Christian
The alarm blares throughout the bedroom, waking me up from a deep sleep. Ana groans against my chest as I slap the alarm off with my palm. I stretch and rub the sleep from my eyes as Ana kisses down my chest. I hum and rest my hand on her head as she kisses further down my body.
I put my hands under my head and close my eyes in pleasure when Ana wraps her lips around the head of my cock.
After a few rounds of lovemaking, I get up to get dressed, leaving Ana spent and tired on our queen size bed. I smirk in satisfaction when she lays there completely satisfied with a serene look on her face. Her brown hair fanned out on her pillow, naked breasts barely peeking out from under the covers.
With my chest bare, jeans unbuttoned, and barefoot, I walk towards her and lean over and run my nose along her jaw causing her to moan and grab my cock through my jeans. I bite her chin and shake my head. "Go back to sleep, baby. I'll see you in a few hours."
She pouts, and I smirk before leaning away from her and finish getting ready to go. Ana gives me a kiss before she rolls over and falls back asleep.
I close our bedroom door softly and walk towards the kitchen to get some breakfast. Today is Saturday, and I am going over to Leila's house to finish the baby's closet. When I arrived at her house last weekend, we sat and went over what sort of paint color she wanted, which was a soft violet color since she recently found out that she was having a girl. I drove her to a local paint store, so that we could grab the paint and the painting supplies.
After paying for the paint and supplies, we hopped back into my truck and drove back to her house. The prep for painting took at least thirty minutes before I was able to start.
After a few hours, the room was finished, and Leila was kind enough to offer lunch to say thank you. While we ate our sandwiches and chips, she went over what she wanted to do with the closet. Since we couldn't pick up the wood until the middle of the week, I planned to come back to her house and finish today. I intend to grab the wood and supplies I need before I build the shelves and dividers. It shouldn't be that long of a project, so today would be the last day I need to go over there.
I finish the rest of my cereal before placing the bowl in the sink. I gather my phone and keys and tuck my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans before heading out and hopping into my truck.
Leila's house is like ours, but it's a two-story, blue exterior paint with white shutters. She revealed that her mother helped her buy the house since we wanted to start over in another city due to her asshole ex-boyfriend. Her words, not mine.
After picking up everything, I drive up to the house and park my truck near her garage and get out. The front door opens, and Leila in a blue maternity dress steps out onto the porch. She waves with a smile while I gather my tools from the back of my truck. I smile in return before meeting her on the porch.
"Thank you for coming. I hope this is the last time you must come over. I feel bad that I kept you from Ana, two weekends in a row," she looks at me guiltily.
"No worries. She is spending time with my mother and brother today," I shake my head and follow her into the house.
"Good. Elliot is very nice," she blushes, and I smirk.
Leila has a little crush on my brother but says she doesn't want to start anything with anyone because she wants to focus on the baby, which I admire.
"Let's get this show on the road," I nod towards the room.
Four hours later, the closet is finished and painted a bright white. Leila beams at the space in awe before turning around and giving me, a hug, and I awkwardly hugged her back.
"Thank you so much! It's perfect," she claps her hands as she looks around the closet once more.
"I'm glad you like it," I smile and admire my handiwork myself.
I leave her to admire the closet while I head to the bathroom to wash up. I shake my head in amusement when I wash my hands in the sink. Her bathroom is the epitome of…girly. The wall is painted in black and white stripes, portraits of several types of hearts are scattered on the walls, and a vase of pink flowers placed near the sink. I scrunch up my nose when I wipe my hands with the pink fluffy hand towel.
I turn off the light and head out to find Leila. She is still in the baby's bedroom bringing in a few bags and placing them near the window. "Well, I'm going to head out," I point to the door, and she turns around.
"Wait, come with me," she waves me forward.
I frown and follow her into the living room where she picks up her purse and opens her wallet. "Here. For your services," she smiles and hands me the five-hundred she was going to give to the contractor.
I shake my head, "No. That's okay. You don't have to pay me. I'm happy to do it for free," I try to hand her back the money, but she backs away.
"Ah, absolutely not! I'm not letting you do that for free. Honestly, it's okay. Just take the money," she frowns.
"Leila, no. I don't need the money. Just keep it and use it for the baby," I place the money on the breakfast bar.
She sighs and rubs her forehead in apparent frustration. "Christian, I am not taking the money back. I took you away from your wife for two weekends straight, and I am not letting you leave here without that money."
"Well I'm not taking the money," I cross my arms over my chest, defiantly.
Five-hundred dollars would help us out considerably, but I wouldn't feel right in taking her money. I would rather her keep the money, so that she can use it on the baby.
She rolls her eyes and huffs in irritation before grabbing the money off the bar and shoving the money in my front pocket. I jump back in surprise when she continues to push it into my pocket.
"There! I'm not taking it back," she smiles in satisfaction.
Did she just do what I think she just did? I stand there dumbfounded for a few seconds before glaring at her in annoyance. I shove my hand into my pocket to grab the money, and when I am about to take it back out, she snaps.
"You better not take it out of your pocket!"
I growl and turn around, my back to her and run my hand through my hair. I don't want to take her money. I wasn't lying when I said that I was happy to do it for free. I know five-hundred would help to put money back into the savings that we lost, but it doesn't feel right to take her money, especially when she needs it for her baby. Why does this female have to be so stubborn?
I feel her hand on my shoulder causing me to turn around. "Christian, seriously. Please take the money. I wouldn't feel right that you do all this without me paying you something. Please," she nearly pleads causing me to sigh in defeat.
"Fine."
She smiles in victory and rubs her stomach. "Good!"
I roll my eyes, and for some reason, my eyes fall to her stomach. I swallow thickly when my mind goes back to our failed IVF process. I sigh and look down and scratch my nose before looking back up at her. She gives me a sympathetic smile causing me to smile tightly at her. I'm sure Ana told her about our fertility troubles.
"I should go."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again. I love the bedroom. I really do appreciate it," she smiles and pats my arm before leading me to the door.
I pick up my tools and wallet on the way before stepping out onto the porch. I turn to her, and she smiles while holding open the door.
"You take care now," I nod.
"I will. Tell Ana I said hi," she asks, and I nod in return. She waves and thanks me again before closing the front door.
I park near the driveway to my parent's home, so that I can pick up Ana. Elliot picked her up this morning to hang out at my parent's house for the day while I was gone.
I finish my cigarette and flick it out the window before getting out of my truck and walking up the front steps. I open the front door and hear laughter coming from the living room. I close the door and smile when I smell my mother's homemade chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven.
My mother always loved to bake for Elliot and me when we were growing up. She would always get up early Saturday morning and bake us some type of brownies, cakes, and cookies, while my father was away at work. She even let us eat it for breakfast some mornings. It became sort of a tradition in our house, and it's one that I want to continue when I have children of my own.
I sigh and walk towards the living room where Elliot and Ana are laying on the couch. Elliot is on one end of the sofa, and Ana is on the other end. Elliot is watching some sort of sports show on the tv while rubbing my wife's feet. My mother is sitting in an oversized chair reading a magazine.
"Elliot, I'm the only one that should make my wife moan," I crack a smile.
Elliot flicks me off without taking his eyes off the tv while Ana turns her head towards me. She smiles and puckers her lips for me to kiss her.
I chuckle and walk towards her and lean down and peck her lips. "Did you get the closet done?"
"Yep," I sigh, suddenly feeling tired. I smack the side of Elliot's head causing him to grunt.
Elliot gets up off the sofa and offers me his side of the couch. I kiss my mother on the cheek before sitting down and laying back. Ana cuddles up against me and kisses my chest. I smile and put my arm around her.
Elliot stretches and walks towards the door saying he needs a cigarette. "Oh, cookies are done," mom smiles when she hears the oven timer go off.
When she walks off to take the cookies out of the oven, I turn towards Ana. "Leila gave us five-hundred dollars for the work," I whisper so no one can overhear.
Her eyes widen and lean back to look up at me. "Why?"
I tell her that she wouldn't take no for an answer and that she literally shoved the money into my pocket when I refused.
"She didn't need to do that," Ana sighs and puts her head back against my shoulder.
"I know, but now we have some money to put back into savings," I nod.
"That's true," Ana hums.
We sit there and watch some boring golf show that Elliot was watching earlier. A few minutes later, Elliot walks back into the living room. He flops down next to Ana and lays his head on her shoulder, playfully. She giggles and leans back so he can put his head on her lap. She runs her hand through his hair causing him to hum. I roll my eyes and put my head back and continue to watch what Elliot was watching earlier.
Mom comes back into the living room with a tray full of chocolate chip cookies. Our eyes light up when she places them down on the coffee table. She beams at us when we lunge for the cookies.
We all dig into the cookies while laughing. Mom puts on a comedy movie while we all finish off the cookies. After it's over, dad comes home fifteen minutes later, and heads to take a quick shower while mom and Ana cook dinner.
We end up staying at my parent's house for another two hours before we head home to take a shower together and fall into bed. Ana leans over and hooks her leg over mine and lays her head on my chest. I kiss the side of her head as we talk for a while before we both fall asleep.
AN: Here is the next chapter. Thank you for the reviews on the last one. I know Elliot is a little different, but he's not going to go crazy with his PDA.
There are many of you wondering if something is going to happen to Leila and if they are going to adopt her baby? I don't want to reveal too much but no, they will not end up adopting her baby.
Next chapter will be emotional with a little bit of drama. Just remember their pregnancy journey will be an emotional rollercoaster before they get to their HEA.
Thank you all for reading and following. See you all next week.