Warning: Honeymoonish Rated M Activities
Little to no angst!
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The Honeymoon Finally Begins
We all know that Bobby loves to dance … well … he and Alex did the horizontal rumba all night long. I guess Bobby is feeling better. You would just about have to, as Ross said … to lose your mother and then your brother, that's a lot. The one thing that Ross didn't yet know … Baby G was on the way, which meant one thing, Bobby would be without his Partner. Ross was going to have a stroke. For Bobby, to have Bishop back, he was thinking about taking paternity leave.
Alex was sleeping on her stomach, might as well get those last few weeks in before the little baby bump becomes a huge baby Bobby bump. Bobby slaps her on the rump to wake her.
"Wake up sunshine … time to not do anything we don't want to do."
"Huh? What … do what?"
"Nothing, that's the point … so get up!"
"My coochy hurts."
"Your what?"
"My female area … your package played with my package … all night long. Get it Detective?"
"Oh, coochy … is that in anatomy books? Bobby starts to fondle said coochy.
Alex was still on her back when he decided to become tactile during this anatomy lessen. He ran his hand down her perfect little bum to her coochy while he kissed the back of her neck. His other arm was extended over her head, playing with strands of her hair. His kisses traveled to her ear and then back to her neck. He then entered her … one finger then two, eliciting moans of pain and pleasure. She opened her legs wider for him, inviting him in for more. He added a third finger and massaged her center with a new found enthusiasm. She was enjoying every minute of it. He moved on top of her and entered her from behind and wrapped his hands around her to feel her breasts in his incredibly large warm hands. He played with her nipples while he rhythmically pressed in and out of her. He was about to cum when he suddenly stopped and turned her over to face him. He entered her again with her arching into him and meeting him thrust for thrust. They came together in a sweaty heap … breathing heavy and holding on to each other for dear life.
"God Alex … my coochy hurts now."
"You don't have a coochy, you have a cocky."
The honeymoon couple laugh real laughs for the first time since Bobby's gruesome discovery of Franks body and what was to follow, but that was behind them now and what was in front of them … in particular Alex … was a visible baby bump. Bobby rubs Baby G, one of his most favorite past times.
"When we get back, we have to tell everyone about the baby Alex."
"Are you saying that I'm getting fat?"
"Wwha…what? ..nn no."
"Then why?"
"Because your parents will be thrilled. We have to tell work, our friends, dogs, cats in our neighborhood … I want to tell the world. That's why."
"So you don't think I'm getting fat?"
"NO! However, without clothes on … which I like … you can see a little baby bump. Before too long, you'll be showing, why hide it. You're pregnant, we're going to be parents, I want people to know."
"Okay, who should we start with?"
"Your parents of course. They'll probably have a cookout and then we can announce it."
"You, me and Baby G makes three, at an Eames cookout."
"Yeah, this time next year … Labor Day. Maybe we'll have the cookout at our house."
"Do you think my sisters will throw a baby shower?"
"Your sisters and Dori will throw the biggest shower that you have ever seen."
"Do you want a boy or a girl Bobby?"
"Just a healthy baby."
"No, not good enough. Boy or girl?"
"Girl, no boy."
"Why?"
"With a boy, you worry about only one penis. With a girl you have to worry about them all … and I carry a gun! What do you want?"
"For some poor boys sake … a boy! And for the record … I'm sorry I asked."
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next up: going home and telling the folks. Thanks to all that are reading! ;) --judeey