Lean On Me (Take My Hand) (20 page)

“Not
yet,” I teased with a click of my tongue. “Greedy,” I scolded. “It wouldn’t be
very gentlemanly of you to finish before your lady now, would it?”

“You’re
right,” he agreed, bending down to kiss the slight swell below my stomach. “How
very ungallant of me.” A small giggle tickled my throat but feeling him so
close to where I needed him, where I was
throbbing…
aching
for him, I instinctively took control.

Weaving
my hands into his messy, golden hair I gently persuaded his head downwards. He
smiled up at me before his face disappeared between my legs and I let out a
loud sigh as my quivering body melted under the velvet swirls of his hot, moist
tongue.

“You
taste sweeter,” Jared said, coming up for air and licking his lips. “Pregnant
pussy is my new favourite type of pussy,” he teased before assaulting me again
with his mouth.

“Holy
shit, Jared,” I groaned, my voice a desperate, quivering drawl. “Higher…” I
pleaded, tugging on his hair. His tongue swept high for just a second, before
he flicked it over my throbbing clit just
once
,
and then pulled away.

“Now
who’s being greedy?”

Bastard…

“Let’s
stop playing around, saffy. I want to fuck you,” he said in the sexiest,
throatiest voice I’ve ever heard him use. “I want to fuck you until you
collapse onto that wedge screaming my fucking name.”

In
that moment I was pretty sure just the warmth of his breath on my
goosebump-covered skin would have me screaming his name.

I
literally trembled when he hooked one arm behind my neck and one around my
waist, slowly lifting and turning me onto my front with Cindy propped under my
belly.

I
waited impatiently, my body quivering in anticipation while he knelt behind me
and stared. He always does that. It’s complete torture yet an overwhelming turn
on knowing he enjoys looking at me so much.

“I’ll
never get tired of seeing you like this,” he said, smoothing his hands over my
bare arse cheeks. I almost buckled from his touch. “You’re so hot, Rach,” he
added, sliding his cock against my damp folds and spreading the wetness of my
arousal over his tip. Then, without a hint of gentleness, he slammed into me
before quickly pulling back and stilling inside me. “Wait… I won’t, you know…
hurt
the baby or anything?”

Jared
often draws a fine line between innocence and stupidity – and it’s bloody
adorable.

“Babe,
you’re not
that
big,” I teased. “Now
just fuck me already.”

“I’m
going to pretend that’s
not
the
reason,” he shot back, and then he started moving again. In and out… taking it
to the very edge – torturing me; making me think he was going to withdraw
completely before pounding into me again and again.

He
released one of the hands he had gripping my hips, allowing the wedge, and my
forearms to take most of my weight. Then he snaked his arm around my thigh
until his hand reached my core. He began by encircling his cock with his finger
and thumb, feeling himself enter me and groaning each time he did. Then he unwrapped
them, letting his fingers wander along the moist crevice until they found the
small bud that was pulsating with desperation.

“God,
yes,” I whimpered. The pleasure radiating from my centre was relentless and
intense. Jared continued to drive into me, his speed increasing in time with
his fingers. My orgasm was building and the desperate desire to feel it explode
was almost unbearable.

“You
nearly there, baby?” Jared asked, his voice faltering as he folded himself over
me so his stomach was flush with my back. “Because fuck, Rach… I’m
so
nearly fucking there.”

“Yes,”
I managed to choke out through my ragged breathing. “Yes, I’m…” As if my words
were spurring him on he intensified the speed of his hips and the pressure of
his fingers. “Yes! Oh… Jar…I’m almost…”

“Come
on, saffy!” he all but ordered. “This is for you,” he added firmly, pounding me
so hard I felt the hard ridge of his pelvis crash into the soft flesh of my bum
cheeks with every thrust. “All for you,” he continued. “Every. Last. Drop.”

His
words undid me. I’d been teetering on the edge for the last minute but hearing
him say such naughty things to me, then feeling his cock throb inside me as it
juddered from his release, sent me flying into the mind-blowing orgasm my body
had been craving.

“I
love
being able to come inside you,”
he said – his voice quiet, fulfilled as he rested his cheek on my spine.
“Being able to
feel
you –
nothing
separating us. Pregnant sex is
my new favourite kind of sex.”

“You
know I’m not gonna be pregnant forever right? And then you’ll have to go back
to normal tits, regular flavoured pussy and boring old, condom-wearing sex.
Jesus, Jaz, how on earth will you cope?” I mocked, giggling to myself. Giving
my waist a slight squeeze, he eased himself out of me, climbed to his knees and
supported my weight while he tossed Cindy to the floor.

He
went on to lie on his side, propping himself up on one elbow. I rolled over so
I was facing him, clamped my hands together in the praying position and tucked
them under my cheek.

“Guess
I’ll just have to knock you up again,” he finally replied. Taking my hand from
under my face and reaching behind me, I grabbed a pillow and wacked him right
across the face with it. Then, he grabbed my wrist and held it above my head
before bringing his face so close to mine our noses brushed together. “I
fucking
love
you, Rachel. You have no
idea how happy I am right now,” he said resolutely – staring at me
intensely before crashing his lips into mine.

Yes I do…
I thought,
but couldn’t say aloud because my tongue was tangled with Jared’s.
Because I feel it too.

Jared

“
Do
you need me to come in with you?” I
asked Rachel as she made her way to the bathroom with her sample bottle tucked
between her legs.

“Are
you fucking with me?” she asked, clearly amused.

“What?
I thought you might need some help.” What was wrong with that?

“Jared
I’ve been pissing on my own since I was three years old. I’m pretty sure I’ve
got this.”

“Well
I just thought… that bottle’s tiny. It’s different than when us guys have to do
it. We can, you know…
see
where we’re
aiming.”

“I
know where I piss from,” she said in a mocking tone, biting her lip ring to
keep from laughing.

“Fine,”
I concurred, raising my palms. “But don’t blame me when you get piss all over
your hands.”

“You’re
adorable when you’re stupid.”

“Um,
thanks. But you really don’t need to try and buy my love with flattery.”
Personally, I didn’t think offering to help out my pregnant girlfriend was
stupid. “Now go take a whizz or we’re going to be late.”

Laughing,
she disappeared into the bathroom, and I headed to the kitchen to grab some
bottled water from the fridge. Apparently she needed a full bladder for her
scan, so I plucked out three bottles and stuffed them into her handbag which
was already overflowing with crap. We were running out of time so she would
have to drink them on the way to refill whatever she was busy eliminating in
the bathroom.

**********

Babies.
They were
everywhere
. Every single
wall had some kind of poster bearing a baby. Every desk, table, and flat
surface that wasn’t a floor, had an array of leaflets sporting even more
babies. Then, a woman with a belly the size of a space-hopper entered the room
with a double buggy, and not only could I
see
babies everywhere – I could hear them too.

Surely they’re not hers too,
I found
myself thinking as I watched her rummage through her handbag until she found
two bottles of juice. One was three-ish, maybe four. Hell it could’ve been
twelve, what the fuck do I know about kids? But the other couldn’t have been
older than twelve months, yet here she was looking like if you prodded her
stomach she would explode. How could she have babies so close together?
Why
would she have babies so close
together?
She’s insane,
I decided.

Christ
those kids were noisy – like the kind of noisy that makes your ears buzz.
At one point the youngest one screamed so loudly I actually dabbed my ear with
my finger to check if my eardrums were bleeding. But then the mum passed them
the juice bottles she found in her bag and I swear that shit shut them up faster
than if I’d darted them with tranquilisers.

Juice = crack for babies.
I
started making a mental ‘to do’ list yesterday. Must
buy juice. Shit loads of the stuff.
When I’d finished adding to my
silent list, I turned to Rachel and noticed she was fidgeting with the hem of
her jumper.

“Nervous?”
I asked her, taking one of her twitchy hands and squeezing it gently.

“Terrified,”
she barely whispered. “You?”

I
took a moment to think about it.

“No,”
I answered honestly. “Actually I think I’m excited. I can’t wait to see our
baby.”

“But
what if…” I cut her off because I knew what she was going to say.

“Everything
will be fine, saffy,” I assured, gazing directly into her worried eyes. “That
baby has got the
best
mother taking
care of it. Of course he’s going to be fine.” She nodded, but I could tell by
the twinkle of a tear teetering in the corner of her left eye, that she didn’t
quite believe me.

“Rachel
Mason?” A woman’s voice called. We jerked our heads around in unison and saw a
woman in white scrubs smiling over at us with a brown file clutched to her
chest. Rachel’s notes, I assumed. I stood up and walked behind Rachel, taking
hold of her handles before pushing her forward. “Follow me.”

We
followed the woman out of the waiting room, down a short corridor and into a
room with an examining bed that had a curtain around it, what I assumed was an
ultrasound machine and a desk with a computer on it.

“Do
you have a full bladder?” the sonographer, who had more wrinkles on her face
than a pug, asked Rachel.

“So
full I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” was Rachel’s reply. She’d been
whining all the way here about needing the loo so desperately she was sure her
kidneys would explode.

“I’m
sorry,” the sonographer, who was called Diane according to her I.D. badge, said
with a soft laugh. “This won’t take long. Do you need me to get someone in to
help you up onto the bed?”

“No,”
I interrupted. “I’ve got her.” I didn’t want a stranger manhandling my girl. With
that, I scooped Rachel up as I always do, with one arm anchored under her
thighs and one around her back. She gripped onto my neck as I lifted her, then
I placed her down on the hard couch and kept my hand behind her back until she
was lying flat.

The
sonographer went over to the computer and tapped the keys a few times. Then she
wrote something down in the brown file she was carrying earlier, before coming
towards us, drawing the flimsy curtain and perching herself on a swivel stood
next to Rachel.

“So,
you’ve been sent for a dating scan. Shall we get started?” she asked Rachel in
a sickly sweet voice. Rachel nodded, nerves obstructing her throat I suspected,
so I took hold of her hand and squeezed. “Can you just pull your pants down a
little?” Rachel knew they would ask her this, so she opted for black leggings
today – easier for her to roll down without needing to lift herself.
“Okay, this might be a little cold,” the sonographer added as she grabbed a
white bottle of gel. “I’m just going to check everything over first, and then
I’ll turn the screen to you.”

After
squeezing a hefty dollop of the clear gel onto the lower half of Rachel’s
belly, she picked up a T-shaped scanning thingy (how am I supposed to know what
it’s called?) and started running it across the exposed flesh. She looked
intently at the screen, pausing every few seconds to tap a couple of keys on
the keyboard. She squinted a couple of times too and I started tapping my foot
impatiently, desperate to see whatever she was seeing. I looked at Rachel and
she was staring at the tiled ceiling, chewing her lip ring like she always does
when she’s nervous.

“I’m
just going to call the doctor in to double check something,” the sonographer
announced with another smile.

“What
is it?” Rachel asked - her voice flustered. I squeezed her hand tighter.
“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t
worry,” she assured. “I just need to check something.” Rachel nodded, but the
second we were alone in the room she started to panic.

“Something’s
wrong,” she rushed out.

“You
don’t know that, baby. She said not to worry.”

“Of
course she would say that. She doesn’t want me to panic. But why else would she
need a second opinion? And a
doctor’s
opinion
at that? This is all my fault. I smoked too much before I found out I was
pregnant. I probably drank too much too. What if I’ve damaged thi-”

“Rachel,
stop,” I scolded, cupping her face and forcing her to look at me. “Our baby is
fine. Do you hear me?”
Please God let it
be fine…
“With
you
for a mother,
he or she isn’t going to be anything but stubborn – too stubborn to give
up before they’ve even began.”

“God
I hope you’re right,” she said, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.
Before I could reply the sonographer re-entered the room, followed by a doctor
who looked younger than me.

“I’m
Doctor Jameson,” he greeted with a nod of his head. He took up position on the
sonographer’s stool and got straight to business. Just like before he too stared
at the screen, tapped a few buttons and moved the T-shaped thingy around
Rachel’s belly. I didn’t take my eyes off Rachel, even though she had hers eyes
squeezed shut. A giant ball of nerves started rising from my stomach, making
their way up to my throat and suffocating me.

After
what seemed like fifteen hours, Doctor Jameson popped the T-shaped thingy back
in its holder.

“Is
it okay?” I asked. “The baby. Is everything okay?”

Please… it
has
to be okay…

Rachel
tentatively opened her eyes and chose to look at me rather than the doctor
while she waited for his answer.

“Your…
babies…
are doing just fine.”

“Thank
G-”

Wait…

“What?”

Babies?

“
Babies?
”

“You’re
expecting twins,” he announced with an amused smile on his face, no doubt due
to my reaction to the news.

“
Twins
?” Rachel repeated. “Two? We’re
having…
two
?”

“Yes,”
the doctor concurred, still smiling. “And my calculations here would suggest
that you are thirteen weeks into your pregnancy.”

Thirteen?

Wow,
we didn’t waste much time, huh?

“And
they’re both okay? You’re sure? Because I only recently found out so I wasn’t
taking folic acid or watching what I ate or drank. And I smoked too. Are you
sure everything looks okay? Because really, I’d rather you just tell me,”
Rachel bombarded him.

“Miss
Mason,” he breathed with a reassuring smile. “It’s my job to be honest with
you. I assure you, everything looks as it should. You will have an anomaly scan
at twenty weeks which be a lot more thorough, because the babies will be bigger.
We go into a lot more detail then. We will check babies’ internal organs, size,
position
etc.
And if you want to know, we should also be able to tell you your babies’
sex.”

“I
don’t want to know,” I said at the exact same time Rachel piped up…

“I
can’t wait to know!”

“You
want to know?” I asked her.

“You
don’t
want to know?” she retorted.

“I
thought it’d be a nice surprise,” I shrugged, feeling a little bit like she’d
just pissed on me. If Rachel wants to find out, we
will
find out. It’s a chick thing – they always get their own
way. They’re either too cute to say ‘no’ to, or it’s not worth the earache.

“I’m
pretty sure we’ve had enough surprises, don’t you?”

“Would
you like to see?” Doctor Jameson asked, interrupting our ill-timed squabble.

“Yes,”
we both said in unison. I squeezed Rachel’s hand tight as he turned the monitor
to face us. A rush of disappointment surged through me when I was met with a
black screen and some fuzzy grey shapes.
Where
are my babies?

“Baby
number one is right here,” he pointed out, hovering his finger over a black
blob.

“It
moved!” I said, feeling like the wind hand been punch from my lungs. The black
blob
moved!

“See
this here? This is baby’s head. If you look closely you can just about make out
the face.”

Wow.

What
looked like two tiny black potholes were visible on its face. They were either
eyes or eye sockets or something else related to eyes. It looked like an alien.
My
baby alien. He or she couldn’t have
been more perfect, and as I stared at the black blob on the screen, tears began
to prick at the corners of my eyes.

“And
these two stumps right here are baby’s legs. Unfortunately baby isn’t keeping
still long enough for me to show you the arms.” Legs. My baby’s got legs! How
amazing is that? “Now…” he began again, moving the T-shaped thing around
Rachel’s belly. “Here’s baby number two.”

The
tears weren’t just prickling anymore. They were rolling freely down my face
like I was a giant fucking pansy. Again, I stared, unblinking in utter awe as
the doctor pointed out
my
baby’s bits
and pieces. Every move the perfect little blob made mesmerised me and I already
knew without a shadow of doubt, I would do anything to protect those little
smudges.

When
the doctor had finished showing us our babies – holy shit I don’t think
I’ll ever get used to saying that – he told us we would need to wait in
the waiting room to be called in to see a midwife, then he left the room with a
courteous nod. Smiling, the sonographer tore some paper towels from a roll at
the end of the bed and passed them to Rachel to wipe the gel from her belly,
and then left us alone while I got her back in her chair.

“Thank
you,” I breathed, kissing Rachel’s forehead before scooping her in my arms.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I added, squeezing my eyes closed against her
hair to trap the threat of more tears. “And our babies.”

“Aren’t
you scared?” she asked me once I’d lowered her into her chair.

“Nothing
scares me when I’m with you, saffy.
Nothing
.”