Chapter 6
“I’m sorry Clint. I really thought it was time.”
“Don’t worry about it. I am glad that you called me. I don’t like you over there alone. Why don’t you come stay with me, or I will stay with you?”
Mia remembered how scared she had been and if he was there, she knew she would feel better. Things had changed between them and Clint had been over every day anyways, getting things ready for the baby coming.
“Are you sure you would want to? I don’t have any extra beds.”
“I will sleep on the couch. I know how you are about snuggling.”
“Okay. But no funny business, Clint.”
“I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
It wasn’t the same thing as promising nothing more and she knew it, but she liked having it open. Giving her the impression that if she did want something, he would give her what she needed. Mia chided herself for even thinking about it, but between her raging hormones and the way he looked, it was hard not to go there. “Okay Clint. I would actually really like it if you would come stay with me. It gets lonely there all by myself and the baby is coming soon. I want you to be there for that.”
He leaned over to her in the truck and kissed her. It was quick, but she was shocked by the touch. “Sorry Mia.”
“No it’s okay. It was nice.”
Clint groaned inwardly and started the truck. Nice wasn’t what he had in mind, but it was a start.
***
While there were a few times that Mia had been tempted by Clint, the pregnancy kept her mind out of the gutter for the most part. Clint on the other hand did not find his ardor cooled at all. He had meant what he’d said about her beauty. She was beautiful as she was when he had first seen her. Now that she was carrying his child and glowing the whole time, Mia was even more stunning than before. He had moved into her apartment and though his back ached from the couch, there was nowhere else he would rather be. Mia needed more help as the days went on and he was just happy that she was letting him help.
Clint had never thought much about having a child until Jillian. After her, he told himself that he wouldn’t take the chance unless he was married. Since neither one of them was on his radar, he knew that it was a moment of need that brought him where he was. Where he was, there with Mia after longing for her for so long. She was still not open to a relationship, but Clint was still sure that it would change.
“Thanks for making dinner Clint. I never knew you were such a good cook.”
“There are a lot of things that you don’t know about me. I know even less about you.”
“What is there to say? We are having a baby together, what is there to know now? I think all of our secrets were gone when you took me to the hospital last week. I have no more secrets.” Mia tried to laugh it off, but she still wasn’t sure how she felt about him staying for it. He was right there with her and while it was comforting, there was still embarrassment from how personal it had all been. When the doctor had talked about shaving before coming in again, she thought she was going to die.
“So do you want me to help you?”
“With what?”
“With what the doctor was talking about. I mean, I know it must be impossible for you, so I was wondering if you needed some help. Since we have no secrets between us.”
Her face got even redder and she looked down. “I can’t believe you just offered to do that.”
“Why? It needs to be done. You don’t want some shaky handed medical student to do it, do you?”
Mia nodded that she didn’t. The picture he painted made her nervous and want to laugh at the same time from the imagery. “No I don’t, but I am pretty sure that I can handle it. How do you know I already haven’t?”
“The towels don’t go all the way around you anymore.”
“And you were looking?”
“Kind of hard not to, Mia. Anyways, the offer still stands.”
Mia looked down at her plate. “How are we even talking about this at dinner?”
“Well you were the one talking about no secrets and it made me think of that.”
The fact that he knew what was going on down there was bad enough, but she couldn’t stand to talk about it. The rest of the evening Mia was quiet. Clint was taking care of dishes when she went into the bathroom to take care of what had been the topic of the evening. After several failed attempts in the shower, Mia closed her eyes and cursed her stomach. It was impossible. The thought from before came to her, some shaky handed student doing it and she swallowed her pride enough to get some help. “Clint!”
He came in moments later, shielding his eyes from the clear door of the shower. “What is it Mia? Are you alright?”
She nodded and asked him to come in. “Shut the door Clint. I need your help.”
He did as she asked, swallowing hard as he took in her naked profile. His eyes were drawn to her large breasts, but he was still unsure what she needed. His body was already responding as if he were a stud that had just been called in for a service.
When Clint realized he was staring he looked away. “What did you need Mia?”
“You’re right?”
He chuckled. “As much as I like to hear that, don’t you think this could have waited?”
“No, I mean, you were right about not being able to do it. Will you help me?”
“I, um, yeah. Of course.”
She had opened the shower door up and he took in the bareness of her skin and the drops of water sliding down her slowly. “Sorry, I hate to ask. I know this is not a normal request, but I don’t want to get nicked by the shaky-handed med student. So it is kind of your fault for putting it in my head. I hadn’t even really thought about it.”
Clint was just looking at her, while she was babbling away because she was so nervous. “Are you okay? You aren’t going to nick me are you?”
“No, it’s just.”
“I look different, huh? I swear that’s your fault to. Your son is going to be big like you.”
“Sorry.”
“So are you coming in or not?”
“You want me to come in with you?”
She moved back. “How else are we going to do this?”
He started to move towards her and she stopped him with a giggle. “You might want to take off your clothes. You can’t come in here with your jeans on.”
Clint nodded and started to take them off. Her eyes watched him and darkened with his shirt coming off. Biting her lip, Mia watched his body start to reveal itself. It looked as good as she remembered, maybe even harder. His hands paused on his boxers and she waited for him to pull them down as well. Mia could already see the hardness in them, waiting to see more.
“I think I will keep these on for both our sakes.”
She tried to hide her disappointment. “Well if you think it is best.”
He moved into the tub and into the stream of water. It was hotter than he was used to, but he ignored the steamy water for the view. “So how do you want to do this?”
“I was hoping you would have an idea. You were the one that seemed so sure of yourself.”
“It sounded easy in theory, but you standing there is distracting. Lean back and I will help hold you up.”
Mia wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but then his arm grabbed one of her thighs, lifting up her leg high and spreading her in the same motion. She handed him the razor when he asked for it. Mia was unable to watch him, but put her head back with her eyes closed, feeling the way his fingers felt and the sharp blade. It took a lot of trust, but she felt more than safe with him down there. She finally looked down, his dark hair tickling her thighs as he worked.
Clint put her leg onto his shoulder as he moved to the lower, more delicate parts. Mia was sure that she could feel his hot breath on her and it was driving her crazy.
“Are you almost done?”
“Don’t rush me Mia.”
She closed her eyes and put her head back on the tile with a sigh. His mouth so close was like torture and the touches were on more and more sensitive flesh. She was panting above him, wanting something she knew was impossible.
He stopped and she felt water rinsing her off. Then there was a smooth finger touching her, rubbing against her nub. Mia gasped. “Just making sure I didn’t miss anything.”
His words were paired with hot breath on her quim. Looking down, she moved her hips forward, her fingers pushing through his hair. Before she knew what she was doing, Mia was pulling him towards her. Clint took the hint and added a hot tongue with his touch. Her eyes closed with the touch, pleasure running through her body. It was too good and before she could stop herself, Mia was calling out to him. Her grip in his hair tightened and pushed him back when his greedy mouth wanted more.
“It’s good. Stop, Clint.”
When he stood up, it was clear that he didn’t want to stop. His dark eyes held hers as he moved in for a kiss. Mia could taste herself on his tongue and she moaned against him. Her body was still shaking, insides clenching with aftershocks of bliss. It was then that the clenching became more and she whimpered. “Clint.”
“Please tell me you want something inside of you. I am dying to be there.”
Mia shook her head. “No, I think it’s time.”
The clouds in his eyes cleared. “You mean…”
“Yes.” Her eyes closed with a contraction. She had always heard things about orgasms making it happen, but she never would have thought it was actually true. “We need to go.”
He helped her out, toweling her off and then helping her get dressed before taking her to the truck. Mia knew it was different that time. This was not going to be a close call. She could see that and knew now the difference. She urged him to hurry, feeling like they were going to be late. The urgency wasn’t as bad as before, a calm going over her. They would make it, Mia tried to convince herself.
“Are you okay? You’re not screaming or anything.”
She tried to smile. “I think that is just in the movies. I don’t want to waste my energy getting upset. Just get us there in one piece and I will be happy.”
Clint tried not to panic. Why was she so calm? He wasn’t the one about to have a baby, but he seemed more worried about it than she was. He concentrated on the road, the headlights leading the way. At the same time he was trying to convince himself that it was going to be okay, Clint was terrified. Of all the time that he had thought about it, it was finally going to happy. He was finally going to be a father.
***
“He has your eyes, don’t you think?”
Clint couldn’t stop smiling as he nodded. His face was hurting from it. It was not what he had expected. He had heard of how it was supposed to feel, a love washing over him, but nothing to the magnitude that it actually was.
“He does have my eyes, but the rest is you. I can’t believe we made him.”
She smiled and lay back in the bed. Mia was exhausted, but didn’t want to miss anything. It was early in the morning and even though their son was sleeping, she still couldn’t take her eyes from him. “I think you should name him Clint, since you are the father.”
He was overwhelmed and said the first name that came out. “Virgil. After my dad. What do you think?”
Mia’s eyes were half-closed as he held the baby. “That sounds like the perfect name.”
Clint looked down at the same dark eyes that he saw every day in the mirror. Virgil was the perfect blend of them both. He looked up to say something but Mia was asleep. She had had a long day and he couldn’t help but think of how worth it, everything had been. “Sweet dreams my love.”