Title:
Bath time
Name:
Joy
Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating:
PG-13
With the research underway and
family occupied Mr. & Mrs. Cale tried to settle back into life. Their
family recognized that they weren't getting a lot of time alone so fewer trips
to the penthouse were made in the last few weeks. Max's growing insecurity
about her attractiveness and sincerity of Logan's love began to creep into
their much-needed one on one time.
"Was I too easily won?" Max asked Logan
when they got home from Sebastian's lab one day.
"Are you kidding? Two steps
forward…One step backward all the time. Honestly if you asked me a year and a
half ago where you and I would be now…I would have said same as we were then: I
scratch your back, you scratch mine. I didn't ever fathom you letting me into
your heart," he responded kissing her head, "let alone this amazing
body." He nuzzled her ear in a way that always got her motor revving.
"I don't have an amazing body
now…in a few months," Max said cradling her stomach. She tried to see her
toes. She seemed very disgusted with her condition. "No wonder we haven't
made love in days," she said with a huff. Sudden flash of anger raced
through Max's system, "The only reason you're even interested in sleeping
with me at all is you're horny… I'm sure you would much prefer someone younger
and prettier that's not pregnant." Logan's face began to contort in
confusion over his wife's tirade. "Why don't you try for Jondy? As you
said Manticore girls are easy." If it were possible for Max to have killed
Logan with her glare she would have.
"Max…" Logan muttered with
tears in his eyes. "You can't possibly believe that. You can't think so
little of me that you think I would be interested in your sister, let alone
want to cheat on you because you're pregnant."
"Why not you're male?" she
spit back at him.
"Yeah… Your husband. You
remember? The guy that vowed for better for worse."
"You've vowed it before,"
she shot back.
Logan was crushed. The tears descend
his cheeks easily now. "I can't believe you said that. I love you… You're
my wife. You're carrying my child. Before I met you I didn't sleep around.
After I met you, there has been no one but you… I guess it hurts to know I've
told you this before and you don't believe me. You don't believe I only want
you and haven't been attracted to anyone else since I met you."
Max temper softened as she watched
Logan suffer. She had caused his pain. "If that's true then why haven't we
made love? When I was first pregnant you couldn't keep your hands off me,"
she said dejectedly.
"At first I couldn't keep my hands off you,
because the thought we had created a life overwhelmed me. Making love to you
was the best way I knew to express the intensity of what I felt. I'll admit
once you started to show I got a little worried… Fiona informed me I was being
very male by being concerned that I could hurt the baby while having
sex." Logan came up behind her and
lightly caressed her sides to her stomach. In the softest whisper he said,
"Your body is amazing…pregnant or not. And we haven't recently because you
were slightly fragile. There was a trip to the hospital and all? I was afraid
I'd lost you both. I've been so worried about any sort of motion dislodging the
little fella I called Jess to find out if it was OK to make love."
"You can't be serious."
"Do you have any idea how hard
it has been for me to keep my hands off of you with everyone here?" He
turned her around so she could see the desire in his eyes. "I have been
wanting to touch you," he began as he kissed her neck, "kiss you, and
lick you all over. I love you and not touching you has been killing me. I want
you so bad I'm going to explode. This is the first time in forever we've been
alone."
Max threw her arms around his neck,
"Very true." Her anger had subsided and she began to acknowledge life
had been a little chaotic lately. Even if she hadn't been pregnant that much
family in town would have caused for normal activities to be interrupted.
"Your siblings won't be back
for a long while," he said with one raised eyebrow. Logan caressed her
face gently. "You want to?" he nodded to the bedroom. This was the
first time in their married life… hell the entire time they had been together,
Logan had ever had to ask.
"Doesn't it weird you out at
all that the baby can hear us?" Max said squeamishly.
"Sometime in our child's life
he is going to hear us make love… This is a time I'm not worried about. Besides
I know that Jessica said it was good for us to still sleep together because it
will relax you… I know it will relax me," Logan said with great intensity.
"I know this is going to sound
weird since I just chewed you out for us not having sex but truth is I'm scared
of big movements causing a miscarriage," Max pouted. "You are still
yummy as ever sweetheart…don't get me wrong. We may need to go slow."
"I figured you would say that
so I got us this… tada…" Logan handed Max a small book.
"Erotic baths… You're
nuts!" she said with a chuckle.
"See this way we can stay
buoyant… you can be on top… and you get romance," he said with a nod very
proud of his ingenuity.
"Alright Mr. Cale. You're
on!" Max said racing to the bathroom. Logan sped after her to the stash of
bubble bath and bath oils he had hidden under the bed. The idea of getting to rub
his wife's body with massage oil turn Logan into one giant hormone before he
even reached the bathroom.
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The delicious feeling of satisfaction overcame the
couple as their sweat & oil soaked bodies settled into the warm water
comfortably. Their frolic had moved a fair amount of water outside the tub,
which only added to their amusement. Logan and Max enjoyed washing each other
from head to toe before exiting the bathtub.
"I have a surprise for you so stay here and
soak to your heart's content. I'll set up the bedroom and then come to get you
when I'm ready," Logan said kissing his wife's forehead. Max watched her
husband exit the tub, gazing at him shamelessly. With a towel around his waist
he looked back at her, "Glad to know you still find me attractive too. I
am the old man after all." Max chuckled and shut her eyes getting
comfortable in the immense tub.
Logan appeared in a terrycloth robe and handed one
to Max. Once Logan had sufficiently dried Max off, cuddling her in the process,
they headed to the bedroom. "No peeking!" Logan said leading his wife
by the hand.
"Fine, Fine!" she responded.
"Open up," he said with
great joy. Logan had covered the bed with baby toys, blankets, and books.
"I know we've been worried about getting anything… in case… I don't want
to live in fear anymore, so here." He handed Max a book of baby names that
looked more like an encyclopedia then anything else. "I figure this way we
can start arguing now about his name so that by the time he arrives we'll have
decided."
Max began to cry, "This is so
sweet… The teddy bear even has a rattle in it." Max cried all the louder
as she looked at the bed.
"Max… Honey, its ok,"
Logan said holding her to himself.
"It's just I was so mean to you
earlier… I hate this emotional roller-coaster I'm on."
"It's to be
expected," he said settling them on the bed. "Let's look at boy
names."
"Sounds good," Max said as
she opened the book. They flipped through pages looking over the lists of names
and their meanings.
"So we both agree that part of
his name should be Krit because of all that he has done for Little One. I like
Riley, Caleb, Dillon, and Sean… You like Shay, Greer, Lel, and Dakota… I'm
seeing a theme: different short names for you and characteristic Irish names
for me," Logan said as he looked over what they each had jotted down.
"I like some of your names… Do
you like any of mine?" Max asked.
"Yeah… sort of… I'd like to
know what some of them mean."
"We don't have to do this right
now," she said kissing her husband's cheek. "Thank you so much for
this. It feels more real… We're going to have a baby boy." A huge smile
spread across her face.
"Hey the presents aren't just for the baby.
I've ordered a Lazy Boy chair recliner for you, and a rocking chair…and
oh…" He brought her the longest pillow she had ever seen.
"Logan…It's taller then I
am?" she questioned.
"It's called a pregnancy
pillow. You lay down and I'll wrap it around you." Max laid down as Logan
wound the pillow along one side of her body, behind her head and down the other
side. "This way no matter how you turn there is always a pillow to support
the baby."
"You're the best
sweetheart," Max said snuggling into the pillow looking very sleepy.
"Mind if I catch a few z's. It's been a full day."
"Sleep well," he said
kissing Max's head. "Don't move around to much," he patted her belly,
"Mama needs some sleep." Little One promptly kicked Logan's hand as
if to show his disapproval of naptime. "Oh my… Was that what I think it
was?"
"Yes dear…" Max nodded as
she fell asleep. Logan continued to rub Max's stomach to keep his son company.
Once Max was fully asleep Logan
positioned himself next to her belly so he imagined he was face to face with
the baby. "Hey there," he whispered. "We're trying to find you a
name. How 'bout I read you the lists and you kick if you like it?"
Logan read through the rough lists
they had compiled during the hour they had looked at the baby name book. Little
One seemed to favor the sound of Galen, Shay, & Seth from Max's list and
Riley, Caleb, and Sean from Logan's List. "What about Liam? That was my
uncle's name." Little One kicked so hard that it woke Max up.
"What the hell was that?"
she asked in a startled voice.
"Uh… Little One and I were
going through the lists of names. He seems to like Liam… It was my mother's
brother's name."
"What other names did he
like?" Max asked suspiciously.
Logan looked over the list and read
off the ones Little One had been fluttering about on. "Liam, he just
kicked sharply."
"You're not kidding. What's it
mean anyway?" Max said rubbing her belly.
"Determined Guardian."
"I like that… I like that a
lot. Nice strong name, short too. It will fit in well along the likes of Zane,
Zack, Krit, and Jove," Max said as her eyes began to shut again.
"Did we just pick the name of
our baby?" Logan asked dumfounded.
"I think so…" Max said
with a yawn. "Now Liam Galen Krit Cale you calm down and let me
sleep," she commanded the infant inside her.
"Galen?"
"I really like that name… I
think it all sounds good together," Max said as she snuggled into the
pregnancy pillow again.
"It does indeed. I like the
name Galen too. I love you Max."
"Back at ya…" she
whispered before softly snoring.
"Well Liam that was
surprisingly easy… Don't expect that to happen too often. You'll find you come
from stubborn stock," Logan said to his son.
"I heard that!" Max sleepily snapped. Logan merely moved beside her and kissed her forehead.