Page 37 of Single Mom’s Secret Diary (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection)
Wyatt
A very is grumpy and very, very pregnant. Her belly seems too big for her to hold as her hands brace her back and she stretches. The physics of it look more uncomfortable by the day. She’s waddling in circles around the kitchen island, even though I’ve told her to sit and rest.
Her gaze snaps onto me, and if the dominating nature of her in mothering mode wasn’t so damn hot, I’d wither under the glare she gives me.
The doctor told her walking would help induce labor. Spicy food, too, which is why she’s dousing everything she eats in the stuff. And sex, lots and lots of sex, might help the baby come.
Avery pauses, leaning her hands against the counter in front of me.
I can’t help but imagine her bent over the side of our bed like she was just a few hours ago.
My hand delved between her thighs to stroke and thrust into her wet heat while she moaned into the comforter.
Remembering how easy it is to get her off right now makes me harden against my jeans.
Making her come is my favorite thing.
I barely refrain from rubbing myself into her ass as she stretches herself, one hand cupping her belly and the other wavering on the edge of the counter. Instead, I dig my thumbs into her lower back and hips.
Avery collapses over the counter and moans. It’s half pain and half pleasure. My cock twitches, and I pull in a breath to keep myself steady.
I rub and press into her hips with my knuckles and bend over her a little when she gives me another naughty noise. “You keep that up, and I’ll have you under me in that bed again.”
Her laugh is a bit hysterical, and she bites off another groan. “That feels so good, though.”
“Not. Helping.” I tip my cock against her cheeks, which has her laughing and groaning again.
“Don’t tempt me.” But her noises turn toward frustration again—half growling. “This baby needs to get the hell out of me.”
She places her hand over mine and pushes herself upright again with a whimper. The weight is wreaking havoc on her pelvis and lower back.
I reach under her, cupping our baby and lifting her.
Avery’s head falls back against my shoulder as she sighs in relief. “If I didn’t have to pee right now, this would be the most wonderful thing in the world.”
She doesn’t try to wiggle out of my grip, so I hold and rock her. I’m always surprised by how much I enjoy these slow moments with her. I’ve always hated people being in my space, needing my attention, but I’m the one who’s needy. I want to be with her all the time.
Another huff of her breath has me nuzzling the back of her neck.
“This didn’t happen last time. Charlie was two weeks early,” Avery mutters. She’s mentioned this a few times over the last few weeks, praising her son for being a good boy and knowing it’s better to be early than late.
I nibble on her ear, making her tip her head to the left to give me better access to her skin. I take advantage of it, spreading kisses down her neck.
“He knew better than to make me wait.”
Laughing against the soft curve of her, I know all too well that she doesn’t like to be kept waiting. Most of the time.
We rock for another minute before she disengages to go pee. When she returns, she’s grumbling again.
A knock at the door precedes its opening to Mai.
She’s got a plate in her hands as she practically trots to where Avery is swaying in the kitchen.
Our new house has a mother-in-law suite on the other side of the attached garage.
It gives us the semblance of space, but she refuses to be too far away from her son and grandbabies.
Avery is the only one who can growl at her when she oversteps, which is far less often than it used to be.
I don’t really mind. But I didn’t grow up with an overly affectionate mother, so I don’t have much to compare it to.
Mai places the plate in front of Avery and points at it. “Special trick from Vietnam. Works every time. You eat.”
There’s no hesitation. Avery grabs a fork and starts eating as Mai nods in approval.
She’s only a few bites in before she stops, and a dark spot appears down the inside of her sweatpants, spreading down her thighs.
Avery breathes hard, taking practiced, measured inhales and blowing out hard. Those are what we practiced in her Lamaze classes.
Panic seizes my chest, and I’m frozen for half a second. Is she in labor? Did that trick work?
Mai is going to get so much praise from Avery if this is the real thing. And it must be because Mai circles the kitchen island and rubs Avery’s back.
“See? What I say? Works every time. You breathe. In, two, three, four. Out. Yes. There you go.” The house is silent except for Avery’s breathing and the ringing in my ears.
Holy shit. She’s in labor. It’s happening.
“You go get Ezra. Ryder, too. Chop-chop,” Mai orders.
Finally, my limbs break from their paralysis, and I’m on the move—running, actually—to grab everyone. Thankfully, Charlie is with Dominick. They can meet us there.
I run into Ryder first, panting. “Avery. Labor.”
It’s all I can get out before I take off again for Ezra, who’s baby proofing the new SUV.
When we all return to the kitchen, Mai is laughing at us. “Run around like chickens with heads cut off. Just like men.”
Part of me wants to take offense, but she’s not wrong. There’s not enough practice in the world for the real thing. The absolute frenzy working its way between my ribs feels like I’m going to die, but when Avery looks up at me and smiles, my world turns soft.
I get an arm around her back and help her straighten as we waddle fifteen feet before she’s clutching her stomach and growling.
“Breathe,” Mai reminds her.
Ryder slings a bag over his shoulder and stands with Ezra as we wait.
“Fuck,” Avery spits as we start moving again. “I forgot how much that hurts.”
We stop two more times before we get her in the BMW.
Ryder’s on the phone the moment I’ve got her buckled in. She’s yelling and arching against the seat. He reflects back the same awe and fear I’m undulating between.
And then, his mouth dips toward the mouthpiece of his phone. “Dom… yeah. The baby’s coming.”
Avery’s hand squeezes mine to almost breaking.
Shit. This is real. The baby is coming.