El sneaks an arm around my waist. Her belly is bigger now. Our babies will be showing up soon. She leans on me for support while we wait for the private elevator. It was her idea to get out of my office to buy crackers.
A little fun fact: We have boxes of crackers at home. If she wasn’t pregnant, her attitude would have been suspicious but with pregnancy, anything goes. Rule number 123432444: Never argue with a heavily pregnant woman. It will end in chaos.
We enter the elevator with my hand on her lower back. Our reflections on the metallic wall smiles at us and El laughs. I set my suitcase on the ground and palm her face for a proper kiss. With the pregnancy due, her office has become mine. She spends more time with me than anyone else. I love it.
Her lips taste like donuts. We ordered some an hour after she arrived to “pick” me. I will never let her drive in her state but she enjoys using that term even if she was brought here by a driver. She ruffles my hair and giggles.
“I don’t think I want crackers again,” El says.
I close my eyes and breathe out a sigh. I love my wife but this is not fair. I was in the middle of an important zoom meeting when she showed up to my office and asked to be accompanied to this crackers joint. I caress a side of her face and smile. Her hair is in big cornrows, she doesn’t like having them over her face anymore. It annoys her.
“What do you want?” I ask.
My fingers linger on her jaw. I peck her again and again. She plays with my beards. Her teeth are on display while she thinks up a reply. I am almost afraid to hear it. Once in the middle of the night, she woke me up to get her fried noodles. It had to be straight out of the pot or she wouldn’t eat it. Fun times.
“I don’t really know.” She turns her back to me, I slide my hands around her waist from behind and rest my jaw on her head. The elevator dings when we are at the last floor and slides open. “Baby, let’s just go home.”
I agree. I have been on my feet for a greater part of today. After the meeting to update Jei Clementine on the status of Project El, I had to work on something else. I might have an assistant but it feels like the bulk of the work is on me sometimes. El tugs me in the direction of the garage. She is walking too fast.
Enzo nods his head in greeting and I wave back. El slides inside before me and pats the spot beside her. As if I was going to sit anywhere else. She finger combs my hair, smoothens my brows, then turns my face, this way and that way then nods to herself. It is almost comical. I let out a short laugh.
My arm goes around her shoulder. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Just checking you out.” I keep mute. I can never figure out what’s going on in her head these days and today, I am not willing to try. What I need is a bath, food and cuddles. “Do you want to go out?” I am not given a chance to answer. “I think we should go out. The girls will be fine for a few hours.”
She peers at me from under her lashes, willing me to answer. The problem with this suggestion is that she will start crying when we are almost at the restaurant or about to eat. Something about us neglecting our kids. Her mood swings are unparalleled.
I tilt her head up and peck her nose. “Let’s get home first, okay?” She responds with a pout. “I need a bath too. Food and plenty of kisses.” Her lips break out in a grin. I bop her nose, she retaliates by flicking her finger over mine. “We can go anywhere you want after I get my kisses, what do you think?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
The rest of our ride continues in silence, my fingers trace circles on her knee. She sits up when we arrive at the mansion and her hand clenches around mine. I look to her for an explanation over this sudden possessiveness and she shrugs. She gets away with a lot of things due to her pregnancy.
My hand runs in circular motions over her belly. “Your mother is being naughty,” I say to her bump.
“Daddy likes it when I’m naughty,” she whispers.
Enzo coughs and El slaps a hand over his mouth. We step out of the car, chuckling like kids caught in the act. I stagger to a halt when El stops in front of me. She stretches out her arms and says, “Carry me. Carry your baby.”
“Your baby is tired,” I reply.
Placing her hands on her stomach, she looks down and mutters, “Boys, did you hear that? Your daddy is refusing to carry us.” Jutting out her chin, she shakes her head like she is disappointed. My gaze darts between her and the door. The distance is bearable. “Bad baby.” I sweep her off her feet. “Good boy.”
Because of her bump, I can only carry her bridal style. It makes the journey upstairs more arduous and for a fleeting moment, I consider setting up an elevator inside the house. My breathing is ragged by the time we are in our room, El grins from ear to ear when I set her down on her feet. She moves to open the curtains, posing by the window, she winks.
Pushing the robe to one corner, she plants a hand on her hip and cocks her head. She is sexy and my dick reacts accordingly. I cover the distance in minutes, her giggles tease me as she runs over to the other side. Fuck. We haven’t had sex in about three weeks. I am so busy these days and she’s so tired.
“Baby,” I whine.
El stops in the centre of her room, standing akimbo with a proud smile. “You need to bathe, eat and rest.”
“And kisses too,” I volunteer. “I need sex too.”
She nudges me gently in the direction of the bathroom. “Bath first, baby. I’m still here.”
That’s if she isn’t asleep before I get back. My bath is rushed. Few minutes later I am out. I meet El with a saucer of cake on her lap. She lowers it to the nightstand and motions to me to come forward with a crooked finger.
Water streams down my chest, the short towel hanging around my neck does little or nothing to stop the water rolling down the nape of my neck. El tugs on the knot of the towel hanging loosely around my waist. Her eyes hold a dare for me to stop her but stopping her is the last thing on my mind. I have missed having my cock in her mouth.
She bites her lip, then does the little lip roll between her teeth. My dick twitches, bouncing freely when she yanks my towel down. She flicks her tongue over the crown of my shaft and my hands sink into her scalp.
She is pregnant. I try to remember that as she takes in more of my length but my nails sink into her scalp. It doesn’t deter her. She sucks my dick like a professional until my load shoots into her mouth. Her lips glisten with my cum, eyes set on mine, she wipes her lips dry.
“Can we go out now?” she asks.
I am already walking backwards but I pause. “Yes, baby love. But you still owe me.” Her eyes narrow. I shrug. “And I want my kisses too.”
“Big baby.”
“Your big baby.” Flipping through clothes in the closet, I come up with nothing. “What are you wearing?” I throw a look over my shoulder. The sound of her heels meeting the floor bounces off the wall. “Is this what you’re wearing?”
Her blue outfit is decent. But the sexy kind of decent. I have no idea how to best describe it but it hugs her frame perfectly well, showing even the contour of her belly button. I love the look but I also know that other men at whatever restaurant we will be eating at will love it as much as I do. For God’s sake, she’s a goddess but I want to be the only one allowed this delicious vision of her.
She holds a tux to my chest. I grab it above her head. “Baby, I don’t like your dress.”
“But I like it.”
My lips pull into a thin line, she juts her lower lip and closes her eyes. When her eyes open, tears are lining the surface. I hate that she does this. I hate that it always works. I draw her in for a side hug.
“Fine, I lied. I love it. I love your gown.” She sticks out her tongue and I can’t get over this feeling that I just got played. Pushing herself up, she plants a chaste kiss on my lips. “Were you actually going to cry?” I ask when I have changed into my outfit. I’m leaving out the jacket.
“Nope.” She slides her hand into the crook of my elbow and leads me outside the room. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby love.”
Our footsteps echo in the house as we glide down the stairs. We are at the foot of the stairs when I realise two things. The house is awfully quiet and I have not seen my girls. I’m about to mention this to her when Wyn jumps out of the shadows.
She is dressed up. Is she joining us? I open my mouth to ask El but I am cut short by the scream of, “Surprise!” followed by a birthday chorus.
One by one, the guilty parties involved start coming out. I see Bren with a small cake and one candle on it. Brianna. Mother. Father. Joshua. Even Clarissa and someone that looks like Vincent.
El cups my face before I can confirm and kisses me hard on my lips. She pulls back to whisper, “Happy Birthday, baby.” I laugh. I laugh so hard my ribs ache. Oh, my. This woman is everything. “Nope, I didn’t forget. I can never forget your birthday, love.”