Hey guys! Just fair warning there is sexual themes to this chapter, nothing explicit but if that makes you uncomfortable you may want to skip this chapter. I got the title for this chapter from the song Beautiful by Meshell Ndegeocello and I listened to it while writing this so I highly recommend listening to it while you read it! Hope you enjoy!
"Like it? Emily no one has ever done anything like this for me before." She has her arms open as she walks to me and wraps them around my neck.
I had dozens of pictures of us printed and then put them in various frames. I then hung them scattered along one wall sort of in a wave pattern. They start with us as kids when we first became friends. Some from birthday or slumber parties. Then the ones from high school. There are a couple of really beautiful black and white candid shots that Aria had taken. One where we are laughing so hard that she is bent over and my head is thrown back and the other where we are sitting on my bay window looking at each other with serious smiles. I remember that moment so well. Then there are some from the past couple of years. One from our weekend trip to Boston. One at our favorite coffee place. One from a visit at my mom's house. They all lead to two large frames. One is filled with a picture of her sitting on my lap and me kissing her cheek that I took last week. I chose that one since her bruised cheek is turned away from the camera so she won't be reminded of that once she heals. The other is empty.
She stands with her arms resting on my shoulders and mine around her waist carefully inspecting each photo. She smiles and laughs at some. Some, she has to dry new tears. When she gets to the empty frame she looks at me with questioning eyes.
"Why is that one empty?" She asks.
"Well, I thought that maybe when we go to your ultrasound that we could put our first picture of little one there." I'm nervous of her reaction, she's still having a bit of a hard time with everything. She doesn't react at all at first. Just looks from me to the pictures and back again.
"How did I get so damned lucky." She says holding my face.
"You aren't lucky you're amazing, and you deserve this." I say kissing her over and over.
I love you. I think to myself.
I love you, I love you, I love you. My mouth remains quiet.
She slides her hands under my T-shirt and rests them on my stomach. My abs are even better than in high school and she's definitely noticed. It seems that every time she hugs me anymore her hands either start or end up there. I love it. It makes me feel desired and sexy. The touch of her smooth hands has always been enough to make me come undone.
I was really afraid of how her growing belly would make me feel. But even with how terrified I am, that little baby bump may just be the cutest thing that I've ever seen. I still haven't brought myself to put my hands directly on it or anything but when I'm looking at her it makes me smile. I hope the baby has her chin dimple if nothing else. I find myself wondering what the "sperm donor" looks like. I don't want to ask though, it would only upset her.
"You are so kind, you always have seen the good in me. Even when it wasn't there. That's why you're my favorite." She says as she kisses on my neck. The moment becomes intense quickly.
"It's always been there, always." I say overcome with the lust her mouth is causing against my skin. I pull back and my eyes beg her to let me make love, begging for permission to kiss every part of her.
"Please, Em, take me..." She whimpers as I lift her onto the couch where we finally make love as a couple for the first time.
From her reactions to my gentle touches, to showing her how to please me, to holding eye contact as we reached our limits simultaneously I have never felt so high, and so connected to another human being in my life. She, and this experience, and this connection that we have, it's all just the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me. We ended up wrapped only in a beige throw completely pressed together on the floor.
"I could live here. Right here wrapped around you." She whispers against my collarbone exhausted.
"Me too. Was it okay for you baby?" I ask kissing her hand.
"Are you kidding? Emily, that was like an out of body experience. I was right about you all those years ago." She kisses my breasts.
"But we're not in the sheets." I tease her.
"Well you're pretty sexy in the fleece throw too. Or literally anything at all." She says making me blush.
"I was so scared of disappointing you." I say.
"How? You were incredible and obviously experienced. If anyone could have been disappointing it would be me." She says, her roundabout way of asking for assurance.
"Absolutely no disappointment here. It's hard to believe that that was your first time with a woman." I whisper it in her ear and the way that her hips shift I know that it's turning her on all over again.
"All I want to do is please you. God, I loved it so much." She turns and begins kissing me. I can tell that she wants to start round two but she's just so tired.
"How about we go get in bed. You can sleep for awhile then I'll bring you some soup." I say.
She reluctantly agrees so I suddenly scoop her into my arms. She laughs hysterically wrapping her legs around me as I carry her to our bed and lay on top of her and cover her kiss in fast goofy kisses. She laughs and giggles until tears form in her eyes. I haven't seen her happy like this for years.
"There you are." I whisper as we try to catch our breath, the moment turning serious.
"I missed you Ali." I trace her lips with my thumb.
"I missed me too."
