Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
The house was turned upside down turning damn near half the upstairs into the baby’s wing. Apparently we had to have a playroom and the toddler room all done now along with the nursery.
The damn nursery was almost as big as the master suite and I was beginning to wonder what the hell my wife was expecting.
When I heard her and her gaggle discussing the latest thing some celebrity or royal had bought for their kid’s nursery I bounced. I finally got it after that day and kept my mouth shut and my opinions to myself. Women are nuts when it comes to babies.
Apart from her psychotic break things were moving along just great. She was busy with her charities and lunches with her friends and I’d found a new secretary.
We spent most weekends at the beach house but when her stomach grew bigger and our child begun to move I didn’t want her flying so we found things to do locally.
The closer we got to her due date the more hectic I became. Meanwhile she was just hitting her stride. A steady diet of dick three times a day seemed to be very good for pregnant women, at least it was for her.
I found her more attractive the rounder she became, but my fear of hurting her kept me a little bit restrained.
I made love to her now, there was no fucking involved except for those times I’d forget myself and be so caught up in the feel of her sweet tight pussy that I might go too far.
Most nights I stay up long after she falls asleep just watching over the two of them, scared shitless that something might go wrong.
I knew the night my little princess was born that my life would never be the same. Not only because I now had her ‘aunts’ AKA the gaggle constantly underfoot the last few days leading up to the delivery.
But because from the moment the doctor put her in my hands she owned whatever part of me her mother hadn’t already taken.
The first few weeks after we brought her home I was a nervous wreck. I stayed up most nights pacing the house on the lookout for the boogey man. I wondered if all new fathers did this.
It took me a while to get settled and not worry about them constantly every second of every day. I took the first few weeks off after her birth and hated going back to the office.
My other problem was being close to my wife and not being able to have her. Especially when her body was so ripe for fucking. It’s somebody’s joke on us men I guess.
Because we can’t carrying our seed, they’ve found a way to make us pay for putting our mates through the harrows of childbirth by hitting us where it hurts, our own basic instincts.
Why else would I find her new softness so alluring at a time when I need to be hands off? I have to lay beside her each night, smelling her, feeling her as she sleeps with her precious head on my chest. And know I can’t get inside her.
Don’t get me started on what it does to my poor mind and body when I watch her breast feed my child. Dammit, change of thought Jake or you’ll be giving your new secretary who’s all of fifty an eyeful.
Epilogue
“I love being close to you.” I kissed her hair and took the baby. “And I love that we share her. That she’s a part of both of us, the best thing we’ll ever do. Her and all her siblings to come.”
“All her siblings?”
“Well yeah, you didn’t think we were stopping at one did you?”
“You’re the boss.”
“Damn straight. But for now it’s just my little princess. Isn’t it sweetheart?” I kissed my child’s head and inhaled her scent.
She’s been here three months and each day I race home and look at her as if I can’t believe she’s real. That something this beautiful, this perfect came out of me.
I’m thinking from now on no matter where I fuck my wife, whether in her ass or her mouth, all my nuts are going deep inside her womb.
I’d just got home a few minutes ago to find my girls in the living room under the watchful eye of Max who seems to think my kid is his latest toy. At least I know with him around no one’s getting anywhere near my girls.
I’d said hello to my wife with one of our kisses that always gets me going before I had to pull back to save my sanity.
Now I have my daughter and it’s our time, our own little ritual that had started when she first came home.
As if she already senses things, she waits up for her daddy every evening and falls asleep ten minutes later. Just long enough for me to see her eyes before she shuts me out again.