“You’re going to have to start sharing those,” I teased.
“As long as he saves some for me.”
“He or she,” I corrected. Turns out we’d opted to leave the sex of our baby a surprise, but he and Star both had already determined the baby was a boy.
“Can we not talk about the baby when I’m trying to get you naked?”
“Sorry.” He’d gotten really strange about things since the baby had started kicking.
He went down beneath the covers and slipped my panties down, trailing his fingers and tongue against my swollen clit.
I nearly came up off the pillows as he tasted me. The spot was so sensitive that it only took me seconds to orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” His fingers slipped inside me, stroking my walls as he nibbled at my tender bud. I panted and moaned, wanting him inside me.
His fingers slipped out and then trailed down to my bottom where he teased my back entrance with a bit of pressure. I moaned writhed beneath him. “Fuck me.” I wrapped my legs around him, and he took my desperate pleas seriously and rose up to center his cock at my aching pussy.
He sliced through with a bit of pain and pleasure all rolled together to create the perfect ecstasy, and another orgasm ripped a cry from my throat as I bit his shoulder.
“Sh, baby. You’ll wake her.” I tried to control myself as he fucked me, his pace quickening feverishly.
“It feels so good. I need it, baby.”
“I know, and I’m going to give it to you. Are you ready?” He thrust harder, slapping against my hips so hard, that he cradled my belly to keep it from shaking.
“Yes, please.” I could barely speak around my gasping breath, and he pushed himself deep, bringing his mouth against my nipple and sucking so hard, that by the time his cock shot his thick, hot seed inside of me, we were both spilling into one another.
He collapsed next to me and wiped his mouth. “Fuck. That was intense.” He kissed me sweetly, and no sooner than we’d snuggled down next to one another, Star burst through the door.
“I thought you locked that.”
His eyes were wide, and I could tell he’d meant to. “Star, I’ve told you about knocking.”
“Today’s the big day, though, so I made you breakfast.”
My stomach rolled thinking of the last time she had. In fairness, it had been morning sickness all along.
“That’s sweet of you, baby. We’ll be out to celebrate with you in a minute. Will you go ahead and pour me some orange juice and leave it on the table?” He was trying to get her out of there so he could get dressed, and I hoped she didn’t think anything of our underwear laying on the floor.
“Sure, Daddio.” She hopped down off the bed, and I laughed as he shook his head.
“Do you think she’ll ever stop calling me daddio?”
She’d been trying on different names, and so far, she’d settled on calling me mama mia and him daddio. I figured it was a start, but he was less enthused.
“It’s cute, and she’ll grow out of it eventually.”
“As long as she doesn’t teach the baby to say it.” He moved to the edge of his bed, and we got dressed and met her down in the kitchen.
She’d made regular eggs this time; no fancy food colors, and then she’d cut up pieces of bologna and cooked them in the microwave until they were hard chips.
“This looks delicious, Star. Thank you.” I wasn’t about to tell her that it looked a bit frightening and I was hoping to avoid the bologna chips.
“You’re welcome, Mama Mia. I made toast again, too, but just regular toast.” I looked at the stack of buttered toast and counted the slices. She’d done at least half the loaf.
“That’s a lot of toast.” Chance took three pieces and stacked them on his plate.
“We need to hurry and get down to the courthouse so we can meet with the lawyer, so you ladies should go ahead and get ready when we’re done.” He popped a bologna piece in his mouth and crunched, making a face.
“Is it bad, Daddio?”
He took a sip of his drink. “No way. I’ve eaten much worse in the navy. I think you’re on to a new invention. Bologna chips might just be the next rage.”
Star’s face lit with a proud smile and then she hurried to finish, telling us how excited she was and that she and Jackie had matching outfits for the occasion, thanks to Cynthia.
As Chance and I stood at the bathroom mirror, him trimming up his beard and me putting the finishing touches on my hair, I noticed the time. “We’re going to be too early if we go down there now.”
“Nah, it will be fine. I’d like to have a minute with the lawyers before we go in the courtroom anyway.” He wiped his face and leaned in to kiss my cheek and pat my belly. “You look beautiful.”