“Well Doc, yesterday morning I was suddenly sick, since then I can’t stop throwing up and I feel so tired. Thinking maybe it’s a bug, but you know, it’s best to find out. I’m never ill. I lived on the streets for three years and was never poorly. Bit worried that’s all.” I shrug at her.
“I see. Well let’s take your blood pressure and temperature.” She fastens the blood pressure cuff around my bicep and then switches the machine on.
I feel it tighten around my arm and then hold a few seconds before releasing the pressure. “A tiny bit on the high but nothing to be worried about. Right let’s take your temperature.” She presses an earphone type machine into my ear for a few seconds and then it beeps and she takes it away. “Strange, temperature is absolutely fine.”
I sit dazed, wondering what the bloody hell is wrong with me then.
“Abigail, when was your last period?” the doctor asks me.
“Erm, it’s been a while. I’m on the POP so I haven’t had a period since I started that about six months ago.” I nibble my bottom lip relentlessly.
“Well I’d like you to take a test just in case. It could explain the vomiting and tiredness. Take this cup and do a sample in it for me then bring it back.” She hands me a cup and then leaves me to it.
I walk from the bedroom into the en-suite. I sit on the toilet placing the cup between my legs.
Finishing, I wash my hands and stare into the mirror already knowing what the answer is going to be and feeling myself panic slightly.
“Everything alright in there, Abbi?” The doctor knocks on the door.
“Yup, just coming,” I tell her, opening the door and walking back into the bedroom.
“Here.” I hand her the cup with my urine in.
She dips a stick into the fluid and then lays it on a flat surface for a few minutes before picking it up again.
“Well we have our answer for the sickness now. Congratulations you are pregnant Abigail. You will need to arrange an appointment with the midwife for an ultrasound to date your pregnancy as we can’t estimate conception date.” She hands me the test to look at, I look at the two little lines stating my positive pregnancy. “I’ll prescribe you some anti-sickness tablets to help with the nausea.” She scribbles on a prescription pad and then tears it off for me.
“Thanks Dr. Lewis,” I tell her quietly as she leaves the room. My nerves are running crazy around my brain. My heart is beating at a million beats per nanosecond. If I had normal blood pressure a moment ago it isn’t anymore. I feel as though I might have a heart attack.
A few minutes later I hear Leighton enter the room.
“So what’s the situation, did she say what could be wrong?” I ignore him, still shocked.
“Abbi, what’s wrong baby?” I hear his panicky voice. He turns me around, the test still in my grasp.
I pass him the test and watch his reaction change from scared to a mixture between happy and nervous.
“You’re pregnant?” he asks me nervously.
I nod. “Yes you’re going to be a father Leighton.” I tell him still feeling unsure of my own feelings. I sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing my hands over my face.
I feel the bed dip beside me “Abbi what’s wrong baby? Are you not happy?”
“I don’t know if you want a baby, I’m scared you won’t want me.” I tell him up straight, the fact I’m pregnant making me stupidly paranoid that he wouldn’t want a fat, waddling women when he could have a sexy, leggy blonde.
“How could I possibly not want you? You are beautiful.” He brushes my hair from my face so he can see me a little.
“I’ll be fat and waddle like a fucking penguin Leighton!” I snap at him and then burst out crying for no reason whatsoever. “I’m going to be a fucking penguin.” I carry on sobbing, then persist to feel violently sick and run to my obvious favourite spot at the moment, the ceramic tiled floor of the en-suite.
Flushing away the vomit, I rest my head on the bowl. “Baby it’s going to be okay. Everything will be fine. Yes you’ll get fat, and you may waddle but you’ll be fucking sexy, I’ll still want to fuck your brains out. Your big beautiful tummy will have my little Squishy in there, kicking and moving about. I could never not want you. I didn’t think I could love you anymore than I did but I do, I’m complete now.”
I throw myself in his arms still crying like a little girl. “Just promise me Leighton that when I am an elephant you’ll still lie and tell me how lovely I look.”
“I won’t need to lie sweetheart, because you will be fucking gorgeous. I love you princess and I already love our baby, our little Squishy.” He pulls me into his embrace, squeezing me firmly and tightly to his intoxicating chest.
I hug him back, laughing at his over the top affection. “We’re going to be parents Leighton. Us, me, you, together, Parents. Wow.” I blow out a breath over exaggeratingly. “And I don’t think it’s that small to be honest, I already have a bump. Great, I’m getting fat already.”
“You’re gorgeous Abigail, so shhh. What’s next? What do we do now?” he asks me with a huge smile painted on his handsome, roguish face.
I rub both of my small petite hands over his stubble and bring his face to mine, placing a delicate little kiss on his full lips then looking up to him. “Now Leighton, I contact the Midwife and get booked for a dating scan.”
“How far along are you, do you know?” All these questions.
“No I do not, the pill stopped my menstrual cycle so I could be anywhere from a few days to four months. The scan will tell us.” He looks confused.
“What’s a menstrual cycle?” His eyebrows pinch together trying to look cool and collected.
“My period dipshit.” I playfully slap his chest.
He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, smashing his mouth onto mine. His tongue seeks entrance quickly, socialising in a heated exchange with my own.
“Don’t call me a dip-shit darling. I’ll spank that pretty little arse of yours red.” My pussy floods, my arousal dampening my knickers. I gulp down the lump in my throat.
“Like the sound of that do you sweetheart? My big hand colliding with your soft pale flesh, turning it a beautiful shade of scarlet?” I just nod, still trying to swallow the lump that has formed and lodged in my throat.
“Maybe another time babe. We need to contact this midwife. I want to see my bubba ASAP.” He kisses me once, winks at me, slaps my arse playfully then turns to leave.
“Oh no you don’t mister, you sort me out now. You can’t leave me all wet and horny like this.” I pout my bottom lip and give him my puppy dog eyes. “Pwetty pwease can you help me?” I flutter my eye lashes at him. “I did give you a baby and all. I’m going to get all fat and I need you to make me feel better baby.” I lay the guilt trip on hard.
“You madam, are very naughty. Bend your pretty arse over the bed, now.”
I jump up and down and clap my hands, “Yes sir.” I remove every stitch of my clothing slowly, bending at the waist and grab my ankles, shaking my arse for his eyes. My pussy is wet and glistening for his view.
He slaps my arse a little harder than before and then rubs his hand over the hand print. “Damn that is one fine cunt Abigail. Stroke it baby, put your fingers in there. I want to see your cum on them,” he commands me, his dominant tone flooding me further.
I bring a hand up and stroke between my aching folds, spreading my liquid through parted thighs. I circle my clit slowly, sending orgasmic jolts through my system, my body trembling and my legs becoming slightly weak.
Leighton grabs my wrist stopping me from rubbing my needy clit. “I said put your fucking fingers in yourself not rub your clit. Now do as your told Abigail or do I need to instruct you on how to obey?”
Holy Fuck. My pussy trickles a little fluid just at the deep growling tone.
I stick two fingers between my lips and plunge them into myself.
“Ahhh, Leighton that feels so good baby,”
I moan at him, as I continue pummelling them into myself.
“That’s it Abbi, finger fuck that tight little cunt like I do. Push them in deep baby.” I thrust harder chasing the orgasm that’s slowly approaching; my eyes shut tightly trying to stop myself from melting to the floor.
I hear a loud groan from behind me, I open my eyes and peer between my parted legs and see Leighton stroking his now rock hard dick. “FUCK,” I hiss between my clenched teeth, my climax so imminent I could taste it.
“You see what you do to me Abbi, you make me so hard baby, that sexy little pussy of yours on show, your fingers fucking it hard and fast. I’m gonna shove my dick in you so hard you feel it in your fucking throat you sexy fucking bitch. You want me to fuck that arse of yours Abbi?” God did I, I think I’d kill someone for him to fuck me anywhere.
“Yes, Leighton, please?” I beg him.
“What do you want Abigail? Tell me.”
“Fuck me please Leighton.” I once again beg him, complete and utter conviction in my tone.
“Where, where do you want my hard dick angel? In your mouth, your dripping pussy or your tight arsehole?” I feel his cock now rubbing against the crease in my bum; my fingers still continue their onslaught inside of me.
“Fuck my arse, please, fuck my arse while I fuck myself with my fingers. I need you now Leighton, please.” I’d make a deal with the crossroad demon right this second just to get some fucking relief.
“Fuck baby, you’re so hot.” He removes my fingers from inside of me then replaces the emptiness with his own, spearing me deep, my juices running down his hand and onto my legs. Removing his own hand he slathers my anus with the collected wetness from my pussy, lubricating the entrance of my arse.
“Hold tight baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars.” I feel him push against my tight hole, slowly but surely making his inward journey.
I cry out a little as the pain becomes intense and nearly unbearable. I can feel my hole being stretched beyond capacity and I beg God to allow him entrance. I need him there now.
“Relax baby, I promise it will feel amazing.” He teases my entrance, slipping the tip of his hard cock in before retreating, each time the intense pleasure dissipating spontaneously.
“Jesus, Leighton, just fuck me!” I scream at him, his torment is driving me insane. I slam myself back onto his dick as it fills me up. “Yessss,” I moan loudly.
“Abbi, God Abbi you’re so tight. Such a perfect fit for me as always. Now fuck that cunt hard and fast with those fingers. I want to see three in you now.” His hands grasp my hips hard, digging, spiking my arousal to a whole new level.
I feel him pull out slightly and then the fullness of him slamming back into me.
“Leighton, I’m going to cum baby, I’m going to cum around my fingers, fuck me harder. I need it rough,” I demand him.
He picks up a brutal, fast pace, slamming three hard times before I literally squirt onto my hand, flooding myself and the floor with my orgasm.
Leighton’s dick swells inside me and then he roars his release into my ear, “Argghhh, fuck, take it all Abbi, I’m filling that tight arse with my cum.” When he stills, and pulls out, some of his release escapes and joins mine on the floor.
His head rests between my shoulder blades. “God damn Abigail. That was incredible.” He kisses my neck and pulls me into him. “Bath time sweetheart and then we need to call the midwife.” He beams a perfect smile to me and then leaves to fill up the tub.
My legs feel like jelly, and are weak as I try to take a step and then slip on the cum on the floor and fall onto my bum. I laugh and lie back on the laminate and sigh. I feel utterly content and happy this very moment.
I rub my now obvious little bump, not my food baby, my actual baby. “Hello Squishy. It’s Mummy here, I love you so much already, me and Daddy will always love you. You will want for nothing.”
“Baths ready baby,” I hear Leighton calling affectionately from the bathroom.
“I’m coming.” I get myself up from the floor, stretch and then make my way to my man.
“No you already did that.” He chuckles softly aloud.
I awake the next morning, do my usual throwing up ritual and then contact the perinatal unit at the hospital to arrange an appointment with the midwife for my dating scan.
“All booked?” Leighton asks me as I enter the kitchen after getting off of the phone to the nurse.
“Yup, next Friday. That’s less than a week away.” I smile as I slide my hands around his back and lean my head on his chest; his soft lips place delicate kisses atop my head.
“Wow, that’s soon. When can we tell people?” His excitement is clearly visible through the huge smile beaming from his face.
“We’ll see how far along I am in the scan, if it’s over my first trimester I don’t see any problem. I just want to make sure the baby is safe first. Okay?” He nods at me, using a single fingertip under my chin; he lifts my chin up meeting my lips with his.
“I love you Abigail, so much.”
“I love you too Leighton, too much.” I snuggle back into his chest.
“So listen baby, I have to go out all day today, I have a business meeting, did you want to ask Maria round? The boys will be with me so she’s on her own today as well.” Business meeting, meaning their going to be disposing of someone for somebody.
“I’d like that; I haven’t had a catch up with her in a while. I’ll ring her babe, you get off to work. And be safe please.” I kiss him deeply, sliding my tongue along his.
“I will Angel. I’ll be back tonight. I love you.” He strokes my stomach before turning; picking his phone up from the counter along with his Aston Martin keys, blowing me a kiss and leaving.
I pick up my own phone and dial Maria’s number.
“Hey hun,” I hear through the speaker, “What can I do for you?” Her breathlessness is a clear signal that she is busy.
“Leighton’s out for the day with the boys and I wondered if you fancied coming over and keeping me company,” I ask her politely, silently sorry for interrupting her ménage à trois.
“Sure thing hun. I’ll be over in a bit, I’m just erm, saying goodbye to the boys before they go to work.”
“I bet you are. You enjoy babe. I’ll see you soon.” I hang the phone up, a smile on my face at the thought of my best friend and her men.
After hooking up with the brothers at Scott’s birthday party a few months ago, the three of them have become one, everywhere one goes the other two follow. She is hopelessly and devastatingly in love with the two of them. It was kind of sickening and I was stupidly jealous of her sexy three way, two men showering her with undivided attention all night, licking, biting and fucking all of her over and over at the same time.
My knickers feel a little damp at the thought of another man joining me and Leighton; hmm I kind of like the idea a little too much.
I spend the next thirty minutes tidying and cleaning the kitchen of the breakfast things.
“Abbi.” I hear Maria shout through the hallway.
“In the kitchen babe,” I shout back to her, closing the door on the dishwasher and switching it on to clean. Washing my hands and drying them I brush my top down.
“Morning.” She kisses my cheek with her flustered red cheeks.
“You’re such a bitch,” I tell her pouting my lip.
“And why’s that huh, I aint done nothing to hurt you?” She winks at me knowing I’m not actually upset with her.
“I’m just fucking jealous of you, two men every day. I bet it’s bloody incredible.” I lean my elbows on the worktop and then place my chin in my hands.
“Mmmhmm, it’s pretty damn fantastic, to be honest I don’t think I could ever just have one man on his own again. Look at this.” She pulls her trousers down below her arse cheek, turning to show me her thong clad arse.
I gasp as I witness the scarlet red welts that mark both cheeks.
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“Shit that’s hot,” I tell her in a raspy voice, running my fingertips over the top of them. The bumped surface sends tingles through me and my head decides to concoct images of me and Leighton engaging in the same activities. It would be incredible to say the least.
“I know right, it is even hotter when it’s happening. Those boys seriously know what they’re doing. I can’t get enough of them.”
“As I’ve already said, I’m jealous. Did you know Leighton likes men as well?” I ask her, visualising him and another man together. It makes me even hornier than I already am.
“Really? Now that would be fucking hot. Leighton is so sexy, I can only imagine how hot that’d be.” I see her face is now also imagining my boyfriend fucking another man.
“Yup, I might have to mention it to him. I’m sure he’d be up for it.” I carry on daydreaming, until a cough disrupts me from my thought.
“I think you need to stop the fantasising before you have a wet floor.”
I slap her arm playfully, “Stop it.”
“So it’s gone lunchtime and we need to catch up, wine?” she questions me.
“Oh yes definitely.” I reach into the wine fridge and pull a bottle of Rosé out and collect two glasses from the cupboard.
“Sit,” I point to the sofa in the lounge when we reach there. “So how you been hun?” I ask her, pouring us both a generous amount, taking a sip and then relaxing back into the couch.
The wine warms my throat then hits my stomach, making its way back up towards my throat.
“Shit.” I clamp my hand over my mouth, jump from the sofa and run the length of the house again to the closest bathroom.
I throw the door open, drop to my knees; now aching from the continuous pressure put on them, and spew my entire breakfast into the bowl.
“Argghhh.” I wipe my mouth with some tissue and dispose of the lot down the drain.
“What the hell is that all about Abbi?” Maria stands at the doorway to the bathroom, a worried look plastered on her perfect little face.
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