Ana
I'm pacing in our hotel room, waiting for Christian to get back from the hotel gym. It's been almost a week since Christmas, and we are currently in Seattle for New Years. We arrived yesterday afternoon, and we have plans to go out today and explore more of Seattle.
Christian and I came here for our honeymoon, but we didn't make it out of our hotel room that much while we were here. We both couldn't get enough of each other, and this time it was no different.
Today, we are planning to visit the space needle, since we didn't get to visit the landmark on our honeymoon. Then tonight, since it's New Year's Eve, we are planning on going down to the hotel bar and celebrate the night with the other guests.
We decided to stay downtown at the Hilton hotel, and Christian booked us a room with a queen size bed. The place isn't much, but we didn't care too much since we wanted to spend more time to visit the sites this time than staying in the room all day.
I want to see the sights, but right now, I am more than happy to stay in the room and lay in bed with Christian all night.
My sex drive is higher than it was last week and it's starting to irritate me. I love it don't get me wrong, but I can see that Christian is getting exhausted from all the sex and it's making me feel guilty. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I can't seem to get enough of my husband.
I woke up this morning immensely turned on and the previous night of having sex twice only satisfied me for so long. After getting up to go to the bathroom, I came back to bed and slowly crawled up Christian's body, causing him to rouse from sleep. Seeing me on top of him, he startled and asked what I was doing.
"I want you," I groaned.
His eyes widen before giving me a nervous smile as I licked my lips and sat up. I whipped off my night t-shirt causing my breasts to bounce, and he let out a soft moan before wiping his hands down his thighs.
He started slowly panting as I leaned down and started kissing the waistband of his tight black boxer briefs. He froze as I began kissing his hardening cock through his underwear. He threw his head back when I got to his balls and massaged them with my tongue. His hands were shaking when he placed them in my hair and gripped the strands.
I trailed open mouth kisses up his cock, and when I started to lick the sensitive part of the head of his cock, he hissed and suddenly sat up startling me.
"I-I want to go to the gym," he stammered and shot out of bed.
I whined and got up after him and squirmed uncomfortably since my lace underwear was soaked through with my arousal.
"Christian," I whined when he started to get dressed in his workout gear.
"I will be back soon," he hurriedly put on his shoes before giving me a quick kiss and practically ran out the door.
I pouted and stomped my foot like a toddler and threw myself on the bed.
He is so going to get it when he gets back!
Now, it's been two hours since he left, and I am going crazy!
I know he is tired, and I feel so damn selfish, but I can't help it. I want him so bad, and I'm hoping that with this outfit I have on with enticing him to have sex.
I stop pacing and look down at the lingerie that I bought last week. It's a black, lace bodysuit that I bought online especially for this trip. I rarely wear lingerie, but I wanted to treat my husband for the new year, and I hope he likes it.
While he was gone, I curled my hair and put on some light makeup before spraying my wrists with a little perfume. I walk over to the mirror that is above the dresser and look at myself once more before impatiently looking at my phone for the time.
Two and a half hours he has been gone now.
Before I can huff in frustration, a beep from the door signals Christian inserting his key in the door. I practically run to the center of the room and stupidly stand there and try to pose. He reluctantly walks through the door and freezes when he see's me.
His mouth drops open in shock, and instead of smirking at him, I narrow my eyes because apparently, he hasn't been working out since he is not even sweating from his workout.
He looks at me a little guilty before walking inside and softly closing the door. He scratches the back of his neck nervously while I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. He didn't even work out!
"You see, there was a game on downstairs, and I thought I would just glance at it really quick. I guess time got away from me," he shrugs pathetically while pointing at the door.
I continue to glare at him while he looks everywhere but at me. I close my eyes and try not to yell at him. I know this is my fault that he wanted to get away from me, but I suddenly feel angry that he left me hanging so he can watch a stupid game!
I open my eyes, and he gives me a stupid grin before gently putting his room key on the dresser. I growl and suddenly lunge for him catching him by surprise. I jump in his arms and wrap my legs around him and attack his mouth.
He sighs as I ravage his mouth with my tongue. When I run kisses down his throat he pants as he squeezes my behind.
"Baby, I need to take a shower," he pats my butt before trying to get me out of his arms.
"No, you don't. You didn't even work out," I snap, and he gives me a look of guilt.
"Honey. Love of my life," he says sweetly, batting his eyelashes at me.
I shake my head and cup his cock through his workout shorts causing him to close his eyes and moan loudly before hissing when I gently squeeze him.
"I want you in my mouth," I pant and jump back out of his arms and get down on my knees in front of him.
He pants as he puts his hands on my head. I quickly push down his shorts, and his hardening cock appears causing my mouth to water. He quickly guides my head towards his length, and I open my mouth wide and wrap my lips around his thick head.
"Fuck," he shouts and hisses when I lick around the head of his cock.
"Yes, yes, yes," he shouts when I deep throat him. He grabs my hair and moans like crazy when I squeeze him with the back of my throat.
My arousal drips down my thighs as I continue to pleasure him with my mouth. He thrusts in my mouth a few seconds before I suddenly take him out of my mouth. He gasps and then whines when I sit back on my knees and look up at him guilty.
I know I have no reason to be mad at him because it's my fault that he wanted to get away from me in the first place.
I pout at him but then moan when he grabs his almost purple cock and fists it a few times and stares at me with dark eyes.
He lunges for me, and I yelp when he picks me up and throws me on my front. He grabs my hips as he stands behind me before quickly thrusting inside of me causing me to cry out in ecstasy. He slaps my ass and shouts, "Raw cock be damn; I am fucking you!"
He thrusts harder and harder into me, and within no time, I am shouting his name and closing my eyes as my orgasm rips through me.
I fall on the bed, finally sated as he continues to pound into me. "I want to come in your mouth," he grunts.
I groan as he continues his thrusts before suddenly yelling out, "Now!"
He pushes away from me, and I quickly turn around and thrust my tongue out as he vigorously fists his cock and shouts when his semen coats my tongue. He grabs my hair and moans in ecstasy when he watches me put his head into my mouth and swallow and suck the rest of his orgasm into my mouth.
He hisses when he's finished, and I quickly take out his softened cock from my mouth and softly kiss his shaft. He sighs and runs his hand through my hair gently. He groans as he throws himself on the bed and closes his eyes in exhaustion.
The guilt hits me again as I lay on his chest.
"You should have told me you were tired and didn't want sex," I whisper as I run my hand down his chest.
"It's not that I don't want sex. I do, it's just that you have been insatiable here lately, and I wanted to please you. I hate saying no to you," he sighs and puts his arm around me.
"You can always say no. I don't want you to think that you need to have sex with me all the time. I'm sorry that I have been selfish lately. You're just so irresistible," I pout, and he laughs.
"Ditto baby," he smirks as he looks down at me.
We lay there for a while in silence, enjoying laying in each other's arms. I open my eyes and pout once more when I realize something.
"You didn't even comment on my outfit," I said sullenly, and he laughs once more.
"Oh, baby."
Christian and I have had the perfect day. We finally got to see the Space Needle, which was absolutely amazing. We both wanted to try the Sky City Restaurant while we were in Seattle, but it was way too expensive for our budget.
After a light lunch at a small Italian restaurant, we walked hand in hand down the street to enjoy Seattle Winter Fest. I shivered and cuddled close to Christian as we sat and watched a live comedy performance.
For a second, I start to get a little nauseous causing me to frown. I take a deep breath and touch my stomach. I felt a little off lately and bloated these last few days. I hope I am not coming down with something because that is the last thing I want to deal with right now.
Christian wrapped his arm around me and kissed my hair. I relax against him and breathe a sigh of relief when the nausea passes. I smile, and suddenly we both laugh at the comedian on the small stage.
After enjoying the performance, we decided to leave and get some hot chocolate before doing a little shopping in Downtown. We got a few things in Nordstrom before walking with our bags towards the next strip of stores. Getting a few things for our parents, and the twins from a local toy store, we head back towards the hotel.
It's around nine in the evening when we start to get ready for tonight. I am starting to get tired, and part of me wants to stay in and go to sleep, but the other part wants to go out and celebrate New Year's with Christian.
After a yawn, I get up from the bed after Christian and walk towards the shower. We both shower together before getting dressed. Since we are going to stay indoors, I decided to dress in a black blouse, a black sequined skirt, black pantyhose, black heels and a black blazer. I put my hair in a high bun and put on some light makeup.
Christian is dressed in gray skinny jeans, a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, and black boots. He combs his hair back from his eyes before shaving and putting on some aftershave. My lip is caught between my teeth when I get a good look at him. He smirks when he sees me in the mirror and shakes his head.
Leave the poor man alone, Ana!
After pouting and smiling up at him, I leave the bathroom before heading into the room to pick up the clutch that I picked out tonight and make sure that I have everything.
Christian finishes getting ready and walk back into the room and pick up his wallet, phone, and the room key. He takes my hand after confirming to him that I am ready, and we both walk out of the room towards the elevators.
We are in the crowded bar downstairs of the hotel. We have been here for a few hours now, and it's almost time for the countdown to midnight.
Christian and I are seated at the bar, watching the tv where they are viewing the New Year's party live streaming at Times Square in New York City. Christian is watching the tv while drinking his beer and munching on a plate of wings. I take a sip of my sparkling water and nibble on a celery stick while looking around the bar.
I watch the hostess walking around handing out hats and noisemakers. She gets to the bar and Christian accepts two caps that read 2018on them, and places them down on the table.
"Twenty minutes to the New Year!" the bartender shouts causing everyone to yell and clap.
"I'm glad we came, baby," Christian smiles as he takes my hand.
"Me too. Here is to the New Year," I smile as I raise my glass.
He picks up his beer and taps it with my glass before we take a sip. I sigh and take a deep breath when I start to get nauseous again.
"Are you okay? You feel sick again?" Christian says in concern.
"Yeah," I groan before taking another sip of water.
"We should go if you're not feeling well," Christian gets up and comes to stand next to me.
"No. I want to celebrate the new year with you," I sigh and rub my face after I put the glass down on the table.
"Babe, you feel sick. We can go lay down upstairs and watch the ball drop up there," he rubs my back.
I shake my head and pout and lean on him as he wraps his arm around my shoulder. I scrunch up my nose when I get a whiff of his aftershave making the nausea worse.
"I can't take your smell, Christian," I groan as I push him away from me.
I take another deep breath and pray the nausea disappears soon. I hate feeling like this. The last time I felt like this was when…
I freeze and suddenly realize where my thoughts lead. The last time I was this nauseous is when I found out I was pregnant.
My mouth drops open, and I stare up at Christian in shock. He looks confused for a second, but then his face turns to surprise when he realizes why I pushed him away. His face pales, and his eyes slowly go to my stomach.
I start to panic when I realize that I possibly could be pregnant. No. It can't be. Could it?
"It all makes sense now. The nausea, the high sex drive, the heightened sense of smell," he whispers while staring up at me with tears in his eyes.
My eyes widen, and my hands suddenly go to my stomach. My lip quivers and I look at Christian, and he is staring at me with happiness. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he smiles at me. My breath hitches when he grabs my face with his hands and puts his forehead against mine.
"Christian," I stammer while grabbing both his wrists as tears leak from my eyes.
He laughs and cries at once before kissing me causing me to do the same. I can't believe that we could be pregnant. All the years we have been waiting for this baby, and right at this moment, it seems like it might be finally coming true.
"Here we go!" someone yelled behind us.
As the crowd yells the countdown to midnight in the background, Christian picks me up from the chair and holds me in his arms before the clock strikes midnight.
5…4…3…2…1…
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
We don't pay attention to all the cheers or burst of confetti that pours on our heads. We are focused on each other. Kissing and crying tears of joy and celebrating the fact that I could be finally carrying our rainbow baby.
Christian and I burst through the convenience store with my hand securely in his. We both run towards the aisle where they keep the pregnancy tests. Tears are still pouring down our faces as we browse the tests. Christian grabs the first test he sees; Clearblue Digital and drags me to the register.
The attendant is startled when Christian throws the test on the counter and with shaking hands grabs his credit card from his wallet and hands it to the cashier. I stand beside him with one hand over my mouth while the endless tears pour down my cheeks.
The cashier looks at both of us in pity for a second but smiles warmly at us when Christian turns around and grabs my face and laughs against my lips once more.
"Good luck," the man politely smiles while giving the card back to Christian.
"Th-anks," Christian stutters while trying to put his card back with shaky hands.
Christian grabs my hand, and the test and we both run out of the store towards the hotel.
When the finally get into our room, we head straight towards the bathroom. Christian quickly unwraps the package and rips open the box and hands me the test while his hands continue to shake violently. I sniffle before trying to wipe my nose.
After going to the bathroom, I carefully, well try anyway with my shaking hands, put the test on the counter and Christian sets the timer on his phone for three minutes.
I slowly sink down the wall and sit on the floor while Christian paces the bathroom. Fresh tears run down my face as we wait for the timer to go off. Christian is mumbling, please please to himself and stops when he sees me on the floor.
He lunges for me and sits down next to me, reaches over and puts me in his lap. He rocks me back and forth while we wait.
When the timer goes off we both freeze and stare at each other in trepidation. Dried tears are on his cheeks, but as he slowly grabs the test and brings it down to our line of sight without taking his glassy eyes off mine, he starts crying again.
"Are you ready?" he whispers.
I nod, not trusting my voice right now. He tries to take a deep breath, and after a few seconds, he turns the test in his hands and both our eyes zone in on the test strip.
Pregnant
My hands fly to my mouth as I burst out crying causing Christian to whimper as he crushes me to his chest. He starts to shake in my arms as I bury my head in his chest and continue to cry.
"Oh, my, God. We're going to have a baby," he stammers before he burst out in tears causing me to cry harder.
We're finally pregnant.
Three days later
"Okay, Ana. Life up your shirt for me," Doctor Gordon said as he squirted warm gel onto my stomach.
It's been three long, nerve-wracking days since we found out we were pregnant. After New Year's, we decided to drive back home early, so we can see the doctor to confirm the pregnancy.
The office didn't open until Wednesday, so we had to wait a few days to make an appointment. Thankfully, the doctor had an available spot early in the morning the day they opened after the holidays. I don't know how far along I am, so the doctor agreed to go ahead and do an ultrasound to check.
"Okay, let's see where we are," the doctor said as he stared at the screen.
Christian held my hand in a tight grip as he nervously squinted at the screen. He was scared to death, and frankly, so was I.
This isn't the first time we saw our baby for the first time. Our second pregnancy, we had an early ultrasound to hear the heartbeat for the first time, and it turns out that the doctor couldn't find the baby's heartbeat at our eight-week appointment.
We were devastated, and we both couldn't stop crying a while after that. We have been nervous about this appointment, and all we want to hear is the heartbeat this time and to make sure that we have a healthy baby.
"There we are," he exclaims and points to the screen.
We both stop breathing as we look up at the screen and see a flicker. My mouth drops open when I look at the baby's clear profile. I whimper as Christian does the same when he gets a good look at our baby.
"I would say you are farther along than we thought. It looks like your thirteen weeks and three days. Everything looks great! The baby looks nice and healthy. Strong, heartbeat too," he smiles as he turns a nob and the room fills with the most beautiful sound I ever heard.
Christian closes his eyes as tears run down his face as he puts his forehead to mine. I burst out crying as does Christian when we listen to the heartbeat of our baby.
"Oh, Ana. Thank you," he whimpers as he kisses my lips tenderly.
"We're having a baby, Christian. Our baby," I cry harder as the doctor leaves us alone for a moment.
When the door softly closes, I wrap my arms around Christian's neck as we both continue to cry, shake and laugh through our tears.
Four years of trying, three heartbreaking miscarriages, and endless days of thinking we will never have a baby, we are finally getting what we have wanted for so long.
Our own little family.
AN: There is no greater feeling than hearing your baby's heartbeat after trying for so long. Christian and Ana are finally having a baby! *Happy tears *
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