“Do you have anything on this plane other than peanuts and club soda? I’m tired of sitting on my pregnant ass on this ridiculous plane and I’m starving.”
I turned my head to catch a glimpse of Law and Blue. Law’s eyes were bugged out in disbelief while Blue was giggling into his armpit. I could see him thinking about Blue behaving that way and not knowing how he would handle it. I was pretty confident that once I got her off this damn plane her attitude would calm down a lot but until then, I’d let her flip out if that’s how she wanted to act.
After all she was the one carrying my twins inside that perfect temple of hers, not me.
Kelly smiled empathetically at Liv. “I understand. I have a thirteen month old at home and I hated flying when I was pregnant. I’ll grab you something from our stash. I will be right back Mrs.?”
“Hawthorne.” Liv replied in a small voice.
“Okay. Mrs. Hawthorne, I will be right back. Sit tight.”
Liv nodded as she lowered her head, starring at her hands. I wanted to scope her up in my arms and reassure her that she didn’t do anything wrong. She felt how she felt, no one was judging her for it. If someone on the plane felt otherwise, I’d fuck em up if they had a problem with my wife.
Liv kept her head down as she fiddled with her fingers in her lap. I picked up the blankets that she threw to the floor when she started her temper tantrum.
Kelly reappeared with a handful of goodies for Liv. “Okay. Mrs. Hawthorne, I have no idea what you like so I brought you some options. Not that they’re the healthiest choices, but I hope it will help with the hunger pains.”
Liv looked up at the woman and smiled at her. “Thank you. I’m sorry for being rude. I don’t have a handle on certain emotions.”
Kelly brushed off her apology. “Please. That was nothing; just wait until you’re in labor. That’s when your true colors come flying out.” She laughed at herself, handing over the items she brought for Liv.
Liv accepted the apple, bottle of orange juice, bag of little Debbie’s blueberry muffins, and a bag of her favorite strawberry-flavored Twizzlers.
Kelly walked away as Liv just stared at the food in her lap.
“Stop baby. You wanted something to eat; now you have options, so eat. If you’re not going to eat the apple I’ll take it.”
Her face pulled into a frown as she stared at the snacks on her lap. She grabbed everything including her Twizzlers and tossed them on my lap.
“You can eat it all.” She said in a flat tone.
I looked at my watch, praying the damn plane would land soon. If she wasn’t pregnant or not supposed to be having rough sex, I would have dragged her ass into the small ass bathroom and fucked her temper out of her.
The fasten-all-seat-belts light came on as the announcement was made that the plane was preparing to land. I pulled on her seatbelt to make sure it was secure and grabbed her hand in mine. She didn’t pull away or move until the plane rocked slightly from turbulence. She squeaked, grabbing my arm holding onto it as if her life depended on it.
I tried to pry my arm free to hug her into my side, but she wouldn’t budge or let up on her grip. The plane rocked a little more before it straightened out and she grabbed the apple on my lap taking a huge bite out of it, chewing frantically.
I opened the bottle of orange juice and she grabbed it from me as soon as the cap twisted off. Next, I opened the bag of blue berry muffins and she handed me back the juice bottle; grabbing the muffins, stuffing two in her mouth. By the time, the plane reached the runway and landing the muffins, apple, orange juice, and Twizzlers were finished.
God! I hope she didn’t get a stomach ache from eating all that crap so fast.
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There was no luggage for us to haul around. The two suitcases I packed for Liv I left in the truck; she needed new clothes anyways. As far as her bra and panties, she really didn’t need to wear either around me.
Of course, I would tell her to buy some because I did have plans to wear her out doing different things because sex was off limits.
Yes, it was off limits!
I was hoping the more I said those words in my mind, the more I would abide by them. It was going to be hard denying her of anything, especially me, but I know she didn’t want to have what happened this morning repeat itself and neither did I.
“Hey bro, you mind getting the rental while I take Liv the Applebee’s by the airport’s main entrance?”
“Nope, we got it. Save us some seats we’ll be right back.” Law grabbed Blue’s hand and dragged her away, slapping her on the ass hard.
The fucker was going to go fuck his wife somewhere in the airport; I read it in his eyes. If the security was paged overhead while he was gone, I’d know it was him. Knowing him, he would probably get caught fucking her in the cockpit of a plane.
I shook my head after them, taking Liv’s hand in mine. She was still quiet and pensive.
“You still hungry baby?”
She looked up at me shyly. “I feel like everything I just scarfed down is stuck in my throat.” She said with a yawn.
I pushed us out of the way of coming and growing traffic. I tilted her chin for her to look into my face. “Heartburn is a bitch baby; I used to get it before fights; every fight actually. Let’s go get you some Tums then we eat some descent food, okay?”
She half smiled at me. “How bad was I? Please don’t sugar coat it. I was acting like a class-A bitch, wasn’t I?”
The faster I responded, the better this situation was going to be so I gave her my honest opinion. I pulled her into me by her hips so our chests could touch.
“Baby, you went to sleep peacefully and woke up like a pissed off mamba snake. I’ve never seen anything like it. Some say you were being a real bitch, but I say you were just being a beautiful pregnant mess; a hungry, annoyed, and irrational pregnant mess. Is that honest enough for you?”
She laughed at my response with glimmering eyes. “That bad, huh?”
“Yep. That bad baby. Law was scared straight with his jaw sitting on his lap, watching you flip out. You already know I was laughing my ass off with Blue.”
“Oh boy. Tums and lun-din it is.”
“La-what?”
“You know, lunch and dinner because lately all my lunches are the portions of a full dinner.”
I wanted to laugh, but she was too damn cute right now. “Come on. Let’s go baby. I’m pretty sure our favorite people are somewhere in the airport playing find the cock in the cockpit.”
“Gross Ocean!”
“Oh please. We would be too if the circumstances were different and we still might if you don’t start moving that sexy ass.”
I palmed her ass and her face flushed pink.
“How long did the doctors say we couldn’t have sex?”
I considered withholding that information from her but after what she did on the plane, I wasn’t that stupid. “Three to four weeks if you’re still spotting and two weeks if it stops completely.”
I read her expression and it was one of determination to beat the statistics on both scenarios.
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An hour passed easily as Liv and I sat in the restaurant. She ordered a Santa-Fe chicken salad while I ordered a 12oz. steak. Law and Blue where still nowhere to be found, but I wasn’t worried…yet.
I watched Liv as she ate because she looked so different to me now. That glow that people say pregnant women had was coming off of her in waves. Her features were dark naturally, but looking at Liv now was like looking at a sparkling ray of Sunshine. I had to hand it to Law, he definitely nicknamed her appropriately.
“So what exactly is it that I’m supposed to do to be in the clear? Did you ask if I could work out or at least walk the treadmill?”
I put my fork down, grabbing my glass of water. I really wanted to order a Corona but I wasn’t sure how she was going to react. She wasn’t the only one on edge, but I had to play it cool. I still had a bomb to drop on everyone-ot
her than Law.
“Well…docs say this is normal with first pregnancies and really there wouldn’t be any restrictions but because we’re having twins, they want to be safe it’s nothing more. They stressed the fact that you get plenty of rest, stay off your feet if you can, and keep hydrated; which they said was the most important.”
She grabbed her tall glass of ice water, downing it in huge gulps until all that was left were the melting blocks of ice.
I raised my eyebrow at her. “Freak!”
“Super freak baby. Get it right.” She winked back at me.
We laughed for a minute.
“Layla said once you get through your first trimester, you should be able to get back to walking and the treadmill.”
“That’s only three weeks away, not bad.” Starring off into space, her features went blank and I could feel her legs shaking against mine under the table.
I turned my head to follow her eyes and getting ready to take a seat three tables down from us, was a man in a nice looking business suit with a little girl in a purple dress. I turned back to Liv and her face was trained on them. I looked back at the man and little girl again. The resemblance of her father came to me.
Shit!
While I had my face turned to her, I heard Law and Blue’s laughter as they walked their way towards us. Well…Blue was wobbling all funny like her back was broken and Law looked properly fucked.
The table wavered as Liv rushed out of the booth making her way to the restrooms. Blue straightened out her walk immediately, rushing past me to follow her.
I got up right behind her reaching for her elbow. “I’ll go.”
She opened her mouth to speak but Law interrupted her. “Let him go Blue. He’s got her.” He pulled her back towards our table and I took off into the woman’s restroom.
A woman was walking out and as we nearly collided, she looked like she’d died and went to heaven when I bumped into her.
I stepped to the side, quickly pushing her out of the restroom with the door so she could get the hell out of my face. “Liv, baby.”
“Hmm.” The smaller stall opened and Liv walked out pale and wobbly.
I reached out to her to hold her up before she fell over. “Baby, I’m sorry.”
She looked up at me with a pained expression that broke my heart. “I never said goodbye, Ocean. My daddy died and I wasn’t able to say goodbye because I was too busy feeling sorry for myself. I miss him Ocean. God I miss him.” All her weight fell into my arms as I held her up.
I leaned up against the sick with her in my arms. As she cried, I pulled her hair up and away from her face.
“I know it hurts baby. Trust me, I know how it feels to have that guilt clinging to your heart and soul; never truly letting you rest peacefully or mourn the people you’ve loved and lost the way normal people do. He wants you to be happy baby. He wants to see you shine and he wants to see you fight. Come on, don’t break down now. Pretty soon you’ll have two little monsters in your arms and you’re going to have to be strong for them and me. I need you to be strong for me Liv. Can you do that for me Livie?”
Her face rose from my chest to look at me. “Are you angry with me?”
“What? Where would you get that from?”
“You just called me Livie. You only do that when you’re upset with me.”
“No baby. I promise I’m not mad at you. I never get mad at you. Annoyed? Yes, but never mad.” I said with a soft laugh and I added. “Actually, I call you Livie when I’m annoyed by her stubbornness and when you make me come so hard I can’t see straight...you never seem to remember that.”
She smiled, wiping her tears away.
“How about for the rest of our pregnancy I call you baby, all the time. No more Liv or Livie unless you’re making me come so hard I can’t see straight. Deal?”
Reaching around me to grab some tissues from the wall dispenser, she nodded. “Deal.”
Chapter Twenty
Livie
As expected, after Dulce and I returned from a mini shopping spree near the outlets of where we were staying, she bailed with Law to the beach after dinner. I didn’t blame her for it.
This place that Ocean and Law brought us to was beautiful. I felt like I was on some secluded island; only this island had everything I would need and more. We were rooming in a huge-and I mean huge- suite.
You could definitely say this was one hell of a honeymoon suite with just about every corner oozing sex. There was chocolate everywhere, red rose pedals, and candles that burned in the wall sconces were delicious.
I had to literally beg Ocean to shower while I did the dishes. I know he wanted me off my feet and to be relaxing in this paradise, but I wasn’t lazy like that. Even if this was my vacation, I at least had to do the damn dishes.
Being pampered and being sheltered are two very different things. Ocean was going to have to learn how to stop trying to shelter me… and just love me.
Rinsing the last glass, I shut the water off with a tap of my wrist. Turning around to place the two glasses on the drying rack on the opposite counter in mid-step, my left wrist went numb and the glass dropped to the shiny tile with a loud crash.
“Shit!”
Glass went flying in every direction. I was barefoot and pissed. My wrist was much stronger than before, but if I had a dollar for every time I dropped something from this wrist, I’d be Donald Trump rich!
I surveyed the kitchen looking for a rag big enough to wipe up the glass with, but there was nothing.
“Baby, you okay?”
Ocean came into the kitchen still wet from his shower when he took in the sight of glass scattered all over the floor.
Immediately, I felt completely embarrassed but not for the reason I would have thought or anyone that knew my past would have thought. I felt bad for simply not being able to wash a pair of freakin dishes without ruining something.
I set the glass still in my right hand back in the sink. “I’m sorry Ocean. I'm really, really sorry. I was carrying them to the rack when my left hand went numb. I’m so sorry. Give me your towel and I’ll clean it up.”
I think he was having a flash back or something because his face went pale and he was breathing in hard and shallow.
“Ocean! Towel! Now!”
He blinked a couple times before grabbing his towel, handing it to me in slow motion. I was so focused on cleaning up my mess that the fact he was wet and naked in front of me didn’t even register.
“Thank you. Don’t step in here. I don’t want you to get glass in your feet. Can you place the trash bin over there?”
"Li…baby, let me help you.” His voice was a whisper as he watched me.
I looked up at him as I squatted down to pick up the larger pieces of glass, careful not to cut myself. “I’m fine Ocean. Go get dressed. I made the mess. I can clean it up. You go get dressed. Please.”
He took a step back, keeping his eyes on me.
I smiled at him repeating myself. "Go. I’m fine.”
I really was fine; just wanted to clean up the mess so no one would cut the bottom of their bare feet while in the kitchen. I took my time while carefully moving about the beautifully tiled kitchen floor, picking up glass, and sweeping the entire area with the towel on my hands and knees.
After about thirty minutes of wiping the floor and my thorough back stepping to make sure I picked up every single piece of broken glass no matter how small, I threw away the towel full of glass and headed into the room.
Mission accomplished!
As I stepped in our room, Ocean was pulling up his grey sweat pants. He was grinning from ear to ear when he saw me walk in.
I flopped down on the bed, looking out onto the open balcony that overlooked the night sky and beautiful beach below. I could hear the waves crashing on the shore and it soothed me in a way I’ve never felt before.
Ocean cut off my view of the surrounding paradise as he stepped in front of me. I let my back fall against the huge bed co
vered in rose pedals and he came down with me while keeping all of his muscled weight off of me, of course. He kissed my nose, both cheeks, and finally resting his mouth on his sweet spot.
Smiling into my neck he asked. “You tired baby?”
“Honestly? Yeah. I’m drained, but I don’t want to go to sleep right now if that’s what you’re asking. This place is too beautiful to waste in sleep.”
He kissed my neck gently, pulling his face back to look down on me.
I wedged my hands between my ass and the mattress beneath me. I didn’t trust them with his chest and body so close.
He caught my adjustments with curious eyes and laughed his deep husky laugh. “Too close for comfort?" He asked with a grin on his face.
"No. I’m just trying to behave. You should be too.” I stick my tongue out at him to tease.
He swoops down to suck my tongue into his mouth. I ball my hands underneath me as my legs open wide using the back of my heels to bring his lower half closer to me. He moans into my mouth and I swallow it happily as my body betrays my better judgment. When he pulls back, he stands up shifting his sweats with a twinkle of discomfort in his eyes.
Monster was ready for war.
“Fuck.” He growled under his breath.
“Ocean just because we can’t have sex right now, doesn’t mean I can’t please you.”
“That right?”
I sit up, crossing my legs Indian style and looking up into his eyes. He steps closer and I clasp my fingers onto his sweats, pulling them down and unleashing Monster.
“Baby…”
He dips his thumb into my mouth, prying my lips apart while running this thumb along my bottom lip. With his free fingers, he pulls my chin up so he can look down into my eyes.
“Can I come in your mouth baby? I want you to swallow me. Can you do that for me?”
I moan responsively at his questions. It’s something we haven’t done yet and I would be lying big time if I said I didn’t want to taste him-swallow him. I reach for his hand, pulling his thumb out of my mouth.
“I want to taste you. I’ve been dying to taste those salty waves of yours, Ocean.”
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