So excited! What will Randy and Lora be having? Read and find out!
Oh, and I'll still be doing the every fourth chapter being in Randy's POV! I just love it from his mind! –sigh-
Chapter 4- Baby on Board
Randy
The sun showed bright through the slit of the curtains hanging on the windows. And the ray of light fell right on my face. My eyes squinted against the bright intrusion, and I turned my head. I flexed my muscles, stretching them out, and found that they were wrapped around the woman lying next to me. I blinked hard, forcing myself to focus. Lora lay on her side, her back to me, and one of my arms was under her neck, as she used me as part of her pillow. My other arm was wrapped around her, my hand on her stomach. I smiled softly to myself, taking in this moment. It wasn't often that I got these moments with her while she was asleep. I carefully removed my arm from under her, and sat up in bed. Slowly pushing the covers down her waist, my eyes caught her belly. With a look at her face, making sure she was still fast asleep, I carefully pulled her shirt up, and over the bump. I let it rest below her chest, and moved further down on the bed. Sitting Indian style at her side, I gently placed a hand on her stomach.
It was amazing, watching her grow before my own eyes, knowing that our baby was in there. I noticed before she did when the bump started to show. The bigger she got, the more possessive I was of her. Because now, it just wasn't her I was trying to keep safe, but our baby as well. I flattened my hand over the curve of the bump, feeling the soft fluttering of the child beneath the skin. My chest clinched painfully every time I felt it move. To know that my child was alive, and growing and moving around in Lora's stomach. That Lora protected our child when I wasn't able to; it only made her all the more divine for me. I couldn't look at her without my heart skipping several beats. The glow of happiness that was always on her face, whether she knew it or not, made me fill worthy. Because had had a hand in putting that look there. I was proud of how happy I made her.
But I had let the ball slip a few times. I had moments where I felt like I was letting her down. As she lived and breathed, she was constantly there for our child. And I felt utterly helpless at times. I did what I could, but sometimes it didn't feel like enough. Lora always assured me, with her words, that she appreciated my efforts. But I didn't feel brilliant when I walked away from her. To turn down her approach was extremely difficult. Especially when I wanted it as much as she did. But I had this irrational fear of hurting the baby, or Lora herself. I felt like would cause a problem that hadn't been there before. And in my attempt to protect her and the baby, I still managed to hurt her. I felt like such a prick when I saw the look in her eye, and heard the words from her lips. I sighed, rubbing her belly softly, hearing her words in my head; asking me if I still wanted her. The question was ludicrous. I was fighting my every nerve to not take her, to make her my own again. She had no idea how bad I needed her.
My hand froze on her stomach when I felt her move beneath my touch. I quickly pulled the covers around her, and slid from the bed. Not that Lora would have minded my private time with the baby, but that's what I wanted to keep it. Private. I enjoyed my moments with her in my presence, completely at ease, and the squirming baby. I busied myself at my suitcase, and heard her soft sleepy groan, and the sheets rustled and I turned to see her sitting up in bed. I smirked at her, her hair a tangled mess and the shirt I had moved was still resting above the bump. She subconsciously pulled it down into place, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. It was absolutely ridiculous that she found herself unattractive, and wanted to hide her exposed skin. I, on the other hand, never tired of seeing it.
"Better get a move on," I told her, laying some clothes out on the foot of the bed. "Our plane leaves in two hours." I laughed softly at the disapproving look on her face. She looked like she could have slept for several more hours. But I walked to her, grabbing her hands, and pulled her up slowly. Wrapping my arms tight around her, I felt her stomach press into mine. It was a little bit more difficult to be close with her, from the bump, but it was something that I would gladly deal with. I bent down and brushed my lips against hers softly, reminding her of one of the reasons she wanted to leave this early. She had some questions for the doctor, concerning us. And I swore to myself, that I wouldn't think about being with her until I was told that it was completely safe.
Lora sighed against my lips, and pushed at me slightly. The light in her eyes burned brightly as she smirked softly at me. I watched her walk away from me, and into the bathroom.
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We had two rental cars waiting on us at the airport in Tallahassee, Florida. One for John and Casie to get to the hotel, and one for Lora and me, to get to the doctor's office. I pushed the luggage cart, that was loaded down with both Lora's and my stuff. We said good-bye to John and Casie in the parking lot, with promises to call them as soon as we get the news. The GPS in the car helped us navigate our way to the office. I could tell that Lora was excited about today, because her knee never stopped bouncing, and she couldn't keep her hands still. And I had to agree with her, that I was in the same shape as she was. But I was trying better to hide it, to be the support she needed. I had my gut feeling telling me what the baby was, but I knew Lora just wanted to know for sure.
I parked the car, and hurried around it to help her out. Together, we walked in the waiting room, and I found us seats as Lora signed in at the front desk. It didn't take them long to call us back, because the waiting room was pretty empty. The nurse took Lora's information, and led us to a private exam room. I noticed that there were two small chairs, and an exam table, cushioned with navy blue padding. The nurse instructed Lora to sit on the table, and wait for the doctor. Once we were alone, I helped her up on the table, eying the white plastic-coated machinery that was on side of the table, along with a blank monitor. I couldn't sit down, I was too wound up, fighting the urge to pace around the room. I nearly jumped when the door opened, and a middle-aged woman in a long white lab coat walked in.
"I'm Dr. Potter. How are you today, Miss Pierce?" the doctor named Potter smiled at her. I heard Lora reply to her question, and Dr. Potter turned towards me, with the same smile. "Are you the father?"
I could only nod, momentarily stunned by the word "father", and again, I heard Lora speak. "He's my fiancé." The doctor smiled again, and looked back at her clipboard, thumbing through her notes.
"Okay, before we get started, do you have any questions?" Lora met my stare, and took a deep breath before turning back to watch the doctor.
"Actually, yes. Is it still safe, this far along, to be intimate with each other?" I heard the embarrassed waver in her voice. I knew that Lora didn't talk about our personal lives much, and to bring it up to a complete stranger was probably hard for her. Dr. Potter gave her a knowing look, a smile about her lips.
"It all depends on the health of the baby and the ability of the mother," she said, again referring back to her notes for information. "If the pregnancy is healthy and the mother is in good shape as well, then it's perfectly fine. The baby is well protected inside the uterus, and it won't come out until it's ready too. Though, most women loose the urge for such actions in the last trimester; not all, but a good majority. And from looking at your records that was sent to us, I see no reason to prohibit it. You're in good health, and so is your baby."
"So, there's no risk?" I asked, wanted there to be no doubt before we left the office. Dr. Potter turned her attention towards me.
"There are possibilities that in the late stages of pregnancy, chemicals could trigger early labor. But Miss Pierce is only a little over five months. Nothing I have seen should put the mother or baby in danger." My heart speed up, and I chanced a glance at Lora. And I nearly laughed. The happy, proud and anxious look on her face was memorable. But Dr. Potter caught my attention again as she spoke. "It's not uncommon for me to get these questions. And in reality, it's always good to ask them, and get the facts, before jumping head first into something unknown for you both. Also, it's been studied that women often find the act itself is more enjoyable than they have ever experienced. Due to the extra blood flow and all the excess hormones raging in their bodies."
And I did feel better knowing that I wouldn't hurt the baby or Lora. I did feel more than a little antsy to get Lora by herself. Just the thought heated my body. And the thought of Lora getting even more pleasure from being with me brought out an animalistic need; a need that I needed to fulfill. I looked back to the doctor, and realized we still had more to do here. Something that Lora and I had looked forward for some time now.
"Okay, so you have a couple of choices on your sonogram. You can either go with the original 2D black and white view, which has been the standard for years. Or you can have the 3D image, which is just as effective. The only difference is the price. But, I'm pretty sure that your insurance covers both."
"Is there any risks in the 3D imaging?" Lora asked, holding her hand over her stomach. There she went again, protecting our child. And it only made me want to get her alone more. Dr. Potter shook her head.
"None at all. Besides the price, the only other difference is picture clarity. It's easier to determine the sex of the child, and you get to see you baby much more clearer," she said, standing by the machines. I knew immediately which one I preferred. And I could tell by the look on her face, which one Lora wanted as well. She looked over at me, and I nodded to her, silently telling her it was her decision.
"We want the 3D imaging."
The doctor nodded again, and began to work at the machines, setting them up. I didn't know my heart could beat this fast, while we waited for Dr. Potter to finish setting up. But I heard a switch click into place, and a gently humming noise filled the room. I looked up, and saw that the monitor was turned on, and all the machinery lights were flashing. The doctor lowered Lora's table back, to where she was nearly laying down. She put a pillow behind her head, to prop her up, and lifted her shirt above her stomach. I watched as Dr. Potter picked up a plastic tube, and after warning Lora of its lower temperature, she squeezed this clear gel over the bump. And with her other hand, she grabbed this thing that was connected to the machine; something she told us was a "transducer" that looked for the baby. She placed it in the gel, and began moving it around Lora's stomach.
At first, I couldn't see anything, or tell what anything was. Everything was just a blur of dark oranges and blacks. I was beginning to think that we scheduled our appointment too early. But another sound entered the room. A soft, steady thump. I saw on the screen on of the monitor a line that would occasionally spike. My mouth nearly feel open when I realized it was a heartbeat. Dr. Potter moved the transducer one more time, and the oranges and blacks cleared. There, without a doubt, was a face. A small, smooth face.
"There is your baby," Dr. Potter said. "Let's see if we have a boy or a girl."
I moved closer to Lora's table, to get a closer look at the monitor. The picture on the screen kept moving as the baby moved. The doctor moved the image again, getting a full look over the length of the baby. She stopped when she saw a pair of legs. A hand closed around my own, and I looked down to see that Lora had clasped my hand in her own, still staring at the screen, awe evident on her face. I squeezed her fingers softly, and watched at Dr. Potter examined the screen.
"There," she said smiling, pointing at the screen to a certain spot. "Congratulations. It's a boy."
A boy. We were having a boy. And were getting to see him before he was born in amazing likeness. Dr. Potter moved back up to where we could see his face. She laughed, and pointed at the face, and we saw that he was sucking his thumb. I was numbed into stillness. I couldn't move, or think about anything but the little face on the screen. My son. I knew my gut feeling had told me it was boy, but there was just something unbeaten about seeing your child. Lora's hand moved in my own, lacing her fingers through mine.
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I sat in John's hotel room, with Matt and Adam sitting around me. I watched as they passed around the still-sonogram photos on my son. And I thought about what Lora was doing, how she was doing the same thing with her set of photos with Casie and Edoin. We hadn't been alone since we got back to the hotel. After we both called our own mothers, informing them of their new grandson, we had been surrounded by friends. I remembered my mother's squeal of delight when I told her, had she passed the phone to my father, letting me break the news to him. In addition, before he hung up, he told me to send his love to Lora. Something else that stunned me today. I had both of my parents to share this with. It's barely been a year since Lora's dad died in his truck accident. All she had was her mother.
And that in itself was something that concerned me. I knew Lora wasn't showing it, but she was upset that her father wasn't here to give her away. Whenever the subject came up about that part of the wedding, she shrugged her shoulders, and quickly changed the subject. I didn't know what I was going to do to make this work for her. I wanted everything to be perfect for her. I forced myself back to reality when Adam sat in front of me.
"Dude, I'll never doubt your intuition again," Adam laughed, sifting through my baby's pictures. I laughed at him, turning to see John sitting on my right.
"So, a boy. Is little baby Orton going to follow in his Daddy, Granddaddy, Great Uncle and Great-granddaddy's footsteps?" John joked, listing all the members of my family that had wrestled in the past. I rolled my eyes at him.
"If he's anything like me, then there's no stopping him," I said, remembering how I was, very adamant about my career choice. I didn't know how Lora would feel about her son going down that path. My mother didn't necessarily approve of my decision at first.
"Well, at least something good came from this day," Adam said, handing me back my son's pictures. I smiled at him until his words sunk in. Then the rest of us stared at him in confusion. "Another surprise from my stalker-woman. Though this time it was just a letter. But the things she said. It was as if she really knew me. I turned it into Vince, and he has people working on it."
I nodded, knowing that if Vince was on the case, then it wouldn't be too long that something was done about it. I remembered how fast he brought up charges against Lora's ex- fiancé had attacked her. I hated thinking about that time, because it was so dark for me. Only Lora's optimistic outlook got me through that time. It would only be a matter of time before Adam's problem was solved. I soon excused myself from the room, and quickly made my way back to my room. And I was praying like hell that Lora was alone. I slipped in the plastic key card, and pushed the door out of my way. I smiled when all I saw was Lora sitting on the bed, cross-legged, holding the sonogram pictures. I crawled on the bed, and looked at them with her. She ran her fingertips over the face in the picture. And I knew exactly how she felt. It was different when it was just a baby, without knowing what it was; it was still wonderful to witness. But to actually know that our son was on his way; well, I had no words to describe it. It was an amazing feeling that couldn't be matched.
"I guess I'll never live it down," Lora mused, a small smile on her face.
"And what will you never live down?" I asked, humor in my voice as I watched the amused expression on her features. She cut her eyes up at me, smirking softly in my direction.
"Oh, just the fact that you knew we were having a boy," she laughed softly. I puffed my chest out proudly, causing her laugh harder. I hadn't planned to hold that over her, but now that she thought it was funny, I would assume it was fair game.
I pulled her closer to my body, pressing my lips to her ear. I ran my fingers up and down her bare arm slowly. I felt her sigh against me, as she relaxed into my chest. I brushed my lips over her cheek, down her jaw, and placed a kiss in the corner of her mouth. Lora reacted to me instantly, turning her face towards mine, pushing her lips against my own. Her soft moan of acceptance met my ear, and only pushed me further. I laid her back on the pillows, hovering over her to one side, careful of our baby. She wrapped her arms tight around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. I slid my hand under her shirt, and trailed my fingers up her side, collecting the material at my wrist as I went.
I pulled her up to a sitting position, and gently pulled the shirt up and over her head. I didn't take any more time before I connected my lips to her collarbone, placing delicate kisses over her skin. She wriggled under my touch, whimpering slightly. I felt her hands pulling at the hem of my own shirt, and she pushed me back, to pull the shirt off. I was a little shocked at how forceful she was being. Shocked and aroused. I pushed her back down on the bed, and reached down with one hand, hooking my fingers into the elastic band of her cotton panties. Her breathing was quickly turning into panting as I removed the last restriction on her body.
I ran my fingers down her smooth cheek, across her throat, over the skin of her chest; I teased the sensitive flesh between her breasts, and continued down, circling her belly button, down her lips, and finally reaching their destination. Her body shivered as I massaged her gently first, before allowing my fingers to slip inside her. Lora arched her back upon feeling my fingers against her, her moan just a little louder than before. I saw her fingers clutch the sheets tightly when I brought my thumb into work, rubbing her softly. Her feminine whimpers drove me forward, wanting to elicit the most pleasure from her. Her muscles tightened around my fingers, and I pulled them out quickly. I heard her soft noise of displeasure, and watched she sat up, pulling my face to hers by her hands around my neck. I let her push me back against the pillows, and let out a moan of my own when her hands began to pull my jeans. It took all of my will power to not take control, and remove the coarse material myself. I watched her as she slid the zipper down and began to tug them down my legs, along with my boxers, with a little of my own help. Her hair tickled my skin as she moved back over my body.
I sat up to roll her back over, but something stopped me. Lying on top of her would be uncomfortable for the both of us, and more than likely be uneasy on the baby. We had never talked this far into it, and I didn't know how to proceed. However, Lora placed one hand on either side of my chest, and pushed me back down. Moreover, I knew in an instant what she was planning. I almost moaned at the thought of it. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she moved up my body, and slowly straddled my hips. She braced herself with her hands on my chest, and I helped her, with my hands on her hips. Then she lowered herself on me, I heard her inhale of air as she filled herself with me. I groaned, forcing my eyes to remain open, as she settled against me.
I watched as Lora began to rock back and forth against me, causing pleasure to burn up my spine. Following her every movement with my eyes, I took in when her eyes closed, and her mouth opened slightly, to moan my name. She bent over me slightly, her palms braced on my chest; her hair fell over her shoulders, creating a curtain of red around my face. I used the hands that were on her hips to help guide her, to make sure she wasn't doing all of the work. Lora's moans were coming faster, and I knew she wasn't far from the end. I pulled her against in a rough thrust, and Lora whimpered as her muscles clenched around mine, her fingers digging into my chest, as she was pushed over the edge. And the very feel of her pleasure sent me over the deep end as well. For several minutes, with Lora collapsed against my chest, we sat there, living in our own ecstasy.
I rolled Lora over to the side of the bed, and pulled her against my chest. As I breathed in her scent, I came to the conclusion that today was one of the best days I had ever lived through.
A/N
Woo! It's a boy! Aww! Yay! And oooh boy! Steamyness! You are welcome readers! Lol
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