Destiny's Detour

by Mari Brown

  “Did you really think attacking my husband with your skank ass lips was going to make him change his mind?” I yank her hair a little tighter in my hand. “I am so going to enjoy fucking your shit up, bitch.” Making a fist with my right hand, I pull back to punch her in the face when, suddenly, strong arms wrap around me.

  My brother’s voice speaks calmly in my ear. “Let her go, Des. Let Amy handle it for you. Think of the peanut.” His words penetrate my angry haze. He pulls me away as Amy takes Buffy by the hair and slams her face down onto the wood floor, knocking the bitch out. Charlie stands there with his mouth hanging open.

  “You distracted me so she could get to Troy, didn’t you?” I spit out in anger.

  He doesn’t answer but it’s obvious this is what he has done. David’s arms tense around me. Before any of us knows what is happening, Troy nails Charlie with a right hook that knocks him flat on his back, and then stands over him, pounding the fuck out of him.

  “David, stop him before he kills him,” I plead.

  David releases his hold on me and goes to grab Troy, but by this time, several guys have gathered around, trying to stop the fight. Mark and David haul Troy through the house, out the front door, and onto the lawn before letting him go. Amy and I follow behind as fast as we can.

  When I approach him, Troy is still pissed off. “Baby, you need to calm down. It’s done.” I wrap my arms around him, and he looks down at me as his arms snake around me.

  “Are you okay?” His voice is still tense with anger.

  “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

  “I’m good, Baby.” He leans down and kisses me tenderly. I lose all ability to think rationally when he is kissing me. No one else has said a word since we came outside. When we break apart from our kiss, I notice our friends huddled together, trying not to stare at us.

  “Let’s go home, Troy.”

  He nods his head in agreement. We take off toward our car. The rest of the night is spent cuddling and holding one another to reassure ourselves the other is okay. It is our hope that tonight has put an end to the Buffy and Charlie drama because we have bigger things to worry about than them.

  Lying securely in Troy’s arms, I am thankful though that we are able to handle the detour life has given us. I love that we are in it together. The more I think about my situation, the more grateful I become for the little things in life. I am happy that Troy did not just using me for a hump and dump and that he truly wants a relationship with me. I am thankful that when I became pregnant, he didn’t hesitate for a moment to let me know he was happy and ready to accept responsibility immediately. I am thankful that he loved me enough to marry me right away so that we can begin a life together. I am thankful that my life detoured off the path I had mapped out. I wouldn’t change one thing. I love that I am with the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love that we are having our first child. I absolutely love him.

  I find that while being pregnant, time seems to fly. I can’t say it’s all fun, but it’s all worth it. Thank God for the second trimester and the end of weeks of morning sickness. I feel somewhat human again. I have a noticeable baby bump, which I must say I absolutely love.

  During week seventeen, I notice light fluttering motions, which I know is the baby making some kind of movements. The baby has probably moved before, but it has just taken me a while to recognize that sensation. During week twenty, the first distinct kick from Peanut takes my breath. It is wonderful and creepy all at the same time. Troy and I are watching a movie together when it happens. The sudden kick makes me jump and gasp, and he immediately turns to me concerned.

  “I think our baby just kicked me.”

  His face lights up, and immediately, his hand travels to my stomach. He doesn’t have to wait long before the baby kicks again. “Destiny, that’s so cool. Our baby’s kicking. I helped make that.”

  His grin is big enough to split his face in two. Love and admiration fill his eyes as he looks at me. For some reason, that makes me tear up.

  “Princess, I love you. Thank you for being my wife, and thank you for carrying our child.”

  That is it. The tears flow full force then. Troy’s hand reaches up and strokes my face, and then he kisses my tears away. When I am finally able to speak, I want him to know that I feel as strongly as he does, that our relationship is built on mutual love.

  “Thank you for being my husband and loving me.”

  We notice that once my morning sickness passes, a new problem replaces it. Although I don’t think Troy or I would really call it a problem, per say. I am horny all the time. It seems like I just can’t get enough of my man. If I just look at him, my panties get wet. Our sex life is certainly interesting now that I am pregnant. I am hoping in a way that this issue doesn’t go away. Like I said, neither one of us minds it.

  At twenty-two weeks, it is time for a check-up with Dr. Smith and we are very excited about this one. We will be having an ultrasound and hopefully finding out the gender of our first child. We sit in the waiting room, full of nervous excitement. It is like Christmas morning in a way. When my name is called, I jump up so quickly that it makes Troy laugh at me, but soon, he is leading me toward the waiting nurse.

  The nurse checks all the routine stuff that she does each visit, but I swear it seems like it takes forever to complete. I know it is because I am excited to see our baby again today. Luckily, we are taken to ultrasound room first. I don’t even mind when the technician squirts the lukewarm gel on my tummy. My eyes are glued to the screen. Troy grabs my hand and I am so thankful to have him by my side. His eyes are glued on the screen as well. The technician moves the probe around, takes several pictures, and then turns to us.

  “Would you like to know what you are having?”

  I barely whisper, “Yes.”

  “Well ... it looks you guys are having a boy! Congrats Mom and Dad.”

  Tears pool in my eyes as I immediately face Troy whose eyes glisten with his own tears. We smile at each other. I can almost sense the pride coming off Troy in knowing he is having a son. Men love having a boy to carry on the family name. I am just happy that so far, we are having a healthy baby.

  My stomach is cleaned up and we are moved into another room. Dr. Smith came in all smiles.

  “Well, I hear we are having a boy. Congratulations! All your tests look good. Give me a call for anything that might concern you, but so far we are doing well. ”

  Troy and I are all smiles as we leave the office with the new pictures of our little boy. It seems strange that after weeks of not knowing what our baby is, now we can say he when talking about him.

  We make plans to grab lunch while we are out, and then hit the store to pick up nursery paint. I can’t wait to get started on the nursery now that I know I am having a boy. We also talk about names. It doesn’t take us long to agree on the name Mason. So our son has a first name now. I call my parents and share the news they will be having a grandson. Then I call Troy’s mom and let her know our good news. After picking out the stuff for the nursery, we decide to swing by David’s and let him know he is having a nephew.

  I am happy that David and Amy are both home when we stop by. That way I can tell both of them at the same time. David has that same male reaction to the fact that he is having a nephew that Troy had when finding out he is having a son. Amy just squeals and starts going on about shopping for boy clothes. I just shake my head as I listen to my best friend. She is going to have Mason as the best-dressed baby in the world.

  Troy and I meet their new roommate that evening. It turns out that Megan needed a new place to stay because she and her dorm mate did not get along at all. She had been more than happy to move in. I am happy that it is somebody I already know and like. Although, I wonder how shy Megan will handle living with David and Amy who don’t even know the definition of shy. We decide to head out for Thai food for dinner together. There are six of us laughing and talking at our table. I know we are loud because people keep looking over
at us. Some are amused by the happiness they feel coming from us. We celebrate the upcoming birth of Mason in style.

  Troy and I finally part from our friends around eight. We drive home; talking about how much fun we had at the restaurant with our friends. Troy brings in our purchases from the store and places them in the nursery so that we can start on it this weekend. I go straight to our bedroom and prepare for a shower. I have just finished stripping out of my clothes when warm arms wrap around me.

  I must admit it startles me. "Troy, you scared the shit out of me."

  His hot breath fans across the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  His words send shivers down my spine, and my core heats up. Troy nibbles my neck, and then turns me around so that I face him. He kisses me tenderly on the lips. I am not sure what has him so excited, but I am not going to question him. His hard cock presses through his low-slung jeans and my hands snake under his tight black T-shirt to tug it off. I start caress his chest, loving the feel of his muscles under my fingers. I don’t know why it is such a turn on for me. His hands slide up my sides until he grasps both my breasts, one in each hand, kneading them gently. His massage is making me moan and arch toward his body without any thought. His mouth replaces one hand, and I let out a loud moan at the feel of his lips suckling on my breast. I grow wetter as he sucks and massages my breast.

  I trail my hands to the button of his jeans. Honestly, I don’t know how he hasn’t wanted out of his jeans sooner. He is extremely hard and can’t feel all that comfortable confined in his jeans. He breaks away from me when I tug on his pants, and strips himself of his jeans and boxers. He pulls me right back into his arms and I his hard shaft presses against my belly. He walks us towards the bathroom, still kissing as we move. He reaches around, starts the shower, and we step in together. We stop kissing long enough for him to pick me up and my legs wrap around his waist. He moves me to where his tip begins to push into me. With one long thrust, he plunges deep inside me. His thrusts send me soaring on the clouds. My inner walls tighten around his hard cock and clutch him in a way that draws him in deeper. I want more, need more of him. He is just as eager to give me the deep thrusts I want, and we are both pant as the water sprays down on us. Our moans are loud, and it isn’t long before we both fall over the edge. He slowly pulls out of me and I slide down, but my knees are weak and I am glad he is holding onto me. We wash our bodies, slowly regaining our strength.

  After our shower is over, we both stand wrapped in our towels while brushing our teeth. We keep glancing at each other and my core heats up again. His chest begins rising and falling faster. Both our eyes have darkened with lust. As I place my toothbrush into the holder, I am quickly swooped up into my husband’s arms and he whisks me off to bed. Our towels drop and he kisses me across my stomach. His kisses trail down my body until he is in between my thighs. My wetness drips down my legs and I am shocked when his tongue starts lapping up my inner thigh until he reaches my core.

  “Damn Baby, you are so hot and wet. Your smell is driving me insane. You make me so fucking hard.”

  My body shivers with delight at his words. This is followed by a loud gasp from me when his tongue makes contact with my clit. My body is on an out of this world journey. The way he tongues my core is as if he tastes the best nectar on earth. Troy can’t get enough of me; I know this because he has already given me one mind numbing orgasm. His assault on my core continues, never letting up until I come hard again.

  I beg him. “I need you in me, please.”

  He kisses his way up to my breast, taking one into his mouth and giving equal attention to other, causing my body to writhe beneath him while I continue to beg. He grabs one of my legs and hikes it around him as he thrusts into me hard. I moan with the pleasure it sends throughout my body.

  “Take me hard and fast, Troy, please.”

  He shivers at my words and I know I have excited him. He begins pounding into me. I should have felt pain, but honestly, all I feel is extreme pleasure. I don’t want this to ever end. I want him to continue to take me like a wild animal. My body builds up to another climax and I can’t believe the effect he has on me. He has turned me into some crazed sex fiend.

  “Come with me, Princess. Let me feel you come with me.”

  Those words send me over the crest of my climax, and my muscles contract around his dick. Then he is coming inside me, and together we ride the waves of ecstasy until we lay spent. Troy holds me tight after our lovemaking and strokes my hair. That is the last thing I remember before passing out.

  I am sitting in the doctor’s office waiting to be seen with Troy next to me gently rubbing my stomach. I am absolutely huge now at 38 weeks. As time gets closer, I find myself worrying more about labor and delivery. Will I make it through the process without any complications? As eager as I am to meet little Mason, I also find myself worrying about what kind of mother I will be. What if I do something wrong? OMG!! What if I drop him? He will be so small in the beginning. It could happen.

  “Princess, stop worrying. You’re going to be a fantastic mother.”

  How did he know that is what I am thinking about?

  “How did you know?” I ask him out loud.

  “Baby, you’ve been stressing over this for weeks now. I can’t imagine a better mother for little Mason.”

  His words bring me comfort. I know things will be fine. Instincts will help me mother Mason, but I already love him so much and I want him to have the best of everything.

  It is our turn to see Dr. Smith and we are both eager to hear what she has to say. I think we are both so excited to meet little Mason. According to the doctor, everything is progressing normally, which is huge relief to me. She surprises us when she says I am already 3 cm dilated and 50 % effaced. According to the Dr. Smith, that means I can go into labor at any time now. She recommends that we take care of everything at home right away and pack a bag for the hospital. Troy and I are beyond thrilled, but what really startles me is when our eyes lock. I don’t know why he still takes my breath away, but he does every time. As he looks at me, I see how much love he has for me. It is mind blowing that someone feels so deeply for me. I hope that when I look at him, he sees the same reflected in my eyes. We are soul mates. We are destined to be together. There is no doubt in my mind that Troy and I are right for each other.

  The doctor leaves us in the room so that I can get dressed, but before the door has even fully closed, Troy has his lips pressed against mine. I am surprised, but it doesn’t take long to respond to his kiss. It starts off as a tender kiss, then builds into a very heated kiss. I finally pull away from him.

  “Troy, we are in the doctor’s office.”

  I can see the lust in his eyes, and also a little surprise as he seems to realize where we are. He steps away from me and I scoot off the table to dress. We walk out of the office hand in hand and stop at the desk to make my next appointment. I am seeing the doctor on a weekly basis until I go into labor, which, as a first time mother, makes me very happy. I still can’t help all the nerves I have at becoming a mom.

  Troy and I head back to our house. My man is in a hurry to get me home. We are at a point where we know our sex life is going to be put on hold, so we take advantage of any time we can still be intimate with each other. Sometimes I think my being pregnant turns Troy on. He often will tell me that I am sexy pregnant and that he sees other guys eyeing my body. I can’t help but laugh when he says this to me. After all, it is crazy. Why would any guy find a fat whale sexy? I give up arguing with him over it because he always manages to persuade me that he finds me sexy.

  We quickly make our way into the house and Troy is sure to lock the front door behind him. He immediately begins attacking my lips and I am more than eager to respond to him. I should be embarrassed to admit we never even make it out of the living room for round one. We spend the next several hours in bed together doing it two more times. I think we have both lost control of our horm
ones. Troy leans over and kisses me gently

  “Princess, I’m going to go get us some food.” He slips on his boxers.

  I lay there with a smile of contentment on my face. It feels like I have just won the lottery or something. I can’t imagine anything better than making love to my husband. I am broken out of my thoughts when my phone rings.

  Troy comes into the bedroom with my phone in his hands and tosses it toward me.

  “It’s that crazy girl you call your best friend.”

  I laugh as I say, “Hello.”

  I am immediately bombarded with question after question on how the doctor’s appointment went. She wants to know why I didn’t call her sooner. Amy has me laughing because she just keeps shooting questions and not giving me time to answer any of them. I wonder if this is what she did to Troy when he answered the phone. I finally get her attention and tell her if she wants answers, she has to shut up because Troy is making dinner and I am hungry and hanging up when food comes. This finally gets her to hush and listens as I tell about the visit. She becomes hyped up and super excited when she finds out that I can go into labor any time now. She makes me promise to call her as soon as I do because she doesn’t want to miss anything. I promise her that I will call her with any news and finally hang up.

  My call ends just in time because Troy walks in carrying a tray with food. I don’t even care what it is. At this point, I am so hungry I will eat anything given to me. Troy has made spaghetti. I am pleased he remembers that pasta is one of the things I crave the most these days. Thankfully, I’ve never had any of those weird cravings that you hear about in books and movies. I crave normal foods, just in larger quantities. The last few weeks, pasta and milk have been what I want all the time. Troy is willing to go get me some, even in the middle of the night if needed.