A/N: Now settled into their new town home, this has a lot in it and, as always, I would love to hear from you!
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Olivia was really enjoying the new shower head in the master bathroom. The warm water ran over head and down her body, washing away the suds and sweat she had just created from making love to her wife on this Saturday morning. She smiled, thinking of her wife—so ready to please her sexually, so pleasantly pregnant.
Olivia was so grateful that Alex had finally gotten pregnant. They had both been prepared for a long haul with the blonde trying to get pregnant, but it had happened and Olivia couldn't wait to spoil her wife as she had done for her. Cookies in the middle of the night? No problem. Hot and sweaty and irritable? Olivia could take it. After all, she knew exactly what the experience was like and couldn't wait to be present for all of those changes that would inevitably happen to her wife.
With a final rinse, having just fed Theo again a few minutes ago after they had a chance to make uninterrupted love before his cries were heard over the monitor, she turned the shower head off, looking up and laughing at the monstrous size of the device. That was one big shower head.
She opened the glass door to find Alex at the sink, brushing her teeth. The blonde smiled at her as she stepped onto the bath mat and grabbed a plush beige towel from the rack.
"Hey, Babe…" the brunette oozed, still on a pleasurable high from their recent lovemaking session.
"Hey yourself, Liv…" Alex tried around the toothbrush before spitting and then continuing to brush.
Alex eyed her as she toweled off, her wife ever-ready to ogle her in any situation.
Olivia wrapped the towel around her now, tucking the end into her cleavage, and then stepped to the sink as Alex layered the brunette's toothbrush with tooth powder for her and then handed it to her.
"Thanks, Al…" Olivia began brushing, her eyes not leaving her beautiful wife who was in her light blue silk robe. "How are you feeling?"
Alex looked gorgeous—cheeks flushed, hair down, those perfect glasses on, pert nipples poking through the thin fabric.
Alex smiled, "I don't feel any different, Liv…truthfully…I think it's too soon…it's only been four days since we found out and eighteen days that I have been pregnant…"
Well…" Olivia moved to her wife, pressing herself to her back as they both brushed, "…you let me know if you need anything…anything at all, Baby…" Olivia smiled, giggling in the process."
Alex spit and rinsed, "Oh, you'll be the first to know and don't expect any gargantuan shower head to satisfy me, Liv…I only want you…" Alex smiled and kissed her wife's cheek, the brunette still brushing and still laughing.
Olivia laughed now, taking the brush from her mouth and throwing her head back to do so, "Alex…anything, Baby…"
"You're gonna fix up the patio flower beds today, right?"
"I am…Theo and I…Noble Plants Nursery delivery should be here at one…you're gonna help, right?" Olivia retorted, smiling and then spitting before rinsing her mouth as well.
"I'm gonna unpack the rest of the kitchen and the linen closet…Charles and Landon are coming for dinner…they apparently have news on the garden plot you had them inherit…"
"Mmmm…new developments…I'm glad we gave them our plot, Babe…I think they'll enjoy it."
Alex laughed, leaning forward to suds her face with a coconut cleanser, also an Olivia purchase. "I can't see our manly men gardening but…OK…of you say so…"
"I think they can get their hands dirty of they want to…" Olivia slithered her arms around her wife's belly, pressing her hands to the flatness and kissing her neck softly.
Theo's cries were heard over the monitor sitting on the bathroom sink, their baby boy just inside the master bedroom in his bassinet.
Olivia kissed her wife's neck once again, "I'll see if he's dirty…it's like feed, then poop…clockwork, Al…"
"You should have a nice surprise from that fibrous sweet potato and boiled kale you gave him last night," Alex smirked.
"I got this one, Babe…don't you worry your sexy, pregnant head about it." Olivia turned to leave.
"Liv?"
"Yeah, Al?" Olivia placed her left hand on the door frame.
"I love you…"
"I love you, Alex…duty…or doody, calls…" Olivia smiled and left the room.
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AAA
Olivia had breakfast going by the time Alex came down from dressing—eggs, turkey bacon, whole wheat bagels with chive cream cheese—both their favorite kind of the creamy spread.
Alex entered the kitchen and took a mug from the counter, already placed there by her gorgeous wife, who was wearing an ensemble of her black Adidas track suit, fitting her perfectly once again, charcoal gray tank peeking out from underneath. She poured herself a cup of coffee and then stopped, looking into the dark brown liquid, pondering.
Olivia turned now from flipping the eggs, Theo on her hip, "Babe?"
"Should I drink coffee?"
Olivia laughed, "I think Dr. Bensaro said you can have a cup a day…"
"But you didn't have any…and Theo turned out so…healthy…" Alex set the mug down now.
"True…but you can have a cup if you want, Alex…it's not gonna hurt…"
Alex pushed the mug toward her wife, "I want to do what you did…as wonderful as your pregnancy went…I want to do everything you did, Liv…"
"Up to you…" Olivia slid the eggs onto the plates that already held the bacon and bagels. She then brought the plates to the island, one at a time, hindered by Theo and his grabbing hands.
"You drink it, Liv…"
Olivia laughed, "I've already had two cups…but I'll drink yours, if you want, Al…" Olivia leaned in and kissed her wife gently on the mouth. "Besides, I need to make up for nine plus months of my lack of coffee drinking…Rasta latte?"
Alex smiled and nodded, "I think so, Babe…"
"Coming right up, Al…"
Olivia passed Theo to the blonde before taking the ingredients for her wife's special drink from the refrigerator, setting all containers on the counter—soy, coconut, hemp, and almond milk. She then went to the cabinet and took their small jar of chai spices to make the drink.
"You're so good to me, Liv…"
Olivia smiled, her eyes focused on the small pot she was pouring the milks into. "And it only gets better…prepare for foot rubs, back rubs, and utter and complete pampering…" She looked up now, beginning to whisk, those cocoa orbs sparkling. She made a kissing motion in the air, closing her eyes, "My beautiful pregnant wife…"
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Pansies, succulents, and more rose bushes and gardenia bushes were delivered at one, just as expected. Alex had unpacked all of the boxes for the kitchen, living room, and linen closet. She stood now, a bottle of water in hand, watching as Olivia was already busy planting out on the patio with Theo in his stroller, watching as his mother patted the soil around a full, bushy gardenia plant, Olivia singing to him about not chasing waterfalls, by TLC, as her iPod played on the small speakers that she had hooked up to—the same speakers they had taken with them on their honeymoon to Greece. She remembered those very speakers sitting on the window sill of their kitchen on the island of Kea as they cooked dinner together, made love on the counter.
Alex now leaned in the open doorway of the atrium that led to the patio, listening as Olivia spoke to their son.
"You're gonna have a baby sister or brother, Theo…and you have to be a good big brother to them…"
Theo laughed, clapping his hands together, the sweet expression on his caramel complexion endearing, his bright blue eyes sparkling. He didn't know what Olivia was saying but he apparently liked the tone of her voice.
"Yeah…" she cooed, smiling, "…you have to guide her…Theo…show her how a gentleman is supposed to act…OK, baby?"
Theo squealed and laughed again, his legs and arms bouncing about. Olivia smiled and moved closer to the stroller, leaning in and kissing his mouth softly, smiling at him.
A lump formed in the blonde's throat at this display.
Olivia looked up now, gardening gloves on, soil smudged on her right cheek, and smiled at Alex. "Have to get him ready, Al…"
Alex only nodded, too emotional to say anything.
"When are they delivering the furniture?" Olivia asked, obviously seeing that her wife was at a loss.
Alex smiled and swallowed before clearing her throat, "Three…" she uttered quickly, her voice shaky.
Olivia stood now, removing her gloves and setting them on the ledge of a flower bed, "Oh, Baby…" she walked closer to her wife and enveloped her in her arms, "The furniture has you choked up?" The brunette offered facetiously, "It's some really great furniture…" Olivia smirked.
Alex felt a tear roll down her cheek and she laughed lightly, "Yeah, Liv…it's the furniture that makes me so happy, Baby…" She squeezed her wife's waist firmly. "I just can't believe it, Liv...I am so excited...we're gonna give Theo a brother or sister…"
Olivia smiled, placing her hands on the blonde's cheeks, "Yeah…a little you, Al…" She kissed her softly, "…they're gonna be so beautiful…and so smart…" She kissed her again, "…and a wonderful chef…" she kissed her again, "…great at poetry and deadpan sarcasm…and Jeopardy…"
"Olivia…" Alex said, exasperated, cocking her head to the side, looking into those brown eyes that could melt her in a New York second. "They'll get all of that from you, too, Baby…"
"The perfect team…"
"Unequivocally correct, Liv…" Alex leaned in and kissed her wife once more.
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OOO
Bed placed and made in the attic room, the mattress majestically placed on the floor against the huge window, a fluffy white comforter on it—check. Sitting room at the entry way now containing an eggshell white two-seater sofa bed with black and white chevron pillows adorning it—check. Downstairs guest bedroom with a vintage, shabby-chic white painted brass bed frame and mattress and a blue and white damask comforter motif—check. New light gray—to match the kitchen and hardwood flooring—rustic wooden rectangular farmhouse dining table, with twelve chairs to match, in the dining room—check. Chicken and beef fajita meat cooking on the stove and all of the fixings warming—check.
Olivia looked around from her stance of leaning against the kitchen counter, left arm folded over her midsection, right hand holding a now-cold cup of rooibos tea, wearing a pair of leather coated black jeans and a pale pink, angora wrap sweater, black strappy stiletto heels, hair down and straightened for the occasion. She looked out across the living area at the arrangement of the furniture, the baby grand piano behind the sectional, a small lamp on top now, the music Alex was playing just a little while ago—before going to take her shower and get ready—sitting on the music stand.
Al Jarreau sang softly on the Bose, the fireplace lit for the occasion, the painting of she and Alex stood majestically above the blazing flames. The new dining table was all set with their white dishes and place settings, vanilla candles lit. Everything was perfect.
And then Alex walked in—the radiance the blonde exuded making everything even more perfect. Alex smiled at her, "You like?" She turned around on the hardwood hallway, runway style, allowing Olivia to get a good look at her.
Olivia choked on her tea slightly, smiling, "I like…I like…" Olivia took in her wife's outfit in—fitted, long sleeved black knit dress, falling just above the knee, hair parted on the side and in a low bun, neatly assembled at the base of the back of her neck. Glasses off for the evening.
"And you…" Alex walked up to her, "…look amazing…"
Olivia smiled, "I can't compare to you…wear this dress as long as you can, Babe…and even after you're showing…"
Alex leaned in and softly kissed her wife, so as not to mess up each other's perfectly made up faces.
"Zee, zee, zee, zee, zee, zee!" Theo sang from his highchair right next to them at the end of the island. He had mashed banana all over the tray, squeezing a good portion in his tiny hands.
The ladies looked at him.
"Zee…zee…zee…zebra!" Alex tried.
"Zebra, Al?"
"Do you know any other 'z' words, Liv?"
"Good point…" The timer on the oven went off. "Of course there's Zues…zephyr…zoo…zany…zesty…" She smiled, opening the oven door and bringing out a covered ceramic dish and setting it on the counter before removing her oven mitts.
She turned, Alex smiling at her just as the front doorbell rang. "Nice comeback…I'll get the door…"
"I do what I can…" Olivia called after her.
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AAA
"Sprouts galore, girlfriends!" Landon held his white wine glass in his right hand, legs crossed over his sporty orange satin pants, left arm on the back of the sofa behind Charles. "Once they're ready…we'll have to bring you girls the harvest." His fresh silver-haired buzz cut and tawny glow added to their relaxed demeanor from their recent vacation to Bermuda.
"Oh, but we want you to reap the benefits, guys…it's for you…besides…we've got some veggies to plant here, right Babe?" Olivia trailed her fingertips down Alex's arm.
Alex smiled, enjoying her wife's gentle touch, "That's right…Olivia's Garden of Eden right here on the Upper East Side…"
"We'll just have to forage for some fig leaves, Babe…" Olivia smirked.
"I must say…this place suits you…you two look absolutely radiant…Heidi Klum and Cindy Crawford look out!"
They had already taken a tour of the house, Charles and Landon falling in love with the entire space. Dinner had been enjoyed, and the group now sat in the living room as Bette Midler sang about being under a boardwalk. Theo was out like a light, asleep in Alex's arms as they continued to chat, his tiny hand grabbing and releasing the fabric at her neckline soothingly.
"Where's that fluffy cat of yours?" Landon leaned forward and looked around.
Alex saw Olivia try a smile, her expression hesitant, and so the blonde took to answering this question, "She's in the bedroom, closed away with her litter box and food. She hasn't taken the move very well. She's not used to all the space or the stairs. We had to get a prescription sedative from the vet just so she would eat. She's better but…a little skittish lately."
Alex knew that Olivia had been worried about Hillary. Her cautious furry steps and little nose smelling everything lately—even the girls—showed them that she was on high alert. The stress of the move had caused anxiety in their first baby, causing clumps of fur to be left all around the new townhouse as well. They were trying the confinement therapy that their vet had recommended, slowly easing her into the vastness of the house—a little more each week.
"We have a gate at the top of the stairs that we keep there so she can roam the second floor…and another gate cutting off access to the top floor," Olivia offered. "That's been the only downside to this move…" Olivia looked at Alex now and placed her hand on her knee, rubbing comfortingly.
"Any news on the baby front?" Charles asked candidly.
Landon slapped his thigh firmly, "Charlie! I told you to let them tell us on their own if they wanted…"
Alex smiled and Olivia giggled at the older gentlemen's display.
"We're still working on it, right Babe?" Alex smiled at her wife.
"That's right, Al…eagerly awaiting…"
They had agreed, once again, as a married couple that they would wait to tell their friends and family, if at all possible. Although Alex was so giddy with excitement and wanted to tell her parents and brother and Katie and their friends so badly, it was customary to wait an appropriate allotment of time to make sure all was right with the pregnancy.
Olivia just smiled at her wife, taking her dancing fingers to the back of her neck and stroking softly, "When this one starts to show…my God, she's gonna be the cutest pregnant woman ever…"
"That day will come soon enough, Babe…" Alex leaned in and kissed her wife softly.
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Alex walked in through the garage on this Monday, Valentine's Day. She was now exactly one month pregnant and was beginning to feel the exhaustion run through her veins, especially from noon and onward throughout the day. She had actually fallen asleep at her desk that day, cheek on top of very important documents, drooling all over them. When she snapped up after Thomas had knocked on her closed office door, he told her that she had something on her face—fountain pen ink with the word legalities in her flowing cursive script now tattooed on her left cheek—backwards of course, just to make it even more humiliating.
Saxophone music—John Coltrane's In a Sentimental Mood—played softly as the blonde smiled, the dim lighting in the kitchen and living area adding to the sensual appeal.
Alex was already getting aroused from the music, the scent of vanilla candles and delicious food cooking, as she placed her attaché on a stool and began to take her coat off. Two hands stopped her, her wife now suddenly behind her helping it through her arms. Alex watched as her coat was placed on the stool on top of her leather bag.
"How was your day, Dear?" Olivia's voice oozed before she kissed the blonde's neck softly.
"It was good, Baby…just a little tired…" Alex smiled, leaning back and into her wife and closing her eyes. Alex reached around behind her with both hands to feel Olivia's backside and was met with bare skin. The blonde's eyes popped open and she turned around, eyes and mind now desperately wishing to see the ensemble that her wife had chosen. Alex gasped, her eyes met with Olivia in nothing more than a lacy deep purple thong and matching bra, a small, sheer black waist apron skirt tied around, and her highest, sexiest black Manolo Blahnik shoes that she owned.
Olivia smiled, "All for you…" Olivia took Alex's hands and lifted them to the top of her shoulders, grabbing the blonde's ass and pulling their bodies together.
"Olivia…" Alex breathed, looking down at her cleavage.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Al…I want you to relax…go change…sit on the sofa…" she kissed her softly, "…dinner is almost ready…" She kissed her again, "Fin and Melinda just took Theo to Aunt Carolyn's on their way to their own Valentine's dinner…"
Alex removed her arms from Olivia's shoulders and couldn't stop her hands from gravitating to her wife's ass, clenching the soft smooth skin firmly.
Olivia whispered, her mouth close to her wife's, "We have a lot to celebrate, Baby…Valentine's…and in four days it will be two years since we got back together…not to mention that you're now officially one month of carrying our second child…a special time for us, Alex…" Olivia laughed at her own tears that had formed in her eyes. She looked up blinking quickly, "Dammit…I don't want the make-up I took an hour to put on to run…"
"All for me, Baby?"
Olivia nodded, "Of course, Alex…you are my love, my number one, my everything, and I want to show you how much you mean to me…" Olivia kissed her again, "Only for you…" Olivia's focus went to Alex's cheek, furrowing her brow and wrinkling her mouth, "What's that? Le-gal-i-ties?" She drew out the word as she attempted to read it backwards. "Does your face say legalities, Babe?" Olivia began giggling.
Alex tried not to smile, but knew she was failing miserably, "I fell asleep today on top of some papers…not a word, Liv…"
"My tired, cute, preggers wife…You go get comfortable…wash off your little face tattoo…and meet me down here when you're ready…OK?"
Alex smiled and they kissed once again, this time the kiss showing Alex just what the brunette could do with that mouth, that tongue. Alex moaned into it.
She began walking down the hallway, a few words to add to her wife as she headed toward the stairs, "Now that I know we're alone tonight…there is no limit to the rooms I'll satisfy you in…" Her voice faded as she got farther away.
"Not if I get to you first…" Olivia called back.
Alex smiled and headed up the stairs.
OOO
Olivia lifted a lily from the vase, rearranging a few of the stems now, the large, twelve-inch diameter vase sitting in the middle of the kitchen island with what must have been fifty white and pink lilies. She leaned in and inhaled the blooms.
Dinner was on the table, Once in a While playing on the Bose, fire crackling in the fire place. Olivia sat at the table now, crossing her legs and pushing up her boobs as she heard Alex descend the staircase.
The blonde stopped when she entered and smiled, only wearing a short, pale pink satin robe and, from what Olivia could see, little else.
"Got your Valentine's robe on, Al?"
"I do…thank you, Liv…it's so soft…" Olivia had laid out a new robe and pale pink, lacy panty and bra set—tiny red hearts on each nipple—for her wife, a present for the occasion.
"The better to feel you up with…"
"A little Frederick's of Hollywood, but I love it…" Alex smirked and leaned over her wife, kissing her fully, tongue sliding across her wife's.
"Your brother sent us flowers…he had the card addressed to Olivia and Alex Cabenson…kind of cute, don't you think? Cabenson?"
"We could have chosen that one, Babe…"
"Benson-Cabot is the name for me, Al…" Olivia took the silver ring napkin holder from her white cloth napkin and placed it on the table before spreading her napkin on her lap. "Dinner is just for you…you're favorite…herbs du Provence rubbed chicken and julienne pomme frite…"
"Mmmm…looks and smells delicious, Olivia…thank you, Baby…" Alex leaned into Olivia, sitting caddy corner from her at the monstrous table and kissed her softly.
"No forks tonight, Al…let's just rip into it and eat like savages…greasy fingers will be useful tonight, Babe…" Olivia winked.
"Oh…" Alex took a sip of her water, "…I guarantee you won't need any lube tonight, Liv…"
The ladies looked at each other now, yearning desire on both of their faces. Alex smiled and looked into the living room.
Olivia had a blanket in front of the fire, a small bucket chilling a bottle of something, a basket with oils and various other items the brunette had planned for later on.
"What's that, Liv? More seduction?"
Alex took the knife provided on the platter with the chicken and cut off a leg for herself and one for Olivia and then scooped some potatoes on each of their plates as Olivia spooned some salad on each of theirs as well.
"Absolutely…more seduction…constant seduction…"
Alex took a deep breath and blew it out slowly before biting into her chicken, "You kill me, Olivia…absolutely drive me crazy…" Alex bit into her chicken. "Mmm…oh, Jesus, Olivia…this is absolutely amazing…"
"I'm glad you like it, Baby…"
"So no Meatless Monday today, huh?"
Olivia laughed, "Back on track next week…"
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AAA
Alex moaned as Olivia dug her knuckles into her wife's back, slowly knuckling along the sides of her spine, the scent of lavender and jasmine overwhelming her senses.
"I hope I don't fall asleep on you…" Alex smiled.
"Me too…although, I think I could make that pleasurable, too…"
"I know you could…" Alex felt skilled hands along her backside, her back, her shoulders, her hamstrings as she enjoyed the sensations her wife was giving her. She was so wet right now and so horny; all she wanted was to take Olivia right then, right there. But, it could wait. Her wife was enjoying this aspect and she was, as well. "If you pass the goal here, it'll be six out of eleven rooms so far, Babe…"
"Not counting bathrooms and the garage. I guess I'll just have to wait for you one evening, ninja style, in the garage and jump you when you pull in one night…"
Alex laughed, her body shaking now, "Ninja…" she said softly, feeling relaxation ooze throughout her entire being. She felt and heard herself begin to snore before feeling her wife's weight on top of her ass, continuing to knead her upper back.
"Al-ex…" Olivia whispered slowly closest to her ear. "At least let me get you off once tonight…then you can go nighty-night…" Olivia kissed the curve of her ear, letting her skilled tongue slide up along the back, shivers sent down the blonde's body.
"I want to make love to you, Olivia…right now, Babe…I'm so ready…"
"Watch me strip…" Olivia said softly, kissing her wife's back softly.
Alex felt the weight on her removed and she rolled over, already nude for the massage. She bent her elbow and placed her hand behind her head, other arm over her stomach to watch her wife now.
"How long do we have?"
"Midnight…" Olivia ran her fingertips over lace-covered breasts before massaging them firmly, squeezing her nipples firmly, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. She then reached around and unclasped her bra, slowly removing it from her arms and tossing it aside, along with Alex's discarded clothing. Her hands went to her flat belly now, her abs so toned and back to where they had been pre-Theo.
"You're killing me, Olivia, "Alex moaned, fighting the urge to touch her own body.
Olivia smiled that perfect smile and then hooked her thumbs in to the waistband of her barely there panties and slowly shimmied them down and stepped out of them. She then began to fondle herself, hands feeling, searching, touching.
"Come here, Babe…" Alex's voice was filled with lust, her lower lips pulsating and wet with desire.
Olivia knelt down now and then climbed in between the blonde's legs, Alex parting them, more than willingly, to allow her to do so. The brunette lowered herself onto Alex's body and the kissing ensued—deep, needy, soft, tongue-filled kisses—as Olivia's hand went right for Alex's heat.
Alex's body bucked up, hips tilted and ready to receive. She felt Olivia's skilled index finger glide into her slowly, gently at first, before beginning a slow rhythm, their kissing continuing. She slipped another finger inside and then another, Alex gasping and grabbing onto her smooth ass, moaning her pleasure.
Her wife smelled so good, looked so good, felt so good that Alex felt the burning euphoria building already.
"Olivia?" She panted now, head tilted back, feeling her body begin to tense up as she moved her hips for her wife to plunge deeper.
"Yeah, baby?" Olivia kissed her neck, her collar bone, tongued her upper chest.
"I'm gonna—" Alex squealed, panting quickly before her body tensed and she released her body to orgasm, a low gasping moan following.
Olivia continued to move her fingers until Alex's climax had ceased.
"Happy Valentine's and two year, Baby…" Olivia said softly.
"Happy Valentine's and two year, Liv…"
They made love multiple times before midnight, taking advantage of their time alone and christening the kitchen, the front sitting room and their bedroom once again.
There was no doubt, in Alex's mind, that their love was stronger than ever. No amount of time or life changes could ever get in the way.
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