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Making Babies With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance)

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by J A Fielding




  Making Babies With Mr White

  A interracial BWWM romance by J A Fielding

  A follow up to the top selling African American / interracial romance stories (In order) 'Is Mr White Mr Right?', 'Mr White Proposes', 'Wedding Planning With Mr White' and 'My Honeymoon With Mr White'. The fifth in the series, and a must read!

  After tying the knot, talk between Natasha and Mitchell soon turns to having babies. After all, they plan on spending the rest of their lives together, so they might as well do it with a family. But will conceiving a baby be as easy as they initially think? Find out in this all new story!

  Join the interracial couple through ups and down as they try and get Tasha pregnant. Due to the nature of baby making, this book contains sexually descriptive scenes. :)

  Please only read if you're over 18.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  More Books By J A Fielding

  About J A Fielding

  Chapter 1

  The weather was beautifully warm when the Schmidts finally got back home. The trip from the airport was seemingly short especially since the two had decided to nap all the way home. It seemed the jet lag was a bit too hard on them.

  “Ahem,” the driver said loudly when they got home. He looked at the couple in the rear view mirror and was not surprised to see that they were still asleep. “Ahem,” he said again, a bit louder this time.

  “Oh, sorry. We’re just a bit exhausted from the flight, that’s all,” Mitchell said as he gently shook Natasha’s shoulder.

  “It’s all right, Mr. Schmidt. I understand,” the driver said and got out.

  “Tasha, we’re home. Wake up,” Mitchell said as Natasha’s eyelids fluttered open.

  “Already?” she asked as she stretched. Mitchell smiled and opened the door on his side.

  “I know. We can continue this little nap inside,” he said as they got out of the cab. The driver was walking towards the door carrying the last bag.

  Mitchell reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill when he walked back to the car.

  “Keep the change,” he said as he handed the driver the money. The driver beamed.

  “Thank you, sir. Very generous of you,” the driver said as he got back in the vehicle. They turned and slowly walked towards the door, both tired and exhausted from the flight.

  “Wait,” Mitchell said as they approached the door. “I have to do this right,” he said. Natasha looked at him in wonder.

  “Mitch, what the…whoa,” she said when he took her up in his arms. She looked up at him and smiled. “Oh, so this is what you meant,” she said as he carried her into the house.

  “Men have been doing this since way before time began. So, welcome home, my wife,” he said before bringing his head down and kissing her. She pulled away and smiled, then looked around the house. She suddenly felt as if this was a different house. Things were not the way she remembered them. She could have sworn that walls had been moved and repainted, and the furniture she remembered was no longer there. In its place were new seats, black in color. There were multicolored throw pillows all over the living room…the same way she would have redecorated.

  “Mitch…what happened to your house?” she asked as he placed her down. She walked towards the living room and noticed that his frat house table that had beer and tea stains was out and in its place was a black marble top dining table. The new paint and the low hanging chandelier gave the entire room a colonial feel.

  “That was my house. I needed to turn this into our house,” Mitchell said as he walked over to her. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. “I made sure everything was made exactly how you would like it,” he added. She turned around and kissed him. “Wait, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, pulling away.

  “Haven’t I seen enough?” she asked. He smiled and shook his head.

  “Come on,” he said as he took his hand. “You have to see the bedrooms,” he said, leading her through the hallway.

  “Bedrooms? How many do we have?” Natasha asked with a smile.

  “Three,” he said. “The other two don’t really matter. The master is what you must see. After all, you’ll be spending a lot of time in here,” he said as he opened the door to their bedroom.

  “What the…” her voice trailed off as she looked around. The bed she had come to know for so long as his had been replaced by a beautiful king size bed. The light brown carpeting was a perfect match to the drapes and wallpaper. She turned around and looked at him. “How did you orchestrate all these without my knowledge?” she asked smiling.

  “I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. I made all the plans before we left and left the project in the able hands of your good friend Rita,” he said. Natasha giggled at the thought of remodeling the house being called a project. She walked to the bed and sat down. He watched her run her hand over the smooth bedding. “She’s pretty talented if you ask me. Maybe she has more than just art in that hot headed mind of hers,” he said as he walked towards the bed.

  “Your house was beautiful as it was,” she said looking at him. He shook his head.

  “I needed it to be our house plus I knew how uncomfortable you were with the fact that I had fraternized with other women in this very house,” he said putting an arm around her shoulders. “I needed to make sure that you would feel at home and not like a guest,” he added as he planted a kiss on her forehead. She smiled.

  “This has to be the grandest gesture you have ever shown me,” she said. He laughed.

  “Grandest? What are we now, old English?” he asked with a smile. She shrugged.

  “Certain gestures call for certain measures of kindness, kind sir,” she said as she let her hair loose and began unbuttoning her blouse.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, looking at her. “I thought we were tired,” he said. She smiled and stood up to take her pants off. He looked at her standing before him in just her underwear.

  “We are tired. But before we get into bed, we have to test the shower,” she said as she unhooked her bra. He looked up at her and smiled.

  “You do know that the head that is tired will not be accountable for the head that demands…entry?” he asked looking at her. She smiled.

  “If you are going to, quote unquote, demand entry, then I would rather have a shower alone,” she said as she walked towards the bathroom. He took his clothes off in a rush and followed her. He caught her just before he she opened the door.

  “There are golf clubs in the closet downstairs. If I ever turn down the opportunity to see you naked as water streams down that sexy body, do me a favor and use one of them to beat me to death,” he said as he opened the door for her.

  He smiled when she gasped at the sight of the new bathroom. There was a beautiful steam shower cubicle and a huge cream colored tub a few steps away from the shower.

  “I am never leaving this room,” she said as she stepped into the shower.

  “We don’t ever have to,” he said as he closed the door behind them.

  *****

  “I just love what you have done with the place,” Stacy said as she took a sip of her wine. “I mean, I just saw it once before but even I can tell that there’s been a drastic change,” she said leaning back.

  “I know. And people have to pay for this shit. Can you imagine,” Mona asked as she bit into a piece of cheese.

  “Um, honey, I got paid for this,” Rita said matter of factly.


  “What? But you’re family,” Mona said with a smile. “I wouldn’t have paid you if you were me,” she said as Natasha walked into the living room carrying a bowl of fruit. The girls had decided to drop by when they heard of the couple’s return.

  “Don’t get me wrong, Mona. I was willing to do it for free but he seems to really love ripping those leaves off his checkbook,” Rita said.

  “True that. Mitchell had me send her another check after she declined the first one,” Stacy said. Mona took another piece of cheese.

  “Why wasn’t I in on this damned party when you got together with Prince Charming in the first place?” Mona asked looking at Natasha.

  “Don’t look at me, cuz. I invited you over for the longest time. You were always doing something,” Natasha said as she sat down.

  “Or someone,” Rita added without looking up. The girls looked at each other and laughed. “So anyway, this made me realize that I may be looking at a great career in interior décor,” she said with a smile.

  “What about your art?” Mona asked. Rita smiled and took a long sip of her wine.

  “That’s still in the keeps. I am not dropping it,” Rita said. “But interior design looks like something I would want to pursue,” she added. Natasha giggled making Rita give her a stern look. “What?” she asked.

  “Do you know how many things you have thought of doing?” Natasha asked as she took a seat on the floor.

  “How many? It’s not like I jump on every good idea or anything,” Rita said looking at Mona. “Right?” she asked. Mona shook her head.

  “I love you too much not to tell you the truth,” she said. “But every time you do something and it turns out well, you always talk of dropping everything and doing the latest thing,” Mona added.

  “That’s not true,” Rita said looking at Natasha and then at Stacy. “Is it?” she asked.

  “Honey, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but, isn’t that how you landed on art in the first place?” Natasha said as she placed a reassuring hand on Rita’s knee.

  “I think you just have to accept that you are multitalented,” Stacy said without looking up.

  “Guess you are right,” Rita said. Natasha smiled at her.

  “At this rate we’ll have a Rita events company, Rita arts gallery and Rita interior décor,” Natasha said.

  “Whitey is right. Just admit you are a woman of many talents,” Mona said. Natasha rolled her eyes.

  “Stacy, Mona. Her name’s Stacy,” Natasha said sternly. Mona smiled.

  “You know I don’t mean anything by it, don’t you?” Mona said with a smile. Stacy nodded.

  “Otherwise I would question the relationship between you and Leo,” Stacy said as she took a sip of her wine. Natasha and Rita smiled at each other. “Even Whitey here noticed,” Stacy joked.

  “Yeah, how is that going?” Natasha asked with a smile. “It’s been what, a month?” she asked looking at Rita who was now nodding. Mona shrugged.

  “Nothing serious yet, I hope,” Mona said as she leaned back in her seat. Natasha leaned forward. Her cousin had a look that she knew only too well, a look that only came about when Mona was smitten. Natasha had only ever seen that look twice, once when they were kids and the other time when Mona met her son’s father, right before he screwed her over.

  “Oh my God,” Rita and Natasha said in unison. Stacy looked at them, confused.

  “What? What happened?” she asked looking at Rita and Natasha, who were still staring at Mona. “Guys, what?” she pressed.

  “You see it too, don’t you?” Rita asked. Natasha nodded and took a sip of her wine, still looking at Mona.

  “Okay this is getting really annoying,” Stacy said. “Is this some kind of inside joke I don’t get?” Natasha shook her head.

  “No, sweetie. What we have here is a case of Mona falling in love,” Natasha said. Mona stared daggers at her.

  “I most certainly am not!” Mona said.

  “Watch it, Pinocchio, your nose is getting a bit long there,” Rita said. Mona felt her whole face flush.

  “Wow, I thought it was a friend with benefits kind of thing,” Stacy said as she turned around to look at Mona.

  “Trust me, us too,” Rita said. “So, Mo, when did this happen?” she asked. Mona shrugged.

  “First off, you all need to chill with the stare contest. Man, if looks could kill,” Mona said tugging at the sides of her sweater as if the room had suddenly become cold.

  “If looks could kill, you’d be the skeleton in my closet,” Rita said, making Natasha and Stacy laugh.

  “Not funny,” Mona said wagging a warning finger at them. “Anyway, I don’t want to count my chickens or anything but there could be something real with Leo,” she added, blushing.

  “Awww, our hard hearted Mona is finally falling in love,” Natasha cooed. Mona threw a cushion at her.

  “We’re happy for you,” Rita said with a smile. “I haven’t known Leo for long but from the little I have come to know him I can say that he is a pretty decent man,” she said as she stretched her arms out. Natasha smiled and looked at her phone vibrating on the table. She giggled and typed frantically before putting it back down. “Really? You guys just spent an entire month together,” Rita said.

  “How do you know it’s Mitch I’m talking to?” Natasha asked.

  “Tasha, no one else can make you giggle the way he does,” Stacy said. Mona and Rita nodded as Mona gave Stacy a fist bump.

  “Word,” Mona said. Natasha rolled her eyes.

  “Well, we’re still newlyweds, so screw you!” she said.

  “Is the bathroom still in the same place or is that one of the rooms he knocked out to make room for your fuck pad?” Rita asked standing up. Natasha laughed.

  “Down the hall to the right,” she said as Rita walked off. “So, Mona, are you in town for long?” Mona shook her head.

  “Just for the week. I just had to take care of a few legal formalities for Leo. Comes with the new job and all,” Mona said.

  “Oh yeah, how’s that working out for you?” Stacy asked with a smile.

  “Couldn’t be better! This is the first job I have had that has a good medical plan. It even covers Dash!” Mona said excitedly, making Natasha laugh. “Beats working at a drive-thru any day,” she added.

  “Really happy for you, honey,” Natasha said with a smile. She was glad that things were working out so well for Mona. She was the one person who had gone through hell and could still stand up holding her head high. Natasha had always looked up to her for as long as she could remember for being so strong willed. Mona had stayed strong through a messy divorce, when her ex cleaned her out and when he bailed out on child support despite the fact that Mona had spent all of her savings to get him started on his business. Natasha always thought that if she had been in Mona’s shoes, she would have probably taken her own life by now or something else equally ridiculous. She looked up to see Rita walking back. There was a really concerned look on her face.

  “Tasha, is there something you want to tell me?” Rita asked as she sat down. Natasha looked at her in surprise.

  “Like what?” Natasha asked still looking at Rita.

  “OK, this family has way too many secrets,” Stacy said under her breath as she looked up at the newly unfolding drama.

  “Should you even be having that?” Rita asked, pointing at the glass of wine in Natasha’s hand. Natasha looked down at the drink and shrugged.

  “The wine?” Natasha asked, looking confused. “Why shouldn’t I be having wine? It’s not like I’m pregnant or anything,” she said before putting the glass on the floor beside her. Rita walked up to her and looked into her eyes.

  “Are you sure?” Rita asked. Mona and Stacy’s gazes were now shifting from Rita to Natasha questioningly.

  “I think I would know if I was pregnant,” Natasha said.

  “So the nursery is just for show?” Rita asked, looking at her. Natasha raised her eyebrow at her friend.


  “Say what? What nursery? What the heck are you talking about?” she asked looking confused.

  “The one down the hall to the right? Guess you are yet to get used to your new house too,” Rita said as she held out her hand. “Come on,” she said taking Natasha’s hand. Stacy and Mona followed soon after even though they were not really part of the mini invite. As Natasha walked towards the said nursery, she felt a tightness in her throat. “Right here,” Rita said as she opened the door. Natasha gasped as she laid eyes on a full on nursery. She should have taken the damn tour last night when they got home. She looked around at the beautiful room, unsure of what she should feel. Happy, sad, or confused?

  “You didn’t know about this?” Stacy asked as she walked towards the crib. Natasha shook her head.

  “I was yet to take the tour of the whole house. We just got home last night,” Natasha said.

  “But this is good, right? You always wanted a little one of your own,” Mona said as she draped an arm around Natasha’s shoulders.

  “Yeah, this is what you always said you wanted. To be the mother your mother never was,” Rita said as she looked around.

  “Why are you even shocked? Wasn’t this your job?” Mona asked. Rita shook her head.

  “No, this was the one room I was not allowed to touch. I actually never went in. He must have wanted to be sure I wouldn’t blabber anything out to you,” Rita said.

  “Well, I am surprised. That’s for sure,” Natasha said. Stacy walked up to her and gave her a hug.

  “This is good. I’m so happy for you,” Stacy said with a smile.

  “Hey, I’m not pregnant yet. Don’t pop the champagne,” Natasha said, laughing. Though she was smiling, she was still trying hard to wrap her head around the whole idea of being a mom. Not that she didn’t want to become a mom. She just always thought she would have more time after being married. But maybe this was a good thing.

  “Well, been there done that and I can tell you, there is no greater feeling than knowing you are going to bring something beautiful to this world,” Mona said. Natasha smiled.

 

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