Hello, Valentine (Holiday Love)

This is going to be baby number two, and we are so excited to meet her. I gave birth to our son Alan, nine months to the day from our wedding night, and it was the happiest moment of our lives. I decided to continue with school, and I will not say being a full-time student, wife, and mother is not hard because it absolutely is, but Drew is always here to help, and surprisingly enough, so are our parents. They stayed plenty pissed for a while, as a matter of fact, throughout my whole pregnancy. The day Alan was born, they came to the hospital and fell in love with their new grandson.

Now, here I am, five and a half months pregnant with our daughter and about to brain my husband if he doesn’t fuck me right now. “Calm your greedy ass down.” he slaps my ass before forging his steel inside of me.

“Yes!” I holler out, squeezing my pussy, trying to force him to move.

“How the hell are you still so damn tight? This pussy molds my dick just right. Take what you want, baby sis. Show your brother how dirty you are.” Oh, God. He knows how much it turns me on when he says that. “Shit, baby. Ride this dick. Fuck yourself on this snake.”

“Drew. Yes, Drew. Oh shit. I’m there. I’m there.”

“Let go, baby. Let go.” He spanks me, and I fall headfirst into oblivion. He curses and shoots off before, rolling me on top of him. His hand instantly comes to my belly and rubs it. “How is my daughter.”

“She’s fine. I think she was asleep, and we woke her.” I tell him, snuggling into him.

“Do you have time for a nap, baby?”

“No,” I answer, feeling myself drift off.

“I will wake you in twenty.”

“Ok.” I feel him kiss me before I drift. Nothing has been perfect, but our love is. I wouldn’t trade any part of our life together. Especially in moments like these, wrapped in his arms.

Epilogue

Andrew

Three Years Later

“Alan, grab the cooler,” I yell for my six-year-old. Turning, I see my wife as she waddles down the stairs carrying the baby. Yes. I said waddle and baby. She is currently eight months pregnant, carrying our eleven-month-old daughter down the stairs. Yea... I can’t keep my hands off her.

Over the past six years, she has given me four beautiful children: Alan, Cadence, Lily, Brittoni, and one on the way. She did all of this while completing her bachelor's degree. When she graduated, I fully anticipated her beginning her career as a social worker. Still, she told me the night after graduation, while we laid in bed, that she was proud of herself for accomplishing her dream of a degree, and though she wants to practice, she doesn’t want a nanny raising our kids. So, she chose to forgo working to be a stay at mom. Now, I say this in its simplest form, but what she does is anything but simple. She is the president of the PTA, the organizer for all of the team fundraisers, and she never misses a sport or activity. She cooks, cleans, and is still sexy as hell. She is remarkable. Today is our annual spring fling with our friends and their children. Plus, our parents.

“Drew, can you take Britt? I need to pee.” She hands me my little fairy, and I kiss her chubby cheeks.

“Babababab.” she babbles on and on laughing when I kiss her. She is the going to be a troublemaker. I know it.

“Dad, is Angelica going to be there?” My daughter, Cadence, asks me about Jamison and Ana’s daughter. All of our children, though varying ages, are close.

“Yes, sweetheart. She is.”

“What about Adelaide?” she is going to go down the list of all of the kids. I shake my head, laughing at her.

“Everyone is going to be there, baby girl. Make sure you and your little sisters have everything.”

After another twenty minutes of chaos, we are finally ready to walk out the door. Holding open the car door, I help my wife into the car and kissed her before I shut the door. “I love you, baby. Thank you for this amazing family.” She smiles and kisses me back.

“Thank you, husband, for waiting for me and loving me.” Like I will every day for the rest of my life.