I step out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom, Daisy’s off the phone and looking at her drawings.
“Irys thinks she’s in labor, but you know how many times she’s said that these last few days?” Daisy says, still not looking at me as I move toward the front of the bed.
The gritty sound of PJ Harvey’s “Down By The Water” begins to play from her phone as she sets it back down beside the bed. When I don’t answer, then she notices me and her eyes scan me up and down, her lips parting after she licks them.
“Oh, hello, doctor?” she asks, looking up at me and into my eyes.
“You need your birthday check-up Ms. Westmore.” I say.
She nods as her breathing picks up, the papers falling off the bed as she clears them away, and moving her legs out in front of her.
“Do you do self-examinations in between check-ups?” I ask her, again she nods. “First, I’m going to need you to check your neck, any inflammation that you can feel?”
I watch as she raises her hands to her neck, running her fingers over her skin and knowing exactly how soft she is there. She shakes her head before resting her hands.
“Do you check your breasts regularly?”
She nods again.
“Show me how,” I tell her. “I want to make sure you’re doing it correctly.”
Her hands slide down over her shirt and she cups her full large tits, rubbing them in her palms, and I feel my dick fully erect.
“You’re doing it all wrong,” I say in a low voice and she pauses. “You really have to caress them, especially your nipples, you don’t want any issues there.”
She hides her smile by sucking her lips under her teeth slightly, then really begins to touch herself, pulling her nipples with her forefingers and thumbs.
“Like this?” she pants.
“Harder.”
Her pupils flare, her shoulders jerking from the sensation of tugging on her tits. She inhales sharply and my cock twitches against the crotch of my boxers, her eyes flicking down to watch. I cover it with my palm, cupping my dick and balls, groaning. She leans back on one hand, the other snaking down to the bottom of her tank top to the waistband of the pants.
“I have an owie,” she pouts.
“Where?” I breathe out as my dick pulses beneath my hand.
“Here,” she whispers, slipping her hand inside the pants.
“You should probably take those off so I can see more clearly,” I tell her.
Removing her hand, she unties the drawstring, kneeling up for them to drop to her knees before resuming her position on her butt to pull them down her legs completely. With her knees together, she puts a hand back between her thighs.
“No need to be shy, I’m a doctor, go ahead and open for me.”
My chest rises and falls quickly as she slowly, so fucking slowly spreads herself before my eyes. The small diamond on her clit ring winks at me as her fingers rub over it, parting her lips to show me the pink paradise that resides in her folds. My hand finds the head of my cock and I begin to rub it over my boxers, and the material there grows damp with pre-cum. Her cunt is so wet, teasing me as she teases herself. She stops for a moment to adjust her tank top, pulling the arm holes toward the center of her tits and exposing them to my eyes. Fuck, I nearly come seeing her.
“Wait,” she says and I pause, trying to read her face as to why she’s stopped. “No, this isn’t where the owie is,” she says with furrowed brows.
“No?” I question.
“No,” she confirms. “I think it’s right there,” she says pointing an index finger toward my crotch.
She crawls toward me, her heavy tits hanging down as she sucks her lower lip and slowly approaches. Her exhales hit the skin above the waistband of my boxers, before she lowers and rolls onto her back, her fingers peeling down my binding and setting my dick and balls free. When we went mattress shopping, she’d lay like this as we tested out the different kinds. Rolling onto her back, head hanging off the side, and I’d always laugh at her but had no idea what she was doing.
“Not tall enough,” she’d dismiss with a shrug and roll off in search for a better one.
I didn’t know why she wanted a bed so high, I mean we’re both tall, but I never had an issue with it before. But after she found the bed, she finally showed me why she had such requirements. Did I mention she has zero inhibitions? She spreads her legs as her fingers stroke my shaft, her lips pressing soft kisses on my balls and my abs tighten, my eyes close as my hands move down my body. Her tongue licks up my cock until the head rests on her lips and she kisses my there, pulling the jewelry with her teeth and I inhale sharply. She takes my cock into her mouth and my hands move around her throat, my thumbs feeling it flex and accommodate as I slip deep. I can see my cock moving under her skin and I groan, pushing my hips slowly toward her.
“Let me see if you’re lying about that booboo,” I tell her as I lean forward, putting one hand on the bed to brace myself above her and forcing my cock deep in her throat.
She moans and her body jerks, my hand running between her legs. She’s so wet and her lips are swollen with need. The scent of her has me inhaling and bracing my weight with my feet as I pull her legs back and her pussy up closer. I bend her in half and start eating her pussy like I’m a starving man. I realize that this position for her probably isn’t the most comfortable, but she doesn’t object. I know she can take me in her throat, but I’m conscious that she might not be able to breathe so I pull my hips back and slip free. She gasps for air and uses her hands to stroke me tight and fast, moans and groans flying from her mouth as I eat her out.
“Fuck, Wyatt, I want you inside me,” she cries out.
I stand and she rolls over and pushes up onto her knees, pushing my coat off my shoulders and tugging one end of the stethoscope and removing it from around my neck. I lean in to kiss her and she pulls back.
“Doctor, what are you doing? This is all so unexpected, I just thought I was getting a physical,” she says with mock shock in her voice and expression.
“Oh you’re getting a physical…on all fours.”
Turning away from me, doing as I asked. Her glorious ass perches high in the air, and a large emerald stone in her asshole. Well, it’s a silver butt plug with an emerald on the handle. A gift for her from our last anniversary.
After Courtney ransacked her place, it took Daisy and I awhile to replace the things from the backpack. Mainly because it took us some time to get back into sex after what happened to her. Not because she was still hurt or we weren’t attracted to each other, but because Daisy still blamed herself for everything that happened. While at therapy one evening she told me and the therapist, she didn’t feel like she could freely be sexual, like what we did somehow played a part in bad things happening. Although the idea of what she was saying was bullshit, I understood her mind frame. So, I didn’t push her. We had sex missionary the first few times, until gradually she was able to be on top, then doggy a while after that. I’d say the kinky hasn’t popped up until maybe the last year or so, and however much I thought I had a nasty angel on my hands before, now she’s a temptress with zero inhibitions and a willingness to try just about anything.
“Fuck,” I say, looking at her ass, her knees spreading wider on the bed as she bends down onto her elbows and looks at me over her shoulder.
“Like this doctor?”
I pull off everything covering my body and kneel onto the bed, my hand stroking my cock up and down my shaft, my fingers bumping over the jewelry through the head. When I reach her, I clutch the back of her tank top in one hand and push her flat onto her stomach. Taking my hand off my cock to jerk her legs down flat on the bed, and she lets me man handle her. My knees push her legs tight together, her plump ass squeezing the emerald nestled in between.
“How long you had this in?” I growl and look over her body, pressing my hand on the mattress beside her head so I can lean down over her.
“Two days,” she pants and m
y cock twitches again.
“You think you’re ready for me?”
“Mmmmm…yes.”
With my hand on the back of her neck and fingers covering her mouth, I bring her back to my chest. This move causes her head to press against my shoulder and my cock to slide between her ass cheeks. Her back arches as I palm her tit roughly with my other hand, my lips pressing against her ear. She's groaning and making guttural sounds as I overpower her, the kind that make me want to fuck her like an animal.
“Let me fuck that sweet cunt first,” I say into her ear.
Her hands move over mine as I pull my hips back and probe until I find a way inside. The feeling of her encasing my dick still has my senses sparking to life, my eyes closing and my jaw slackening. With a growl, I push her down flat onto her front and bring her arms behind her, and I grip her biceps hard as I fuck her.
“Wyatt, Wyatt, Wyatt,” she chants.
My balls tighten as she covers my cock in thick wetness, her muscles flexing around me. She fights against my restraint and I loosen, and she manages to rise up on her knees and plant her hands on the bed so she can push back against me. I stop moving and watch as she grinds on my cock, sliding up and down, fucking me. We both moan and I give her words of encouragement before my hands roughly grip her ass cheeks and spread them wide, the emerald resting like a pearl inside a clam, and I lean down, pulling her up by the hips and sliding my cock from her. She yelps as I lift her lower half up and I plant my lips over the jewel, licking all around and over it.
“Wyatt,” she pant-growls, and I smile against her skin.
I wait until she says my name again, almost begging before I push her flat onto her front again, pulling the plug out and shoving my dick in her ass.
“Fucking hell,” I whimper through gritted teeth, laying over her and fucking her into the mattress.
Our fingers tangle together, my lips at her ear, her body taking me.
“Marry me,” I whisper, and she shakes her head. I grind down harder and repeat, “Marry me.”
She doesn’t reply, and I move our linked hands down beneath her to find her clit, rubbing her fast until she tightens and strains and comes. Her sounds and cunt flexing around me has me coming moments later, and I breathe hard against her shoulder, my forehead pressing into her neck.
“Marry me,” I breathe out.
“No,” she replies annoyed.
I’ve been asking Daisy this for months now, but she doesn’t want to. Regardless, I keep asking in hopes she might surprise me and answer yes. I know she isn’t saying no because of me, or she doesn’t want to eventually get married, she just doesn’t want to right now and I respect that.
**
The next morning we got the call from my mom that Irys was indeed in labor, and that we should try to get to Plantain whenever I had a break from my internship. Daisy wanted to be there as soon as she could, and thankfully I was off for six days after today, so she flew out ahead of me. I knew from my residency in labor and delivery that first-time pregnancies could take hours or days even to deliver, and when I talked to Daisy at the hospital before my flight, it looked like it would be a while. Arriving at the airport, Nolan and my dad picked me up and filled me in on the last twenty-four hours. I felt bad for my sister being in pain, but she was tough and I knew she could handle it. Evan on the other hand…
“He looked paler than shit when he came to update us before we left,” Nolan says with a sadistic laugh.
I text Daisy I’m on my way there but she doesn’t reply, I know she’s probably in the room with Irys so I won’t bug her. When we get to the waiting room, everyone’s a buzz and Evan’s standing there in scrubs, a grin a mile wide, and holding his phone with photos of my nephew.
“Connor Evan Ramirez,” he says.
Patting his shoulder, I lean over and take a look at the little guy on the screen.
“Perfect, he’s absolutely perfect,” Evan says, and I nod in agreement.
“Yes he is, how’s Irys?” I ask.
“Good, tired, but she’s happy.”
We all congratulate him and wait before we’re told my sister’s been moved to a room and I follow along with my dad and brother. Irys is laying in bed, she looks exhausted but is all smiles as she watches Daisy holding her newborn. My mom’s beside her as they both look down at my nephew, and although it’s only been a day I haven’t seen her, instantly my heart feels the pull toward Daisy. She looks up at me and gives me a wide smile, handing Connor over to my mom and stepping toward me. We hug and I squeeze her tight for a moment before she’s lifting her head and her lips pout for a kiss. I reach up and turn my baseball hat around to not hit her forehead with the brim and kiss her.
“How was your trip?” she asks.
“Good,” I nod and kiss her again. “You look great with a baby,” I smile.
“Ha,” she says, “easy tiger.”
“Okay, all they had was burgers,” Evan announces as he walks into the room.
Irys sits up slowly and with a grimace, having the food in her hands and off the plate before Evan can set it down on the tray. We watch as she takes a huge bite and before she can even chew, she’s shoving fries in there too.
“She hasn’t eaten in two days,” Daisy tells me.
When Nolan and my dad have had enough time with Connor, I finally step up to hold him. Even though he’s a decent sized baby, he’s so small in my arms. I look down at his little perfect face, his skin soft and sweet smelling. I wonder if one day Daisy and me will do this. We have so much we want to do and we have our whole lives ahead of us.
**
The day before we leave, everyone comes over to my parents’ for dinner and to see the new baby. It feels good to see everyone since I missed last Christmas because of my internship and Daisy had to visit home solo. I’m happy to see Nathan is looking better than he did last time I saw him and says he’s been feeling good. Although I can tell Skye still worries over him, who wouldn’t? The man had a heart attack right in front of her. I catch up with Grayson who’s in his freshman year of college and playing baseball, so we talk about how his team’s doing. While I don’t talk to either Jo, Ro, or Abbey because they seem to care a less that we’re even here, my littlest sister Ruby is all over us. Her and Daisy talk over Daisy’s last book and eventually Ruby’s leading her to her room.
“How’s the new build for the supermarket going?” I ask Joey as we stand side by side with cans of beer in hand.
“Good, we’re almost done, with no hold-ups, I’d say a couple more months.”
As he finishes saying this, a four-year-old Madeline comes running toward us and Joey picks her up.
“What are you doin’?” he asks her.
“Mama wants to know if we can have another baby?”
He smiles and runs his hand over her dark hair.
“No, I think we’re done,” he says, he then looks at me. “New babies always give the chicks baby fever.”
I wasn’t surprised when Katie and Joey announced they were adopting a baby from Korea. I’d overheard my mom and Katie talking once years ago about how she couldn’t have more kids and they wanted more. I can see how happy Madeline’s made the couple and I wonder if Joey feels like he’s getting a second go-around at being a dad, since he missed a lot of his own girls’ youth when he was in the military.
My grandma’s there, and although too thin for my liking, she seems happy and is amazed she’s a great grandma. We sit and talk for a while, but she mainly wants to know about school and tells me how proud she and Grandpa always were of me. Even now, so many years later, I get a lump in my throat when I think about Grandpa Sven.
We all sit down to eat, and it’s like we never left. Smokey’s laugh is louder than everyone’s, Jo, Ro and Abbey huddle close to talk, while Ruby grabs everybody’s attention with her stories and now Madeline joins in too. I hope that when I finish school I can come back and open my own practice in Plantain. There hasn’t been a doctor here since I was a
kid, and when he died, no one took over. I love it here and can’t imagine starting a family anywhere else.
After dinner, I go out to the front porch and sit on the swing, Daisy following me out not long after. She curls up beside me, her head tucking on my shoulder. We sit as the swing creaks, my feet slowly rocking us.
“Yes,” she states.
“What’s that?” I ask, not sure if I was lost in my thoughts and missed what we were talking about.
She raises her head, her eyes focused on my profile. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
My head turns to face her and we bump noses. “Sorry, really?” I ask, running my index finger down her nose.
“I know it means a lot to you, and I want to…but I think we should still wait until you’re done with school for a wedding.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Grandma asks me to come over, that she wants me to have something but ends it at that. Helping her up the porch steps of her and grandpas palatial home, the old house still looking as awesome as I always remember. I know she inherited the house from a family member, but I don’t know more than that. We get inside and I follow as we walk up the stairs. She takes the steps slowly as she grasps the wooden railing and I’m on alert incase she falls or something.
“There’s something I want you to have, something I want you to pick out,” she tells me as we walk into her bedroom and she flicks on the light.
The room hasn’t changed from when me and my brother and sister would jump on their four-poster-bed, and I swear these are the same plants growing like a jungle in front of the windows. Grandma walks over to her jewelry box on top of the dresser and opens the lid, and my eyes widen as I take in the rows and rows of rings. They sparkle with rocks, some huge and some small, diamonds, rubies, pearls, sapphires. This is like a jewelry store.
“I’d like you to pick something to give to Daisy one day, I mean, if that’s something you want to do-”
“Grandma, where-how-?”
“Sven gave me an engagement ring every year since the date we met, May ninth. The ring your dad gave your mom when they were teenagers, the one he said he found cutting the clubs grass, he got it from here.”
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