watching january (31 page)
Authors: kamilla murphy
“I wondered when you’d be home,” she said with a hint of her usual sexy good humor.
“I didn’t know you were home from school.”
“I’m on a little break, and I thought I’d visit the special man in my life.”
“Am I? Special?”
“More so every day,” she answered while spreading her legs a bit more.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed when I saw what I should’ve seen right away. I jumped onto the bed next to her and held her tight as I rubbed her belly. “How far along are you?”
She said between sobs, “I love you so much Roger. More than I’ve ever told you. I dreaded having you ask the question most men would ask. You proved to be all the man I want and then some.”
“I’m not comfortable being on some sort of pedestal but you had no reason to dread anything. You wouldn’t be here in my bed if it was anyone else’s.”
“Kiss me and make love to me,” she pleaded.
I think my lips and tongue covered every square inch of the front of her luscious body, beginning at her mouth and ending the journey at her pussy but not before detouring to her toes. Throughout she kept up a running monologue, directing me to certain places, congratulating me when I got there, and exulting in the result. After I satisfied her hungry little pink pearl of a clit I spent some time kissing and caressing her belly, letting my imagination wander to a future when I was holding hands with my child—our child.
She begged some more until I settled on my knees between her legs and entered her slowly. I willed myself not to cum though her hot and wet vagina worked against me. I wanted to give her the best orgasm I could.
Her heretofore closed eyes bolted open and met mine at the same time she began to quiver and groan. My will could only control things for so long. I felt the first ejaculatory spasm like it was an electric shock at the same time Heather screamed out in convulsing bliss.
Later, as we lay in each other’s loving arms, I said, “You will marry me, won’t you?”
Epilogue
Heather
Everything was happening so fast, but rather than being troubling the time went by like a thrill ride at an amusement park. My parent’s divorce was granted faster than I thought it would. At the same time Roger and Jan began their legal proceedings. On the day of my mother’s wedding Jan was so big we all figured she’d go early and spoil everything. She promised she wouldn’t and that had us all laughing, as if she had a say in the matter.
I was showing pretty well myself. I had to holler at Roger since he was always touching my belly like maybe he was assuring himself it was real, and that didn’t change as we gathered around my Mom and Carolyn. When for the umpteenth time I told him to leave my distended belly alone he simply laughed and went back to the business at hand—handling the rings for the ceremony.
I was lost in my own thoughts as the JP said his “…by the power vested in me by the state…” nonsense. What began on that crazy day when Jan and Roger visited our house and hung out at poolside (I wouldn’t know until later all that had gone on that day and afterward) led us to this day, one that certainly was the best day of my mother’s life.
Jan and Dad were having a boy. They had names picked out but even now they hadn’t settled on one. Roger and I on the other hand were having a girl. Although my due date was still a ways away, we’d settled on a name—a month of the year that wouldn’t be January. Our daughter would be June. I liked that month, and that was reason enough for me.
I’d taken a leave from school and moved in with Roger, my future husband. He promised me he’d do everything in his power to help me finish and get my degree. Even babysit! He really was a special man, and although I still get twinges of jealousy when I think of Jan with my dad, I’m happy that she freed up her husband so I could get to know the real Roger.
At the small wedding reception afterward he patted my belly again and asked, “How’s June doing?”
“She’s doing well, sweetheart, and at times when I forget she’s there she reminds me with a little kick.” I tolerated more belly rubbing as he grinned and said he couldn’t wait to be watching June play.
Much better than watching January, I thought.
Kamilla Murphy, author of “Sailing to Ecstasy,” “Invisible Wounds” and “She’s Got the Itch,” is a professional, wife, and mother of two teens, living in Massachusetts.
She’s busy writing her next novel.
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