by K. I. Lynn
I lean down and place a kiss on her forehead. I can’t help but share her happiness because I was just thinking the same thing.
“We did. Now the question is—are we having a little boy or a little girl Callahan?” I look toward the screen and the tech, who is still taking measurements of everything she sees.
“Well, the baby isn’t in the best position, but I think I got a look a few seconds ago. Let’s see if we can get a better look,” she says as Ev and I wait.
Geeze, this is nerve wracking. I watch along with her, and I swear I see something between the baby’s legs that looks male. God, please let it be a boy. I mean, healthy is good, but I don’t think I can handle girls.
Holy shit! What if it is two?
I clear my throat, and Ev and the tech look over. “Umm, this thing can tell that there is more than one baby in there too, right?”
Ev’s face turns a few shades of white, and I’m glad it’s not just me that would probably fall to the floor if we got that news. The tech laughs and turns back to what she was doing.
“It does, and I think I only see one baby in there.” I let out the breath I was holding and hear Everly do the same.
“Think?”
“Well, it’s not guaranteed, but I’m pretty sure I see only one baby. It has happened before where one was hiding out of sight, but that’s pretty rare. Same goes for finding out the sex. As I told you, we can be wrong, but I’m usually pretty good. Like now. See that?” she asks and points to what I thought I saw earlier. “I’m trying to get the baby to move a little more, but I’m almost positive that is a penis.”
“Sure looks like it to me,” I say with my chest puffed out. “I mean, I don’t know how many you see a day, but it looks pretty big for a baby not even born yet. Definitely hereditary. Ow!” I say when Ev hits me very close to my cock. “You want to watch where you hit, babe, or this might be the last baby we have with my good co . . . What the hell, Everly,” I say when she slugs me again.
“Niko. Pretty sure that you don’t need to let the poor woman here know that the baby has a matching penis to his dad’s. Shut up!” I rub the spot where she hit me and back up a little out of her reach. The technician laughs but ignores us for the most part. “Besides, she said maybe. She didn’t say it was a penis for sure.”
“I don’t know, babe. I see something there.”
Ev huffs at me in agitation. Guess that conversation we had where she said she didn’t care what we had was BS. Apparently, she wants a little girl.
“Of course you see something there. Girl parts are something too.” She rolls her eyes and then turns her head back toward the screen. “Is everything else good with the baby?” Ev asks, and I feel like a jackass for not asking the same question.
“Everything looks good so far. Just waiting for this little peanut to move one more time. There! There you go, love bug,” she says and clicks some buttons again on the keyboard, only this time a few pictures start printing. She rips them off and hands them to Ev, and I move closer to see. She typed the words “Hi Mommy and Daddy. See you soon! Love Baby Boy Callahan.”
Holy fuck!
“We’re having a son?” I look, and now it’s me that feels like crying. I don’t, of course, because that would make me a mangina, but I want to. “I mean, we’re having a boy, Ev.” She smiles down at the pictures the woman handed her, and maybe I was wrong about her wanting a girl. I’m just happy to see her smile at the news.
“We’re having a son,” she whispers. I kiss her head again and then look at the pictures.
“Thank you, Everly.” She looks up then. “Thank you for this. We’re going to do our best. I know this already because you’re his mother. So, thank you for our son.”
“Okay, I’m all done here. Everything looks good. You can use the paper towels there to clean up and meet me outside. Your OB will let you know when your next ultrasound will be, but usually not until closer to delivery unless there is a need before. Congrats!” she says and heads for the door.
“Thank you,” both Ev and I say as she leaves. Ev gets up and pulls her pants back up after wiping off the slimy shit she had on her belly. I offer to help, but she waves me off, so I give her space to do her thing. The entire time I can’t stop the Kool-Aid grin from sweeping my face. I’m sure I’ll be wearing it for the rest of the day. Hell, maybe the rest of my life.
Holy shit! I’m going to have a boy.
“Why is there never any damn parking?” I ask, circling the block for the third time. We just had a celebratory dinner, and I’m ready to do some other celebratory things in the comfort of home.
Everly shrugs beside me. “I don’t have a problem.”
“You have a reserved spot,” I point out.
“There!” Her arm stretches out, pointing to a spot fifty feet ahead. There’s an SUV just down the way that must have pulled out.
I swoop in, determined not to lose the spot even if it is a few blocks away. When we get out, the cold air hits me. The weather can’t seem to make up its mind.
“It was seventy yesterday,” Everly says as she folds her arms around herself.
I step up next to her and sling my arm over her shoulder, pulling her close. “Gotta love the fall.”
“It’s making me miss California.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be there.”
“Yup, not missing it now,” she says, looking up at me with that beautiful smile of hers. I can’t help but lean down to press my lips to hers.
I love walking with her, going out with her to dinner or the movies. Strange to admit, but I think she is what my life was missing. I don’t miss the single life. At all. Because I have her, I’m happy.
“I’m full, but I also want dessert,” she says, rubbing her stomach.
“Oh, baby, I can help you in that department.”
She shakes her head and giggles. “Not the kind of dessert I was talking about. Your little boy is hungry.”
“Little boy.” A boy. I still can’t believe it.
Today was the day. I don’t care either way, but when the technician said the baby is a boy, I was happy.
“But, I am definitely down for some dessert after, well . . . dessert,” she says with a wink.
Shaking my head, we head into the house and close and lock the door behind us.
“Ugh, I have to get out of these clothes.”
I follow her up the stairs. Any chance to watch her ass sway, I take. You can’t even tell she’s five months pregnant from this angle. Not from the front or back, only the side.
I watch from the doorway as she throws her clothes off, stripping naked, giving me a good look at her sexy body that is somehow even sexier with her stomach sticking out. She tosses clothes around the closet in a huff.
“Nothing fits,” she growls, finally deciding on some sleep pants and a T-shirt I left here.
I lick my lips because, damn, she looks good in my shirt. A little collarbone is showing, the shirt dwarfing her, showing off our size difference.
“Just tell your mom you need clothes. You’ll have five boxes on your doorstep in days.”
She turns to me, eyes wide. “Don’t joke about that.” Her tone is so serious I can’t help but laugh. “I’m serious, Niko. I told her in passing I needed a dress for a holiday dinner and a few days later there was a stack of boxes from Nordstrom on my porch.”
After getting a couple of glasses of water and a plastic cup Everly has filled with Frosted Flakes for her dessert, we settle onto the couch. The first trimester was so rough on Everly that she’s just gained back the weight she lost. There may be a few extra pounds, but they are all in the bump her stomach has gained. It’s a gentle slope, but laying back on the couch in my oversized-for-her shirt, it does, in fact, bump out.
“I can’t wait to tell my mom,” I say as I reach to run my hand down her side and across her stomach.
“You haven’t told her yet, have you?” Everly asks.
I shake my head and sigh. “Sometimes i
t’s hard to get ahold of her, and the times we’ve connected haven’t been at ideal times.”
“Cam was around,” she says, and I nod. “You should call her now.”
I purse my lips. “Seven-hour time difference. I’ll give her a call in the morning.”
“That has to be tough. Why did she go back?”
“After Dad died, she went through an awful depression.”
Everly laces her fingers with mine. “It was sudden if I remember correctly.”
I nod. “A heart attack, which was not expected. He was in good health; there were no warning signs.”
“I can’t even imagine.”
“She couldn’t even get out of bed the weeks following. My aunt was here, her sister, who suggested she go back to Greece. It was hard for me. It felt like I was losing both my parents in a small span, but I knew it was what was best for her. Her sisters and family are all still in Greece. I was an adult, albeit in college.”
“Was it what was best?” she asks.
“For her? Yes. She lived in Boston, but Greece is her home. I Skype’d with her back in those days. A few weeks and, while she still missed Dad, she came back to herself.”
“That had to be hard on you,” Everly says. Her brow is furrowed as she brushes her fingers through my hair.
“When are you going to tell your parents we’re having a boy?” I ask, changing the subject. It’s a hard topic for me to talk about because I do have issues with my mom leaving me. I love her, but it messed me up.
“Probably this weekend.”
“Family lunch?”
She nods. “Mom’s excited. I have a feeling there will be much shopping going on this weekend. She’ll want to decorate and get clothes and . . .” she lets out a sigh. “I love my mom, but she sometimes goes overboard.”
“First grandchild syndrome.”
“Yeah. Without a doubt. I have a feeling she’s going to spoil this baby rotten, so be prepared.”
I laugh at her statement, but I’m good with that. “Spoiled isn’t a bad thing as long as he knows that he will still have to earn things that he wants and doesn’t expect. I have faith in your parents. After all, you and Cameron aren’t rotten.”
“No. We both learned early on that we wanted to make our own way. It’s why we both barely touch the money Mom and Dad set aside for us when we turned of age. It’s there if we need it, but we don’t depend on it. I usually pretend that it’s not there.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. Your parents made sure you two were grounded. I don’t doubt that they won’t be the same with our son.” She nods her head yes as she piles more cereal into her mouth, and I laugh. “How is it that you even manage to make eating Frosted Flakes look sexy as fuck?”
“You’re crazy,” she replies after she swallows what’s in her mouth.
“I think so, too. Crazy as fuck for you.”
She bites her lip and reaches for the remote, turning on the TV and bringing up the guide.
This is what I love. Being with my family.
Finally home.
“YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL,” Niko says as his hand slips under the hem of my shirt.
“You’re distracting me,” I say as I scroll through the TV menu looking for something to watch. I’m about to throw on Netflix if I don’t find something soon. Then again, I love Niko’s hands on me and I’ve learned that the longer I ignore him, the more persistent he gets. The more persistent he gets, the better it is. I just have to hold out, which is a very difficult task.
He hums against my neck, his breath warm, lips ghosting across my skin.
“That’s your fault for being so enticing.”
“I wasn’t so enticing ten years ago,” I remind him. “What if I looked like I did then? You wouldn’t have looked twice at me.”
He pulls back. “Are you calling me shallow and saying I only like you because you’re beautiful?” I nod. “Not possible.”
“Why is that?”
“Because right now you have no makeup on, you’re in an oversized T-shirt and baggy pants, your hair in a messy ponytail, and you are so cute I can’t keep my hands off you.”
I stare at him, watching him, waiting for something like “Just kidding,” but it doesn’t come. His eyes are soft and he’s looking at me like I’m the only woman in the world. I jump at the feel of his hand cupping my face.
“I was a stupid kid.”
I reach over and pick up my glasses that I use when working on the computer and slip them on. “How about now?”
His eyes widen. “Jesus . . . do you have a pencil skirt because you are the naughtiest naughty librarian I’ve ever seen.”
I shake my head and roll my eyes, partially to cover how much I want to kiss him and am holding back. “I still don’t think you would have noticed me.”
“You’re wrong, Ev. My dad told me that one day I’d meet a woman who would knock me on my ass, and he was right. It’s more than your looks that blew me away, it was all of you.”
I stare at him, processing what he just said, unable to comprehend it. Me?
His hand slips under the waistband of my panties, his fingers sliding against my clit, making me jump and suck in a sharp breath.
“I never knew a pregnant woman could turn me on so much, but fuck, baby, watching your stomach grow, knowing I did that. That’s my baby growing in your body,” he growls, pushing his fingers in deeper as he pulls me closer. “Our baby boy.”
I can’t help but reach up and grab onto his shirt, my forehead in the crook of his neck. “Niko,” I whimper against his skin before a moan slips out.
This is what I was waiting for. The way he touches me is somehow more intense, his desperation spreading like wildfire across my skin. This isn’t about just his wants, his needs. It’s about intimacy and a relationship and two people trying to make it through the roller coaster of life together.
It’s so much more than “just fucking” and I can feel that with every swipe of his tongue, every touch, and every kiss he gives me.
My hips rock into his hand without thought. Sheer drive for pleasure moves me. Desire takes over, spiraling me down.
“Niko . . . Niko,” I whisper against his skin over and over. His hand speeds up, driving his fingers faster and faster until I’ve got his shirt clenched in my hands and my muscles tighten, pulling him closer.
“Come on, baby.” He runs his lips along my shoulder before I feel his teeth sink in at the base of my neck.
My eyes pop open, a silent scream as I come undone in his arms. His fingers slow before retreating, leaving me a boneless mess. I’m still coming down when he yanks my pants down my legs and spreads them apart.
He wastes no time settling between my thighs. I draw in a sharp breath as he pushes inside me before a low moan spills out. Nothing ever will feel as good as Niko. Reaching up, I cup his face in my hands and pull his lips down to mine as he sinks all the way in.
His hips retreat, but as his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, he slams back in.
“My belly is starting to get in the way,” I say before losing all thought as he continues. His hips rock in a slow, sensual motion.
“Guess we’re going to have to get creative,” he says.
I love it when he’s like this. While sex is always fantastic with Niko, when he’s slower, tender, I feel a connection with him on more than just a physical level, which is already extremely strong.
His eyes are locked with mine, and each thrust makes words I’m not sure I’m ready to say to him sit at the edge of my mouth.
I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
A mantra just for me, for now.
It’s not just the moment, it’s the truth. I can feel it in my heart and in every fiber of my being. I fell well and truly in love with Nikolas Callahan. No longer an unfulfilled teenage crush.
His breath mingles with mine, his eyes dark as his brow furrows. A groan leaves him and he presses his lips to mine while h
is movements speed up.
I grab onto him, pulling him closer, holding him to me as he slams into me one last time. Erotic groans fill my ears, and I can feel each twitch of him inside me.
“That was just for now,” he says after a minute.
“For now?”
“Oh yeah, I still owe you a hate fuck for earlier.”
My eyes widen as I stare at him, a smirk on his lips. Soft and sweet or hard and dirty—it doesn’t matter. I am his forever.
“Let me see, let me see,” my mom squeals as soon as I walk in the door.
“Hi, Mom. Good to see you, too.”
Dad laughs from behind her. “She’s been so excited. I think she just can’t wait to figure out what she’s shopping for.”
“Oh, hush, Richard. This is our grandbaby.”
I pull out the sonogram pic from my purse and hand it over to my mother’s greedy hands.
“Oh, my goodness! Look at . . .” She reads the print on the picture. “Baby boy.”
“All I see is a blob,” Dad says as he steps back to grab his coffee cup.
Mom rolls her eyes, which suddenly go wide as she stares down at the picture.
“Let’s just go frame this,” Mom says, suddenly dragging me and the sonogram away from my dad.
I glance at Mom, then back at Dad who just shrugs at me. We move through the house about as far away from him as can be before slipping through the door leading to the basement. She makes sure to close the door behind us, and once we’re down, she pulls me further from the stairwell.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, completely confused by her behavior.
She turns on me, her eyes wide. “Baby Boy Callahan?” she asks, her voice on the edge of shrill as she points to the typing on the sonogram.
My mouth goes slack. Shit. How did I not remember that? When Niko called him baby boy Callahan, the technician must have written that when I wasn’t paying attention.
“Is that why you wouldn’t tell me who the father is? Because it’s Niko’s?”