Chapter 20
A few weeks before Christmas, Kenzie and I get together for a girls’ night… also known as our first wedding planning session. For someone who claims marriage was never a big deal, she seems to have all the details worked out in her head. I could not be happier for her. I always knew that she secretly dreamt of becoming Tyler’s wife, she just wouldn’t bring herself to voice it, not wanting him to feel pressured into asking.
I understand where she is coming from. If the time comes for Mychal to ask me, I do not want him to feel obligated. I told him precisely that after our first doctor’s appointment. It melted my heart even more to know that one day he wants me to carry his last name; I never want him to feel he has to marry me however, just because of our baby.
Our baby, I cannot wait until Christmas when Mychal and I will finally share our secret. It is getting harder and harder to hide. We are both overcome with joy and want the world to know. Not to mention, I do not seem to be one of those lucky women who will be able to hide their pregnancy. I have not finished my first trimester, yet I feel my clothes getting just a little tighter. We couldn’t keep it from them much longer if we wanted to.
“Well, what do you think of this one?” Kenzie is intently looking at a page in a bridal magazine. I was completely absorbed in my own thoughts, having no clue where we are in our planning.
“I’m sorry, what are we looking at?”
“What is with you today, Piper? You are so distracted. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s good, sorry my mind just sort of drifted for a few.”
“What were you thinking about?”
Your niece or nephew. “Nothing really, just daydreaming. Trying to picture your day. I am so happy for you, Kenz. You and Tyler are perfect for each other. I can’t wait till you’re married. Have you set a date yet?” I need to know how fat I will be.
“Thanks Piper.” She is now beaming. “We are thinking of waiting until next August, that way I have time to plan and get things in order.”
That will give me a little time to work some baby weight off. “I know you will make it perfect.”
The rest of the evening is spent planning away. I help her pick out colors, purple, hot pink, and black. We have narrowed down the type of flowers she would like. She has also decided she wants an outdoor venue offering an indoor setting as well, in case of weather. Our next girls’ night will be spent narrowing down a selection of places to inquire about. We are going to begin dress hunting after the holidays.
Mychal and Tyler return a little after nine. I am yawning as he walks up to give me a kiss. “I guess that’s my cue to steal you away.”
“Is planning my wedding that boring?” Kenzie teases while Tyler grins.
“Sorry, it’s just been a long day. I’ve had fun planning with you.”
Another kiss brushes my forehead, “Come on Baby, let’s get you home.”
After we say our goodbyes, we head out. I am exhausted. On the way home, with my head resting on the window, in my groggy state I can’t help but ask, “Mychal?”
“Yeah, Baby?”
“Will you still love me when I’m fat?”
Trying to hold back his laughter, he questions, “What are you talking about?”
“My clothes are already getting tight and I’m not even into our second trimester.” On the verge of tears, I go on. “I’m going to be huge, and you won’t want me anymore.” I am sure it’s my hormones talking, but I am unable to contain my sadness at the thought of him no longer wanting me.
“Baby, you aren’t getting fat. Please stop. I told you before, nothing could ever make me stop loving you, wanting you. I wish you could see how beautiful you are. Is your body going to change? Yes, but you will still be beautiful. I can guarantee I will still want you. You are carrying my baby, the most precious gift you could ever give me. How could you possibly think I wouldn’t find the entire process beautiful?”
By the time we reach our apartment and Mychal has parked his SUV, I have lost the battle with trying to hold back my tears. His words have pulled on my heartstrings to the point I am sobbing. He is out and at my door before I even have a chance to open it.
He cradles my face in his hands pulling me in for a passionate kiss, full of love. All too soon he pulls back. Using his thumbs to brush the tears from my face, he looks into my eyes holding my gaze. “Piper, I love you with everything in me. I won’t ever let you forget that. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, will ever change how I feel for you. The changes your body is going to make for the sake of our baby will only make you more beautiful in my eyes. I can’t wait to see you with your belly rounded; when I will be able to rub my hand over it and feel our baby kick.” He splays one hand wide over my stomach as if to demonstrate. “Do you understand what I’m saying? Please tell me you get it.”
“I do. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be this emotional wreck. I just can’t seem to help it these days.” Pulling him closer, I bury my face in his chest.
With a kiss on my head while holding me tightly, he whispers “You don’t need to apologize to me. We are in this together. Every step of the way, even when you get hormonal and lose your mind.” He teases.
Thankful the mood has lightened, I let him lead me inside and into the bedroom.
“Now,” with a gleam in his eye he lets out a heavy sigh, “I think you need a reminder of just how badly I want you. How badly I always want you, and always will.”
Not another word is spoken, none are needed. No longer tired, I am full of desire. He strips me, taking his time. Once he has me just how he wants me, naked… he quickly removes his own clothes.
He presses his body against mine; I feel his hard length against my stomach. We kiss, unhurried. With every kiss, every caress of his hand on my body, he is showing me his love. Grabbing the back of my thighs, he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He walks us to the bed; he drops me and encourages me to move up toward the middle. He follows me, straddling my hips he devours me with his mouth, starting with mine. By the time he makes his way down my body, reaching my core, I am on fire. He spreads my legs wide, holding my thighs down, he indulges himself. It’s as if he cannot get enough, using his very talented mouth, he sends me over the edge repeatedly.
“Mychal, please.” I beg. “I can’t take anymore. I need you.”
After a few more swipes of his tongue, lapping at my juices, he kisses his way back up my body. Settling himself between my legs, he sinks into me. Slowly, so slowly it verges on torture. I try to quicken the pace, only to have him grab my hips, effectively halting me. “Please, faster.”
“Not tonight, Baby. Tonight, we are going to take it slow. I’m going to make love to you, a reminder, so you never have doubts again.”
He nuzzles into my neck. Kissing me tenderly. His gentle movements and the fullness of him filling me has my orgasm building. I am not sure how much more I can withstand before I combust from the heat. My walls begin to tighten, he must feel it. “That’s it. You’re almost there, me too. I want to cum with you, Baby. How close are you?”
“Oh God, Mychal! So close!”
“Yeah?” He is losing his control, and that is what finishes me.
“NOW, Mychal! I’m there now!”
“That’s it, Baby! Fuck!” I feel his cock twitch as he shoots hot bursts of cum deep inside me.
Breathless, we lie there with him still filling me. Bracing his forearms on the bed, he brushes his hand along my cheek. I lean into his loving touch. With love shining in his eyes, he smiles. “Was I effective at reminding you just how much I want you, how much I love you?”
My grin covers my face. “Definitely, I may need you to remind me often though.”
“Yeah?” He chuckles, “I’m pretty sure I can accommodate.”
I wince as he pulls out of me and moves to lie beside me. I cuddle into his side, laying my head on his chest. “I love you, Mychal.”
Sensing I’m about to doze off he quietly speaks, “I love you too, Baby. Before you drift off, let me go get something to clean you up.”
Letting out a soft grumble, I move allowing him to get out of the bed. He returns with a warm washcloth. After cleaning me he tosses it aside and rejoins me. Neither of us caring to put clothes on. Who needs clothes when I have Mychal to keep me warm?
Mychal set my mind at ease last night. No longer am I worried that he will stop loving me or no longer want me as my belly grows huge. However, the thought of outgrowing my already tightening clothes, is slightly disheartening.
I am still staring at myself in the mirror, trying to conjure up a way to make my jeans button, when Mychal walks in. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, you know, just plotting to take over the world.” I roll my eyes, letting out an exaggerated breath.
Walking over to me, he slides his hands around my waist from behind. “You are such a smartass.” He replies, but I see the humor swimming in the reflection of his eyes in the mirror. “What’s wrong?”
“They don’t fit. ALREADY! I can’t button them!” I huff. “There is no way I should outgrow my clothes this soon!”
“You are so cute when you pout.” He remarks, and I glare at him.
“It’s not funny. At this rate, we will be lucky to hide it until Christmas!”
“Let’s go.”
“Wait. What? Where are we going?”
“We need to go shopping. You need clothes and we have to find gifts to share the news with our parents.”
“Mychal, I don’t want to buy clothes.”
“Well, you could always just start wearing my sweatpants everywhere. I’m sure your boss won’t mind.”
“Ugh! Fine! But you will probably have to buy me new clothes again next week.”
“I’m sure you’re exaggerating, but if that’s what it takes, that’s what we will do.” He chuckles.
Not wanting to risk running into any family or friends, we opt for making the hour drive to Columbus for our shopping endeavors. I get the feeling Mychal is enjoying this much more than I am. He has dragged me through each store in the mall that could possibly contain any type of clothing for me, anything that could serve as a meaningful gift that won’t be too cheesy, and even wandered through countless isles of baby items.
In one afternoon, he has supplied my closet with clothes in a variety of different sizes. Not heading to my pleas; it was all too much, and more than I could ever need. Still, he is very persistent in his pursuit to take care of me, insisting on buying everything. We have also picked out furniture for Mychal’s spare bedroom that will soon become our nursery. I was able to convince him we should hold off on putting any of it together until we find out the baby’s gender, that way we aren’t having to move it or paint around it.
Stepping into one of the specialty shops, we were able to find custom photo frames. My eyes settle on a section; walking over I pick one up reading the words engraved upon it. Mychal, reading it from over my shoulder, places is a kiss behind my ear. “It’s perfect, Baby.”
“Yeah? It is, isn’t?”
I’m still smiling as we walk to the counter with the frame. The clerk, whom we find out is also the owner, is kind and happy to help us. Once we have ordered our two frames, relaying what words we would like scrolled on each, we thank her and head out.
Back out in to the valley of holiday shoppers, he turns to me, “Time to feed you. What would my babies like?”
“Tacos.” My stomach growls at me as I state without hesitation.
He groans, wrinkling his nose, “Tacos? Again? Fine, but once the baby gets here… you are grounded from tacos.”
I burst out laughing, garnering strange looks from a few of the other shoppers. “That’s not fair. I can’t help it… they are the only things that sound good.”
“You and your tacos… of all the foods you could crave, it had to be tacos.” He teases.