Three Months Later
Once he said he was all in here, things moved quickly. Supersonic really. At six months pregnant, moving wasn’t at the top of my list of things to do, but alas it has to be done.
We got married two months ago and we quickly outgrew my tiny apartment. I am sad to see my mismatched decor go, but I donated it all and some other person starting out will benefit from it.
We bought everything together, a lot of it coming from Ikea though we could afford more.
Yesterday we finally finished unpacking all our stuff. Most of it being mine. He decided to start over after leaving Boston and I could hardly blame him. He still hasn’t spoken to his parents. When I try to talk to him about it, he shuts me down. He says he isn’t interested in what they want anymore.
Today, we are having a Minnesota-famous barbeque/housewarming party. Though, I don’t know why! There are barbeques for everything. Babies, weddings, even deaths.
Carrie-Ann is helping me with cold fixings, while we chat with all the girls. What I find interesting is every one of us is in a various stage of pregnancy, including Tabby and Cymi. That is a whole other can of worms, but I am so happy for her. Jacquie, Kennedy’s mom is also knocked up. Crazy how life is sometimes. You got to wonder what the hell is in the water in these two tiny ass towns in Minnesota though.
Finishing up in the kitchen, everyone else heads out to the patio. We are so going to enjoy growing into this house. It is a seven-bedroom farmhouse built in 1937. It has been completely modernized though. We have stainless steel appliances in the kitchen and marble in the bathrooms.
The master suite is where I am headed now. I am so hot, the pants I have on must go. Going into my closet (because who doesn’t love his and her closets) I switch out my current outfit for a long flowing summer dress. I pull my hair into a loose bun and slide my flip flops back on.
I am startled by the arms going around from behind, but I calm down when I recognize Perry’s scent.
“You look beautiful, Angel.” He rasps into my ear. His voice sends shivers down my spine. “Cold?” He asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
“You need something then, Angel?” He asks, kissing my neck. He knows what that does to me.
“You. I just need you.” I say, turning so I can kiss him. Being pregnant makes me horny as hell.
He takes me to our huge California king size bed and lays me down. We are being so rude to our guests, but as his cock slides into me, I stop caring.
I am going to love being his for the rest of my life.
Being married to the love of my life and starting our life together is the easiest thing I have ever done. Watching her belly grow and knowing my child is in there is even better.
My parents have been trying to reach out, but I don’t want that in our space. I have no use for their brand of love in my life and I never will. I know they want in on this because this will be their first grandchild, but they haven’t earned it. First by apology or just basic human decency. My children will never know a moment of coldness from me and Portia. All they will know is warmth, love, and compassion.
Being surrounded by family and friends have been fun, noisy, and tiring. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Other good things have happened though. I opened my own law firm here. I specialize in corporate law, but I focus more on the small specialty shops that need representation, I am happy to say, I have landed some pretty big clients. I recently signed Coach, Burberry, and a company called ScentSations out of Savannah Georgia. Apparently, they specialize in specialty high end perfumes. Like the $500 a bottle brand. Whatever floats your boat.
The point is business has been so great, I met my two-year goal in six months and Lisa even followed me out here. She seems to love it and hit it off well with the girls, so she is in her element.
The most important thing though is that, today Portia and I have gathered all our family and friends here to do a gender reveal of our baby. We don’t know either, so it will be fun to find out with the people we love.
Walking around are a sea of pink and blue ribbons, people haven’t picked a team. We are getting ready to hand out cupcakes to everyone. When we bite into them, the filling will either be strawberry for a girl or blueberry for a boy.
We walk to the front after everyone has gotten their cupcake and get ready to find out.
“Ok guys. 1, 2, 3………” A BOY!!!!! I am going to have a son. I look over at my Angel and she has tears coming down her beautiful smiling face.
“You happy Angel?” I ask her kissing and licking the frosting from her lips.
“Yes. I am happy to be living this life with you.”
“Me too Angel. Me too.”
The End