Amelia
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As I watch them wheel Simone away, I fight tears. She’s going to be fine. Chris and I spent hours going over Dr. Jin’s history, we know she’s in good hands. It’s the thought of them cutting open my baby I can’t deal with. I crawl into Chris’s lap, and he holds me tight. I’m not really surprised I fall asleep, I only got about two hours of sleep last night. I’m pretty sure Chris didn’t get any. He spent hours looking over every page of the report from Valdez, his fingers running over the birth certificate I don’t even want to know how they got.
Although Ethan and I talked yesterday, I’m not a hundred percent sure what was said. I was still in a daze. I have a game plan forming on how to deal with Theresa, but right now she is the least of my worries.
“Wake up, sugar, Dr. Jin is here,” Chris whispers in my ear.
I come awake fast. She’s smiling, oh thank god. “Everything went very well. A definite success. She will heal faster than you think. You can see her in a few minutes. A couple days under observation to ensure everything is healing correctly, and you guys can take her home the day after tomorrow.”
We thank her, and with a last smile, she’s gone. Chris holds me tight.
We’re arguing about Chris playing tonight. He wants to stay with me. I’m of the firm mind he needs to play. Then he gets a call from management. He told them what was going on, and they were supportive of his need to miss the games in St. Louis. Now one of the other players managed to break his finger during practice, so they need him to play.
“We’ll be fine. You’ll only be gone for a few hours.”
“All right. Give me a kiss.” Seriously, I don’t know if I’ll ever stop loving the way he kisses. It’s everything he promised, primal, wicked, wanton—it’s sex with our clothes on. Actually, I can admit now it’s making love with our clothes on. Our souls meet, mingle and become one every single time. When the world stops spinning, I lay my head on his chest. “I miss you. We have a lot to make up for when we get her home.”
“Yes, we most certainly do.” Chris’s eyes glow as he looks down at me his dimples flashing. I can’t wait.
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Amelia
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I don’t have a whole lot of experience with hospitals, but I’m guessing this is probably one of the better ones. It doesn’t mean I’m not sick of the four walls. Chris has gone out to get lunch when my cell rings. It’s my doctor’s office. They are apologetic, one of the nurses quit and they’ve been behind. I need to come in as soon as possible to get the implant taken out and another put in, or some other form of birth control to still be protected. If I have sex I should be using protection, it’s kind of already a risky time for me. My tummy flips as my hand goes to my stomach, but not for the reason the nurse’s voice is high and squeaky.
“How risky?”
“Well, if you were using the rhythm method based on the timing of when the progestin would have run out, from three days from now, the twelfth for a week any sex you have it’s almost guaranteed you’ll get pregnant.”
“Okay, thanks for the call.”
“Wait, don’t you want to make an appointment to come in?”
“I’m actually going to wait. I’ll call when I’m ready.”
I’m holding Simone’s hand. I hate not being able to pick her up yet, but the stitches were too sensitive to be bothered for another day or two. Chris sets down the bag of sushi, kissing my temple as he greets his daughter. She smiles to see him, wiggling in happiness.
“What’s that look on your face about?” God, he could read from another room.
I slide into his lap, an eyebrow goes up as his arm goes around my middle to hold me close. “I got a phone call from my doctor’s office. They made a slight mistake. The implant wore off. I’m no longer protected. If I want to be I need to run my ass to their office to have another implant put in.” His eyes darken, and he shakes his head. “Or a shot, it’s only good for three months.” He shakes his head again. “I could go on the pill.” He shakes his head again. “Because if you fuck me you’ll knock me up.”
Oh damn, his kiss is fire, burning hot enough to turn my bones to dust. “It’s long past time. I’m going to fuck a baby into you and watch you get big with our love.”
“Yes, please.”
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Chris
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When Amelia tells me about the call from her doctor’s office my cock gets so hard it fucking hurts. The cause isn’t the call, it’s the brilliant green shining up at me. She’s ready, she wants it, she wants us, forever. I tell myself to pull back, to restrain myself. I can’t. I love the way she doesn’t want me to either, giving up everything to me.
Every fear I had is gone. For months she’s been present in every single day. Hell, I think I’ve read more than she has. Being a baseball wife has ratcheted up her interest in the game. Unwilling to get caught out not knowing who Ernie Banks or Billy Williams is, she took her research seriously, asking me a dozen questions as she watched old games. She has been at nearly every game, only twice not able to travel because of cases she was handling for the legal clinic, then this latest trip because of Holly’s baby due any day.
During this whole crazy last week, she’s been so fucking strong she amazed the hell out of me. A part of me feels guilt for ever doubting her. For ever being afraid she didn’t have what it took to be strong enough to bend, but not break when things got hard. She’s it, my whole life. No more waiting.
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Amelia
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Two days feels like an eternity as Chris and I are slowly dying for the need to find a quiet place to mate like wild animals. Seriously, why the hell is that so fucking hot? We don’t even make it home from the hospital. Ethan calls us as we are getting Simone strapped into the car to tell me Holly is in labor.
Seven hours later I get to hold my nephew for the first time. John Alexander Bishop is kind of perfect. I agree with Holly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a baby boy so beautiful. Ethan rolls his eyes as he hides a smile. When it’s time to leave, I can’t stop smiling at the way Ethan is on the bed holding Holly, looking down at his son in happy amazement.
Chris hugs me to him, and I melt into him, I hadn’t even realized he had come back from the game. He’d left hours ago with a kiss I barely noticed. “Sugar, tears are the last thing you should be shedding right now.”
“I know. I’m happy for them both. Ethan was miserable for so long, he just never realized it. Holly was everything he didn’t know he needed.”
“Trust me, he knew he needed her, he just didn’t know how the hell to let go and trust in it.”
“You had a hard time trusting in us.” I’d felt it. I tried not to resent him for it. I understood, in our beginning I didn’t do a very good job of showing him he could.
He nods as he settles Simone into her seat. “I wanted to. Then I figured we both needed some time to become us, a couple in new roles we never had before. We did need time, but I know not trusting in you made it harder for you and I to become we, us. I’m sorry.”
“I understand. We’re both all in now and that’s all that matters. Now take me home and make love to me.”
We make it home in record time. He takes the stairs two at a time. I’m in awe of how quickly he changes Simone, then has her dressed again and in her crib. He grabs me by the wrist and drags me into our room. Clothes melt away as he kisses me hot, deep, thoroughly. I’m on my back in bed without our lips ever separating.
He lifts his head, and my fingers tangle in his hair, holding on to the only solid thing in my world. Soft, gentle kisses press into my cheek as they travel to my ear. Every special spot is licked, sucked, and kissed as he whispers in my ear all the dirty things he plans to do with me, pulling a moan from deep inside of me, begging for him to make good on his promises. His mouth is hot on my neck, where my shoulder meets it. As he did so many months ago, he sucks long and hard, then bites the tender flesh. The sparks of pain have me answering him back as I drag my nails down his back.
Oh, I rub my sensitive breasts against his chest, loving the feel of his silky hair teasing me. Chris hums his approval as he moves down my body. Cupping a breast, his eyes darken as he studies it before suckling deep, harder and harder while the velvet of his tongue plays over the nipple. I can’t take it anymore. I’m begging for him to stop. Gasping in relief when he does, I groan as he begins the same slow torture on my other breast. Twice more, he drives me crazy before with a last soft kiss he licks his way down my body.
I need him badly. I’m begging him. “Fuck me, please fuck me. I need your cock now. You promised, you need to fuck your baby inside me.”
He growls against my slick lips before attacking my pussy. Oh, what have I done? Deeper and deeper he drives his tongue, then up, teasing my clit, sucking on my inner lips then my outer ones, driving me out of my mind and never letting me get close to coming. I’m sobbing. It’s been too long without him. I barely have time to take in the fact his mouth is no longer on me before I open my eyes to see him looking down at me with fierce possession. Rough hands go to the back of my knees opening me wide for him, then he thrusts inside me so deep, so hard, I scream. He’s there, right against my cervix, and fuck it hurts. Any other time I would be begging him to stop, only now the pain feels so good. I know the pain means he’s right where he needs to be to breed me to fill me up, to give me the baby we both long for.
I never feel my orgasm building. One moment I’m gasping for air, the next I’m coming with a scream. Oh my god, Chris is like an animal, harder and harder, faster he’s moving. I feel him come, hot, thick, deep inside me. Although he normally stays inside me, his strokes slower after he comes, this time he doesn’t slow. He keeps thrusting deep inside me, pushing my orgasm out. It’s too much, I can’t take it. I’m begging for him to stop, incoherent in my pleas. Then he’s coming again with a shout, thrusting deeper. The pain is instant, bright, and hot inside me.
Slower now, he moves a few lingering strokes as he stops to rest his head on mine. I open my eyes to sky blue, to the love I swear I’ll never take for granted. He tries to move, but my legs wrap tight around him. “No, you need to stay inside me. I don’t want to lose a drop.”
He chuckles as stops moving. “Hmm...we don’t have to worry. My baby girl is firmly planted. But damn do you feel good.”
“We can never be too sure, although I do believe you are right. It’s weird, but I felt the same magic I did when I first saw you, like my whole life has changed. I do believe you firmly planted your first son inside me.”
“Sugar, I’m telling you it’s our second daughter.”
I roll my eyes. “What do you think about Michael for a name?”
“I’m all for the whole gender neutral thing, only let’s not make her life too hard. If you want to do a unisex name, Morgan sounds good.”
“You’re so funny. What about Thomas?”
“How about Taylor? It’s working pretty well for Taylor Swift.” I laugh as I shake my head. I fall asleep with Chris inside me, happy and confident all is right in our world.