She scurries off, throwing in my direction, “Have to video for your family too.”
Darcy re-emerges shortly, her blonde hair falling in soft curls around her shoulders. She’s put on a light layer of makeup and changed into a white, deep v-neck t-shirt that accentuates her breasts, captivating me. They’ve grown in the time of her pregnancy and Goddamn do I think about them way more than I should.
While I plate our food, she sets up the camera and we sit at the island, our knees touching as we both quickly eat our breakfast and drink coffee. Silence sitting around us like a warm blanket as we anticipate our gender reveal.
“Let’s take some photos first.” I’m not big on photos but I know these are memories that we will cherish for the rest of our lives. She has me place my hand on her stomach for a few, we kiss or touch our noses together, and I stand behind her smirking into her hair as she holds the cake out. It feels like it took forever when in reality it took fifteen minutes but it’s finally time to find out if we are having a little boy or girl.
“Okay so we will look at each other, and on the count of three press our flutes into the cake. Once both are fully seated, we’ll do a second count of three and pull them out. Sounds good?”
I love how the excitement seeps into her tone, her voice a little higher pitched and more rapid than normal. “Sounds good, D.”
“Okay, ready?” I nod, and she presses the record button. We get our flutes situated then she counts us in, “One, two, three.” We push the cups into the cake and keep our eyes locked on each other.
“You in?” I ask and her giggles make me roll my eyes. “Not what I meant.”
“Okay—lift and look on three?” I nod again in confirmation before she counts down, “Three, two, one.”
Our hands lift together and see bright blue icing filling our champagne flutes. My heart races at the thought of having a son. My eyes fill with tears and looking at Darcy, I see tears in her eyes, quickly turning into panicked breaths. I quickly end the recording and pull her into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Deep breath, Mama. Talk to me. What's going on?”
“We, we are almost halfway through and we aren’t prepared at all. Oh my God, we are going to ruin this child.”
“Darcy, baby look at me.” She gently steps back from me and I take both of her hands in mine. “We can go shopping right now, I’ll have the guys over here next weekend putting together shelves and cribs and whatever else we need done. It’ll be okay. Kodi has access to the Pinterest board to help me make the nursery of your dreams for our little boy. You’re going to be a great mom to our son. Take a breath, we got this.”
When she finally calms down she asks me, “Are you happy?”
“So fucking happy.” One minute we’re laughing and crying over the gender of our baby and the next my lips are on hers and she's practically straddling my lap on this tiny ass island stool. I lift her, heading to my bedroom.
“Let me make you feel good, Mama.” Nipping at her neck which elicits another one of those pretty, little moans. “Let me get rid of those racing thoughts for you.”
She swivels her hips as I make my way into my room and sit her down on my bed. I force her legs open, stepping between them, dropping to my knees, and pulling her shirt over her head. I reach around, unclasping her bra. When I pull it off her body, her plump tits bounce, eliciting a little groan to escape her lips.
“Are you in pain?” I ask because that wasn’t a moan of pleasure.
“They’re just a little tender.”
“Am I okay to touch them?” I get a feverish nod in response. “Oh, so they are tender and sensitive, huh?” I taunt, leaning into her chest, and taking one full breast in my hand. Gently massaging it, I move to take her other nipple into my mouth.
“Mmm.” She moans, her hand tangling into my hair to hold me in place. I swap between them, showing each of her tits some appreciation before I center my hand on her sternum and gently push her backward onto her elbows.
“Can I take these off?” I ask, toying with the button on her jeans.
“Please.”
Popping the button with one hand and smirking in her direction causes her to roll her eyes at me. I pull them off, seeing that her nude panties have a wet spot.
“Fuck baby, so wet for me already.” I palm myself through my jeans knowing that I am probably going to cum in my pants like a teenage boy touching a tit for the first time, but who can blame me when I have this goddess of a woman laying in my bed, pregnant with my child. I remove her panties. “Put your feet on the edge of the bed and spread that pretty pussy open for me, Mama.”
She listens so well, and fuck I can’t wait to fully have her again. Feasting on her will have to do for now though. I kiss a trail down her thighs, biting and then soothing it with my tongue. Her hips slightly pushing off the bed with each nip. When I reach her slick center, I blow gently on it causing her to jump and moan.
“Tatum, please.” She whines.
“What do you need baby?”
“Your mouth.”
“My mouth where?” I look up at her, her pink cheeks and heavy breathing tell me that this beautiful torture is doing exactly what I want, taking her mind off all the things we need to do to prepare for this baby.
