Live-In Position

by V. S. Tice

  “The dresses are so freaking cute.” Steph’s voice alerted us to her arrival in the room. She looked to me first. “Do you want me to take her?” Her arms stretched out toward a half-asleep Katie.

  I shook my head. “No, it’s nice to hold her.”

  “Just don’t let—”

  “Sophia,” Collin’s worried voice caused me to turn toward him standing in Victoria’s open doorway. “You shouldn’t be carrying her around.”

  “Collin.” My firm warning tone was accentuated with one raised eyebrow.

  “Overbearing again?” His concern shifted to the look of a scolded boy within milliseconds. I couldn’t help but smile at him. “I’m sorry.” It only took a few steps to close the gap between us. “I just want to make sure you and the baby are okay.” His lips pressed to my forehead as his long fingers stretched over my newly developing baby bump.

  “I have already told you it is perfectly safe for me to pick up and hold Katie. You know, as a doctor and a dad of two, you should really know this by now.” The left side of my mouth rose in amusement.

  “As a doctor, I’m well aware of the dos and don’ts, however, when the love of my life and our children are concerned, awareness is null and void.” He pressed his lips to Katie’s forehead.

  Her eyes opened and blinked slowly before fully focusing on Collin. “Dahey.” Katie reached out for her father and he quickly cuddled her to his strong chest.

  Having been with Collin for three years, I’ve had him in the most intimate of ways, but to see him holding our daughter, watching him take on the role of protector and caregiver always made my insides melt. When he looked to me and winked, my thighs ignited and he knew it. Sometimes I think his desire to have another baby so quickly was simply because of the horny side effect. It took a moment to bring my thoughts back to the present task—getting ready for this evening. I walked over to Victoria.

  “Let’s see, we need to pull your hair up on your head and place the tiara right about here, right?” My fingers were pressing onto her head about two inches from her hairline.

  “Yep.” The excitement in her eyes was infectious. I leaned forward and kissed her head before sending her off to shower.

  “I can take Katie to lie down for a bit before we get her dressed,” Steph offered.

  “I’ll carry her in.” Collin walked the sleepy girl toward her room with Steph following close behind. I took the opportunity to shower.

  Shaving my legs with a swollen stomach, even if it wasn’t very large yet, was difficult and I cursed myself for not going to get them waxed last week. Just as I moved into my flamingo position, Collin’s naked body wrapped around me.

  “Damn it, Collin,” I yelled. “I have a razor,” I looked up at him, “Are you trying to make me cut myself?”

  “I think we both know the last thing I want is for harm to come to you.” A familiar smolder burned in his green eyes. I began to push space between us.

  “Collin, we have to get ready and I still need to shave my legs.” With one arm stretched out in front of him, he pressed forward until my back was against the wall.

  “Give me the razor.” He must have thought I was crazy. There was no way I was going to let him shave my legs. “Don’t give me that look,” he smiled, “trust me.”

  Hesitantly, I handed over the razor. With my back against the wall, I gasped when he moved to his knees before me. Taking one of my legs, he applied the shaving lotion before slowly and precisely following the curve of my leg with the razor. Never had I thought this would be such a turn-on, but hot damn it was erotic.

  The way his long fingers slid across my skin and the delicate way he moved the razor filled my body with desire. Heat spread across my chest and face, embarrassed with myself for getting so worked up. When he finished and looked up, still on his knees, I saw my lust reflected back in his eyes.

  After making time for a lovely shower rendezvous, we both dressed for the evening. Collin’s black suit was cut perfectly for his broad shoulders. I found myself trying to prevent my hands from stripping him down and hiking my dress up.

  Knowing we couldn’t be late, I took one last look in the mirror. The gray satin, empire waist dress was comfortable and complimented my current figure. With his hand placed on my lower back, Collin walked me out of our bedroom toward our girls’ rooms. His hand slipped down over my ass just as I entered Victoria’s room. God, I love him.

  “Do you need help with anything?” I called out and sat my purse on top of her dresser.

  “Nope, I got it.” Victoria stepped out in a fluffy white gown with layers of light mauve tulle around her waist and a large dark mauve satin bow tied in the front. Her hair was pulled up into a high bun and the tiara fit perfectly. A tear formed in my eye as I looked her over.

  “You look beautiful.” Collin voiced what I couldn’t say without bursting into tears.

  “Thank you, Daddy.” She smiled proudly.

  Victoria and Collin had only gotten closer as the years passed. Every month for the past year, Collin took Victoria on a “daddy-daughter” date. It was always just the two of them and it usually lasted for a minimum of four hours. They had become the best of friends.

  “Mum.”

  We all turned as Steph walked Katie into Victoria’s room. She wore the same dress as Victoria, minus the tiara. Victoria pushed by us and was the first to reach her sister.

  “Look at you, Katie, you look like a princess.” Victoria kissed her head.

  “We match.” Katie giggled at the big sister she adored.

  “Okay, ladies, we need to get going,” Collin announced while rubbing his hands together. “Steph, are you ready or did you need more time?”

  “No, I’m good. I’ll go grab the diaper bag.”

  Steph headed to Katie’s room while we went down the stairs, Collin carrying Katie. We slipped into our coats and made last minute checks to ensure we weren’t forgetting anything. Collin escorted all of “his ladies” to the car and we were off.

  As soon as we arrived to the NHS Hall of the Seattle Botanical Gardens, I took in the beauty. The gardens were lit with warm yellow lighting, and the stone walkway was filled with the smell of fragrant exotic plant life. Allison had really done a lovely job finding the location for the wedding. Inside there were enough round tables to seat at least twohundred fifty people, and probably more. Allison, dressed in a long dark mauve dress, approached us quickly.

  “I need the girls to come to the back room with me.”

  Victoria quickly took Katie from Collin and walked toward Allison.

  “Maybe I should tag along.” I stepped forward, but Steph’s hand stopped me.

  “Go sit. I’ll help with the girls.”

  “Thank you, Steph,” Collin answered before I could. Placing his hand on my lower back he guided me through the double doors and into the room of round tables.

  The flowers and plants decorating the hall were amazing. Tea lights surrounded the centerpieces, and candelabras lined the walls. It was so simple, elegant, and intimate. Excitement for the evening built into a thousand butterflies. Looking to the front of the room, my eyes settled on the arch of creeping ivy. Just then, Larissa caught sight of us and waved us to a table in the front.

  As we made our way through the mostly filled tables, I caught sight of Dominic. My brow furrowed briefly wondering why he was here, but then I saw Kenly seated two seats from him with little Dom on her lap. The moment I made eye contact with her I smiled.

  Dominic hadn’t had much luck where Grace was concerned. The DNA test proved Dom was his, and for a couple of months, I thought Dominic wasn’t going to be able to handle it, especially when Grace resurfaced, begging to be with her son. It lasted only a month before she disappeared again in the middle of the night.

  The last we heard of Grace, she was living in Hollywood with an up-and-coming photographer. Collin had gotten in touch with her long enough to demand she sign away her rights to Victoria. In true Grace fashion, it took mone
y for her to comply with our wishes. The moment her maternal rights were officially terminated, we filed a petition for adoption. When everything was finalized, we celebrated with a four-day weekend at Whidbey Island, just the four of us.

  As for Dominic, he couldn’t get Grace to relinquish anything, but my concern with his handle on his child was completely misplaced. Dominic was a very attentive and active father. Baby Dom came first and foremost in his life, although in defense of my apprehension, he did like the appeal his son had on women. He had even referred to him as unmatchable foreplay for women. I didn’t exactly appreciate his remark, but I also didn’t expect any less from him in that area.

  Kenly had been an amazing addition to his household. She was fantastic with the baby and held no intimate interest in Dominic, a huge blow to his ego until he met her girlfriend. She was perfect for a live-in nanny in his house.

  Reaching our table, Larissa immediately began rubbing my baby bump before touching her own belly. My eyes widened in question. She shrugged.

  “We‘ve started trying again.” A smile crept over her face.

  “I’m so happy for you.” We embraced.

  Soft music began and the guests moved into their seats. A woman in a long robe stepped up to the archway with a smile on her face and a book in her hand.

  “Welcome, friends and family, please take your seats.”

  Collin pulled out my chair and I settled in next to Ilene. Drake, her romantic interest, was on her right with his arm around the back of her chair. They were still an unusual pair, but it seemed to work for them. Collin’s hand on my knee pulled my attention to him. He scooted his chair closer to mine, just as a string quartet walked through the crowd playing soft string music.

  Once they reached their places at the front of the room, the song changed. Doors opening at the back of the room made everyone turn in their seats. Victoria walked through holding Katie’s hand as they tossed rose petals down the aisle. Tears welled in my eyes. Collin handed me his handkerchief.

  Allison entered with her daughter, Lucy. Lucy was the polar opposite of the twins – shy, quiet, and subdued. I wasn’t sure where those traits came from because neither Allison nor Jonathan displayed those tendencies. Briefly I scanned the room, checking to see if Jonathan was in attendance. I was sure he was somewhere in the room, given the obsessive nature he had developed, constantly trying to win Allison back after the birth of their daughter.

  The bridesmaids, Victoria, Katie, Lucy, and Allison, lined up at the front of the room as Juliet and Connor entered together. Everyone rose at their entrance. Juliet’s dress was simple yet amazing. When they reached our table, Collin stepped forward to hug his father and kiss Juliet on the cheek. Max followed suit. When the bride and groom stood before the minister, we took our seats. Katie’s eyes landed on Collin, and she bolted for him.

  “Dahey,” she gurgled, gaining quiet laughs. Collin was quick to grab her up and bring her to the table with us. She clung to him and laid her head on his shoulder. I rubbed her back and kissed her head.

  As I sat back listening to Juliet and Connor vow to love each other for the rest of eternity, my eyes flitted to Victoria who stood with a large smile next to Lucy and Allison. Then I looked to Katie cuddled in Collin’s lap. My hands caressed the bulge of my abdomen. A smile spread on my lips. Maybe tonight was a good night to tell Collin my little secret. He was getting a son.

  About the Author

  V.S. Tice currently resides in Central Pennsylvania with her husband and two children. She is a self-proclaimed foul- mouthed, book nerd who loves reading genres ranging from Young Adult to Romance to Horror to Erotica, and works fulltime saving spreadsheets and marketing materials one click of her mouse at a time.

  To escape the structured, methodical confines of her day job, she delves into her overzealous imagination producing dystopian worlds and romances.

  Although V.S. Tice has recently transitioned from writer to published author, she has been participating in online writing communities for several years. Having started her ‘public’ writing career through fanfiction, it took a while before she was pushed, shoved, and cattle-prodded into writing her very own works of fiction. She told everyone she was never going to be good enough to stand alone and that they would see how wrong they were. Needless to say, she’s been eating her words and her husband is the leader, shoveling them in quicker than she can swallow.

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