree, “Well mother, Elise didn’t rape me. We chose to have sex without any protection and this happens to be one of the things that happen when you do that. And as far as trapping me, ain’t nobody ever been able to make me do what I don’t want to do. If I deem it necessary, we’ll enter into some legally binding agreement that decides how to distribute finances between her and I. It ain’t nobody’s business but our own what goes on with our bank accounts. We just want you to share in the love we have for one another.”
“And why ain’t you with a rich white girl?” Garrett poses.
“Been there and done that. Elise is someone special and while she deserves someone way better than me, she chooses to love and be with me. She’s allowing me to make up for being such a coward earlier on in our relationship. She’s opening herself up to the possibility of what can grow between us. That’s all I can ask of her, especially with what I allowed her to go thru.”
His answer appears to be acceptable to Garrett as he returns to finishing the food on his plate. He figures if they’re willing to deal with what’s going to come then he’ll stand by and hope to catch a few dollars in the process.
“Now, you all have upset Elise and I don’t appreciate you putting that energy on her while she’s carrying our baby. I’m going to ask that you leave. I appreciate you all coming and you can finish dinner and dessert, but I’m going upstairs to make sure she’s okay. Yawl should leave before she has to come back down here.”
Brandon doesn’t say another word as he retreats upstairs. Brody and Shawn are in agreement that their elders are a bit off and should be able to get along as well as they have. They go into the dining room where their mothers are silent; feeling shameful for the way they behaved this evening. The families disperse quietly wondering how they’re going to get along in the future.
“Thank you,” Elise whispers from the bed when Brandon enters the room. He closes and locks the door behind him.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he kisses her on the forehead, “I got a lot to make up for and this is just the beginning.”
Brandon bends down to hug her, but she pulls him onto the bed with her. They roll over kissing and pressing their bodies together. Her nipples harden through the dress causing Brandon to salivate. He rubs one with his hand while sliding the other up her dress. She doesn’t have any panties on.
“Were you free like this all night?” he speaks softly in her ear as his fingers find her slit and slide inside.
She gasps as they move in and out of her walls making her wet with anticipation, “Yes.”
“You mean I could have been playing inside you at the dinner table and you didn’t tell me?” he smirks.
“Just shut up and fuck me!” she demands. He does as he’s told. Brandon stands up, takes his clothes off and climbs on top of her. He doesn’t waste any time diving deep into her. She tightens around his shaft as he pushes inside of her pleasure. He flicks his finger over her clitoris while his erection pounds into her enthusiastically. She moans and groans without regard to whether their families are still in the house. She doesn’t care. In this moment, Elise just wants to cum. She just wants to be fucked.
She stops Brandon’s motion to turn over onto her hands and knees. Elise arches her back and buries her face into t
he bed. He grabs her round cheeks and slams her pussy onto his pulsating cock. He spreads her cheeks wider to penetrate her even deeper. Elise squeals into the blanket. He keeps pounding into her and decides to do something new. He spits down onto his cock and then massages his thumb in the wetness.
He rubs it over her other opening forcing her to perk up from her position. She tries to turn around but instead he pulls her hair forcing her to arch her back once more. He slides his thumb into her rectum forcing her to climax on contact. She shakes violently with this orgasm as he moves his thumb in and out of her anal orifice while his penis moves in and out of her slit. The sensations are overwhelming as she has back to back orgasms. They can only take a few minutes of this before Brandon releases his hot semen into her. The height of their love making reaches magical elevations as he falls onto the bed next to her.
The house is empty when Brandon comes downstairs the next morning. The sun has yet to rise and he knows that he has to get home soon. ‘Those chores ain’t gonna do themselves,’ he thinks to himself. He decides to cook breakfast and leave it in the oven for Elise to eat when she wakes. He leaves her a small note after cleaning the kitchen and takes off toward his ranch.
Elise stirs once the morning sun peeks into her bedroom windows. The empty space next to her still smells of her lover. She calls out to Brandon but hears nothing in return. She rises out of bed following the scent of food downstairs into the kitchen. The house is clean and no one is there but her. She walks into the kitchen where a small note sits by the brewing pot of coffee:
Good morning my love,
I hope this coffee finds you in good spirits. Breakfast is in the oven and I’ve headed home to get a start on the chores. I’ll be sure to give you a call once I’ve finished. Get some rest and don’t worry about anything.
Brandon
His barely legible handwriting leaves a warm feeling of completeness in her heart. She opens the oven to a large plate of breakfast potatoes, eggs, toast and sausage. He did a lot while she was sleeping. Elise’s thoughts drift off to her lover when the phone rings. Surprisingly enough it isn’t Brandon, but his brother Brody. He wants her to go to his mother’s house for lunch. Elise is curious as to why Marilyn didn’t call herself, but she reluctantly agrees. With a deep breath, Elise finishes her food and then prepares herself for the day. She is certain that lunch with Marilyn will be no easy task. She wants to avoid the encounter altogether but believes it is necessary since the baby will be here in a few months. They all need to find a way to get along.
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