Daphne Vs. Daddy

by Mona Cox

I move a little closer, almost afraid to touch it, listening as he tells me all of the many amazing features. What I notice is the dark eggplant purple that it’s been painted – my favorite color. My favorite car maker. My dream car.

  Then I see. And then I realize. And then I put it together.

  Oh god.

  It’s a coupe! I can’t drive a fucking coupe! I’m pregnant! Where is the baby going to go??

  My tears of joy quickly turn into tears of panic. “Anderssssssss!!” I wail in panic. “I can’t drive thiisssssss!!!” I’m blubbering now, I really am, and all of the people who’d stopped by on the street to take pictures of the Aston, which really, who could blame them, are now staring at me.

  Funsies.

  Anders wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him, tilting my head up to look him in the eye. “Now darlin’, you know I have enough money to buy this for you. I could buy a hundred for you if you wanted them. So don’t worry about it. It’s my gift to you.”

  “It’s not the money,” I snuffle out. I look up and around at everyone passing by us. There is no way I’m blurting this news out on the street corner. “Let’s go inside for a minute.”

  “You don’t want to go for a ride in the Aston?” he asks, shocked, and I think this is when it finally hits him that I wasn’t just crying happy tears. He’s suitably incredulous, as he should be. He knows how long I’ve drooled over Astons. He knows how much I wanted the Zagato in particular. He knows that my favorite color is eggplant. He knows all of that and that’s exactly why he surprised me with this perfect car.

  He is so thoughtful.

  I can only hope that his thoughtfulness extends to surprise children!

  “I will. In a minute. Let’s just go inside and talk.”

  He follows me inside, and I can tell he’s hesitant. Confused. Even a little hurt. I hate that I’ve caused him to feel like that, but even more, I hate what I’m about to tell him. I feel like I’ve let him down – birth control was on me, and I totally fucked it up.

  I settle down on the couch but Anders goes over to the wet bar, muttering, “I have a feeling I’m going to need this.” I can’t help the small smile that touches my lips at that comment, but it falls away just as quickly. “You want a drink?” he asks, pouring a whiskey on the rocks for himself.

  Which tells me that whatever Anders thinks this conversation is going to be about, he hasn’t guessed pregnancy. He wouldn’t be offering me an alcoholic drink if he had. Which makes me realize that he could be freaking out hardcore that I’m about to break up with him or something.

  Oh god.

  I have to tell him the truth now, before he can conjure up even more awful scenarios. Although for all I know, maybe me being pregnant is a worse scenario than me breaking things off with him.

  The tears are rolling down my cheeks in an endless cascade now, and I just can’t stop them, no matter how hard I snuffle. Anders shoves some tissues into my hands and I try to wipe off the snot and mascara running everywhere.

  “I did something stupid,” I finally tell him, when I can get past the knot in my throat. His eyes go wide and he takes a big swig of whiskey.

  “Okayyyyy…” he says, drawing out the word as he stares at me.

  I’m not making this better by making him wait, even I know this. It’s just so damn scary to pull the trigger. I finally draw in a deep breath and blurt out, “AndersI’mpregnantandI’mreallysorryfornottakingmybirthcontrolpillsmoreregularly!”

  Whoosh

  At least all the words are out now.

  He just stares at me for a moment and I stare at him and we’re having a stare-off and I’m not really sure if he’s ever going to talk to me again, ever, he just might stand up and walk out the door and I don’t know what to do or say and finally, oh fucking finally, his whole face breaks out into a smile.

  “You’re pregnant?!” he breathes, and his smile grows larger. “You’re pregnant?!” He puts his glass down and scoops me up into his arms, hugging me tightly. “YOU’RE PREGNANT!” he crows, spinning me around and around in his arms. We collapse down onto the couch and he’s hugging me tightly and I can hardly breathe but I don’t care. I don’t care at all. Anders is happy. Oh thank fuck, Anders is happy.

  “Lord, Christine, don’t terrify me like that again,” he says, and starts laughing, the laughter that comes when you’re just relieved that whatever awful thing that was supposed to happen didn’t and you’re spared. “I thought you were breaking up with me. Or that you’d fucked the bell boy. Or that you wanted to move to a pig farm in Ohio.”

  “A pig farm…” I sputter to a stop, unable to even repeat his words.

  “I don’t know! You were damn serious there for a minute, and I thought it was something terrible.”

  “But we didn’t plan to have a baby,” I protest, the tears threatening to bubble up in me again. He can’t be this nice. He can’t take it this well. “I screwed up by not being as good about my pills as I should’ve been.”

  “Oh darlin’, there’s nothing I want more in the world than to have a baby with you,” Anders says reassuringly. “Nothing.” He pauses for just a moment and then says, “Hold on, why were you upset about the Aston Martin?”

  He pulls back and studies my face as if the answer is going to be written there. And for all I know, it might be. I’m a shitastic poker player.

  “Well, I can’t drive an Aston Martin as a mom!” I protest. “I have to drive a minivan. And wear sweats all the time. And have…have pretzels in my hair!” I wave a hand around my head to indicate my hair, which I have visions of containing pretzels and milk and bits of banana as I try to feed a screaming child.

  “Christine, Christine, Christine,” Anders says, capturing both of my hands and holding them in his. He’s trying to smile in a warm way, consoling, but there’s a hint of laughter in there. I know I sound a little – okay, maybe a lot – irrational but I can’t help myself. I hadn’t expected this, at least not until I missed my last period. And even then, I’d held off actually peeing on a stick because that’d just make it more real.

  “Christine, we’re going to be fine. Yes, having a baby will change things, but I’m pretty sure they allow you to leave the house in something other than sweats as a mom. And, you don’t have to own a minivan as a mother. It’s not like you get arrested if you don’t own one.”

  “But I can’t put a baby into an Aston Martin,” I protest weakly, letting the warmth and strength of his body comfort me as I relax into his arms.

  “No, but you can own more than one vehicle.”

  Oh.

  Right.

  The logical part of my brain knew that, truly it did. It’s just that the logical part of my brain got lost somewhere in the last thirty minutes.

  “Jaguar puts out an SUV – an F-Pace. I’m pretty sure that unless you and I pop out ten kids, the Jaguar will be just fine.”

  “Ten kids?!” I howl. I’d just started to wrap my head around one!

  “I was kidding!” he quickly assures me.

  Right.

  I knew that.

  My sense of humor seems to have disappeared, which is really pathetic because normally I can joke with the best of them. I think I’ve just been so stressed about telling Anders and facing what a huge life change this will be, I’ve temporarily misplaced my ability to joke around.

  But, I take a deep breath and stare into Anders’ eyes. I can do this. We can do this.

  “We’re going to be parents,” I say softly.

  “Yeah, we’re going to be parents. And you are going to be the most amazing mom I’ve ever seen.”

  “You think so?” I breathe.

  “Yeah, I really do.” He kisses me then, soft and sweet and gently. I slowly open my eyes with a sigh of pleasure as he pulls back. “Now,” he says authoritatively, a huge grin on his face, “let’s go drive an Aston Martin.”

  “Ohhhh!!!!” I squeal and jump off the couch. I’m pregnant with a baby with the man I love, and he�
�s just bought me my dream car of a lifetime.

  Life really couldn’t get any better than this.

  175

  Daphne

  There’s nothing better than to go halfway across the world after one of the most special days in your life.

  Dominic and I got married just a few days ago, and I can’t even begin to describe how my heart danced inside my chest with happiness as I walked up the aisle, dressed in the purest white I’d ever seen. I did it arm-in-arm with my mother, a giant smile on my face.

  Dominic was waiting for me in a tailored dark suit, a delicate white rose on his lapel. Standing by his side, I felt lightheaded as I uttered the words I do, and I don’t even know how I didn’t pass out when he slid the ring on my finger. Then, lacing one arm around my waist, he bent me over and pressed his lips on mine, the whole crowd clapping so loud I was almost afraid the roof would come down.

  My friends were there, most of them with their boyfriends, and I have to admit I teared up a bit when I saw that they were tears streaming down their faces. I don’t know what it is with women and marriages, but ceremonies like that seem to awaken something deeply emotional inside us.

  Half an hour later and we were getting inside an helicopter, one that took us high above New York City and headed straight for the JFK airport. From there, we got inside Dom’s private jet plane (yeah, didn’t I tell you he had one of these luxurious Cessnas jets?) and we took to the skies, crossing the Atlantic and heading toward the European coast.

  I don’t need to tell you how we passed the time during the flight, do I? You can take a guess - it isn’t that hard to figure out. I mean, what’s the first thing a man and a woman do after they’re out of range from prying eyes? That’s right.

  By the time the plane touched down at Zakynthos International Airport I didn’t even know if I’d be able to walk out by myself. Unfortunately, Dominic didn’t have any crutches on the plane, and so I had to wobble my way down the stairs.

  Now, I know what you’re thinking - Zakynthos? What the hell is that? Right, I thought the same, but I fell in love with the place the moment we were flying over it. Zakynthos is a Greek island and, let me tell you, the pictures don’t do any justice to how beautiful the place really is.

  After landing at the airport, Dominic and I took a limo to our hotel and, that night, we slept like babies. I actually think that was the first time we had a bed around us and didn’t end up fucking. I guess that a sex marathon over the Atlantic really is exhaustion. Of course, we made up for it in the morning. Don’t think that just because we’re married that our rhythm is going to slow down; n fact, I’m under the impression that it’s the opposite the opposite that’s going to happen.

  After we finished our morning routine (which included a one-hour sex session, just so that we could start the day with the right foot), Dominic took me downstairs where an old convertible Aston Martin from the 60’s was already waiting for us. Driving through the winding roads of the island, the wind whipping at my hair, he took me to a place that seems like heaven on Earth.

  That’s where we are right now, my toes buried in the stand while my gaze goes over the clear blue sea. The name is Smugglers Cove and, like the name says, it’s a wonderful cove that was used long ago by smugglers. The sand is soft and white, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen water this crystal clear. Better of all, this is a secluded place, only accessible by boat (we swapped the Aston by a small motorboat that Dominic drove himself). Sure, this is a tourist destination… But I’m not lying when I tell you we have the place all to ourselves.

  Dominic struck a deal with the mayor of this island and, in exchange of him investing in here, the authorities agreed to let us use the beach privately for the week. Sometimes it really pays off to be filthy rich, uh? Oh, what am I saying - sometimes? Ah!

  “This is so beautiful,” I whisper, holding Dom’s hand and turn to him. Smiling, he leans in and brushes his lips softly against mine.

  “I knew you’d like it, Daph,” he replies, and then kisses me once more, his delicious lips hungry and full of coiled anticipation. There’s a gentle breeze in the air, and the gentle sound of the waves lapping at the sand is the perfect soundtrack for this moment. Pulling away from his kiss, I let my gaze be drawn by the ocean once again, and then I just know it: this is the perfect moment. The perfect moment for what? I can hear you asking. Well, you’ll know soon enough.

  “Dominic… There’s something I need to tell you,” I whisper at him, lowering my voice and biting down on my lip.

  “What is it? He asks me, slightly surprised, and then I just rest my hand softly over my belly. I don’t even need to say it for him to know what it is. “Oh fuck. Are you serious? Tell me you’re not joking,” he continues, going down on one knee and grabbing me by the waist.

  “It’s true,” I reply, softly rubbing my belly over the thin fabric of my summer dress. “I’m pregnant.”

  “Holy fuck,” he breathes out, his eyes focused on my belly as if he expects it to start growing right now. “We’re going to be parents.”

  “Yes, we are.” I smile as I say it, already feeling a new life starting to grow inside of me. A new life that came into existence because of the love between me and Dominic.

  “God, I love you so fucking much, baby,” he whispers, slowly going up to his feet and looking me straight in the eyes. I blink once before replying, wanting to engrave every single detail of this moment in my brain for the rest of my life, so that I never forget about it - from the breeze around us, to the gentle sound of the ocean, and the way he’s looking at me right…

  “I love you too,” I tell him, and this time I’m the one crushing my mouth against his. As we surrender to each other’s embrace, a shiver goes up my spine as he takes his hands to my shoulders and pushes my dress down my arms, the fabric floating down my body to reveal my black bikini.

  Working in tandem with him, I unbutton his summer shirt and pull it down his arms; then I move down to his shorts, pushing them down his pants. His cock springs free fast, slapping me across the back of my hand, and I don’t hesitate - I turn my hand around and curl my fingers around his already hard shaft, gripping it harshly.

  Do you see now why I was this happy to have the beach to myself? I wouldn't be able to do this if the place was packed with tourists, would I?

  Pulling back from his kiss, I offer him one devious grin and then lower myself until my knees are comfortably resting on the soft sand underneath then. Leaning in, I part my lips with the tip of my tongue and then I rest it against his shaft; moving my head up and down with careful movements, I run the tip of my tongue across the length of his shaft, only stopping when I meet its head. Only then do I lean in further, opening up my mouth wide and wrapping my lips around his thickness.

  By the time he rests his hands on the top of my head I’m already lunging forward, his cock rolling over my tongue until its tip meets the back of my throat. My hands move of their own accord and I grab his firm ass cheeks, my fingernails digging deep into his flesh, and I pull him into me.

  “Fuck, I love the way you suck me,” he exhales sharply, tangling his fingers on my hair and forcing me to stop all movement. Then he takes charge of the whole situation, slowly building up a rhythm as he thrusts with his hips, his shaft sliding in and out of my mouth over and over again, the wet sound of his flesh on my lips blending in with the sound of the waves reaching for the shore.

  I close my eyes and surrender to the moment, Dominic fucking my mouth with the same eagerness I know he’ll use when the time comes for him to ravage my pussy. I take one hand out from his ass and use it to cup his large balls, feeling their weight against the palm of my hand and already imagining the ungodly amount of cum they’re busy producing this very moment.

  I’m so lost in the moment that I’d just let him fuck my mouth until his cock simply erupted inside of me. Luckily, Dominic stops right when the first spasm runs through his cock and, moving fast, he pulls his cock out of my mouth.


  Without giving me any time to react, he kneels right in front of me and presses his naked body against mine. His hands go to my back and he undoes the knot of my bikini top, pulling the fabric off from my breasts. My nipples become even harder as his gaze roams over them and, perhaps noticing it, he leans into me and takes my left one into his mouth, sucking it harshly.

  Pushing me back, he lays me down on the sand and then his fingers trail down the side of my body. Grabbing at my bikini bottom, he undoes the knot on the outer side of my thigh and then pulls it off me. Smiling, his eyes locked on mine, he leans into me and lays his body over mine, his thick shaft pressed against my drenched folds.

  “Do it, right now,” I whimper, lacing my arms around his neck and folding my legs around his waist. As the words leave my mouth, I pull him into me and he comes willingly, his cock parting my pussy lips and burying itself inside of me. Arching my back, I throw my head back and moan as his thickness stretches me wide.

  “We’re going to fuck everyday,” he whispers against my ear, slowly bucking his hips at me.

  “Everyday,” I repeat after him, opening my eyes and watching the clear blue sky over our heads.

  “I just can’t get enough of you and your pussy,” he continues, the tempo of his thrusts growing and growing, his balls slapping my pussy with the same intensity with which he’s fucking me.

  “It goes both ways,” I whisper back at him, nibbling at his earlobe and then pulling it between my teeth. I open my mouth to continue whispering dirty things into his ear, but he starts thrusting so hard that the words die in my throat. Instead of words, it’s a moan that explodes inside my mouth while, at the same time, my pussy tightens up around Dom’s shaft, an orgasm raging through me with the violence of a winter storm.

  My fingernails dig deep into his flesh, and I claw at his muscles with the violence of a wild beast fighting for its freedom. I only stopping my erratic movements when the final wave of the orgasm washes over me, my limbs growing limp as they fall on the sand by my side.