"Yes, god yes," I moaned.
The rest of his clothes were shed and my eager hands collided with his body as he came crashing into me.
"Yes!" I screamed, feeling him slam deep inside of me. His body pulled back and my insides tightened, waiting for him to drive back into me.
But he didn't. He hovered above me and froze.
My eyes found his and he looked panicked. The heat and sizzle in his eyes had been replaced with terror.
"Declan, you looked scared to death. What is it?"
"The baby," he said, completely stricken with fear. "What if I hurt the baby?"
I tried to steady my face and not laugh.
Seriously? Did all men go through this? My best friend said her husband Logan did the same thing--and he's a doctor. Did men really believe
their dicks were that gigantic and pointy that they could reach the deepest depths of our womb and harm the child? If it was really a problem,
do you think the world would be this overpopulated?
I schooled my features, trying to remember how prideful men were about this...subject.
My hands rubbed up and down his biceps in a supportive manner.
"Babe, you're not going to hurt the baby. Believe me. I'm a nurse. Do you think I would do anything to hurt our child?"
His eyes search mine and he nodded.
"Right, you're right. Sorry, I'm being ridiculous."
"No, you're just being a father. Now. Shut up and fuck me."
He grinned and I felt him begin to harden again between my legs.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Leah, where'd you go?" Declan, asked, still leaning down in front of me. His worried expression told me I'd probably zoned out of a moment or
two while I'd walked down memory lane.
But that little trip had helped with one prevailing predicament.
"Sex," I blurted out, spewing scatterbrained thoughts out of my mouth before taking the time to think them through. I was doing that lot since
becoming pregnant. Declan had learned to interpret quite a few one-word sentences over the last several months, but I think this one was the
ultimate cake-topper.
"Um, yes?" he answered.
"Sex. We need to have sex. It's what we tell patients at the hospital to do when they are past their due date."
"So you want to use me--to induce labor?" he asked.
"Yep. Sure do."
He laughed, "I'm okay with that."
"Good, because Connor is at baseball practice for the next hour. Let's get this show started."
"That's the sexiest thing you've ever said to me. I think I just came a little," he joked, rising from his spot on the floor. He held out his
hand and I took it, as he pulled my gigantic body from the chair.
"Come on, Wife. Let's go have some totally hot, completely spontaneous sex."
"Way to talk it up Hot Shot," I laughed, as we made our way up the stairs to our bedroom.
God, how many stairs did we have?
"Hey, who's using whom here? I think it should be you talking it up. Not me. It's my body and super sperm being used in this little adventure."
I stopped in the middle of the hallway, doing an about face in front of our wedding photo that was hung just outside the door to our bedroom.
"Super sperm?" I asked, my brow arched in amusement.
"Yep. Managed to knock you up even though you were on the pill. I'd call that pretty super." His lips curved into that signature grin I'd come
to love.
"God, you're cocky."
"Yep, I am. Which is why you love me," he answered, swooping down to pull me into his arms.
"Declan! You're going to herniate a disk or something! Put me down!" I screamed, as he walked the remaining few feet into our bedroom.
"You really think you look like a whale, don't you?"
"No," I answered. "I've surpassed a whale. What's bigger than a whale? An elephant? Are elephants bigger than whales?"
His eyebrows scrunched together as if he were actually considering it for a moment and then he shook his head.
"Hell if I know, but you don't resemble either. Or any other large animal. You're beautiful babe," he said, gently laying me down on our fluffy
teal blue duvet cover.
"So, are you saying I resemble a small animal then? I really do look like a squirrel, don't I?"
"Oh my God, do you want my penis or not?" he blurted out.
A snort escaped, as I tried to not make a sound but as soon as that one sound echoed through our bedroom, the laughter came. And it came
rolling out of me in droves.
"Did you just say penis?"
"That's it. No more fucking around. We're getting this baby out of you. I want my sane wife back," he said, as his shirt came up and over his
head. I continued to laugh, pulling my legs up to my bouncing stomach. The baby moved and stirred from the activity and my hand came to my
belly immediately loving the feel of her moving inside of me.
"Come on, clothes off?" he demanded.
"What?" I asked, still slightly chuckling.
"You heard me. If you say sex will bring on labor, than that's what we're doing. Right now. Clothes. Off. Leah," he said, his voice dropping an
octave as the last three words were said. His eyes narrowed and fixed on me and I suddenly didn't feel like laughing anymore.
"Okay," I answered.