Ethan

“I’m pregnant.”

I stared at Lola in shock as she gripped Samuel’s hand tightly in her both of hers. Her cheeks were bright pink and she ducked her head before whispering, “I didn’t think I could—um, so we didn’t—” she broke off, burying her red face in Samuel’s shoulder.

My best friend, on the other hand, was puffed up like a peacock and grinning smugly. We had just finished dinner, barbecuing on the back patio Lilah had recently re-decorated when they’d asked us to sit so they could share some news.

I bit my lip to keep from snickering, but Lilah started giggling, leaning into my side as she began to shake. “I didn’t think we needed to have the protection talk with you two. Aren’t you old enough to know better?” The last word was snorted out as she threw her head back and laughed hysterically. Her large, round belly bounced with the force of her laughter and I frowned, placing my hand on the hard surface.

“Calm down, Lilah. You’ll put yourself in labor.”

“Good,” she chuckled with a roll of her eyes. “I’m a week late, Ethan. It’s about time your son made an appearance, don’t you think?”

“You’re okay with this?” Lola asked hopefully, prompting Lilah to raise her eyebrows in surprise.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, you haven’t had much time with Sam and I don’t want you to think this baby will replace you or anything.”

With a groan, Lilah pushed off of the love seat we’d been cuddled on and staggered to her feet. I jumped up to help her, then kept my arm around her waist to keep her steady. She waddled over to Lola and held out her arms. “I couldn’t be more thrilled for you guys, as long as you’re happy.” Lola stood and fell into Lilah’s arms, crying happily.

“I counted myself the luckiest woman in the world to have you for a daughter, Lilah,” she sobbed. “Now, I get another one. I’m terrified and excited, all at the same time. I’m too old to have a baby! “

Lilah hugged her as best she could around her large stomach. “Oh hush,” she told her with a beautiful smile. “You’re only forty-two for Pete’s sake! Besides, I’m scared and excited too, Lola. At least we’ll be doing it together. This is—Oh!” Lilah yelped and stumbled backwards in to me, grabbing onto her belly. “Shit! This hurts!”

It was the first time I had ever heard Lilah swear, and I wanted to laugh at how cute she was. Except, it hit me that if my woman was cussing, she had to be in labor.

“Oh, fuck! Ethan! I’m going to kill you!”

* * *

I couldn’t take my eyes off of my wife as she fed our eight-week-old son. They were both gorgeous. Rush turned out to be a fitting name for our boy, since he came screaming into the world after only four hours of labor. However, it had been too fast for Lilah to get an epidural and I learned that my wife, for all she seemed so pure and innocent, had the swearing repertoire of a sailor.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I stepped out of the nursery to answer. After speaking with the other person for a few minutes, I was grinning when I pressed the end button.

After Samuel had fired Marcus and had him escorted from the building, I’d made a call and my team had gotten to work. It had been easy to spread the word, making him a virtual pariah in the business world, but that wasn’t enough for me. It took some time, but an associate of mine had finally found evidence of fraud. He’d just called to tell me that charges had been filed and Marcus arrested.

Now, I could put it behind me and focus on my family. I padded back into Rush’s bedroom just as Lilah was laying him down in his crib. Her pretty little ass was in the air as she bent over, and my mouth started to water. It felt like it had been weeks since I’d really sunk my dick into her sweet pussy. Quickies and silent fucking while trying not to wake the baby weren’t cutting it anymore. I’d finally convinced Lilah to move Rush to the nursery, and I was going to take advantage of it before she batted her eyelashes at me and I let her change my mind.

Lilah stood up and turned around, a soft smile on her face. I held out my hand and when she took it, I pulled her into my arms. “My turn, baby girl,” I growled. “I can’t let Rush have all the fun with your tits.” My lips found hers as I swept her up into my arms and stalked down the hall to our bedroom.

I set her on her feet at the end of the bed and slowly removed her robe. She was wearing sexy little red panties underneath it, and I kissed every inch of her skin as I helped her out of them. After she was naked, I lifted her onto the bed, then got rid of my own clothes.

Lilah’s heated eyes were glued to my erection standing hard and long against my belly. It grew even more under her stare, and I groaned at the mixed pain and pleasure. I quickly checked the monitor and then climbed onto the bed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lilah,” I murmured reverently as I looked over her. She moved to cover her tummy, still deliciously soft from carrying our baby. Grabbing her hands, I set them above her head. “Don’t. I love your body, baby girl. Every inch.” Leaning down, I kissed her stomach. “I miss seeing you pregnant.”

“Swollen, bloated, and as big as a house?” she scoffed.

I grinned. “Yep.”

Lilah rolled her eyes and wiggled, trying to get out of my grasp. I held tight and moved fully over her, lowering until we were skin to skin. “Ethan,” she moaned, and I almost came right then.

I let go of her hands to cup her full tits. Milk pebbled on her nipples and I licked each one clean. Lilah whimpered and her pelvis bucked up. “I love that your tits are so sensitive.” I sucked on one, then the other. “Fucking delicious.”

“Ethan, stop playing. Hurry, before Rush wakes up,” she whined.

“Rush is in his nursery, baby girl,” I reminded her before returning to my ministrations. Her hips thrust up again, taunting me. “Lilah,” I snarled in warning. I was going to take my fucking time and savor every inch of my wife’s delectable body.

The little minx didn’t stop trying to egg me on. As punishment, I brought her to the edge with my mouth and fingers over and over, never letting her fall. Finally, she was begging, pleading for me to fill her. I decided to press one more advantage.

She’d been adamant about waiting a year before trying for another baby. I refused to wear a condom and she hadn’t had a chance to get on birth control, as if I would have let that happen. Every time we fucked, I’d managed to have her so out of her mind, she didn’t notice when I went in bare.

I was tired of the game.

“Do you need to come, baby girl?” I purred.

“Yes! Please, Ethan. Please!”

I kissed her deeply again and rubbed my shaft over her soaked pussy. “I’m going in bare, Lilah.” My voice was tight and gruff from keeping control. “I’m going to fill you with come and plant another baby in your belly.”

“But—”

“No buts, Lilah. I don’t want to wait and”—I pulled back slightly and looked down into her shining blue eyes—“I think if you stop and really consider it, you’ll realize you don’t either. Don’t you want another little Rush, baby girl? Maybe a little Bonnie this time?”

Lilah’s eyes softened and filled with tears. “Bonnie?”

I nodded and smiled before kissing her softly. “What do you say? Should we make a little Bonnie, my sweet Lilah?”

“Yes,” she breathed, and I didn’t wait another second before burying myself so deep inside her I didn’t know where she ended and I began.

By the time we fell to our backs, sweaty, exhausted, and completely sated, I’d come in her at least three times. “I love you,” I murmured as I held her close while she fell asleep. When I woke a few hours later and Rush was still asleep, I filled her one more time for good measure. One month later, when we discovered she was pregnant, I figured it was that last time which got the job done.