“Apparently, the baby loves them.”
“Where is Tara?” I’d never met her wretched sister and didn’t want to because she wasn’t good for my wife.
“She ran off with her latest boyfriend,” her mother sighed. Her father and I had a talk a while back, and he explained Tara was a big reason he didn’t want me in her life. Too much fear and doubt when it came to men because of her older sister’s relationships and he worried too much about her. He’d reacted poorly, and it had cost him more than he ever expected. I understood. My father never tried, but Dr. Kelly loved his daughters, even if he went about it wrong.
We spent the rest of the night with her family who were staying in town for the next couple of days. I wanted her to mendthe bond they had before because our baby needed family, and Ava needed to smile like she did today.
After we said our goodbyes, I took my wife to our brownstone to finally rest. We had barely removed our fall gear when she threw her arms around me and kissed me as best as her little round belly allowed. “Thank you. Thank you for making everything happen.”
“I hardly did anything. It was their choice.”
“But you allowed it. I know how protective you are of me. You could have sent them packing. I need you right now.” She tugged my shirt free from my slacks, and although she was about to burst, she dropped to her knees and freed my cock with her nimble hands.
“Damn,” I groaned as she swallowed the head of my cock and her fingers wrapped around my girth. My wife was taking me down her slender throat just inside the front door. She greedily took me inch by inch until she was gagging. Removing my shirt, I set it aside and then laced my fingers into her hair and took over.
“Look up at me, Wife.” She did with those hazel eyes that caught my attention from the first picture of her. “You look so beautiful when you service your king.” She closed her thighs together, fighting her own arousal, but my sweet little Ava wasn’t going to be left unsatisfied.
I pulled her off my hard knob. “Do you want to fuck here or on the sofa, my gorgeous queen.”
“Queen?”
“Well, sweetness, if I’m the king, that has to make you my queen. Although, right now you’re my little cum kitty ready to lap it up, aren’t you?”
She nodded. In the past eight months, I learned that it wasn’t just the newness of sex to us. My wife enjoyed it so much that she had to fuck at least once a day. Even if it was to get me off.
“I’ll answer for you. Sofa. I don’t want to hurt your knees in your delicate condition.”
I helped her up and carried her to the sofa, then tore off her clothes. “Open up. I want to see how ready you are for me.”
She knelt on the large cushions. It was my favorite of the two in the room. They were the same material, but in different styles and this one had a wider seat. Some believed it was for naps or a bigger body. I bought it so I could fuck Ava on it. Luckily it was leather and easy to clean.
I slid up behind her and lined up my cock with her entrance, rubbing it back and forth. Her pussy was so damn wet that it wouldn’t be long until she was coming on my dick. With a quick thrust forward, I was fully seated into her. “Is that what you wanted, sweetness? My dick deep inside you? Fucking this tiny little cunt?”
“Yes, oh, yes. I’m coming. Give it to me.”
“That’s right.” I cupped her tits and held on as I fucked her into the sofa. I’m thankful that it was soft so her belly was protected. “Come for me.” She squeezed and came for me. I pumped several more times before filling her up. I pulled out of her and then helped her get in the shower in the bathroom on the first floor.
“I need a nap,” she muttered.
“I think it’s just sleep, baby.”
“Yes, that,” she sighed. I dried her off and then carried her upstairs.
“You shouldn’t carry me; I’ve gotten so heavy.”
“I’ll always carry you as long as I can. Besides, you’re still tiny, even with the baby inside your belly.” We debated about this at least once a week, but I’d been right about carrying her.
The brownstone had three floors, and our bedroom was at the top. I didn’t want back problems. She put on thirty pounds with the baby, and it was nothing, but I never wanted the privilege taken away from me, so I worked with a trainer to make sure my core was tight.
“I love you, James.”
“Ava, you’re my world. I want you wrapped up in my arms forever.” I slipped her nightgown on and helped her into bed before climbing into bed beside her.
It was one in the morning when she woke up with a blood curdling scream. I jumped up, and the bed was soaked. She was grabbing her belly. “The baby is coming,” she gasped out. I’d never moved so fast, getting her dressed and out of the house as fast as humanly possible. We arrived at Northwell quickly and were taken into labor and delivery immediately.
My in-laws met us at the hospital two hours later just in time to meet their new grandson, Jameson Keaton.
“Oh my goodness. There isn’t anything you do slowly, sweetheart. Since you were a kid you were moving at a fast pace,” her mother said. “She was always the overachiever. A baby in less than three hours is wonderful.”
