“I know.”
I lie on my side in the darkness, the room is lit only by a lamp and Tristan is lying behind me, his body butted up close to mine. He has my top leg hooked over his forearm as his hand rests protectively over my stomach.
His thick cock slides into my wet flesh and I whimper as my body ripples around his, this is our position of choice right now. We can kiss, and he can fuck me deep without fear of hurting me.
Not that he ever could.
His grip on my stomach gets tighter as he gets faster, the bed begins to hit the wall and I moan, deep and low.
So. Fucking. Good.
“Fuck me,” I whimper into his mouth. “Fuck me deep.”
His eyes flicker with arousal as he picks up the pace, his hips moving at piston pace. The sound of my wet body sucking him in echoes around the room. He reaches up and pinches my nipple and I convulse into an orgasm; I cry out as he does too.
He holds himself deep and I feel the jerk of his cock as it empties inside of me.
He grabs my face and kisses me so tenderly that I melt into him.
We are so in love.
Tristan
Tomorrow is the day.
“Okay, so we have nightgowns.” Patrick and I are doing a last check on Claire’s hospital bag. I was looking in Claire’s purse for something today and I found a list from the hospital about what she should bring with her, it’s the first time I’ve seen it. She is completely disregarding the list.
Patrick and I are not.
I fold the four nightgowns and put them on a pile on the bed, I’ve checked this bag ten times but I keep getting the feeling that we have forgotten something. Now that I have a list I can finally check it for real.
Claire is way too relaxed about all of this, she could care less about what we could forget. It’s a disaster waiting to happen.
“What else is on the list, Tricky?” I ask.
“Toilet rees bag.” Patrick sounds it out.
I put the toiletries bag on the bed. “Check.”
“Sanitary…”
“Check.” I put the three packets of pads onto the bed.
Patrick picks up a packet and turns it around to look at the back. “What even are these things?”
“Pillows for the baby.” I snatch the packet off him and put it onto the bed.
“Black underpants.” He continues reading, he looks up at me. “Why do they have to be black?”
“I don’t know, weird girls’ stuff.” I shrug. “Who knows what goes on down there. Next?”
“Socks.”
I throw six pairs of socks onto the bed. “Actually, she probably needs more.” I go to her drawer and get another two pairs out.
“Clothes for the baby.”
“What?” I frown.
“It says here…clothes for the baby.”
“Give me that.” I snatch the list from him. “She never told me that we needed to pack clothes for the baby.”
He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
I catch sight of Claire outside in the hall. “Claire,” I call. “Come here please.”
She walks in. “Yeah?”
“Did you forget something?” I widen my eyes at her. “Something very important.”
“Like what?”
“Like clothes for the baby?” I gasp. “Do you think this child is going to be a nudist? Like what, is it going to just freeball in the hospital chucking leg-spreads everywhere?”
“You idiot?” She rolls her eyes. “So… Go pack clothes for the baby, then.” She saunters back out of the room without a care in the world.
“Fucking unbelievable,” I mutter under my breath. “Now I’m going to need a whole new bag.”
“What for?”
“Clothes for the baby, Patrick. What bag will we use?”
Patrick thinks for a moment and shrugs.
I march out into the hallway and call down the stairs. “Claire, what bag will I pack clothes for the baby in?”
Silence…
“Claire?”
“The nappy bag, Tristan,” she replies deadpan.
“Ahh…” I nod. “But don’t we need that for the nappies?”
“You’re killing me,” she calls back.
I’ll fucking kill you in a minute.
I march back to the bedroom. “Your mother said use the nappy bag.”
“But isn’t that for nappies?” Patrick frowns.
“That’s exactly what I said.” I walk into the baby’s room and look around for Patrick. “Well, are you coming?”
“Yes.” Patrick sighs as he saunters in and sits on the rocking chair in the corner of the room.
“Oh, am I inconveniencing you?” I huff.
He lies back and kicks his legs up over the arm of the chair.
“I’ll have you know, Patrick, that you have a baby brother or sister arriving tomorrow and it is our job to make sure it has clothes to wear.”
He looks at me deadpan.
“Because your mother obviously doesn’t care.”
“I heard that,” Claire calls from our bedroom.
“Stop eavesdropping on our conversations,” I call back.
“Okay.” I open the wardrobe doors; sweet little baby clothes are all hanging up on tiny, cute hangers, and a rush of excitement runs through me.
Tomorrow.
“Okay.” I open a drawer. “What should we pack?” I pull out a singlet, it’s teeny tiny and about thirty centimeters long, I glance back over my shoulder to Patrick. “Does your mother think we are having a snake?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know much, do you?”
He shrugs again.
I grab a pile of snake singlets and put them onto the change table. “Nappies.”
I tap my temple. “Aha, for the nappy bag.” I grab a pile of nappies and put them on the change table.
“Going-out clothes,” Patrick says.
“Hmm.” I look around the wardrobe. “What does a baby class as going-out clothes?”
Patrick shrugs. “I don’t know.”
Fuck’s sake.
I march back into my bedroom to see Claire lying on the bed with her eyes closed, she looks so peaceful but we have shit to do, there is absolutely no time for sleeping. “Claire.” I tap her on the foot. “Claire.”
“What, Tristan?” She sighs as if I am the biggest inconvenience in the world.
This is inconvenient to me too, you know?
“How many outfits should I pack for the baby?”
She opens one eye to look at me. “What do you mean, outfits?”
“Outfits, clothes.” I widen my eyes; how does she not know what that means?
“The baby doesn’t wear outfits, Tris.”
“What do you mean?”
“It will wear onesies.”
“What?” I screw up my face. “All the time?”
“They are comfortable.” She closes her eyes again. “I was just going to throw a bag together tonight, don’t stress about it. If I need anything while we are at the hospital you can just bring it up.”
“Oh.” I stare at her for a moment, I feel so dumb at all of this.
She taps the bed beside her. “Right now I need a hug from my husband.”
I lie down beside her and she takes me into her arms and kisses my forehead. “You’re very cute packing the bags. Thank you.”