Chapter 9
July 31, 2013 would be a date Randy Orton always had etched in his memory forever.
This was the day both of them had been waiting for. Ryanne slept like an angel in a soft pink nightgown that went to her knees and spaghetti strapped. The material clung around her protruding stomach that held their beautiful bundle of joy. Randy was on pins and needles, not able to sleep for more than a few hours before getting up at 5 AM to start his day. Their doctor's appointment wasn't until noon, so he cleaned the downstairs while Ryanne slept. He was sure not even a freight train would be able to awaken her. Around 9 AM, Randy finally made it back upstairs and crawled into bed with his wife, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. The softest of moans slipped from her slightly parted mouth and Randy felt his cock rise to the occasion. Maybe a quick encounter before they had to shower and get ready to go to the doctor was in order. When she moaned again, this time Randy's name in her sleep, the maybe was tossed out the window and replaced with certainty.
Brushing his mouth to hers, Randy slid his hands down her sides against the silk fabric of her nightgown until he found the hem. He slid it up past her bulging stomach and pulled her closer when Ryanne reciprocated the kiss. They couldn't make love roughly the way both enjoyed because of the baby, but Randy planned on making her cum buckets full nevertheless. Ryanne gasped when she felt his long nimble fingers stroke her extremely sensitive clit and whimpered, her fingers massaging Randy's nearly bald head. She wished he would grow his hair back out, but had gotten used to the new look slowly but surely. His lips and tongue teased the spot on her neck just below her ear while his fingers continued their onslaught on her clit, being very gentle in everything he did. The last thing Randy wanted to do was hurt Ryanne, especially in her current state.
"Randy…" Ryanne breathed, still somewhat asleep, but her body had sparked to life. "That feels so good, baby…"
Being pregnant made her body more sensitive, so his tongue, lips and fingers felt more intense. It was as if every caress, kiss and touch amplified her body and she'd never been so horny in her life. If Randy didn't make love to her at least once a day, Ryanne was crabby and it was because sex while pregnant was the best she'd ever experienced. Randy more than obliged her, giving Ryanne anything she wanted, though he was glad the first trimester of the pregnancy was behind them. The first 3 months was brutal because Randy refused to make love to her and Ryanne was very ill due to morning sickness. Now that she was nearing 5 months, all she wanted to do was eat and have sex with her husband.
"You're about to feel even better, Ry." He promised in a husky voice and pulled away from her long enough to stand, shedding his clothes. "Sit up and let me help you get the nightgown off." Ryanne complied and did as she was told, lifting her arms so Randy could slip the nightgown over her head, leaving her bare naked to his hungry vision. "So beautiful…" He murmured, guiding her back down on the bed with another soft kiss that left both of them breathless craving more.
He'd gotten used to Ryanne not wearing panties or a bra, claiming they were uncomfortable. Randy was certain she did it on purpose to torment him, but he definitely wasn't complaining either. The doctor assured them they could have all the sex they wanted as long as Ryanne ate and drank regularly to keep from being dehydrated. Randy made sure of that, already having breakfast done downstairs in the oven and planned on feeding his babies as soon as he gave Ryanne a proper good morning greeting.
"Roll on your left side, Ry." It was a gentle command and one Ryanne immediately obeyed, knowing what position he wanted her in. "That's it, just relax and feel everything I'm doing to you."
No matter how many times he had spoon sex with her, Ryanne couldn't stop her eyes from wanting to roll back in her head at the first penetration. His muscular leg draped over hers and his arm wrapped around her torso carefully to splay his large hand over her football sized stomach. Ryanne bent her body to where Randy would have easy access and both snuggled closer together. Pushing past her already slick folds, Randy groaned in her neck at how tight her walls clung around him. It felt like his dick was being suffocated in a good way. Her soft mewls of approval lit Randy's blood on fire and his need for her shot through the roof, holding back to let her fully adjust to his size.
"Randy…" Ryanne laced her fingers with his and lulled her head back on his shoulder, fiery red hair splayed all around them. "Oh god…"
"Tell me if I'm hurting you, Ry." He murmured in her ear, not moving or budging an inch while maintaining control. Going wild on her was out of the question right now. "Jesus you're so tight around me…"
Ryanne smiled because Randy had tried monitoring his language since they both found out the baby could now hear. "If you don't move soon, I'm gonna cum without you. Take me, Randy…" Her body shuddered at the first deep thrust and countless moans soon followed.
This was a little slower than Randy liked, but he cared more about his wife feeling good and protecting their baby than getting his rocks off. Thrusting slowly, Randy made love to Ryanne and controlled the power in his thighs threatening to break free. Ryanne could feel everything and more, crying out softly when Randy plucked each of her nipples with his fingers to enhance the sexual bout. It wasn't long before the hot coil within her belly formed and threatened to spring free, but Ryanne somehow held back.
"Harder, you won't hurt the baby…" Ryanne urged breathlessly, kissing each of his fingertips and heard Randy growl in her ear, but the thrusts didn't increase in speed. "Randy, please – I need to cum…"
He loved it when she begged him to go harder, faster, deeper, whatever she wanted. Ryanne was never afraid to voice her wants and needs, especially being pregnant. "New position." She could take the reins and go as fast as she wanted because only Ryanne would know when it became too much.
Before Ryanne knew what was happening, Randy was lying down with her straddled on top of him in the reverse cowgirl position. His cock instantly slammed home where it belonged and Ryanne cried out, not waiting to adjust to her husband again. This wasn't new territory to her and Ryanne knew her limits with the baby, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy hot sex with her husband either. Rolling her hips, Ryanne quickly found the rhythm that worked for both of them and went with it, feeling Randy's hands grip her waist.
"Cum with me, Randy…" Ryanne moaned, reaching her hands back to lace them with her husband's and never ceased her grinding, meeting Randy's thrusts. "Oh yeah right there…"
Randy knew he hit her sweet spot and soon her juices flooded out of her body while he rode out her first and second orgasms. Her third was the end and Randy couldn't hold back any longer, his cock exploding inside of her. They cried out each other's names in the intense release and Randy caught his wife's sagging body before she could collapse on the bed. Shifting on his side, Randy began stroking her stomach and nuzzled it with his nose, pressing soft kisses against her silky skin. To try preventing stretch marks, Ryanne coated her stomach in cocoa butter lotion, so it was extremely soft. Ryanne smiled down at him and knew how excited he was to be a father. Truth be told, Ryanne was both excited and scared for motherhood, but she'd never wanted anything more in her life.
"We find out today." Randy murmured, finally pulling away from his wife's stomach to look up in her glittering emerald orbs. "Say it right now."
"Say what?"
Randy smirked, not moving to crawl up to her level because he enjoyed loving her lower half more than her upper at the moment. "You know what I'm talking about, Ry. Don't pretend like you don't."
Ryanne chuckled at his persistence and rolled her eyes, squealing when Randy gently nipped her skin. "Randall Keith Orton!"
"Ryanne Tessa Orton!"
"You know how much I hate my middle name." Ryanne pouted, folding her arms in front of her chest and felt the bed dip followed by Randy's mouth on hers again. "I don't care what sex the baby is as long as he/she is healthy."
Groaning, Randy buried his face in the side of her neck and wrapped his arms around her, nipping her earlobe gently. "I agree with that, but I still wanna know what you feel the sex is before we go find out. Wait – you still wanna know, right?"
"Yes because of the nursery. I've told you this a million times." Ryanne sat up a little and looked at the clock, seeing they had 2 hours before the ultrasound. "Come on, we need to shower and get ready to go. Traffic is gonna be horrible."
"Oh shit – crap, I mean!" Randy pretended to cringe when she smacked him upside the head as soon as he lifted Ryanne from the bed to go to the bathroom. "Sorry!"
"You don't owe me an apology, but the baby on the other hand…"
Randy knew what that meant and set her down on the sink to stand between her legs. Then he lowered to his knees in front of her and rained kisses all over her belly, properly apologizing to their unborn boy or girl. He stood up, seeing the approval on his wife's face and kissed her before turning the shower sprays on. Pampering her as much as he could, Randy lifted her to step in the shower together and proceeded to wash every inch of her body, including her hair. He was by far the luckiest man in the world to have this bombshell on his arm and the icing on the cake was having her carry his child.
An hour later, Ryanne stood in front of the full length mirror in a simple knee length red and white polka dot sundress. It had a halter top, leaving her shoulders bare and showed off her glowing skin. Randy walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, moving her hair to the side. His hands splayed on her dress covered stomach and held out her favorite black flats dangling on his fingers in front of her. She took them and sat down at her vanity mirror, slipping her flats on while Randy finished getting ready.
"I love you." Randy said it so many times, but for some reason this moment felt different. "I know we've been through hell with getting pregnant and I still can't believe it happened, but I never stopped loving you, Ry. You've always been my #1 and now you'll have to share that spot with our little one."
Ryanne's hormones were getting the better of her and tears stung her eyes at his sweet words, gripping both of his hands in hers. "There's nobody else in the world I'd rather share that spot in your heart with. And I know you never stopped loving me. I love you too so much." Pulling Randy against her, Ryanne hugged him close and let the tears flow, giggling when he lifted her against him until her feet left the carpeted floor.
"Come on, let's go find out what we're having and then I'm taking my babies to lunch. Anywhere you want."
Sitting in the doctor's office, Ryanne never once released Randy's hand and felt her heart leap in her throat when they called her name. They lead the married couple to a room, checked Ryanne's vitals and then prepped her for the ultrasound. Randy stood beside her, thankful they set up this appointment to where he didn't miss it. Ryanne watched gel being squirted on the ultrasound wand that would go inside of her. It made her nervous
"You're doing great, baby." Randy murmured in her ear and felt her squeeze his hand when the wand was inserted.
Pointing out certain things about their baby on the monitor, both Ryanne and Randy were mesmerized by the movement. Ryanne cried at the heartbeat, which was a solid 145 and Randy kissed her, fighting the urge to stroke her stomach again. 40 minutes later, the technician finally looked up at them with a big grin and the married couple instantly knew what that meant.
"Do you want to know the sex?" The technician asked, trying to tone down her excitement in case they wanted it to be a surprise.
Ryanne looked up at her husband the same time his eyes lowered to hers and they both nodded simultaneously. "Yes." They answered together, turning their full attention back on the constantly moving monitor.
"Okay, do you see this here?" The technician pointed to the monitor at what looked like tiny white dots bunched together away from the head. "Do you know what that is?"
"Oh my god…" Ryanne covered her mouth with her hand, tears of joy sliding down her cheeks and knew instantly what it meant.
"What Ry? What's wrong?"
Ryanne had read every baby book made over the past near 5 months because she wanted to be ready for even the unexpected. That included being able to tell on an ultrasound monitor if it was a boy or girl. As soon as the technician pointed out the body parts signifying the sex, Ryanne knew instantly what sex was currently growing inside of her. The baby her and Randy created together, which was miraculous in itself due to all their trouble conceiving.
"Do you wanna tell him or should I?" The technician asked, not wanting to ruin such a beautiful moment between two people who were clearly in love and happy.
"A boy." Ryanne whispered, locking watery emerald on bewildered worried mystic blue. "We're having a boy, Randy. It's a boy."
The realization of what Ryanne said crashed over Randy and his eyes snapped to the monitor, every part of his body shaking from head to toe. Was she serious? The technician pointed out the boy parts on the ultrasound and he suddenly became overwhelmed with emotion, letting stray tears of his own slide down his cheeks. While Ryanne cleaned up from the ultrasound, Randy called the people closest to them and relayed the message.
They were having a bouncing healthy baby boy.
