“So, since you hate peaches, I decided...” Annie trailed off, holding out the peach pie with a grin as Kyla shrieked.
“You didn’t!” Her friend’s head went to her bulging belly, patterned with orange and pink sunflowers. “Ugh, I’m already so fat, and this pie going to make me even fatter!”
Kyle patted her, smiling blandly, “It’s called being pregnant, babe.”
Kyla smiled sweetly, patting his belly, “Let’s see you gain thirty pounds and try it out then.”
Kyle and Grayson took this as their cue to leave. Grayson gestured around at the purple garlanded ceiling, peach cupcakes, and pyramid of presents in the corner, all under the emblazoned sign ‘WELCOME BABY EMILY’! “You ever think this was going to happen to you?”
Kyle smirked. “You kidding? Hell no. I mean, purple is a dubious color at best.”
The pair cracked up at that. Kyle elbowed his friend. “And what about you? You ever expected...” he jerked his chin towards Annie, who was still chatting happily with Kyla.
“Oh definitely,” Grayson said in a falsetto voice. “I wanted it all. The wife, the 2.5 kids, the dog named Scamp...” he made a face. “Yeah, thought I’d be one of those eighty-year-old bachelors who’d have to pay escorts to make his day.”
He and Kyle chuckled darkly, while Kyle’s brows raised cheekily. “You know, there’s still time to back out.” He winked.
Annie took that very opportune moment to wander in. “You two look downright conspiratorial. What’re you talking about?”
Grayson slung his arm around her and squeezed. “Oh, you know. Just how you’re everything and anything I ever dreamed of.”
Annie snorted. “Sorry, I’ve got to be drunker for that.”
Kyle flickered his lashes at her, sending Grayson snickering. “This is a baby shower, need I remind you. If the mother can’t get shit-faced, then none of us can.”
Grayson lifted a Rickard’s Red that he’d brought along, “Here’s to that.”
Kyle made a mock-annoyed sigh, leaving to find Kyla.
Annie nudged him as they watched the couple giggling as they fed each other pie. Around them, there was a hive of activity as other people chatted, wandered, and ate from the spread of fruit, cheese, and crackers that were laid out on their kitchen counter, while Lop scampered along, barking jubilantly. But Kyla and Kyle only had eyes for each other.
“And to think,” Annie said to Grayson. “You were once against the whole thing.”
“I wasn’t against...” Grayson cracked a smile. “Ok, I totally was, but can you blame me? I was losing my other musketeer.”
He squeezed her shoulder. “Although, in the meantime, I have, admittedly, gained something... altogether better.”
Annie dipped her hand onto his chest and whispered with a naughty grin, “A regular sex partner you don’t need to wear condoms with?”
Grayson made a scandalized face before cracking up. “No, a crazy-sexy fiancée who I’m marrying in half a year.”
Annie groaned, “Don’t remind me. We haven’t even started looking at venues.”
Grayson held up a finger. “I’m not finished though. I gained a crazy-sexy fiancée,” he cracked a mischievous grin, “and a regular sex partner I don’t need to wear condoms with.”
When Annie tried whacking him, he caught her hand mid-air. Catching each other’s eye, they burst out laughing.
“Speaking of,” Grayson whispered in her air, giving her a quick imperceptible bum squeeze. “What do you say to a post-baby shower party?”
Annie moved so she could bomp him with her butt, “I’d say... definitely.”
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A FEW HOURS LATER, they had scarcely shut the front door before they were tearing off each other’s clothes.
“Wait,” Grayson said, suddenly.
His shirt was off, his pants half on, and his smile definitively devilish. “How about we make this the Baby-making Post-Baby Shower Party.”
Annie froze, her smile climbing up her face, “Are you saying...”
His smile was rueful. “A mini-me might not be the worst thing.”
Annie bumped him with her butt, “A mini-us.”
He shrugged, yanking down her skirt with one efficient tug. “Mini us, mini you, mini me. Whatever.”
“Wow, I’m so turned on now,” Annie said, her deep breathing turning into laughter.
“Yeah, yeah,” Grayson said. “Laugh all you want. But by the time I’m finished with you, you’re gonna be screaming.”
And that was when he swept her up in his arms. Kicking off his pants, he strode over to the living room couch and flung her onto it.
As he pinned Annie down, he paused to eye her, “So, what do you say?”
“To what?”
“Will you be my lover, my partner, my wife, the mother of my children?”
Annie sighed, “Grayson, are you really going to make me say it again?”
His briefs off now too, he edged into her entrance. Her bare pussy clasped at him desperately, furiously.
He smiled down at her as she squirmed.
“Fine,” she groaned. “I do, I do. I do. Please, Grayson. Just do it.”
And that was when he slid into her. Even after all this time, that first insertion was nothing short of electrifying. All of her drooped with it, as if she’d been waiting the whole day for it. Then, her inner walls clamped down on him, and he repeated the motion. This time, her pussy angled to meet him. In and out, a little bit to the left, a little bit to the right; their bodies flowed together in perfect sync.
By now, sex between them was seamless, two bodies perfectly in tune. Every part joined in the flow amidst the bellies and chests rubbing, the fingers clasping breasts, balls and faces. Mouths clamping down on lips, ears, breasts, shoulders. The all-encompassing rhythm and the overpowering thrusting set their bodies trembling together into one fused forward-arcing body. One more building upon itself.
Grayson knew just how to thrust into her as they kissed their way from one position to another. From missionary to doggy to cowgirl to criss-cross. All part of the dance in no particular order. All of it felt right based only on what felt so.
Grayson could hardly believe his luck. Hot and cool girls were like some endangered species he had once thought didn’t exist. At least hot, cool girls that he had feelings for. But Annie was it. His it. His best friend and his partner in crime; the love of his life.
Ironic how as his mind rejoiced with the realization that he’d made it, so did his body start spasming. And hers. Theirs. And so, they came as one beautiful body. They died and were reborn again. Fused and trembling, Grayson knew it. Finally, fully. Without a doubt.
He stared into their blue ceiling but saw past it. He saw his future laid out as a perfect bridge from his perfect present. He and their little daughter, Emily, and his Annie, Annie Peters, who was soon to be Annie Malone.
His it. Now and forever. For five years, fifty years, all the years of his life.
Hell yeah.
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