#BABYMAKER

by Cassandra Dee

  At this point, there was no sense in denying it anymore. Not with the proof right there under the wan bathroom lights. So I nodded.

  “Yes,” was my stiff reply. “I’m pregnant. So what do we do now? Is there a plan?”

  Slowly, the alpha male turned, the blue of his eyes so hot that they gleamed like bright jewels.

  “What do you mean, what do we do now? I thought you wanted a baby. That’s why you came to Sunset Medical that first time, after all.”

  It was said as a statement and not a question, and in a sense he was right. I’d sought the services of his office in order to conceive, that was true. But ever since that first day, things had snowballed until they were hopelessly confusing with a multitude of issues and unanswered questions.

  So I tried to be mature about it.

  “Yes, that’s why I came to your office,” was my civil acknowledgement. “But you have to admit that things have gone off the rails.”

  His brows quirked at that one, although that handsome face stayed smooth.

  “Gone off the rails?” he echoed. “What do you mean?”

  I took a deep breath.

  “What I mean is that we never expected this to happen,” I said, gesturing at my belly.

  He cocked his head at me, those blue eyes beginning to glow again.

  “We expected it very much,” he said, his voice modulated so perfectly that I could sense the tension rather than hear it. “We wanted you to get pregnant. After all, you and I have been trying hard the old-fashioned way to make it happen, and you know you’re a fertile twenty-five year old.”

  I almost choked then. His words were true but there was so much more to it than just that. So taking a deep breath, I summoned my courage.

  “Yes, but we never expected this to happen,” I said fiercely, gesturing to the air between his big form and mine. “We thought we were going in for something simple and easy. Something made in a test tube and then implanted in my uterus. Or at least that’s what I thought.”

  Chase’s gaze remained steady.

  “That’s what we were looking for at first,” he agreed amiably. “But I think the situation changed along the way, wouldn’t you say?”

  I almost choked again.

  “Yes,” was my muffled reply. “But it hasn’t changed for the better. And now that I’m pregnant, I’m just not sure …” My voice trailed off.

  Suddenly, that big form grew tense.

  “Not sure about what?”

  “About this!” I gestured to my belly. Although I wasn’t showing, I’ve got a pooch there that was only emphasized by the thick terry of my robe. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do,” was my tearful reply.

  Chase’s gaze grew dark.

  “You’re not terminating this pregnancy,” he said flatly. “Absolutely not.”

  That made me furious.

  “You don’t get to tell me what to do with my body,” I spat. But termination was the furthest thing from my mind, and it was such a touchy subject that I put his fears to rest immediately. “And no, I wouldn’t,” I mumbled. “This baby means too much to me.”

  Chase’s shoulders relaxed just a fraction of an inch, but the tension in the air dissipated like the air had been let out of a balloon.

  “Good,” he said. “Because I’m sure we can work this out. Talk to me, sweetheart. Please. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

  My eyes found his through a veil of tears. His image wavered and trembled before me, and to my horror, I realized I was crying.

  “I just don’t want to be an appendage,” came my mewl, the sniffles coming on their own now. “I know you want this baby, but what about me? You’d mentioned co-parenting but that seems so cold and heartless. I’m not sure that that’s what I want.”

  The big man remained unmoving although that form stayed tense.

  “What is it that you want then, Connie? What do you want for yourself, and for our child most importantly? What do you want from me?”

  I gulped hard, trying to get air into my lungs. Because what did I want from Dr. Roman? I knew the truth, but could I lay it on him, or was it going to be too much?

  But out of the frying pan and into the fire. This was the time for sincerity with no more dissembling and no more mysterious hints. We were expecting a child now, and I had to tell him what I wanted in plain English without beating around the bush.

  “I want us to be together,” was my tearful reply. “I want us to be a real couple, raising the baby together. He or she deserves at least that much,” I said as another sob was torn from my throat. “Don’t you think? It’s been good for the last month. Maybe we can keep that going.”

  Chase took a deep breath, his massive chest expanding and immediately my heart plummeted. He was going to reject me and I shrank in on myself, almost disappearing into the thick terry.

  But then his words gave me the shock of a lifetime.

  “I agree, sweet girl. I think we should make a go at it as a couple because we get along really well on a day-to-day basis. And especially because I love you.”

  My chin dropped and I stood as still as a stone.

  “I’m sorry?” I asked dumbly. “What did you say?”

  An impish grin crossed that handsome face.

  “Oh, I think you heard me, pretty girl. This bathroom is only about four feet wide and we’re standing two feet from one another. I think you heard what I said.”

  But I still couldn’t process what was happening.

  “Did you say you love me?” I asked on a whisper, brown eyes wide and shocked. “Like a man loves a woman?”

  And with that, Dr. Roman pulled me into his arms, pulling me against that broad chest.

  “I absolutely said that,” he murmured, his words muffled into my hair. “This last month has been absolutely amazing with you living in my penthouse. It’s been sheer nirvana to come home nights with dinner on the table, and a sweet, willing woman in my bed. I never thought I’d say it, sweetheart, but I think I’m ready to make this permanent if you are.”

  Now my socks were blown off. It felt like I was witnessing not one home run, but two in a row. Or if a comet had just blazed brightly across the sky, only to be followed by an even brighter, more beautiful comet.

  “Permanent?” I said faintly, tipping my chin to look back at him. “As in marriage?”

  He grinned, but then that handsome face became absolutely serious.

  “Yes, as in marriage. Will you, sweetheart? Will you, Connie, take this poor fool named Chase Roman as your husband, to have and to hold for eternity?”

  And right there in my dingy bathrooms our true wedding vows were spoken. Because it doesn’t matter whether you say them in front of a crowd of hundreds, or if it’s just the two of you. It’s the feeling that counts, and at that moment, our hearts were joined as one.

  “I will,” I whispered softly, looking into that blue gaze. “Dr. Roman, I take you as my wedded husband.”

  And that’s how my visit to Sunset Medical Clinic ended. I laugh now when thinking of that first information session. Ashley and I were crazy twentysomethings, demanding free food and sustenance when the handsome doctor walked in to do his talk.

  But Chase Roman delivered because I got pregnant and he’s the one who made it happen. I just never expected that Dr. Babymaker would make me a baby in the old-fashioned way, without test tubes or in vitro anything. Instead, we did it all-natural and fell in love in the process too. So yes, things have worked out for the better, and I’m looking forward to a blissful future with my man and my child … and maybe, just maybe, my alpha male will work his magic again and we’ll have multiple babies giggling after this is all over.

  EPILOGUE

  Chase

  Three years later …

  She means the world to me, and I can’t believe that I was ever happy without Connie in my life. Because it’s like going from black and white to a technicolor world filled with rainbows. I don’t mean to sound crazy, but it’s true. My wif
e is my everything, and it’s hard to imagine that I ever lived without her.

  At the moment, Connie was on the floor playing with our sons.

  “Morty,” she cooed to our quintuplets. “Mikey, Mitch, Marley and Morgan. Mommy loves you, remember that.”

  The five boys squealed and flapped their arms up and down, toothless grins breaking across their faces.

  “Oooh ooh ooh!” hooted Morty, the very image of Connie with his curly brown hair and caramel eyes. “Oooh!”

  The other boys followed along as well, a cacophony of squeals sounding in the living room as our brood expressed themselves.

  “Ma-ma-ma!” blurted Marley.

  “Goo-ga-ma!” cried Morgan, always eager to outdo his brother.

  “You cuties,” said Connie, sweeping the boys into her arms as well as she could. With five toddlers, it’s hard to corral the wriggling bodies, but Connie did a good job. She’s an experienced mother who stays home taking care of our kids. I expect one day she’ll go back to work, but not with our boys so young and still breastfeeding.

  After all, my wife works for me so her job’s protected. And everything’s worked out for the better because I’m a fertility doctor, and this is exactly the ending I hoped for. Because who specializes in reproductive medicine, but refuses to have children of their own? Not I. It’s too weird, and patients look at you strangely when you say you don’t have kids. Plus, I’ve always wanted children and Connie was the answer to my dreams. Not just with the quintuplets but also her loving, caring personality and that sassy body.

  So I joined them on the floor, spreading out so that the quints could crawl over me like a litter of puppies.

  “Morgan,” I growled. “Daddy’s going to eat you.”

  And the baby screamed with laughter, his chubby body bobbing up and down. It was so cute that I burst out laughing as well, the low rumble making Mitch and Marley pause before starting up their play-fighting again.

  “Chase,” scolded my wife. “You know that any sudden laughs, sneezes or coughs can make them cry. So a little quieter, okay?” she said with a playful frown. And that was my cue. I got up and stalked towards the curvy woman, eyeing her form lasciviously.

  “Sweetheart, they have to learn. We’re not going to stop laughing just because it startles the babies. Besides, they’re going to bed soon and we’ll be having our private time,” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively.

  That made Connie giggle, setting off the babies again.

  “But Chase,” she protested. “I’m still breastfeeding and you know that I’m still trying to lose that pregnancy weight.”

  I shook my head. Connie knows that I love her even more with the extra forty pounds she’s put on. After all, she’s a real woman. Only a female who’s borne five children simultaneously has a body like my wife’s, and I adore every dip, curve and valley even more because of what it’s gifted me.

  So I pulled Connie to her feet while shooting the boys a mock stare.

  “You guys are off to sleep soon, hear? Daddy needs some private time with Mommy asap. Otherwise, how are we going to give you more siblings?”

  And with that, a gasp sounded in my ear. I turned to see Connie’s hands sliding over her stomach, eyes wide.

  “Are you serious Chase?” she whispered, even as light shone from those beautiful brown eyes. “You want more, even though we already have five?”

  I pulled her into my warm embrace again, nuzzling those soft curls.

  “I absolutely want more,” was my firm answer. “I want a little girl who looks just like you, and then another little boy, and then at least one more girl. What do you say, sweetheart? Are you on board? Are you ready to become mother to a brood of eight or more? Maybe even ten?”

  And the answering sigh that escaped her lips gave me my answer. Because yes, I’m the fertility doctor, but my woman is the true babymaker. She started out as an innocent patient in my office, worried about her chances of conceiving. But as a reproductive specialist, I’ve shown Connie that she has nothing to fear … and I plan on doing it all over again!

  THE END

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  CHAPTER 1

  HOWIE

  My cock is rock hard and throbbing against the zipper of my tailored pants. If I stare at her too long, I’m going to have to take these Italian slacks back to the dry cleaners. I’ve never seen the maid by the couch in my penthouse before. I would have noticed a girl like that. She’s on her hands and knees by the white leather sofa, right in front of my penthouse window. She wipes the marble floor like it needs cleaning, but actually, this whole place is pristine.

  I set my briefcase down on the kitchen counter while she work on the other side of the apartment. I keep her in my eye as I ask Edwin, my butler, about the new girl.

  “Edwin, who is that?”

  “Who, the maid?”

  “Yes, the maid.” Her head perks up like she’s heard us talking. But no, the girl’s noticed a stain on the couch and sits upright and starts to wipe again. Her blonde hair is bound in a tight ponytail that reaches down her back. I can see her breathing. Her chest moves up and down. She’s on her knees on my floor. Her sweet cunt hovers over my Persian rug.

  Edwin frowns while staring her way.

  “We hired her while you were vacationing in Florence. Is there a problem with her services?”

  “No problem at all, Edwin. Just asking.”

  My butler nods and bows before scuttling off. Suddenly, it’s just the two of us together in the living room. The blonde’s kneeling now, stroking at a stain that doesn’t really exist. My cock twitches under my belt. I have to adjust my pants to hide my erection, but at that moment, she raises her face and I catch a glimpse of a perfect profile. Wow. Since when did Miss America clean house for others?

  I know what you’re thinking. He’s just some rich asshole with no heart for others. He doesn’t care about the help, much less some poor girl who works for pennies. But you’re wrong. I’ve served my time, literally. I was in Afghanistan during 2007, where I almost lost my leg and my arm. I’ve known the grunts, and I’ve known the guys in charge too. But somehow, this girl changes the equation. All the memories of war rush away when I see her ponytail bobbing up and down on the other side of the white couch, intersecting with the tip of the Empire State Building looming in the penthouse window.

  I clear my throat. I’ve got to say something. If I don’t, my cock is going to scream something rude and crass. In fact, there’s a little bulb of moisture coming out of the tip. And all this from seeing her ponytail, for god’s sake. I clear my throat again. This time the maid’s face turns, and the breath whooshes out of my chest.

  Because she’s gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. Blue eyes as clear as the sky and lips like rose petals, ripe and velvety. She’s looking straight at me.

  “Mr. Bates,” interrupts a voice to my left. It’s Albie, the elderly woman who is the head housekeeper of my New York property. “Mr. Bates, you’ve got a phone call.”

  I try to bring my erection down. I try to think about Albie or someone else who’s old and decrepit. But it’s useless because I’ve seen that face now and my body’s on fire. Her chin hovers above lush, swaying breasts. Those tits scream out for me under the buttons.

  Oh shit. I need her. My very own Cinderell
a.

  But the phone call can’t be ignored, so I grunt something inarticulate and turn away, striding to my mahogany-paneled office. Seizing the receiver, I speak.

  “Yes, go ahead and transfer the six hundred million. The offshore accounts are going to be fine. Look, next time you need my permission, go through my accountants, okay? You’ve interrupted a perfectly lovely afternoon.”

  Because this business stuff is fucking boring. I’m thinking about how soft her lips are going to feel on my cock. I’m thinking about tonguing that pussy. Fuck, I’m thinking about tonguing that asshole even. I just want my mouth on that delectable maid.

  The voice on the line burbles something that sounds like the adults in a Charlie Brown cartoon.

  “No apology necessary,” is my grunt. “I’ll talk to you later.”

  And with that, the call’s done. I hang up and fall back into my chair. I don’t really need to have any say in what goes on with my business affairs anymore. It’s all behind me. I made my money and now I’m free from all thoughts and cares because at this point, the money makes money by itself. After twenty years of slogging away, my company now runs like clockwork. Sure, they need my okay sometimes for big transactions, but for the most part, it runs on its own.

  So that leaves me plenty of free time, and I use it. I’ve got my penthouse, my vacations, and my… service team.

  A knock comes on the door.

  “What is it?”

  “I’m coming to pick up the trash.”

  I know at once it’s her. I can just tell. No one else in this house has a voice like that. Musical, innocent, and sweet. She sounds younger than I thought. My cock stiffens again at the thought of everything I want to do to the sweet female.

  “Come,” is my commanding tone.

  She does as she’s told. Good. Just as expected, there’s Cinderella, dressed in a short black and white maid’s uniform. I can see her full frontal now, and it makes my mouth water. Long legs coated in beige nylon. Face like a princess. A tiny waist that flares into full, round ass. Boobs straining mightily against the tight button holes of the uniform.