Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
I burst out laughing and so does he. “Are you calling me a whale?” I fake gasp.
“Don’t worry, I love whales.” He picks up my coat and handbag. “Especially fucking them.”
I laugh out loud. “You need to stop talking now, Mr. Miles.”
“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.”