Twelve

 

CRYSTAL

Three months later . . .

Hawaii

 

“Legs, we talked about this,” my amazing husband growls from behind me causing me to roll my eyes. The moment we made it back to Hawaii, he demanded that I not lift a fucking finger. Telling me that I would hurt myself or the baby. For fucks sake, I’m only four months pregnant and barely showing.

“Really? I can’t even lift a fucking laptop? I don’t know how the hell it’s supposed to hurt me when it weighs less than the baby will when it gets here!” I yell at him. Laughter from the deck has me turning and glaring at Kai who just walked up. “Will you please tell him pregnant women are not fragile, since you've been through this three times now with Myla?”

“Yeah, good luck with that. You do realize I consider your husband much tamer than mine when it comes to husbands being over protective of their pregnant wives, right?” Myla states as she walks into the house. She’s due any day now with their second son.

“Makamae,” Kai says in the authoritative tone of voice he uses at times. “You know you aren’t supposed to walk that far from the house. I thought I told you to wait and I would come and get the kids from their playdate with Mads.”

“And what have I told you about demanding things of me?” The look she gives him has me laughing out loud. “Anyway, I wanted to invite them over for some cake.”

Kai’s face transforms and I know I don’t even want to know why he’s looking at her like she’s his next meal. The redness that’s creeping up her neck has me turning my back.

“That cake is mine, makamae. You know how much I like your creations. It makes me want to get my special plate–” his voice is mumbled causing me look over my shoulder. Myla has covered his mouth but the twinkle in his eyes as he stares at her tells me that she was smart in doing it. In the next moment, the kids walk into the room.

“Maxim. Melanie. It’s time to come home for dinner.” The grumbling is stopped when she says her next sentence. “We’re having cake for dessert and our neighbors are joining us.”

“Cake!” Mads yells in happiness and rushes out the back door.

Jane hurries out after her. She’s our new live in nurse that Mari recommended to us. She was more than willing to move to Hawaii with us to help take care of Maddison. At first, I was leery and had Conti do a major background check on her. Once it came back clean, I then began to open up a bit to her. It also helped that she has spent some time around Mads when Mari was taking care of her.

Kai leads his family out the back. Before he closes our sliding glass door, he turns toward us. “Since Mads and Jane are already heading over, why don’t you two take some time to yourselves? Let’s just say it’s to make up for the time you gave us this afternoon.”

Before I could fully comprehend what he just said, I’m picked up bridal style and carried off to our room.

Knowing that I’ll be screaming down the house in a matter of minutes . . .  and with the promise of cake. Well, this might just be one of the best days I’ve had since I married Conti.

 

One Month later . . .

 

Conti’s leg bounces as we wait on the ultrasound tech to finally enter the office. Knowing that we’re going to find out the sex of our baby today, has me on edge with excitement.

“Would you settle down?” I mumble from the table I’m on.

“I’m just hoping our little bubble is willing to open their legs today.” His eyes roll when I burst out in laughter. “I want to know what we’re having before we tell Mads that she’s going to be a big sister.

My tears start when I think about Maddison finding out we’re going to have a baby. She's already noticing my stomach and has asked why I'm getting fat. Being five months pregnant and being called fat isn’t a good combination. Tears started and I then felt like an ass because it scared her to see me cry. It took Conti and Jane an hour to calm us both down.

A knock on the door startles me and I turn seeing the ultrasound tech walking in.

“Are we ready to see if this little one is cooperating today?” The tech asks as she starts tugging up my shirt to squirt gel on my stomach.

The moment the wand touches me, the sound of the baby’s heartbeat fills the room immediately. Glancing at Conti, I watch as wonderment fills his face. The first time we heard it, he had tears falling down his face. I smirked at him, and he said he didn’t give a fuck if it made him looked like a pussy. That the sound of his child’s heartbeat was more important than what people thought about him. Which then brought on my tears and we sat there smiling as we listened to our baby.

“Strong heartbeat,” the tech murmurs and moves the wand around. After a few more clicks and measurements she had to take of the baby, she smiles at both of us. “Looks like the baby’s willing to tell you what you’re going to have.”

Staring at where her finger is pointing at the screen, I try to make out what she’s seeing.

“What is it?” Conti asks.

“Well, what do you think it is?”

“A turtle.” The tech bursts out laughing at my husband's answer. Looking closer, I can make out exactly what my husband sees. “Look, I’m not–”

“I’m sorry that I’m laughing, but you’re right. It’s a turtle. That’s what we call it anyway, because that’s exactly what a boy’s penis looks like when they are still inside the mom.” My eyes go to Conti’s as the realization sets in that we’re having a boy.

His head descends and he gives me a kiss. “A son,” I whisper against his lips.

“Perfect since we already have a girl,” he answers back.

And he isn’t lying, this is perfect.

 

CONTI

 

I gently close the door to Maddison’s room. She finally fell asleep after reading her two bedtime stories. I didn’t think she would ever relax since she was still wound up from the cake that Myla gave her after we got back from the doctor’s appointment.

Myla insisted that we had to celebrate the fact that we were having a boy. I agreed with her, but there was another way that I wanted to celebrate with my wife. And having cake wasn’t the way I was thinking.

Making my way down the hallway, I enter our bedroom and find my wife asleep holding onto Ralph, her fucking body pillow. I named it Ralph, pronounced like the sound of barfing, shortly after she got it. When she asked me why that name, I told her because it makes me want to fuckin’ ralph knowing she was snuggling up to a fucking pillow instead of me. She laughed and called me crazy, I glared and vowed I was burning the fucking pillow after she had my child.

Four more months. And that pillow will be ashes.

Movement from the bed has my eyes zoning in. My hand reaches down and I adjust myself as I look at her legs that peek out of the covers. Her legs are my kryptonite. They turn me on with just one glance.

Don’t lie to yourself Conti, any time you look at her you’re hard.

After stripping, I climb into the bed. Reaching out, my hand comes in contact with her silky skin and I see she decided to go to bed without wearing anything. The moan that slips out of my mouth causes her to stir.

“Fuck,” I groan when she cuddles up against me, her ass brushing up against my cock.

Her whimper is enough of a sign to me, and I begin to raise her leg and rub myself between her folds. After a minute of just thrusting and my tip hitting her clit, she gushes with wetness. The moment her hand touches me, it has my balls tightening up against my body. She lines my cock with her opening and I thrust home.

“Conti,” she whimpers and I slap her ass before grabbing her hips to hold on while I move in and out of her.

“Legs, I’m not going to last. I need you too fucking bad.” Moving my hand to the front of her after I give her another slap on her cheek, I find her clit and begin swirling my thumb around it. “I promise to make it up to you later with my tongue since this will be fast.”

My hips began to pound into her from behind as hard as I can. The telling tingles start to travel my spine and I know I’m close to going off inside her.

Leaning forward, my lips find the spot where her shoulder and neck meet, and the bite I give her adds the bit of pain she needs to have her exploding around me.

Her pussy squeezes me to the point it’s hard to move, so I plant myself as deep as I can and let the orgasm take me. It takes a few moments for me to catch my breath again. Slowly I pull out and crawl out of bed.

After making sure I wipe between her legs with the cloth I got from the bathroom, I climb back in and cuddle up behind her again. Placing my hand on my son, a smile begins to form on my lips as I think I’m the luckiest man on the planet to have what I have.