“Sebastien Quantum, shoo!” Emily teased as I stood behind Delilah, massaging her shoulders, her legs elevated under pillows on the sofa. She placed one hand on her seven-month belly and held out the other to receive the glass of juice Emily had brought for her. “We’re here so you can stop driving your wife crazy.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not driving you crazy, am I?” I leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead.
“Baby, you know I love you, but yes you are,” Delilah smiled sweetly.
Lucy walked into the room. “Uncle Seb, you’re here again?” Lucy asked dramatically. “Aunty Delilah needs some breathing room.”
Emily and Delilah giggled, and Lucy tried to push me to the backyard from behind.
“How much money did your father give you to come get me?” I asked.
“Ten bucks,” she said as she stepped in front of me.
“If I give you fifteen, will you give me two more minutes?” I begged.
“Make it twenty and it’s a deal.” Lucy stretched her hands for the money.
I patted my pockets and grinned. “I don’t have my wallet on me.”
“Late payment means the price just went up to twenty-five bucks.”
Delilah laughed, “The lady drives a hard bargain.”
Lucy grinned at her. “I’m a Quantum; it's what I do.” Then she looked at me seriously. “Your two minutes starts now.” Lucy skipped off.
Emily looked at Delilah and me. “Are both of you ready for that?”
“I’d be ready for twenty of those if Delilah lets me.”
Delilah looked up at me, “Let’s finish with this one first and then we’ll think about chatting about others.”
Delilah held my hand, “But, Seb, I’ll be okay. I promise, if I need you, I’ll call.”
I leaned over and kissed Delilah and she kissed me back. When I raised my head Lucy was standing there with her arms folded. “Let’s go, Uncle Seb.”
“Fine.”
Lucy grabbed my hand, and I allowed her to drag me to the backyard. We would’ve had a barbecue, but the smell of it made Delilah nauseous, so instead we ordered pizza, lots of it.
“Ah, there he is, the runaway husband,” Leo teased.
I sank into one of the patio chairs and Lucy skipped back out to the gazebo where Kristi was playing with Lillian.
“Ha ha ha,” I wanted to be annoyed, but I smiled anyway. “I’m just worried.”
Dean spoke, “Seb, you more than worry. If you could put her in a bubble and leave her there until the baby is born, you would.”
“After that scare a few months ago…” I inhaled deeply. “I don’t know what we would’ve done if we lost the baby.”
When Delilah was two months pregnant, she had been driving to one of the clubs for the last assessment from the day. She was on her feet the entire time. Without Hawthorne and having to look over her shoulder, she loved the freedom of driving around without having to call Rex. But while driving there she had gotten bad cramps and pulled over to the side of the road. Her phone had died, and she didn’t know until she tried to call me. She was able to get out of the car, and a good Samaritan had picked her up before she passed out. Delilah’s car has a tracker on it, and when I received a call saying she hadn’t arrived at the club, I tracked the car, but when I arrived and she wasn’t there, I thought that Hawthorne had somehow gotten hold of her, and I panicked.
I called my brothers and after calling around we found her at the hospital. The doctor said that if she'd waited any longer to get to the hospital, we would’ve lost the baby. Luckily, since then she’s been home, but I had to admit that there had been no more incidents or bleeding, and we hadn't had sex since then, although the doctor said it was okay.
“Seb, it’s okay to worry, but don’t you think that you hovering over her is stressing her out? I mean, she had to call us to rescue her today,” Vincent stated.
“And still he finds a way to always sneak inside to see her.” Axel shook his head. “Pussy whipped.”
The others laughed.
“So, do you guys know if it's a boy of girl yet?” Ethan asked.
“Delilah wants it to be a surprise. Honestly, I don’t care about the gender as long as the baby is healthy.”
“Yeah, you won't care until she’s sixteen and you have to pull out a shot gun to ward off the boys.” Axel looked at Dominic. “Sorry, bro.” He patted Dominic on the back playfully and everyone laughed.
“You guys did see me at sixteen, right?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but that’s different, it was something out of the ordinary. But one thing I can say right now is that even if there is an untimely death, we will take care of each other's families,” Nate said.
“For sure.”
“No doubt.”
“You got that right.”
“So, Dean,” Leo looked at Dean, “Seb tells us that you got a job at a marketing company.”
“Yup, it’s nothing fantastic, but I get to save while staying here, I help with the bills, and I’m able to pay him back something each month for paying off my loan.”
“Wait, Delilah was serious about that?” Vincent asked.
Dean nodded. “As a heart attack.”
“And she checks every month to make sure it's in, too.” I laughed.
“But, she's right, though. I got myself in that mess. Paying it back every month reminds me to think before making choices, and if It's too big for me to handle, I have a large group of friends I can come to for help.”
“I’m just glad that everything worked out in the end,” Dominic said.
About three months after Hawthorne’s arrest, Hawthorne was killed in a brawl in jail while waiting for trial, and Obsidian was found overdosed in one of Hawthorne’s hotels after a raid. Two men were eliminated.
“Hey Sebastien, can I see you for a second?" Emily asked as she walked out on the back patio.
I shot up from my chair. Was something wrong with Delilah?
As though she read my mind, she said, “Your wife is fine. She just needs you to help her with something.”
Emily went to sit next to Dominic while I made my way inside. Delilah was lying in the same position as when I last saw her. When she saw me, she smiled. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey, sweetheart, is something wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, per se,” she grinned. “But, I need help changing my clothes.”
“You did it again, didn’t you,” I grinned.
“I can’t wait to get my bladder back. A girl can’t even laugh in peace without wetting herself.”
“But Emily could’ve helped you change,” I said as I gently placed her feet on the ground and helped her stand.
“I know, but I wanted you.”
I leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips before I helped her to the guest bedroom downstairs, which we had moved into since climbing the stairs was too much for her. Once she was seated, I quickly retuned to the living room, snatched the cushions, and placed them to the side; I’d deal with that later. I made my way back to Delilah, where I helped her get out of her wet clothes and helped her into dry ones.
Once she had changed, I led her out of the room, but instead of heading to the back porch, we headed down the hallway.
“Everyone’s outside. Where are you taking me?”
“I know I’ve been a pain in the ass. It's just that I love you and the baby, and I want you guys to be safe. But, after today, hopefully I can give you some room, and you’ll be able to call on me when you need me like you did just now.”
“Baby, I love that you love me so much and want to take care of me, I don’t ever want you to think that I’m not appreciating your effort. I see you, and I love you, but…”
“But sometimes I’m a pain in the ass, I get it,” I grinned.
We stopped and I opened the door in front of me and led Delilah inside and locked the door behind us. She looked around, her eyes wide, before she turned to me.
“You told me you were renovating to do a playroom for the baby,” Delilah sniffed as she walked further into the room.
“I wanted to do something for the woman that I love. You don’t ask for anything, so I plan on giving you everything. I never gave you a wedding gift and I’m sorry it’s a bit late.”
Delilah hugged me. “Baby, I love it. Thank you.”
Over the past few months, I hired a contractor to build a library for Delilah. It was soundproof so you couldn't hear anything from outside, but there were safety cameras she could access to see what was going on outside, and I also had access to them just in case something happened and I need to see her.
Floor to ceiling mahogany bookshelves lined two walls and were filled with books of her favorite authors. I added a reading nook with cushions as well as a comfortable recliner and a large three-seater plush sofa, big enough for her to sleep comfortably. There was a marble fireplace and a small tea station with some of her favorite tea blends. I also decided to add a beautiful writing desk with journal and stationery. I knew she may not use it until after the baby, but it was a sweet gesture. The floor was covered with a dark grey carpet that was soft to the touch, and a door in the corner of the room led to a small bathroom.
“This is so beautiful. Thank you.”
I wiped her tears. “Baby, I’d do anything for you.”
“Then make love to me.”
I stiffened.
“Sebastien, you haven’t touched me in five months.”
“Because I was worried about the baby.”
“Sebastien, the doctor said it would be ok, but if bleeding does occur, we could go to the hospital. I’ve tried to be patient with you, but I need my husband.”
She glided her hands up my T-shirt and looked at me. “Please.”
I swallowed hard and couldn’t tear my gaze from Delilah. I wanted more than nothing to feel my wife’s pussy around my cock, but what if I hurt her? I sighed.
“Sweetheart, if you feel any pain or discomfort, you’ll let me know?”
“I will. Now make love to me.”
I ran my thumb over her lips and wrapped an arm around Delilah’s waist. Delilah licked her lips and I leaned forward and kissed her. Immediately, she opened up to me and our tongues danced. Slowly, I lifted the sundress that Delilah wore over her head and then removed her bra and tossed them on the floor. I took Delilah's hand and led her to the sofa.
I loved how full and round her breasts looked and licked my lips before kneeling in front of her. I took one breast in my hand and squeezed it gently. Delilah leaned her head back and moaned and my cock lengthened. I hadn't realized how much I missed hearing that sound from her. I tilted my head and took her stiff nipples into my mouth, teasing and caressing with my tongue. When I was done licking and sucking her breasts and nipples I gently helped Delilah to lean back against the sofa. I placed a pillow under her head and one below the arch of her back.
“Comfortable, sweetheart?”
She nodded. I gently removed her panties, tossed them in the pile, and quickly removed my clothes and did the same. I bent her knees and positioned myself between her legs, my cock rubbing against the entrance of her pussy. I placed my hands on either side of her and she placed her hands on my biceps.
“Sweetheart, promise me if you feel pain, you’ll let me know.”
“I promise,” she moaned.
I shifted myself, dropped my head between her legs and tasted her, the sweetness of the peaches shower wash lingering on my tastebuds as well as Delilah’s natural taste. She moved under me slowly as I fucked her with my tongue and fingers.
“Fuck, yes, baby, more please,” she groaned.
Her moans seeped through me, and I felt precum oozing down the tip of my cock. I found her clit with my tongue and sucked it gently before flicking it back and forth with my tongue as I finger fucked her dripping pussy.
“Sebastien,” she panted, “Fuck me.”
Gently, I removed my fingers from her licked them off and slowly, slid my cock into her.
“Fuck, yes,” Delilah moaned as her she tried to grab onto the sofa beneath her.
When I was all the way in I stopped and watched her face to see if she was in any pain. Not seeing any sign of any, I hovered over her, one hand on either side of her belly, and immediately Delilah gripped them. At least this way, even though the sofa is huge, I felt more at ease knowing she wouldn’t slip off. I began to move, thrusting into her slowly, then building momentum, making sure I didn’t put my weight on her stomach as I did so.
My gaze never left her as I watched the pleasure on my wife’s face. She felt so good around me. There was no way I was ever going to let five months pass again without being in my wife.
“Sweetheart, you feel so good…” I groaned. “Fuck!”
After a few more thrusts, I slammed into Delilah as far in as I could go, and then I came. My cock twitched a few times, and I sighed with content as I pulled out.
“Thank you,” she smiled.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
I got up and gathered the blanket from the reading nook and walked back to the sofa. I removed the pillow from below Delilah’s back. I pulled the blanket over both of us and snuggled in next her on my side, as my hand lingering under her protruding belly.
“I love you, Mrs. Quantum.”
“I love you too, Mr. Quantum.”
*****
THE END