Risking Fate (23 page)

“Dude, get some clothes on. I don’t want to see that shit.”

“Uncle Conner, shit is a bad word. Mommy says it isn’t allowed in the house.” I giggled quietly so that my daughter couldn’t hear me laughing. She was four and a half, but knew too much for her own good. Her oblivious sense of humor made her so cute.

“You just said it to
o. I won’t tell if you don’t.” Of course Conner was teaching her how to keep secrets, why would I expect any different from my brother. That was his excuse every time we did something wrong as kids.

“You two going to my mom’s for breakfast?” Ty asked.

“You ain’t comin’?” Conner replied.

“Nah, Miranda wants to sleep for a while. Just take Iz over there.”

Conner must have got what Ty meant. “Yeah, I don’t want the sounds of that this morning. Come on Bells, let
’
s go see your Mimi.”

A few minutes later Ty came back into our bedroom, still in his underwear, but carrying a tr
a
y full of food. He had cut up bananas and strawberries and even had blueberries and cool whip. “Wow! I could have come out to the kitchen.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed and fed me a strawberry. “I wanted you naked.”

I went to grab a banana, but he slapped my hand. “Hey, I’m hungry.”

Ty laughed and grabbed a
slice
of banana. “I will feed us both. Sit still for me.”

I closed my eyes for just a second and a cold chill hit my nipple. When I opened my eyes, Ty was circling a piece of banana over one of my nipples, before feeding it to me. He grabbed another piece and repeated it on the opposite nipple. I glanced over and saw him licking his lips as he circled it until my nipple hardened.

A strawberry was fed to me, and as I took a bite, the remainder of it slid down between my breasts and
was stuck in my belly button
. Ty took his fingers and dipped them into the whipped topping. With them covered in white cream, he covered each of my breasts. The colder they got, the more they tingled for his attention, mainly his mouth.

He fed me another slice of banana and leaned
over
to kiss my lips.

More whipped cream covered my belly and random blueberries were placed over it, then quickly lapped up with his tongue. His face was covered in whipped cream as he traced my belly button. The largest strawberry on the tray of fruit was picked up and slowly drug over my hot sex. I was too big to see what Ty was doing, but as I closed my eyes, I could picture how the point of the strawberry spread my lips apart and teased my clit.

I let out a little cry as Ty pulled it away, o
nly to taste the flavor that had
remained on my skin. A deep moan vibrated off of my sex  and the cold strawberry, now filled with whipped cream, entered between my lips again, this time teasing the entrance before coming out and tracing over either side of my lips again.  I wasn’t sure if it was the texture, but as he drug the strawberry over my clit, I felt like I could explode. It was rough and gave me a wicked tingle that hurt and felt amazing all at once. He continued teasing my clit until I started to tighten up my body and then he would slide it down between the lips again.

My panting became apparent and Ty got off on it. He removed the strawberry
and took a
bite
himself, before
lifting it up to my mouth.  “Taste yourself, Baby.”

I let my tongue slide out of my mouth enough to taste the strawberry, before taking a bite. Of course I could taste myself on it and I knew that’s what Ty wanted. His half smile
disappeared
beneath my belly again and I felt something colder being placed into my fold
s again. One by one little blueberries went, until I could feel bunch of them just sitting there. Ty giggled before shoving his face down again and grabbing the berries with his tongue, leaving me feeling empty. His tongue stroked against my clit and I gasped as he repeated it again, this time using pressure.

He climbed up to my chest and sucked one of my banana covered nipples into his mouth, while he fed me another strawberry. I chewed it and tried not to choke when I felt his teeth dragging over my nipple. He relentlessly watched me watching him taking the other breast into his mouth. He sucked so hard I could feel the blood rushing to it. As he pulled away while still sucking, the pain and pleasure hit me.  Whipped cream filled fingers stroked my clit before sliding inside of me. As his fingers moved forward and back, his thumb coarsely rubbed my swollen nub.

My body began to buck, but it
didn’t
stop Ty from sliding back down and licking me as I climaxed against his mouth. He removed his fingers and I watched him lick them.  I reached down to touch his face as
he climbed up to be next to me. His fin
gers stroked my clit again as his
lips pressed into my neck. “I need you.”

I reached down and grabbed his hard cock into my hands. “Do you want it in my mouth?”

He shook his head. “No, as much as I love when you do that, I need to be inside of you. I need to fill you.” He rolled my body on top of him and quickly put the head of his penis between my legs. He slapped my clit over and over again, making my stomach muscles tightened with each slap. “Ty.”

“Slide me in, Baby.
I want you to feel me fill you.”

“Oh, yes. Give it to me.”

Ty grab
bed my ass and moved my body
down over his. The wetness from between my legs was coating his shaft and making the friction extra slippery. I pressed my hands on
his chest and made the contact
stronger. As I grinded against him, he never stopped looking at me. I watched his face tighten and his eyes close, at the same time he held my body still. I could feel him filling me and just thinking about it made me come again. I sat straight up and cried out into our bedroom.

After we caught our breath, Ty took me in the shower and washed the sticky fruit from my body. As we dressed and headed into the kitchen, I noticed he already had a muffin and orange juice sat out for me. He smiled and poured himself a cup of coffee. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. I should have never doubted him last night. I had nothing to worry about. Ty loved me and our babies. He would never cheat on me.

For the next four
weeks we went about the motions. I worked a couple days a week
.
and got fatter by the minute, while Ty worked
every day
and came home to spend every minute with us. He was quiet about not being able to get the doctored paternity test, but I knew that talking about it made him upset, so I never brought it up.

He and Conner for some reason or another, started hanging out more, doing things together. I didn’t really get it, but just figured it was Conner’s way of feeling sorry for our plan not working. Ty t
ook it the worst. Our sex life was still pretty normal, but several times
I ca
ught him crying afterwards
.
I repeatedly asked him what was wrong, but only got replies about it just being too much stress on him.

He refused to talk about the trial on account of what he might have to tell Bella someday. It broke my heart to even think about that conversation, but I was positive she would always love him as her daddy.

After my
husband’s
begging, I finally stopped working in my
eighth
month of pregnancy. The doctor
s
were convinced I was going to deliver early and the family was all on standby in case it started. Since I had to deliver Bella in the back of a car, Ty was determined to get me to the hospital in time.
Having
twins could be complicated and we wanted to be prepared. I’d packed my overnight bag and Ty had gotten the whole room ready for the boys.

One Sunday after church
, we came home to a house full of people yelling ‘surp
rise’. Since Bella was my first
child, I really didn’t expect to have a shower, but my
family
loved to party and they just looked for reasons. Ty had kept the secret and managed to get Amy involved. She’d invited some of my favorite clients and I was so happy they could attend.

It was great seeing Van and Colt and little Christian was just the cutes
t
little thing. She was already trying to stand herself up and had two front teeth.
Noah and Bella immediately went running into her room
together. She was so excited to see him that she didn’t even care about all of the presents I needed help opening.

Ty smiled the whole day and I caught him looking at me with such passion throughout
the party
.
As much as I loved my whole family being there, I kind of wanted to be alone with him more. With me being so huge and all of the stress of the upcoming trial, to say we were
becoming
distant would have been an understatement.

I loved Ty for being the faithful man that I needed him to be, but since his failed attempt at obtaining the documents, something had changed in him. He still joked, but it wasn’t the same. I felt like he always had his guard up.

Our late night conversations became non-
existent
and some nights he would fall asleep on the couch and not come to bed until I was already asleep. I patched it up to my pregnancy. Maybe I was too hard to sleep with. I did toss and turn all night long, but I missed him. Even though we were together all of the time, I missed him terribly.

After all of my friends left and my mom and aunt went to Ty’s parents, Colt and Van hung out with us. It was great having them over and I loved spending time with Christian. Her little smile was so contagious. Ty loved being her Godfather. It was so funny watching him
talk to her like he was a baby. I had no doubt that he was going to be such a good dad t
o our twins. He’d already proven
that with Bella.

Colt and Ty went into the living room, while Van and I sat in the kitchen. We could hear them talking about hunting, and both rolled our eyes, knowing they would be bickering shortly. I heard Conner come in and then the voices got even louder as he joined in on the conversation.

“Nothing ever changes does it?” Van giggled.

“Nope.” I rubbed my giant tummy to try and settle the boys. They were moving up a storm and I was often very uncomfortable.

Van took a drink of her tea and looked at my belly. “You look like you’re ready to pop.”

“I feel like I am too. I tell ya, I can’t wait to deliver so I can try and get some kind of body back. Ty and I still have sex, but I miss feeling attractive.”

She smiled. “I know for a fact that your husband loves the way you look. He tells me all the time, even more than I would ever want to hear.”

I laughed. “He tells me too. I don’t know. I feel distant from him. I can’t put my finger on e
xactly what it is, but somethin’
is different about our
relationship
.”

“Maybe you
’
r
e
just getting settled. After a while the newness fades away.
” Van picked at her fingernails as she talked.

“I guess it could be that. I don’t know.”

Ty came walking into the kitchen, while still yelling something about a goose. He looked from me to Van and shook his head. “Is she talking about my meat again?”

Van rolled her eyes. “Since I know there isn’t that much to talk about, it would be pointless.”

She and I both knew that she was lying about that. Ty wasn’t gigantic, but it was big enough to hurt me every single time. She’d once told me Colt was huge, not that I wanted to know at all. I guess it was only fair, but still.

Ty leaned over and kissed my cheek. “My Baby never complains about my meat.”

“Aww, she just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. That’s why we have girl talk.”

He stood up and put his hands on his hips. After shaking his head, but saying nothing, he turned to grab something out of the cabinet.

“Van, can you help me? I can’t seem to find my
pickles.”
I couldn’t see him, but Van winced when she looked in his direction. I turned around to see what was so startling and saw my
husband’s
entire ass hanging out. He was reaching in the top of the cabinet and had pushed his pants down, revealing his whole ass. Luckily, he kept his front covered, but continued to keep them down until he walked out of the room.

“You’re sick!” Van yelled.

“Bite me!”

She rolled her eyes and turned around. Of course, I was in hysterics. “He is never going to grow up.”

“I know.” The truth was, I didn’t really want that part of him to ever go away. I loved that every day he made me laugh.

Chapter 16

Ty

Lying to Miranda was hard enough, but keeping up with that lie was worse than I could have ever imagined. I thought as time went by I could get over what had happened, but as Miranda’s pregnancy was coming to an end, I felt more and more guilty.