“Oh, I don’t know.” she starts unbuttoning my shirt. “I think my afternoon nap helped my exhaustion,” now pushing it back and down my arms.
“Really?” I question, licking my lips and cupping her hips with my hands, loving how fucking sexy she is right now.
“And, well, I’m worried I won’t fall asleep with all this energy,” she adds, gripping the hem of my undershirt then pulls it over my head.
“Yeah, no. That’s not good.” I run my hands underneath her black silk night gown, gripping her ass cheeks.
“Nope,” she breathes against my skin, running a trail of kisses over my chest, then up my neck, making my cock unbearably hard.
Oh, those fucking lips!
Once they finally meet mine, I’m done for, sliding my tongue inside her mouth while lifting her gown up the length of her body. Our mouths separate as I pull the silky soft number over her head, exposing her beautifully plump breasts.
Damn, they look bigger.
Cupping one in each hand…oh yeah, nice and firm too! I bring my mouth back to hers, hands loving on her new girls while my tongue moves fiercely in her mouth. With her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her hips rock erratically over my cock. You can tell it’s been awhile. I’m like a horny teenager needing to get it in.
Though, I’m loving the new twins, I slide my hands down her sides then start unbuckling my pants. Alexa lifts up just enough so that I can slip my pants and boxers down. As she sits back down, I slide my thumb underneath her panties, rubbing her clit, getting her wet.
“Oh baby,” she moans, her breathing getting progressively heavy as her movements become much quicker.
Gripping her hips, I lift them up slightly, holding her thong to the side with my thumb as I line her up before lowering her back over my cock.
“Oh fuck, doll,” I exhale, feeling like I’m fucking her for the first time, tight and unbelievably moist.
Her moans match mine, feeling every square inch and fucking loving it. The thought of getting this for the next nine months almost has me coming in seconds. Sliding her hands up the back of my head, her sweet little fingers tangle in my hair, gently tugging, completely turned on. It’s the little things she does that turns the heat up another notch, making me want to fuck her even harder.
Intensity rising, her hips grind faster, causing a warm sensation to begin descending through my body.
“Yeah…yeah,” she yells, moving closer to the edge herself.
“Come, doll. Come with me.” I hold her face in my heads, needing to watch her as she unravels over my cock, loving the pleasured look she provides when she does.
“Oh, fuck…baby!” she yells, letting go and finding her sweet release.
Fuck…Fuck!
She clenches, squeezing the shit out of my cock.
“Ahh…” I growl, losing control, pumping and finding my own release.
Chapter Twenty-Four
– ALEXA –
Once I step out of the shower, I skip brushing my teeth right away like I used to, knowing that within the next few minutes the nausea will be kicking in, and I’ll be hugging the toilet. It’s been two weeks since I found out I was pregnant and my pregnancy symptoms are becoming routine. I get sick at almost the same time every day, and as long as I take a nap when I get home from school, I’m golden, being able to function for the remainder of the evening and night without feeling completely exhausted.
Nolan has been a saint, catering to my every need, making sure I’m as comfortable as possible. Though, we still have a ton of time before meeting our baby, Nolan has already started clearing out the spare bedroom and moving things around, making room for everything that we’re going to need. My parents aren’t much better, already buying enough neutral colored clothes to last us for the first few months. There’s not a darn thing that this baby is going to be lacking, I can see it now.
At exactly six o’clock the doorbell rings, sending a rush of warmth surging throughout my veins. I love how Nolan treats date night. Like we’re still dating, picking me up at my door.
I hold nothing back tonight, wearing a strapless, fitted black dress, hugging every square inch of my body.
“Shit, doll,” he greets me, responding just as I assumed he would. “I swear these things get bigger by the day.” He cups my breasts, having no care in the world that our neighbors may see.
Pregnancy is definitely doing him well.
“You ready?” I ask, knowing that if I don’t push him along, he won’t stop playing and instead of going out to dinner, we’d be starting with dessert with me pressed up against the wall. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but it’s been hours since I’ve eaten and I need to get something in my stomach before I hurl instead.
“I’ll see you girls later,” he says to my breasts before dropping his hands and leaning forward, pecking my lips. “Ready, baby doll.”
Nolan brings me to the same fancy restaurant he did not too long ago, the night he surprised me with the whole reception get up at his apartment. We’re seated immediately and greeted by the waiter moments later.
“Can I start you off with a glass of wine? We’re featuring our house—”
“No, thanks. We won’t be drinking alcohol this evening,” Nolan rudely cuts him off, not letting him finish his schpeel. “Doll, would you like a soda, or something different?” he continues.
Embarrassed, I respond, “No thank you. I’ll just stick with my water,” I force a smile, bringing the glass up to my mouth to take a sip.
“For you, sir,” the waiter turns to Nolan.
“I’m good for now, too.”
“Could you stop doing that, please? It’s incredibly rude,” I snip at him once the waiter is out of hearing distance.
“Letting him go on and on with no intention of ordering is rude.” He smirks.
I roll my eyes. “You’re something else.”
“And you love it!” he winks.
“Something like that.”
“Are you ready to order?” the waiter returns after giving us a moment to look over the menu.
“Yes,” I smile, then begin my order. “Could I please have the filet mignon, cooked medium well with a baked potato?”
“Sure. Caesar or garden salad with that, ma’am?”
“Um, Caesar, please.”
“Does your Caesar dressing have raw eggs in it?” Nolan interrupts, causing me to look at him confused.
“I believe it does, sir,” he answers.
Nolan turns to me with an apologetic look, “Sorry, doll. You’re gonna have to go with the garden salad.”
He seriously has been doing too much research!
Smiling politely towards the waiter, I tell him, “I guess I’ll have a garden salad with Italian dressing instead.”
“I’ll do the same,” Nolan adds, handing him our menus.
Now by ourselves, I ask, “Are you going to do this for the next nine months?”
“Look out for you and the baby?” he questions with a smirk.
“Be obsessive?” I reiterate with an amused grin.
“Protecting what’s mine is not being obsessive, baby doll. So yes, I am going to be like this for the next nine months, so get used to it.” He winks before taking a sip of his water.
How can I argue that? That’s just how he is, and I’d rather him be involved than not.
– NOLAN –
“Would you hate me if we didn’t have sex tonight?” Alexa asks when we get back into the car. “I’m so tired all of a sudden.”
“Yeah, I’m pissed!” I joke because, honestly, the question is ridiculous. Though, I think I spent the entire evening sporting a half chub, staring at her in that dress, and will probably have to jerk off once she falls asleep. But how could I possibly be pissed at her for being tired? She’s carrying my baby, for Christ’s sake. “Of course, doll. If you didn’t want to have sex for the next nine months, I’d be okay with it. We’d probably have to prescribe to the playboy channel in the meantime, b
ut I’d be fine. Honestly, sweetheart, don’t worry about shit like that.”
“I love you,” she says, eyes sparkling with the most amazing smile spread across her face, making my insides weak, causing me to fall in love with her all over again.
“More than you know, love.”
– ALEXA –
Pulling myself out of bed this morning is rough. It isn’t until I sit down to empty my bladder and wipe myself that I fully wake up, noticing some blood on the toilet paper.
Oh my god.
Freaking out, I quickly pull up my underwear while running back into our room to fetch my cellphone to call my mom.
“Morning, honey!” she answers, way too chipper for seven in the morning.
“I think something is wrong.” I lay right in.
“Okay, calm down,” she softly says, hearing the panic in my voice. “What’s going on?”
“I just went to the bathroom, and when I wiped there was blood on the toilet paper.”
“Was there any in the toilet?” she asks.
“Um, I don’t know,” I answer, already walking back in the bathroom to look. “No,” I tell her, not seeing any inside. “It was just on the toilet paper.”
“Was it really red or like a dark, almost brown color?”
“Brown.”
“Oh honey, it’s just dry blood. Probably a little implantation bleeding,” she confidently tells me, making my body visibly relax.
“Should I call the doctor?” I ask.
“If it’ll make you feel better, yes, but it’s actually really common.”
“Alright. Thanks, Mom.”
“No problem. Have a good day,” she adds before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone.
Already, I feel much better, but I know that as soon as I tell Nolan about this, he’ll be ordering me to call the doctor. Figuring I’ll just skip that discussion, I put a reminder in my phone to call them after my second class.
Surprisingly, I make it throughout getting ready and through my first class without throwing up or feeling nauseous.
Hmm, maybe it’s finally going away?
Nolan had told me that he read in my book that usually after the first trimester the morning sickness and exhaustion starts to go away. Even though I’m only just a little over halfway through the first one, I’m not going to complain. If I can be done with them already, I’m good with that.
After my second class, I do as I said I would and put a call into my OB office. They pretty much said the same thing as my mom, that it’s probably nothing, but if it’d make me feel better than I can certainly come in and get checked out. Though, I believe my mom and the receptionist, I know that it won’t be enough for Nolan, so I go ahead and make an appointment for tomorrow morning.
Next, I call him to let him know.
“Hi, baby doll,” he answers on the second ring.
“Hey, babe,” I answer, showing no sign of distress. “Can you go in a little late tomorrow?” I casually ask, not wanting to make him worry.
“Shouldn’t be a problem. Why, what’s up?”
“I had to make an appointment with the doctor,” I begin, biting down on my lower lip, hoping that he doesn’t freak out.
“Your OB?” Already sensing the panic.
“Yeah, it’s nothing to worry about. I had a little dry blood this morning when I went to the bathroom. They said it’s no biggie and pretty common, but I can get checked out if I’d like.”
Or you.
He pauses and probably runs his hand through his hair.
“Do you feel okay?”
“Yup, I feel great today actually. I think I’m finally moving out of the feeling sick stage,” I tell him, trying to lighten the conversation.
“Good, that’s…that’s great, doll,” he says apprehensively, making me sigh that he’s worried.
“Alright, so I have to get to my next class, but I’ll see ya later. Love you, babe!”
“Love you, too, sweetheart. I’ll see ya at home.”
The rest of the day continues on like any other and still no sickness. Maybe a little tired still, but I’m not throwing up, which is better than anything. Nolan brings home dinner and is still acting somber, clearly worried about the appointment tomorrow even though he says that he’s fine, agreeing that it’s probably nothing. But I know he’s worried. He didn’t even attempt to touch me when we went to bed, or test out my breasts to see if they grew anymore–totally not acting himself.
“Stop fidgeting,” I tell him as we sit in the waiting room to be called back. The woman behind the desk informed me that I’ll be having an ultrasound first then will meet with the doctor afterwards. Once Nolan realized that we’d be seeing our baby today, his mood quickly changed into excitement, eager to see our peanut.
“Alexa Arnold,” a middle-aged woman calls out with my file in hand.
Smiling, we both stand, following her into the back area.
“Since you’re not far along, we’re going to do a transvaginal ultrasound, so I’ll need everything off from your waist down,” she smiles once we are in an exam room, handing me a gown and blanket to drape over my lap. “Just have your husband peek his head out when you’re ready,” she adds before slipping out of the room.
“Husband, huh?” Nolan grins after she exits. “Has a nice ring to it, aye?”
I just laugh in response as I do what she asked, removing all my clothes from the waist down then hopping back up onto the table, draping the blanket over my legs after.
“Ready?” Nolan questions before cracking the door, letting her know that I’m ready.
“Okay,” she says, taking a seat on the rolling stool next to me, putting a bunch of goo over a giant wand type thing, making me cringe. “I’m just going to have you reach down and help me guide it in. It may be a little uncomfortable at first.”
I do as she asks, helping to guide it in. It’s definitely a weird feeling.
Immediately after, she starts moving it around inside of me and pressing some buttons on the keyboard attached to the machine with her other hand.
“This is your uterus,” she starts, pointing at the screen. “And this is the sack…and that little thing…” she points to the tiny little spot inside the sack, “is your baby.”
Nolan immediately grabs my hand, squeezing it with tears already pooling his eyes.
She continues moving the wand around, touching buttons afterward, doing her own thing and being quiet.
“Honey, I’m just going to go get the doctor real quick. I just want him to check something out.” She smiles. “I’ll be right back,” she says after removing the wand.
I look at Nolan, nervous.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, doll,” he grins, smoothing out my hair before kissing my forehead.
Minutes later, my OBGYN returns, greeting me and introducing himself to Nolan.
“Alrighty, let me just have a check quick,” he says, taking a seat on the stool and doing the same thing to the wand that the sonographer did.
After assisting him with inserting it, he moves it around, touching the keys, as well. Not saying a word and just staring at the screen.
Exhaling and removing the wand, he says with a tight frown, “Unfortunately, we’re not finding a heartbeat,” he begins, making my whole body grow heavy and numb. “This is probably why you had a little bit of bloody discharge yesterday. Your body is starting to reject the embryo.”
Nolan immediately starts rubbing my head again, soothing me as tears start to fall from my eyes.
“I’m so sorry.”
“So what happens now?” Nolan softly questions, fighting back the tears himself.
“Well, if everything happens as it should, the embryo will probably pass within the next day or so.”
Nolan nods his head, taking it all in.
“Is there anything that we should watch for or worry about?”
“No. I’d suggest hanging out at home until it does. It can usually cause quite a bit of bleeding that
you don’t want to get caught out in public with, but her body will do everything it needs to do.”
Nolan continues to nod his head, trying to comprehend it all and hold himself together. Be the strong one.
“Do you think there was anything that caused it? Anything we may have done wrong?” he continues to ask, and I just want to cut him off, to stop beating himself up, but at the same time, these are all questions I’d like to know too.
The doctor is quick to answer, sounding confident when he does, “No, everything looked beautiful on the ultrasound. Miscarriages are actually more common than you think in new mothers and can have no lasting effects, allowing you to get pregnant again with no problems at all.”
This information makes me feel better. Hopefully Nolan, too.
“Do you have any other questions?”
We both shake our heads.
“No, thank you, doctor,” Nolan adds, standing to shake his hand.
“Feel free to call with any questions. If it’s after normal business hours, just leave a message with the answering service and the on call doctor will call you right back,” he adds before saying goodbye as both he and the sonographer exit.
I sit up immediately, just wanting to get dressed and go home, to curl up into a ball, but as soon as I stand, Nolan pulls me into a hug, causing us both to break down.
“I’m so sorry, baby doll,” he cries into my shoulder.
“It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault,” I sniffle back.
He doesn’t respond, just holds me tightly and lets all his sadness out.
Chapter Twenty-Five
– NOLAN –
We both call in the next day. Alexa doing as the doctor suggested and staying near home, and me being here to comfort her, to be with her when it happens. I’m not much company for her, though, and I hate myself for it. Of course, I make sure that she’s comfortable and that she has everything that she needs, but I feel like we’re at a funeral, waiting for the casket to be opened to say our final goodbyes.
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