Decisions
Once the reception was over, you and Chris got changed and headed home. The flight for your honeymoon was leaving the next day, since it was known ahead of time that the reception would be over later in the night.
Once Chris pulled in the driveway, he shut off the car and helped you out, scooping you up and carrying you to the front door. He set you down to unlock and open the front door; he didn't want to risk dropping you during such an awkward maneuvering. He picked you back up and walked through the door while kissing you, kicking the door closed behind him. "Welcome home, wife.", he beamed at you, carrying you to the bedroom.
You smiled back and kissed his lips softly, "Thank you, husband." He set you on the bed gently and you kicked off your shoes, him turning on the lamp, then kicking off his own shoes. You got up and headed for the bathroom, chortling, "Gotta pee."
He chuckled, nodding as he continued to peel off his clothes, "Okay, baby."
When you came back into the bedroom, he was laying on the bed in just his boxer briefs, on his back, ankles crossed, eyes closed, his hands behind his head, showcasing his amazing arms. You bit one side of your lip and took a moment to admire him. He was so handsome, cute and fucking hot all rolled into one. You sighed heavily.
He opened his eyes to see you standing at the foot of the bed, wearing the soft, white, lacy and sheer nightie set Nat gifted to you. It was his turn to sigh heavily as his gaze turned lustful. He licked his lips and bit the bottom one for a beat. He curled a finger a few times in a come hither motion, smirking.
You crawled onto the bed and over him, leaning down to kiss him softly, your tongues teasing each other as he moved your hair back from around your face, taking it with as his hands settled gently near the back of your head. Once your lips left his, he whispered, "I love you so much, baby."
"I love you just as much, honey."
The only other words spoken from then on were scattered, soft whispers of praise and love. Everything else was an ocean's depth of emotion and tenderness shown as the two of you made slow and gentle love for the first time as man and wife.
The next morning, you woke up before Chris. Funny; he used to always be the early riser on the weekends. Probably because he was always a little restless before he got to be with you. Now he was more at ease, relaxed... not to mention the times he tired himself out pleasing you.
You leaned over and kissed his forehead. He lazily reached out to wrap his arms around you, "Mmm, morning baby girl." He cracked an eye open at you, then closed it, sleep starting to take over again.
"Hey, handsome...", you kissed his lips gently, "go back to sleep."
"Yes ma'am.", he mumbled, stroking your belly with his curled fingers for a beat before letting himself fall asleep again.
You kissed his cheek, got up and put on a tank top and some boy short underwear. Why bother with pants? Besides, Chris made you feel so sexy while pregnant, you didn't feel the need to cover up everything. You closed the bedroom door softly and started coffee for him, tea for yourself, then breakfast for you both.
Once you were done, you went to wake him, but right before you reached the door knob, he opened the door quickly, startling you. You let out a tiny yelp and jumped a bit.
His eyebrows shot up and he immediately took you in this arms, you both chuckling as he said, "Oh, hey, baby boo. You stalking me?" He gave you several playful kisses on your forehead and cheek as he leaned over you.
"Yes. I like to stare at you when you aren't looking.", you laughed at his kisses.
"I like to stare at you all the time.", he grinned down at you and then smacked your ass before releasing you and heading for the bathroom in his pajama pants.
You poured him a cup of coffee and when he came out of the bathroom, he came to you dishing up plates at the stove. He stood behind you and splayed his hands on either side of your growing belly, under your arms, as he hunched over to talk low in your ear, smiling, "How's my little mama and my boy doin'?"
You smiled widely, dropping pieces of crispy bacon on a plate of cheesy eggs with onions and peppers, "I'm doing just fine and he's very active this morning." Your statement was punctuated with a strong bop from the inside by the baby, making you both laugh.
"He's gonna be a great football kicker.", he kissed your cheek, took the plate on the counter you had dished, plus the one in your hand that you'd just finished and headed to the table.
"Or maybe a boxer; those could be his fists, babe.", you chuckled, grabbing both your mugs and following him.
He set the plates down and smiled, watching you come to the table, admiring how beautiful you looked carrying his son. His heart swelled, which it did quite often these days. He then pulled out your chair and tucked it in as you sat, "I'll be happy with whatever he ends up being... as long as he plays sports."
You narrowed your eyes and scowled at him playfully.
"I'm kidding, love.", he sat and then picked up his coffee. "I'm just happy to be having a baby with you, to be honest." He took a sip of his coffee, then set his cup down quickly. "Oh." He stood and went to the fridge quickly, pulling out a carton and holding it up for you to see. It was some of that rediculously overpriced, premixed, flavored iced coffee from the store. "I know you've been missing coffee, sweetheart, so I got you some decaf. You want it cold or hot.", he raised his eyebrows and turned his head slightly, waiting for an answer.
Your eyes lit up, "Oh, thank you, babe! Iced, please!"
He got out a glass, filled it halfway with ice and then the rest of the way with the coffee. He plopped a straw into it and brought it to you, grinning, "Anything for my sexy little bun oven." He kissed your forehead and sat.
Once breakfast was done, you both did dishes. There were a few hours before yet your flight and you were already packed, so you opted to do whatever you felt like doing until you had to get ready to go. You both ended up sitting at his computer, you on his lap, looking at baby furniture and supplies.
"We need to get this stuff soon, baby.", he said while browsing cribs on a well known department store website.
You bit your lip for a moment, "Honey?"
He turned his head to you, forehead wrinkled up in expectation.
"We haven't talked about how we want to parent our baby, nor how we want to handle the birth."
"Is... there different ways? When he gets older, sure, but when he's a baby... don't your just do all the same stuff that everybody else does? Feed, change, bathe, play, love, repeat? And how do you even have a baby differently from anyone else? I mean, they always come out the fun place, don't they?"
You giggled at his adorably simple take on caring for and having a baby, "Well, for the most part yeah. But, birthing can be done at a hospital or at home. It can be with or without pain relieving drugs. It can be done cesarean, which is a surgery where there is an incision in the mother's belly to get the baby out..."
His eyebrows knit together tightly. He looked terrified, "We're not doing that."
You chuckled, "That one is only used for emergencies if there's something wrong with the baby, which is very rare."
He sighed in relief, "Oh, good. It sounds like something out of a horror movie." He shook his head, pulled the corners of his mouth down, baring his teeth, disgusted. Once his face relaxed, he continuted, "Well, sweetheart, I think the birth is ultimately up to you, since it's your body. But, I think at home, without drugs sounds best for you and the baby." He rubbed your belly lovingly and kissed you, then blinked slowly at you.
You smiled, "I knew I loved you for a reason."
He pulled his head back and furrowed his brows, "That's the only reason? Not even my mad bedroom skills?"
You laughed, "All of you, honey. I just mean that we seem to share a lot of the same viewpoints on things... How about the baby sleeping in the bed with us? Makes for easy breastfeeding, no one has to get up and try to stay awake for feedings. Just pop the little one on and go back to sleep. Plus, bed sharing encourages deep bonding for us all and makes for a very secure and confident child later on."
He turned his head and narrowed his eyes at you, "When did you get so smart about babies?"
"I've been researching a lot on the internet.", you laughed.
He thought for a beat, "I looove the idea of having him in the bed with us, but I'd be nervous about rolling over him... or him falling off the bed."
"As long as neither of us have been drinking or are on loopy medication, we'll be fine, honey.", you put a hand against his jaw and stroked his beard with your thumb. "You can even do your own research if it makes you more comfortable."
One side of his mouth curled up into a half smile, "I trust you... but I think I'd like to research solutions for rolling off the bed."
"We could sidecar a crib to the bed or just put the matress on the floor.", you chortled.
He looked confused, "Sidecar a crib?"
"Here.", you showed him some internet pictures on his computer.
"Ohhhh, yeah. Okay. Sure. Okay, we'll think on that one. We've got a few months still. Sound good?"
You nodded contently, "Yep!" You stood to get more coffee for you both, taking his cup along with your glass while his hands grazed your thighs as you stepped away.
He turned in his chair to watch you saunter away, your hips swaying slightly as you walked up the two steps to the kitchen. He started, "You know what I've been thinking about? For a really long time?"
"What's that, love?", you set the mug and glass down on the island and looked at him inquisitively.
He licked his lips and tilted his head, "Pepper's birthday party... when you got completely wasted."
"Oh,", you turned to get the iced coffee out of the fridge, "let's not revisit that." You started pouring for each of you, your back turned to him.
He continued, "No, no. It's just that ever since that night... I always fantasized about you dancing like that... just for me."
Your stomach fluttered and you paused. Wow. He really had wanted you for a long time. You felt sympathetic, being reminded just how long he actually had been pining for you. You put the iced coffee back in the fridge, picked up the mug and glass and turned, heading back to him. You hummed, "Hmmm, you asking for a private belly dance, Mr. Evans?" You handed him his coffee.
"Well, not so much asking as telling you what I dream about.", he smiled softly up at you while you straddled him and sat on his lap, his free hand going to your hip.
"What about this?", you pointed to your bump as he turned his chair so he was facing sideways to his desk and set down his coffee, taking yours from you as well and setting it down.
"Just as sexy.", he winked, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your chin.
"Okay.", you stood, pushing off his chest with your hands. You leaned over him to find a song online that you were familiar with. As you did, he caressed the back of your thigh and lifted your snug tank top to kiss your side. You squeaked, giggled and pulled your side in instinctively when he did. He sighed heavily, he was already getting excited.
You stepped back as the music started and you began your fluid, sensual movements as you pushed your tank top up to expose your belly and back, knowing he loved your waist, but also because the midriff was meant to be seen with this kind of dance.
He turned in his chair to face you and quirked an eyebrow, taking a deep breath as you smirked at him. You danced for him for another few moments and then approached him, turned and undulating your hips side to side, slowly, lowering yourself close to his lap, but not touching him as you looked over your shoulder. His hands went lightly to your hips and you stepped away and turned, still dancing. You shook a finger and your head at him, with a coyly scolding expression.
He looked playfully disappointed.
You danced for another minute and came to him again, straddling his lap, facing him. You lowered yourself down, still moving your hips and went all the way down on him this time, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel how hard he was. You halted your movements and kissed him quickly, grinning, "Good?"
He took a huge breath and nodded, "Yeah, but, you're wearing too many clothes, Mrs. Evans."
You took his hint, and stood to remove the offending clothing, while he pulled his hard length out of his pajama pants and stroked himself as you positioned yourself over him. You rode him right there on his chair, but ended up bent over said chair, him folded over you and holding you tight against his front. He was whispering praises in your ear, and kissing your neck and back as you mewled at his persistent thrusts. Once you both had come, he stayed there, stroking and tickling everywhere he could reach with his fingertips.
He panted against your hair, "That was fucking hot. Thank you, baby." He kissed your head.
"No... thank you.", you managed through labored breath.
"Anytime.", he gave you one more thrust, bumping you slightly, making you giggle. He continued, while peppering soft kisses along your neck and shoulders, "Love you, sweetheart."
You put a hand to the back of his head, "Love you, big guy."
"I love it when you call me that... especially after a good fucking."
You both chuckled.