Tuesday text exchange between Jean and Laura:
SORRY I HAVEN'T CHECKED IN, BEEN BUSY AT WORK. WANNA GET TOGETHER?
Kind of busy this week, maybe some other time.
Saturday text exchange between Jean and Laura:
DINNER TONIGHT?
Sorry, we have plans.
Text exchange two weeks later:
SAW A CUTE MATERNITY CLOTHING STORE AT THE MALL, WANNA GO?
Already been there, thanks.
IS SOMETHING WRONG?
No, just busy.
Text from Jean the following week:
WANNA GO SHOPPING FOR BABY CLOTHES?
Text from Jean two days later:
ARE YOU MAD AT ME ABOUT SOMETHING?
Text from Jean one day later:
PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID.
"Like hell you don't," Laura grumbles, slamming the phone down on the sectional. After Bill helped Sandra escape from their loft a month ago, she chewed him out. It was an ass-chewing she never thought she'd have to give her husband, and maybe some of it was fueled by pregnancy hormones, but most of it was fueled by the idiotic stunt he and her sister pulled. It was obvious Sandra knew who Jean was dating, and it didn't take much to figure out that their father was the man her sister suspected to be involved with Jean. Bill assured her there must be a different explanation, something innocent, and that the only evidence Sandra had was circumstantial. When she cornered her sister the following weekend, she said the same thing. She even told her how JJ had kissed him and offered her up as a possible girlfriend for their father. Laura wasn't convinced.
Jean was coy for a reason the night they had her over for dinner, and that reason was named Dave Roslin. It didn't help that Cheryl gushed for three weeks straight about how she and her father always sat with Jean at the pyramid tournament games, and how she made sure Cheryl had plenty to eat and a front row seat in the box.
"Somebody even thought Jean was my mommy!" Cheryl exclaimed to her oldest sister who was growing angrier and angrier by the week.
"What do daddy and Jean do besides watch the game?" Laura had asked her.
"It's a secret."
"Cheryl, you aren't supposed to keep secrets."
"I'm not supposed to keep bad secrets. Daddy says this is a good secret, so it's okay. You'll find out some day."
Every day when Bill comes home from work, Laura grumbles to him about Jean. And every day he reminds her there might be a good explanation. He discourages her from confronting her father, pointing out that he seems happy right now.
"Fine. I won't ask him who he's seeing. But you can't make me talk to HER. And I still haven't completely forgiven you or Sandra."
"Yes, ma'am," he replies, scooting next to her on the sectional and pulling her legs across his lap. He gently removes her shoes and begins massaging her feet. Occasionally his hands drift up her calves, kneading them, then he lightly brushes his fingers along the back of her knees before focusing on her feet again.
"I know what you're doing," she says in an accusatory tone. "You're trying to seduce me so that I stop complaining."
"Is it working?" he asks before placing a kiss to the arch of her left foot.
"Maybe," she replies grumpily. "My hormones are making me so horny right now."
"Mmm, hmm," he replies continuing his massage. "I know."
This has been his only tactic for survival the past few weeks. Thank the Gods for pregnancy hormones. Thank the Gods that Laura always gives in and fraks him senseless. Thank the Gods that she's so insatiably horny she orgasms multiple times and then falls asleep afterwards, otherwise he's certain she'd be up all night complaining to him.
After his lips find the arch of her other foot, he glances at her face to see if she has begun to relax. Her eyes are closed and she's quiet. His tongue flicks her ankle while his right hand travels up inside of her skirt, lightly brushing against the outside of her underwear.
One eye pops open.
"Are you going to stop messing around and get busy frakking me?"
"Maybe I like messing around," he mumbles as he begins to kiss a path from her ankle up her calf. He slips the index finger of his right hand beneath her panties and finds her soaking wet.
"Right here," she says in an annoyed tone, pulling his finger to her clit.
He pulls it away and continues his pursuit up her calf.
She begins to breathe deeply, glaring at him as her anger toward Jean switches to anger toward him for not giving her what she wants. Then her expression changes from anger to heat, burning sexual heat, but he doesn't give in to her just yet. Instead, he hovers over her and kisses her passionately, but she's stubborn, resisting her desire to reciprocate.
"You know what I need," she exhales.
"Mmm, hmm," he hums as he kisses her neck.
Her hands find his belt buckle making quick work of it, then one hand slips inside his boxers and strokes him.
"I need you to put this in me. Right. Now."
"Or what?"
"Or I'll just go take a cold shower."
"Hmpf. No you won't," he murmurs confidently while continuing his assault of her neck.
"You're really pissing me off tonight."
"Tough."
That is not the response she expected to hear from her husband. He has completely lost his mind.
"Fine. Get off me," she replies curtly, patting him on the chest to move out of the way.
He sits back on the sofa, allowing her to get up and stand over him with her arms crossed, looking down at him much like she would look down at an ornery school child. He glances at her from head to toe, unimpressed.
A sly grin spreads across his face as she glares at him. He lies down on his back, one hand in his boxers slowly stroking himself, but he doesn't say a word. He watches her eyes, waiting for her to back down and give in to her hormones.
"I'm going to take a cold shower," she finally announces, disregarding his attempt at seduction.
"No you're not."
"Excuse me?" she asks, one eyebrow cocked in disbelief.
"I'm not one of your students that you can boss around," he huffs while standing up and moving behind her. "I know you want to frak me as much as I want to frak you right now. You're just too damn stubborn to admit it. Take off your clothes, Laura," he breathes in her ear.
Her back straightens with her arms still crossed in front of her, clearly defying his order.
"Then I'll do it myself," he says, quickly unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor, then spinning her around to face him. He doesn't bother to unbutton her blouse, instead pulling it over her head and tossing it aside, then unclasping her bra and stripping her of her underwear.
Her jaw clenches in anger as she shoots daggers into his eyes. She's the stubborn one? He can't stand it when she shoots him down, thinks for herself, makes her own decisions. Of all the pig-headed men she could have a baby with, why the frak did she pick this one? That smug little smirk on his face that gets under her skin, the way he flirts and wheedles his way into her heart, the frakking way he cares about her…Gods, why is he always like this? It infuriates her how much she loves him and how utterly turned-on she is right now.
She grips the opening of his shirt and pulls it apart, buttons spraying in all directions before she pushes it off his shoulders. Her lips crash into his, devouring his mouth, biting him hard.
"That's better," he groans in her ear when they break the kiss. "Turn around and bend over."
"The baby!"
"Trust me. I won't hurt our baby," he promises placing a gentle kiss to her lips.
She's his now. She can't resist, can't even try to muster a defense against him. He's all she wants. "I know. I love you," she whispers breathlessly to him before bending over and placing her hands on the back of the sectional.
Instead of frakking her, he drops to his knees and tastes her, licking her from her clit to her dripping wet opening. He reaches around to cup one of her breasts, which have already begun to swell. Her nipples are larger and more sensitive, and between the sensations of his tongue licking her folds and his fingers gently rolling her nipple, she moans loudly.
"Bill, I'm gonna come already," she states in a high-pitched voice. Her shrieks echo off the walls of the loft and Bill's certain the downstairs neighbors can hear her.
"Is that better?" he asks when she calms down.
"Sort of. I really need you inside of me. Please," she begs looking desperately over her shoulder at him.
"Stand up," he says pulling on her hips, then removing his pants and boxers, taking his place on the sectional.
"This is perfect," she says straddling his lap, sinking down on his swollen cock. It's one of their favorite positions now that she's pregnant. She can control the depth of his penetration and he can enjoy her breasts and see the expressions on her face.
"Ah, be careful," she winces when he takes a nipple in his teeth. "I'm really sensitive today."
He replaces his teeth with his tongue, swirling around her enlarged areola until he notices her face relax.
"That feels good," she encourages him. "So good." She glances down at him with nothing but love in her eyes now.
His hands rest on her waist, with his thumbs stroking the slight paunch of her abdomen. Her body is changing before his eyes, and he loves it. Other men that have children have all remarked how sexy their wives become during pregnancy, and he never quite understood what a turn-on it was until now. While Laura frets about the changes, he admires them and hungers after her. She even smells and tastes different. Her moans are louder, her orgasms more intense. And their love is growing inside of her. That's the best part of all.
"You're beautiful, Laura," he says gazing at her face.
That declaration combined with the angle of her hips brings her second orgasm, her head tossed back as she moans loudly. He pulls her mouth down to his, covering it, trying to stifle the noise. As she's coming down from her orgasm, there's an angry knock at the door along with a shout. "Will you hold it down in there?!" the voice complains.
"Gods, was I really that loud?" she asks.
"Yeah, you were," he chuckles. "We should probably move this to the bedroom."
Once they get back to the bedroom, Bill sensually makes love to her, his lips caressing every part of her body before he enters her again. Her third orgasm is so powerful it grips his cock in a way that has never happened before, and he falls over the edge into ecstasy with her. Three orgasms are enough for the night because they haven't had dinner yet and he insists that she eat plenty since she's eating for two.
She tears through some reheated leftovers in record time, suggesting that her appetite is worked up from sex.
"And our baby," he reminds her. "Don't be shy about eating for two. I love your body."
He reminds her of that every day, sometimes multiple times a day. She believes him, but she worries about her appetite growing larger, along with the rest of her.
"I need to stop worrying."
"Yes! That's what I've been trying to tell you," he says placing another serving of food on her plate. "Your body is changing, but for a good reason, and you're incredibly beautiful."
"Thank you, but that's not what I'm talking about. I need to let go of this anger over Jean and my father."
"You do. Laura, he seems happy. That's what's important. Besides, they may not actually be dating."
"I have yet to hear a reasonable explanation for their behavior."
"Maybe she's his lawyer."
"She's a contract lawyer. That doesn't make any sense at all."
"I don't know. I don't think they're together and I'm not just saying that because I know how upset you are. It's a feeling I have."
As the semester winds down, college students are busy studying for finals and writing term papers, elementary students are busy preparing for the winter school concert, and everyone is ready for a vacation. Even Cheryl has tired of school, complaining that all she ever does is sit on her butt in front of a computer all day. Her pyramid league has ended and while she thought she might enjoy playing kickball for something different, she's pulled aside by the coach the first week and told she is too aggressive.
"Frakkin' wimps," she mumbles to herself as she walks to her father dejected. Dave decides maybe she would be interested in self-defense because at least she wouldn't be admonished for enthusiasm. It's clear after the first class that he made a wise choice. She has no qualms with knocking anyone on their ass.
At the start of winter break, Dave calls a family meeting at his home, stating he has a big announcement to make. Laura wonders if he's being promoted to Dean of Arts and Sciences, although she has not heard that the current dean is retiring. She's been observing him closely and as they approach the date of the meeting, his mood has become more elevated. In fact, she would say he's elated and busting with whatever news he intends to share.
Laura and Bill arrive at the home shortly before dinner on Friday night, the last night of the semester. Sandra greets them at the door, eyeballing Laura's pronounced girth and puffy cheeks, telling her she is glowing.
"Do you know what this is about?" Laura asks.
"No, I just got home from finals. I haven't even seen daddy yet."
A few minutes later, the door to Dave's office opens, and he, Jean, and Cheryl emerge. Jean carries a happy Cheryl down the steps, setting her down once they reach the hallway. All three of them are beaming. Cheryl is holding a plain brown bag in her hands, acting like a giddy child that can't wait to reveal her secret.
Laura hasn't spoken to Jean since shortly after her fainting spell when she came to dinner at the loft. It was easier to blow her off, especially when she decided to let go of her anger, or at least bury it. But seeing her standing next to her father, standing very closely together, brings her anger to the surface once again.
"Why are you here?" she seethes, stepping toward her.
"Laura," Bill says, tugging her by the arm away from Jean.
"Your dad has an exciting announcement, and I'm part of that," she replies, giving her a confused look.
Sandra looks between her oldest sister and Jean, sensing that Laura is about to erupt.
"Daddy, what's the announcement?" she asks enthusiastically, hoping that all her fears are wrong and that an innocent explanation will be revealed.
"I can't believe you," Laura says narrowing her eyes at Jean. "This whole frakking time you've been sneaking around. You promised me you'd never do this!"
"Laurie! What's this about?" Dave asks, very concerned about the level of anger she's directing toward Jean.
"I can't believe either one of you would betray me like this. But I suppose this was all her idea," she says pointing at Jean.
"No, Laura, you have the wrong idea," Jean tries to explain. "Just listen to what Dave has to say."
"Hmmpf, I don't need to," she huffs. "You've been wanting to frak him for years and as soon as he was available you made your move."
"Laura Elizabeth Roslin! What the hell are you talking about?!" her father roars. "Where would you get an idea like that?"
Sandra and Cheryl stand with their mouths agape, watching their sister have a complete meltdown and humiliate her best friend, while Bill tugs at Laura again and suggests she sit down.
"Is that what you really think of me? You really think I'd do that to you? And what about Dave? You think your dad would do something like that behind your back?"
"I think you seduced him and took advantage of him. You've been waiting to whore yourself to him for years."
"Laurie! Stop this!" Dave orders while Bill steps between her and Jean.
"I-I can't be here," Jean says shaking her head and wiping tears from her cheeks. "You are so wrong, Laura. Dave, I apologize. I have to go before I say something I'll regret."
"Jean, you're part of this. This is all a misunderstanding," he calls as she runs out the front door to her car. He chases after her, leaving Laura shaking with anger in the entryway while Sandra and Bill stare at her.
"Laurie, why are you being so mean to Jean?" Cheryl asks, her eyes huge over the awful things that came out of her sister's mouth.
"She's not a very good friend."
"But she loves you."
"She has a shitty way of showing it."
"But daddy's surprise," she says, pulling a book from the paper bag and holding it out toward her sister. "He's so happy about it, and so am I. We thought you'd be happy, too." Her face is covered in disappointment that this huge surprise didn't go as planned.
"Cher, what are you talking about?" Sandra asks, reaching for the book as Laura stares at the cover with a stunned expression.
"Daddy's first book about the ancient colonies. Jean was helping him with the contracts from the publisher. This is his surprise," Cheryl explains.
