Bittersweet Catastrophe (Second Chances #2.5) (5 page)

“Not yet. We might wait until Iris is a little bit older and potty trained, so we aren’t changing twice the number of diapers,” she laughed, and I sputtered water as I pulled the bottle away from my lips, realizing in a few months that I’d be changing twice the number of diapers.
Fuck me. I was not looking forward to that.
“But I can’t say we haven’t enjoyed trying! Like you said, if the timing is right, it’ll happen.” She shrugged, heading back outside with a little extra bounce in her step.

I watched her approach Liberty, and Iris crawled back into her lap, wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck and hugging her tight. Warmth spread throughout my entire being watching their embrace, and for a moment, I wondered what it would have been like had Maddie not gone through with the abortion six years ago. That could have been us. That could have been our child. But I knew in my heart that it wasn’t meant to be. We were young and naïve, and even if I had known she was pregnant at the time, I still would have turned my own child away. It hurt to think that I would do that to a life I’d helped create, but back then, I was a cocky, arrogant asshole. Plain and simple. Having a child at eighteen wasn’t in the stars for me, but Liberty…she was the whole damn night sky all wrapped up in one, and seeing a future with her, even after one chance encounter, was as easy as breathing. There was no questioning it, and who was I to fight what fate had brought together?

Maddie left with Iris a few hours later, and after we had finished devouring another mouth-watering dinner – I wasn’t lying when I said my woman could cook! – we decided to take it easy and watch a movie before bed. Liberty began to clear the dishes off the table, but I took her hand in mine and pulled her between my legs. “Why don’t you let me finish up in here while you pick out a movie?” My hands slipped around her waist, drawing her closer and allowing me to kiss her stomach.

“All right, baby.” She threaded her fingers through my hair and tipped my head back as she pressed her lips against my forehead and smiled. “I’m just gonna go change out of these clothes first.”

“You know you don’t have to leave the kitchen to do that.”

She slowly spun around and shot me a sultry look. “Don’t tempt me.”

Oh, but I love tempting her.

Once she’d left the kitchen, I heard the movie start up and knew right away that she’d chosen
Tommy Boy
. It was one of my all-time favorites, so I hurried and finished clearing off the table, rinsing the dishes and setting them in the dishwasher. Grabbing a throw blanket off of the back of the couch, I settled in and started watching the movie, while Liberty took her sweet old time probably trying to decide which pajamas to wear. Didn’t matter to me because they’d end up on the floor before the night was over anyway.

It wasn’t until thirty minutes later that I realized I was laughing at all of Chris Farley’s jokes by myself, while the other half of the couch still remained empty. I paused the movie and walked down the hall to our bedroom. When I knocked on the door and was greeted with silence, I nudged the door open a crack to see what was taking her so long. Biting back a laugh, I couldn’t help but smile at my beautiful wife’s form spread out across the bed. She’d barely managed to pull her sweatpants all of the way up, and her legs hung off the side of the bed in an awkward position that I knew would be painful for her by morning. Honestly, I was surprised she made it that far before crashing. Naps had become a part of her daily regiment, and considering we hadn’t had a moment to relax since before our visit to Dr. Dumbledick, it was a miracle she even made it to the bed.

I carefully repositioned her legs across the bed and pulled the blankets up over her before heading back to the living room to turn the movie off. When I returned, she was snuggled against her pillow and snoring softly. I’d never willingly admit to her that she snores without risking harm to the boys down below, and it wasn’t very often that I caught her doing it, but secretly, I loved the sound.

Climbing in bed beside her, I swept the tangles of hair out of her face and brushed my lips against her neck. “I love you so much, sweetheart. Always will.” My hand ghosted across her ribs, landing over the center of her stomach. I drew gentle circles around her bellybutton, hoping that there was some way they could sense that I was there.

It was too early to determine the sexes of the babies, and it didn’t feel right referring to them as if they were a single entity. I remembered as a kid, my mother would read a different Dr. Seuss book to me every night, and one of my favorites was The Cat in the Hat, so coming up with a way to distinguish the two was a no brainer. “Love you too, Thing One and Thing Two.”
Now if only I could get Liberty to go along with calling them that…

I snaked my arm around her waist a little tighter and pulled her into my chest. I had my whole world wrapped up here in my arms, all three of them, and never in my life had I felt more at home.

You know that moment when dawn first breaks through your sleep and you’re unaware if you’re actually awake or still pleasantly dreaming? Well, in this case, I had to have been dreaming because there was no way I’d woken up to a pair of the softest, plumpest lips sliding down over my cock. It was too good to be true.
Too. Fucking. Good.
I’d done everything in my power not to lose my grip on one the best blowjobs to ever grace my dreams, but the second I heard her moan, I knew I couldn’t be dreaming. It was the real deal.

How the hell did I get to be so damn lucky?

I lazily peeled my eyes open and found her gorgeous brown eyes fluttering up at me. Her mouth sank down in a perfect rhythm, taking my entire length deep in her throat, and as she pulled back, her tongue flicked back and forth over the vein that ran along the underside of my cock. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue…
Fuck, she is utter perfection.
There was no better way to describe her because everything she did drove me absolutely wild and made me crave being inside of her that much more.

“Babe, I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’ll do it over and over again if it means I get to wake up to this spectacular view every morning.” I threw my head back against the pillow just as she took one of my balls into her mouth and slid her hand up and down from base to tip in rapid successions. God, I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to get any harder, but when she released my sack from her swollen pink lips and pressed the pad of her finger against the area between my balls and my asshole, it was like something had detonated inside of me. I was on the verge of losing all control.

“Fuuuck, babe. That…that feels so fucking good.” Her luscious, wet mouth slipped over my erection, and I didn’t need to look down to know she was smiling. By the way her lips were curling around me, it was obvious my words had pleased her. She took it upon herself to pick up the tempo, causing my balls to tighten and draw up. “Just like that. Ah fuck, babe, I’m gonna come soon,” I growled. I ran my fingers through Liberty’s hair, holding her in place as I released myself into her mouth and watched her swallow every last drop. The icing on the cake was when she licked her lips with a sultry, satisfied grin.

“Good mornin’, baby.”

“I’ll say.” I dragged her up the length of my body and slipped my hand behind her neck, pulling her down to my lips. “Best fucking morning is more like it. I think that deserves breakfast in bed.”

“Oh, well in that case, you might get your wish and see me take you in my mouth every morning.” She winked as she tried to climb out of bed, but I hauled her back down against me.

“Where do you think you’re going? I wasn’t kidding about breakfast in bed. Now get your sexy ass comfortable because you’re getting the works.”

“Pretty sure I’ve just had my fill for breakfast.” She gazed up at me through dark, hooded lashes, and the way those sweet words dripped off of her tongue like honey, I swore I could feel myself getting hard again.

“As much as I’d like to believe that, you’re eating for three now. Let me pamper my gorgeous wife while I still can because you know those babies are going to take up all of our time once they get here.”

“Don’t you mean Thing One and Thing Two?” She smirked.
I guess she had heard me last night.

“That’s right.” I rolled her onto her back until I was hovering above her and pushed her shirt up. “Mommy had hers, so now it’s time for you two to eat.” I kissed her tummy before sliding her shirt back down and climbing out of bed. “Chocolate chip pancakes sound good?”

Her nose wrinkled with a sour look on her face. “Ugh, no, definitely not pancakes. Just the thought of–” Her hand flew up, covering her mouth, and she ran toward the bathroom.

“And so the morning sickness begins…” I trailed off as I threw a pair of boxer briefs on and made it there just in time to hold her hair back.

“I think I jinxed myself at the doctor’s office yesterday.” She leaned her head back against my chest and groaned.

“Nah, we knew it was coming sooner or later, but maybe we should hold off on the morning blowjobs until after the babies are born.” I wiped her face with a cool washcloth and smiled down at her while rubbing her back. Rather than agreeing with me, she pushed out her bottom lip and pouted. Never met a woman who’d actually complain about not being able to suck her man’s dick, but there she was doing the exact opposite of what I’d expected. She tended to do that a lot, but it always kept me on my toes.
God, I love that about her.

“All right, babe, let’s start out with toast and some fresh fruit and see how well you keep that down first.”

“Mmm that does sound good. Thank you, baby.”

I headed off to the kitchen and got down to work, preparing a healthy breakfast fit for my queen. While she was busy picking at the food on her plate, I decided to sneak off and take a shower, but the last thing I expected to find when I came back was her sprawled out in bed with a big spoon and a pint of Cherry Garcia ice cream in her lap. My eyebrow rose, silently reprimanding her, but all she did was smile innocently.

“Hey, don’t judge me. It was all Thing Two’s idea.”

“Oh really? And what was Thing One craving this morning?” I snagged the spoon out of her hand and dug into the melting ice cream. I nearly choked on the entire spoonful when she lifted up a bag of beef jerky from the nightstand beside her. “Seriously, Liberty? That’s disgusting.”

“Like I said, don’t judge.” She then proceeded to dip a hunk of beef jerky in the ice cream and popped it in her mouth. If seeing that didn’t make me want to throw up, watching her actually enjoy it did. I swore those pregnancy cravings were going to be the death of me, and I was about to have morning sickness right along with her.

Shaking my head, I hurried back to the bathroom to shave before work and allowed Liberty to finish eating her stomach-turning feast in peace. I didn’t hear her step in behind me at first, but nearly sliced my jugular open with the razor when I caught her stripping off all of her clothes in the reflection of the mirror. She slid the glass shower door closed behind her, cranked on the water, and the room was quickly billowing with steam. I was about halfway through shaving when I heard her whisper my name from behind the glass.

“Shayne?”

“Hmm? Need a little help in there?”
I was more than happy to oblige.

“Actually, yeah. I uh…I need you to look at something for me.” A hint of apprehension caused her words to waver, letting me know that now was the time to rein in my insatiable libido.

I slid open the door, and her body was slick with soapsuds as she cupped her breasts and gazed down at them. My body was drawn to her by an ever-present magnetic pull, and I climbed in behind her, slinking my arms around her waist.

“Have you noticed a difference in my breasts lately?”

She turned around, offering them up for my viewing pleasure, and I reached out, brushing my thumbs across her sensitive nipples. Her body shuddered in response to my touch, the pebbled peaks just begging to be taken in my mouth, but she pulled away too soon. “Nothing but good changes.” I leaned in to capture her lips, but she still wasn’t giving in to what I knew she wanted and needed so badly
.
A sweet release
. “Why do you ask?”