Page 38 of Wait for the Dream

“I hope I find someone who loves me the way you love Bailey someday.” Maggy says wistfully.

“I have no doubt in my mind that you will Magnolia.” Dallas says looking at my sister like she hung the moon. I don’t know how Maggy doesn’t see that Dallas is already halfway in love with her. Although, I’m not sure he’s fully aware of it either. Someday these two are going to pull their heads out of their asses, and go for it. I just hope I’m around to see it.

We spend the next few hours hanging out and playing with Luca. I’ve never been more grateful for a group of people. People who are family, both by blood and chosen. They dropped everything to be there for Bailey when things got hard. My girl has never had that before, and if there is anyone who needs it most, it’s definitely her.

I walk into the steam filled bathroom. When Bailey told she was going to take a shower, I had a feeling it was more of a let’s wash away the emotions than it was about getting clean. I gave her twenty minutes, taking my time cleaning up the mess our friends made, before I followed her. I strip my clothes off and step into the walk-in shower. Bailey’s shoulders are shaking with the force of her silent tears. I wrap myself around her naked body and just hold her together while she falls apart.

When her tears have finally died down, I silently grab her baby blue loofa and her body wash and begin washing her body. After she’s clean, I reach for her shampoo and wash her hair. There is nothing sexual about this moment, it’s just me taking care of my girl in the way she needs. Showing her that she’s important and loved. After I’ve conditioned her hair, I am about to turn the water off, but she stops me by placing her hand over mine. She reaches for my shampoo. She points to the seat in the corner of the shower. When I’m seated she steps between my spread legs and begins to wash my hair. I moan at the feeling of her massaging my scalp. I stand under the water and rinse it out before she adds the conditioner. My hair is going to be a mess if I don’t do my curl routine after this shower, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

I’m standing under the water rinsing the conditioner out of my hair when she grabs my washcloth and puts a generous amount of my body wash on it. She washes my back before walking around and washing my chest and arms. She drops to her knees and begins to wash my legs. My cock takes notices of the beautiful woman on her knees before me. She washes up my legs, and when she gets to my dick, she strokes it with the washcloth a few times. I moan at the feeling, and she looks up at me and smirks. This girl knows exactly what she’s doing.

“I came in here to take care of you, Blue. Not for anything else,” I say in a voice thick with desire.

“What if this is a way to take care of me? What if this is what I need?” She asks before wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and sucking hard. My head falls back and I groan at how good it feels.

“Fuck, Blue. Your mouth feels so good.” I tangle my hands in her hair.

Bailey takes me further into her mouth, before pulling back. She doesn’t go too far, and I wouldn’t want her to. She still gets bouts of nausea periodically, and I wouldn’t want to make her gag. That could cause some very unpleasant consequences. She bobs her head, sucking the entire time. The vice-like grip her mouth has on my cock has my eyes rolling back into my head. I am about to lose my mind. I look down at her, only to see her hand between her legs. Her fingers working her clit. She moans, and the vibration of it goes straight to my balls. Right before I’m about to come, I pull her up and kiss her hard before flipping her around, bending her over so her hands are on the bench behind her and slamming into her from behind. I pump my hips once, twice, three times before I still, “Fuck Bailey. I don’t have on a condom.” Up until this very moment, we have used them every time we have had sex.

“I’m clean. They did an STI pannel during my first prenatal appointment.” Her voice is breathy and strained.

“I’m clean too. You’re my only, but they run them at every annual check up anyway.” I say through gritted teeth. It is taking every ounce of my self restraint to hold back right now.

“Great! You can't get me any more pregnant, so can you fuck me now? I need you Aiden.” That little piece of string that was holding me back snaps, and I pound into her.

“You’re so wet, Blue.” I groan, “You liked that didn’t you? My girl likes sucking my cock.” She moans out what might be a yes, “Play with your clit, sweetheart. I need you to get there. I’m so close Bailey, and there is no way I’m coming before you do.” Her fingers are immediately circling her clit. I start to feel her walls flutter around my cock, and I know she’s about to come. “That’s it, baby.”

“I’m so close, Aiden.” She pants, “Please don’t stop.” Her pussy clamps down and she screams as her orgasm slams into her. I work her through it before I still and pour every ounce of my release into her. We stand there panting, me still inside her, for a few minutes. I slowly pull out of her, we make quick work of cleaning up. When we get into bed, we don’t talk, we just snuggle close together and fall asleep.

Bailey

29 weeks pregnant

In the weeks following the encounter with Daniel, I avoided campus at all cost. I wasn’t necessarily scared of running into Daniel, it was more that I just didn’t have the energy to worry about it happening. It’s the last week of classes, so Aiden and I haven’t really spent much time together and I miss him. We see each other in passing, and sit together in silence while studying for tests and writing papers, but we haven’t actually spent quality time together. We only have a couple of days before the semester ends, and our final game night, then we head home on Sunday.

I’m sitting on the couch typing my paper when Aiden walks in and throws himself down on the couch next to me. He looks up from his prone position and says, “I miss you.”

I bend down to give him a quick kiss, “I miss you too, Bear, but we both know there isn’t much we can do until this semester is over. The last few days are critical.

“Ugh, I know, I just haven’t really seen you this week, and I miss the fuck out of you. Most nights I don’t even get a chance to come to bed until after you’re already asleep. I don’t like this at all, Blue,” he pouts.

“I’m sorry, my love. I miss you too, and I hate going to bed by myself, but just think of all the time we will spend together when classes are out for the summer. It’s going to be so fun getting everything ready for Little Bear’s arrival, then she will be here. This is going to be the best summer ever. Only a few more days until we can start it.” I give him what I hope is a reassuring smile. I’m not feeling any different than he is about this whole thing. I miss the fuck out of him too, but until these damn classes are over, I can’t do much about it.

“I know you’re right. I just hate it.” He sits up and turns to grab his backpack from the door where he dropped it. He grabs his laptop out so he can work on homework with me. “What do you want to do for dinner?”

“Pizza? Roro has been asking for it all day.” I respond, turning back to the paper I am finishing. He pulls out his phone and orders the pizza on the app then gets to work. We work in silence for the rest of the night, only breaking when the pizza arrives to eat quickly.

After what feels like ten hours of homework, but what’s really only three hours, we crawl into bed together. Both of us are exhausted from the day, so we cuddle together. My back nestled against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around me. We lay in silence for so long that I think he might have fallen asleep. But when he speaks, I know I was wrong. “Have you decided what you’re going to do with classes next year?”

I’ve been thinking a lot about this. The way that the nursing program at Alpine University works is you take three semesters of general education classes, three semesters of nursing specific classes, then two semesters of clinicals. Since this was my last semester of nursing classes, I start clinicals in the fall. Currently, I am signed up for clinicals Monday, Wednesday, Friday from six a.m. to six p.m. With an infant, that sounds exhausting, but at the same time if I can make it work for two semesters, I’ll be a nurse. I can get a job and support myself and my daughter without having to rely on the Bakers for everything. I saw a help wanted sign at the campus bookstore the other day, but when I told Aiden I was going to apply, he tried to tell me how unnecessary that was. He knew between Rowan and clinicals I would have a lot on my plate already. He said he would support my decision either way, but I didn’t need the job if I didn’t want it.

I still haven’t fully decided what I am going to do, but I’ve thought a lot about it.

With my schedule and Aiden’s, childcare is the problem we are running into now.

“I think as of right now, I would love to keep the clinical schedule I have. I want to finish school, so I can get a job and continue pursuing this dream, but I don’t know who I’m going to get to watch Rowan while I’m at my clinical. There is the daycare on campus, but I have not heard great things about it. I could try and find a nanny, but that sounds expensive. I just don’t know how it’s going to work.” I finally respond.

“I think, if I’m not mistaken, Charly is only taking classes Tuesday and Thursday. She may be willing to watch Little Bear for us, while I’m in classes and you’re in clinicals. I only have one class Monday, Wednesday, and three Tuesday, Thursday, so I will have her with me most of the time. It’s just that small gap when I’m in class in the morning that one of us isn’t available.”