Chapter 34

Another Ho-hum Day

Over the next few weeks, Greg and I didn't talk about the baby. I was keeping busy around the house while trying to plan a small birthday party for Greg. I had just gone to the grocery store to buy some food, stopping at a drug store, before making my way home. It was the Friday night before Greg's birthday. Greg called, informing me that Jim and Jennifer were over and they were waiting for me to get home. They had called me as I was reading the back of the various pregnancy tests to let me know that we were going to go out for dinner. I bought a test at the drug store and drove home, going straight into the kitchen to put the milk away. Jennifer, Jim and the baby were all sitting around the table; Greg was standing by the refrigerator talking to them. Furey picked up the drug store bag, seeing that a candy bar was inside and took out the test, laid it on the table and continued to dive for the candy bar. I turned around to see both Jennifer and Jim staring up at me; Greg was looking down, shaking his head. Furey suddenly became concerned that everyone had gone quiet.

Furey looked around, "Why is everyone staring at Auri? What did she do?"

I petted his hair, and nodded at the test on the table, "I think they just saw the box and now they have some questions."

Furey read the box, "But, Auri you don't need this. You're pregnant. The baby is still there. He's growing."

Jim started snorting and then laughing at poor Furey, who was completely confused. "Congratulations you two, how long have you known?"

I looked at Greg, "A couple of weeks. Blabbermouth told me."

Furey opened his mouth, "I'm blabbermouth?"

"In your own sweet way. I'm maybe five weeks pregnant now. We haven't confirmed it with a test." I looked at Greg and winked.

Greg knocked back his beer, "We don't have to…bigger boobs, tired, always peeing…she's preggers."

"Well, shall we go?" I suggested.

We all piled into the Wilson's new van and drove over to the local cafe. I watched Furey tease and play with Sarah Ann at the table. He was going to make a wonderful brother. He had patience, was curious and he seemed to enjoy helping Jen with the baby.

Jennifer sat next to me and leaned in, "He's so good to her. Really, when Furey is over, he does a lot to help out. He's not a perfect kid; he doesn't pick up, he plays too much on the computer and he can be finicky when it comes to food, but I'd take him any day over my nieces and nephews. I love that kid."

I expected nothing less from them. She and Jim had raised Furey for almost a year and had been an important part in his life ever since. I had a lot to be grateful for, they had him during one of his most formative years and I think they did a great job.

We had a blast laughing at Sarah spitting her food at Furey. Even Greg seemed relaxed and joined in the fun, toning down his vitriolic wit. In actuality, there were a few moments that he was absolutely corny and had us all cracking up at his antics.

Jim finally had to ask, "Well, how do you feel about being a Dad?"

Greg looked at me and snickered, shaking his head to himself. I gave him a stern look and nodded towards Furey, hoping he'd take into consideration Furey's feelings and hopes about the baby. Furey had been making comments that he loved the baby and wanted his Dad to love the baby.

Greg did what he always does, he ignored me, "I'm old enough to be the kid's grandfather."

Furey looked at his Dad and, with a serious tone, remarked, "You don't act like it. You're a bigger kid than I am."

The entire table busted out in laughter.

We got in the van and drove home. After getting Furey to sleep and getting ready for bed, I crawled up in Greg's arms and couldn't resist, "Come here Grandpa, got any Viagra?"

He rolled his eyes and scowled, "I can still fuck."

"Really? Then show me what you've got Gramps. I'm in that horny stage of pregnancy. You've got a window of 'anytime-anywhere-just-bend-me-over', so make good use of it."

He finally cracked a smile, "Hmmm. You sure?"

"Yeah, unless you want to stick electrodes on my nipples, I draw the line there."

"Damn, I just bought the battery and clips." He turned on his side.

"Any suggestions?"

He sighed. It became clear that he thought I might balk at what he wanted to try. Opening his mouth to say something, he snapped it shut. After a few seconds he leaned in, sounding almost bored, "I just want to give you nice, slow sex, tonight. Watch you under me, over me, whatever… I don't care."

The lack of enthusiasm wasn't wasted on me. I nodded and kissed him, taking his soft penis in my hand, I began to stroke as he grabbed my right breast and squeezed, kissing me as he did. The whole process didn't take long. Within ten minutes we were asleep.