I leaned into her form, molding my front to her back. “Do you like the feel of me so close to you?”
“Yes!” She was pleading with me and I loved it.
“Do you think I should give in to you and take you like you want?”
“Oh, God. Yes!” She shifted her ass to try and rub up against me.
I quickly swatted her butt and she stilled. I watched as my hand left a pink print against her skin. I continued to slap at it a couple more times, rubbing in the heat of my palm so she’d feel it radiate against her skin. “Do you know why I’m doing this, babe? I don’t want to hurt you, but you need to be punished for what you did today. I won’t have you risking yourself or our child again. I swore that if I got you back safe and sound, I’d spank you until you couldn’t sit down comfortably for a few days.”
She moaned with pleasure at my statement, and rather than fight the idea, she shifted and presented more of her ass to me. “Spank away, handsome.” Holy hell, she’s turned on! My little minx is getting off on this.
I didn’t expect this turn of events, which was making me so hard I was sure I could use my dick to hammer nails into the wall. I went harsh on her butt, giving her ten more strokes until it was bright and pink and emitting heat against my crotch, desire dripping down her inner thighs.
I turned her back over and loosened her restraints, but still kept her hands tied so she was defenseless against me. She looked up at me with hooded eyes, showing how intoxicated she was from the pleasure of a spanking.
“Are you ready to be ridden hard?” I crooned. “I have a feral need to claim you and show you and the world that you’re mine!”
Instead of responding verbally, she arched her back and spread her legs. The scent of her need was so overwhelming, nature took over and I found myself ramming into her hard. She’d unleashed a beast of lust and desire within me and the need to mark her as my own became primitive. She gasped at the first slide forward and then matched each of my thrusts with her own. I clamped down on her breasts with my lips and teeth, marking a couple of areas with love bites before moving to her neck and down her stomach.
I lifted up on my knees, picking her legs up and placing them atop of my shoulders so I could enter her deeper than I ever have. Her soft whimpers of pleasure became words of ecstasy. “That’s it. Oh, God! Yes! Yes!”
I felt her internal walls start to tighten against my cock, letting me know her orgasm was imminent, until it finally clamped down, milking me for everything I had as I pushed deep one last time and let go inside her, filling her with my seed, marking her as my own and reclaiming what was mine! I leaned over on her inner thigh and sucked as hard as I could to mark her with a love bite.
I stayed buried deep in her center while I moved forward to undo her restraints. Her arms came up to my neck and pulled me down into a sultry kiss, her tongue pushing forward into my mouth, claiming me in her own way. My cock began to twitch back to life.
While I wanted to continue making love to Laurel, I knew we both needed to get some rest; we were both spent after an emotional day. I pulled back just enough to ask, “Would you like to soak in the endless pool? I can put the hot tub at bath water temperature and we can soak for a while, or we can go upstairs and take a bath together.”
She looked around the room a bit, contemplating her choices before returning her gaze to mine. “I think I’d like to go to upstairs and take a bath together and relax in the comfort of our own bedroom.”
I slowly pulled out of her, not wanting to leave the comfort of her warmth, and grabbed my pants, slipping them on commando style. I helped Laurel to stand and watched the proof of our encounter drip down her legs, nearly driving me to my knees to go another round. I reached into the armoire and drew out a silk robe and wrapped it around her before lifting her up in my arms and carrying her to our room. The rest of our clothes could wait until tomorrow.
I awoke to Garrett’s scruffy beard and his nearly shoulder length locks tickling my face and neck.
“Wake up, sunshine. I brought breakfast and we need to get ready to go to the doctor’s shortly.”
I stretched and turned, not wanting to get up yet, but he persisted by finding my ticklish spots until I was begging for mercy and wide awake. I was a little sore from all of our “activities” last night. When we reached our room, we caved into another round in the bath tub and the bed before finally falling into exhaustive sleep. I was willing to give him as much pleasure as he wanted to show him how sorry I was for running.
Garrett moved from the bed to grab a tray. As soon as I sat up and smelled food, I instantly placed my hand over my mouth and ran toward the bathroom, just making it to the toilet before everything from the previous night came up.
He was by my side in no time, holding my hair away from my face so I wouldn’t throw up in it. He placed a cold, damp washcloth against the back of my neck and wiped my face when I finally hit the dry heaves. Always so efficient, he had a glass of water at the ready for me to rinse my mouth. I looked over at him, his face filled with concern. “Thank you,” I said softly, embarrassed that he was seeing me like this. “You’re my lifesaver!”
His hand came up to cup the side of my face as his thumb massaged my cheek. “No, you’re my guardian angel, Laurel. I just wish you didn’t have to go through all this to have our child.”
I laughed a bit. It almost sounded like he’d go through it for me if he could. “It’s just part of the cycle of life, hon. I’ll have this morning sickness for a while.”
“Not if the doctors can help you. Maybe there’s something they can give you to help ease the discomfort.” He was full of ideas, even calling down to Deidre to ask her to send up some saltine crackers and hot tea for me.
To my surprise, the crackers and tea did wonders, helping me feel well enough to eat a little bit of turkey bacon and a couple pieces of toast with peanut butter.
I felt like I was a feature attraction or something the way he watched my every move. His eyes followed every sip of drink and every bite of food I ate, asking me repeatedly how I was feeling and if he needed to grab a waste basket for me to be sick in. “Garrett, you need to let up a bit if you expect me to feel comfortable. Besides, morning sickness comes and goes. It’s not like having a hangover the next morning.”
He grabbed hold of my hand and placed both of ours on top of my stomach. “I’m just so enamored by how beautiful you look pregnant. You’re literally glowing, love. I already noticed some of the changes in your body last night.” He held my hand firmly against my stomach. “See what I mean?”
For the first time, I felt hardness there, showing me that there were indeed changes going on within me. How did I not notice this? Maybe because he’s the one who’s always bathing you, duh!
I walked into the bathroom and stared into the mirror, looking at myself both from the front and the side. From the front, everything looked just like before, but from the side, there was a small bump that seemed to appear overnight. To most it would be undetectable, but to me, it stood out like a sore thumb. “I can’t believe I’m already getting fat,” I complained.
Garrett came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and hovering just over my stomach. “You’re not getting fat, Laurel. You’re getting more beautiful every day. I can’t wait to see you change as our child grows inside you. To think, we created us here…” he trailed off.
The man who I knew as my love, my dominant, my control freak, my hero, my life, never ceased to amaze me with the depth of his affection. Once he seemed to let go of his regrets about the past, his level of compassion and devotion nearly quadrupled overnight. We were both headed for the unknown, but wherever we went, we would go together.
A couple hours later, Thompson was dropping us off outside a medical plaza not far from Garrett’s offices. Garrett’s hand pressed at the center of my back as he edged me towards the elevators, Dillon following behind us.
We slowly crept up to the seventh floor, where the doors op
ened to a large medical practice listing Dr. Ali Masterson and Dr. Samuel Ashad as the practitioners. We walked in and no one else, not even a receptionist, was present except for Dr. Chadler, my diabetic counsel, already waiting for us, rising to shake our hands and congratulate us on the good news. Did he pay to have the whole morning devoted to us, just to keep our secret private?
Garrett was about to move us to take a seat when Dr. Masterson came out and introduced herself as the perinatologist who’d be following me as a high risk pregnancy and ensuring that neither the baby nor I were stressed or at risk. Dr. Ashad followed behind her stating he’d be monitoring the growth of our child and if things proceeded as planned, we could potentially deliver by means of natural birth.
I felt my head spin for a second and needed to sit down. Wow, we only found out I was pregnant a few days ago and we’re already talking birth plans and complications?! This is happening way too fast.
Everyone’s face was filled with concern, including Dillon’s, who was trying to blend in with the background and doing a bad job of it. So I spoke up. “I’m fine, just talking about natural birth and all kind of freaked me out. I only found out about this a few days ago.” I squeezed Garrett’s hand. “I just need time to digest all this and get used to the idea.”
Dr. Ashad was the first to speak up. “Let’s bring you on back and get a definitive idea of how far along you are and what your due date is.”
They pulled Garrett and me into a rather large examining room, complete with an ultrasound machine. Dr. Masterson handed me a gown. “We’ll need you to remove everything, just as you would for your regular check-up, and sit on the table. Have the gown open to the front and feel free to drape the blanket across your legs to keep yourself warm. We’re going to show Dr. Chadler where he can wait until we’re done examining you.”
I grabbed hold of Garrett’s hand. I was nervous about the appointment, embarrassed by all the love bites he left on me last night, and on the verge of freaking out.
“Can I stay with her?” he asked with a hopeful look on his face.
“Absolutely,” Dr. Masterson stated.
We breathed a sigh of relief. I knew I couldn’t get through this without him. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, darling, not unless you ask me to, and even then you might have to fight me on the issue.”
He helped steady me as I changed and got a hooded look in his eyes as he saw the stirrups on the table. I just shook my head. “What kinky thought is running through your mind?”
He laughed. “How did you know it was kinky?”
I couldn’t help but smirk. “You get a specific look about you when your mind goes into the kinky zone.”
He held his hands up in defeat. “I give. You caught me. I was thinking it might be interesting to play doctor with you sometime. You know I love to role play, especially with you.”
Just when I thought he couldn’t take my breath away and surprise me, he does. “Well, that gives me something to think about today.” Then a thought occurred to me, wondering if I could put him in a state of shell shock. “I’ll let you know my thoughts about needing a ‘personal physician’ to attend to me at home later.” I gave him a wink.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Garrett’s eyes bug out of his head or his mouth drop, but if it could hit the floor, it would’ve. He got a wolfish grin about him and was starting to walk towards me when the door opened, interrupting our playful banter.
Dr. Masterson started going over a list of questions, having me answer them honestly, while Dr. Ashad had me lie back on the table as he felt my stomach, before we went through the whole process of a regular pap smear.
“Are you okay, Ms. Hart?” Dr. Masterson asked as my feet were placed in the stirrups. “You look a bit flushed.”
Nothing like embarrassment. Garrett caught himself about to laugh, before turning it into a cough. Thankfully, it was our little inside joke.
After the exam was completed, the ultrasound machine was pulled over and some gel was placed on my stomach. “We’ll try this way and see if we can get a picture. It may be still too early, we aren’t exactly sure how far along you are. Dr. Given’s reports state the portable ultrasound measurements indicated possibly 11 weeks.”
The ultrasound on top of the stomach was a no go. We were able to see a grainy image, but needed more detail to get a better idea of things. I breathed out, a bit frustrated that my feet would have to go back into the stirrups and the stupid wand thingy that looked more like a funky dildo would have to be used to take the measurements.
Garrett moved closer to my side, holding one of my hands as he stroked my face and stared at the screen. As soon as the wand was inserted, both of our breaths caught. We could actually see something with hands and legs moving all about. Before, we’d only seen a white moving spot. Wow. The development of this tiny little being amazed me and took my breath away. Dr. Givens wasn’t kidding about the quality of the portable ultrasound. Hmm, I wonder if Garrett’s thought of advancing the technology and quality of the portable ultrasound for his company? There’s an obvious need in this field of care. Maybe I’ll talk to him about it later.
Both docs proceeded to write down a bunch of information. They moved the wand a little here and there, stopped, took a picture for us, and then asked, “Would you like to hear the heartbeat?”
We both nodded. A soft, yet fast, beating noise filled the room. It sounded impossibly fast.
“Is that normal?” I wondered.
Dr. Masterson quickly silenced the heartbeat and turned the monitor towards her as she took over Dr. Ashad’s spot and moved the wand in various directions. I looked up at Garrett’s face, puzzled by their actions and worried that something was wrong. His face looked pale, wondering the same as me. He finally got up enough courage to ask, “Is everything okay with our child?”
She didn’t respond at first, continuing to move the wand and pressing one hand on my stomach, when she finally let out a sigh of relief. “Everything’s fine. We were just concerned by the heartbeat sounding the way it did. We both questioned if there was a congenital heart defect forming, but it seems that both of your children are fine.”
It took all of a second for Garrett and I to look at each other and then look at them, before saying in unison, “Both?!”
Dr. Masterson smiled and had Dr. Ashad turn the monitor back around. “We were hearing a dual heartbeat. Upon further inspection, it looks like you have another baby growing right behind this one, which is probably why Dr. Givens couldn’t see Baby B on the portable machine. It’s no wonder your HCG levels were through the roof with the initial bloodwork Dr. Givens ran. You’re carrying two babies.” She pressed on my stomach lightly as she angled the wand and a second baby came into view, moving its arms and legs about just like the first one.
I had to ask. “Are they identical or fraternal? Is there one placenta or two?”
Dr. Masterson tried moving the wand some more to get answers to my questions. “I’m afraid the second baby is in such a position that we aren’t able to tell if they share one sac or not. As they grow a little more, we’ll be able to determine whether they’re identical or fraternal twins.”
Garrett began peppering my face with kisses, squeezing my hand tightly and whispering, “Twins! You are my forever, Laurel. You’ve given me everything I never thought I’d have.”
I kissed Garrett in return, but was rendered speechless. I’d given into the idea of marrying Garrett and started accepting that, no matter what, I was about to become a mom in about six or seven months and now the mother of all bombs was dropped on me. Twins!
Dr. Masterson took another quick peek at the two babies, along with a photo, before removing the wand. Both the docs left the room so I could get dressed and relieve my bladder, requesting I provide them with a sample while I was in there.
When I was dressed, they came to get us so we could talk in their office. Garrett was more attentive than ever, not letting his hands o
ff me, treating me as though I was a fragile egg, ready to break at any moment.
We found Dr. Ashad talking with Dr. Chadler, bringing him up to date on their findings. There was concern etched on all their faces, but Garrett was never one to beat around the bush.
He got right to the point and voiced his concerns. “Is there a problem? Can we make it to the end of the pregnancy with two babies and Laurel having low blood sugar issues?” He tightened his hold on my hand. “I want the honest truth. I don’t want to lose the babies, but Laurel is more important to me. I will not risk harming her health or her life in the process. She’s my everything.”
Dr. Chadler was the first to speak. “It will be difficult, but if we can get your sugars regulated, I see no problem with things. We’ll just have to monitor you very carefully and on a more frequent basis.”
Dr. Masterson and Dr. Ashad spoke up, taking turns to explain things. “This pregnancy is doable and we can conceivably make it all the way to the 40 week mark, or as close to it as possible. You are currently 12 and half weeks along, so you are past your first trimester. Your level of nausea concerns us. You should be starting to move out of that phase, but it could be an effect of your sugars causing some of it. We can give you some meds to help with calming things down that will not harm you or the babies. You are considered a high risk pregnancy because of the blood sugar issue and the fact you’re carrying twins, but your youth and fitness level are an added bonus. We’ll just have to monitor you every three weeks for the next few months, then we’ll go to every other week for a couple months, and then onto weekly visits to test your stress levels.”
Dr. Chadler explained that his dietician, Deborah, would be in touch with a new dietary plan, given that my needs would continually change throughout the course of the pregnancy. She’d send over copies of sample menus and calorie counts to Deidre, since she did most of the cooking. He asked that I fax or email my blood sugar levels to him daily for the next week so he could see if there were any trends developing and he and Deborah would make necessary adjustments.
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