That was all the encouragement I needed. I stood and picked her up, my arm under her legs and the other around her back and under her arm. She gasped, still not really comfortable with me picking her up, but I liked doing it. Carrying her brought out the Dom in me, and I kissed her cheek.
“I’m going to eat you until you come on my tongue,” I said, my voice thick with desire. “Then I’m going to fuck you until you come on my cock. What do you have to say to that?”
She smiled, her eyes narrowing. “Yes, please,” she said, her own voice shaky. I felt her relax in my arms.
Of course, it was at that precise moment that my pager sounded. As one of the fellows in the pediatric neurosurgery program, I shared calls with Brodinski. This week was my turn. I had to check my pager.
“Sorry,” I said, my eyes closing in frustration. “I have to check my messages.”
“I know,” she said and kissed me as I let her slip out of my arms.
I went to my jacket pocket and removed my pager. Unfortunately, the code indicated that there was an emergency in the ER and I would have to go in and oversee my resident. He wasn’t yet ready to manage cases solo.
I pulled on my jacket and then took Kate into my arms and pressed my still-hard dick against her, grinding my hips against hers.
“I hope the dragon deflates on the way to the hospital or I’ll be fired,” I said jokingly. “It’s not my fault I have such a hot wife.”
“Your wife is pregnant and not quite so hot,” she said and straightened my scarf.
“You’re incredibly hot,” I said, meaning every word. “I never realized what a turn-on it is to have you pregnant, all your nerve endings sensitive…” I raised my eyebrows, for Kate seemed especially responsive since she became pregnant, her orgasms even easier and more intense than before. I had to persuade her that there was no danger as a result. That nature would never have made it so that a woman’s orgasm made her miscarry or else the species would have gone extinct.
“I won’t be so hot when my belly gets even bigger,” she said and smiled. “More like fucking a walrus or beached whale.” She laughed out loud at that and I leaned in once more and kissed her, wishing that I didn’t have to leave her, but I had to go.
“I have to go, you vixen,” I said and kissed her a final time, before going out the door. I turned around and waved at her when I reached the top of the stairs, and she waved back.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” she said in a soft seductive voice.
“I’ll be ready for you,” I said.
Then I was gone.
On my way to the hospital, I mused on how Kate’s pregnancy had gone so far. She’d had a very bad time with morning sickness, and had to try two different medicines before she found one that lessened her nausea enough that she stopped losing weight. Unfortunately, it made her very tired and she slept most of the day, waking up when the sun went down as if her biorhythms were out of whack. Now that she felt better in the evenings, she stayed up late to try to get work done. Our schedules clashed as a result although we made it a point to spend several hours together each night, to catch up with each other’s days and of course, for the affection and companionship.
Pregnancy made her body lush and responsive, and I never imagined how much I’d enjoy fucking her, even when her belly began to show – especially when it did. I couldn’t explain it, but it must have been some kind of primordial lust of the rutting male, pleased by the fact that he impregnated his partner. Whatever the cause, I enjoyed it immensely, even if we didn’t have sex as often as before and even though Kate didn’t always come to bed with me as I liked.
I knew she had to feel as if she accomplished something during the times she was feeling well.
The time between the second ultrasound when we learned we had a baby girl to the twenty-week period when she started to feel the first faint movements of Sophia, were busy and happy. The only problem was the constant low level of frustration I felt about Lisa and her demands that I treat her ‘nice’. I hated being blackmailed but hoped I could humor Lisa until my fellowship was over in August. Kate was due at the end of August and I’d be on my way to being a fully-accredited pediatric neurosurgeon once I had finished my paternity leave.
Lisa would have to eventually give up. She wouldn’t have me around any longer and would have to transfer her focus on to someone else. Life was good, with that one small exception. As I drove to the hospital to see what waited for me, I had hope that it would all be over.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Kate
By my third trimester, with nothing to do but paint, I was able to complete a number of works I started in Africa, including a series of three studies of my elephant mother and baby. Luckily, I had taken several photos of the two, had sketched out a few options for composition and I had what I felt was a great collection of paintings.
I even submitted my work to a small art gallery in Harlem, which showcased local artists. Although I wasn’t living in Harlem any longer, the curator of the gallery said if I could show I’d lived in Harlem in the last decade, that was good enough for them. I showed her the photos I’d taken of each work in the series and she thought they would be great for an upcoming series of wildlife artists in the fall and told me she’d keep me in mind. She asked me to email my images and she’d submit my work to the committee that would choose the works to showcase.
So, although I was sad that I had to withdraw from my MA temporarily, I felt real satisfaction that I had the time to focus on my art. It made me feel less of an imposter and more like a real artist, whatever that meant. If I could get my paintings in the gallery, and if any of them actually sold for money, I’d be ecstatic. Despite how I felt towards Sefton for making advances on me despite my protests, he did challenge me to rethink my approach to art. He made me think about my art as more than just for decorative purposes, to match the sofa in someone’s living room. I still had to find my ‘voice’ but at least I felt like I had one, even if it was still in development. The more pieces I completed, the more I’d find out what art meant to me and I would develop my own voice.
By my seventh month, I was feeling really great. Even though I was larger, my nausea and vomiting had stopped entirely and I was still sleeping well, my appetite had returned, and I was doing daily yoga for pregnant women. I kept up reading new articles in my field, with the hopes that I could return to finish my MA thesis after a year of being a new mother. Drake was going to take a year off everything and stay home with us, so he could be there the entire time. I was excited and hopeful that I had passed the first and second trimester and was now on my way to full term. With my nausea gone, I was truly content. The renovations at the apartment on 8th Avenue were finally all finished with the exception of the nursery, which was filled with boxes and was being used for storage out of superstition on my part. I didn’t want to get too far ahead of things by finishing the nursery, but with every passing week, and with good lab tests and a good ultrasound, I felt pretty relaxed, all things considered.
I even went to a few Saturday night gigs to watch Mersey play. Usually, though, I let Drake go on his own, not wanting to monopolize his time with his band. Instead, I’d fall asleep on the sofa watching a movie and Drake would wake me up when he arrived home and carry me to bed.
Lisa continued to pester Drake, but so far, nothing more alarming had happened between them. She seemed happy to have him pay attention to her at the hospital – sitting with her at meetings, walking together down the hallways, sitting together when they went out with the other residents for a drink. Maybe she really did just want a friend. I didn’t trust her not to want Drake if she could have him, but I did trust Drake. I knew she was not his type. Not in the least.
I was what he needed and wanted.