Once again, sorry it's so short. I've been focusing on school and finishing Love in the Time of Cholera which is a job in itself (but so good). Hopefully more is up: 1. soon and 2. longer. I'm not giving up and I hope you enjoy!
Not mine.
After thoroughly satisfying my husband, I went downstairs to get the mail while he took a shower. I dropped in onto the counter and started making lunch.
"Very domestic of you babe." Carlos said as he put his arms around my waist.
"It's grilled cheese, not a pot roast. And don't get any ideas. I don't do domestic."
"I'm not so sure about that."
I wheeled around on him. "What?"
"I think we could find you a nice French maid's outfit for you." As he was playing out this fantasy, I felt his length thickening against my stomach.
I rolled my eyes and went back to the grilled cheese. "As long as you know I don't do anything domestic like literal dusting, then we're good."
I felt him smile against my neck and he gave me a kiss. Leaving me to my work, he went over to check the mail.
Before I married Carlos, I missed a whole lot about him. Like he does roll his eyes, but you have to look at the right time or you'll miss it. Shocking, I know. I almost keeled over when I saw it for the first time. But now, I could see every little thing out of the corner of my eye. I guess married life has taught me how not to miss anything. It gets me ready for my child or children so I can catch them doing something bad with my back turned.
As Carlos was checking the mail, he stiffened.
"What?" I asked. "Does is the government sending you fliers about how they want you?" I snorted at my own joke.
"No," he stopped. "Now, babe, don't get angry."
Uh oh. I hope it's not like the last time he said it, 'babe, don't get angry' because it ended with 'but I accidentally threw out your Tasty Pastry bag.' And I was really craving donuts! Boy, he almost didn't live past that one with a dick.
I lifted the sandwich out of the pan and onto the plate. "What shouldn't I get mad about?" I came over to see what he was looking at. "Who's Luis Martinez?"
"Babe…" He sighed. "He's my uncle on my father's side."
"Why is he sending us…" I looked in the box and gasped. "A baby blanket?"
"Babe, calm down. For the baby."
Oops, wrong words, buddy.
"Calm down? Calm down? Your uncle is sending us a baby blanket and you want me to calm down?" I screeched. "How does he know?" I looked accusingly at Carlos.
"My mother probably. She's always gloating about how many grandchildren she has." He snorted softly. "She probably told the entire CBG by now."
Not missing a word, I asked, "what's a CBG?"
Carlos cringed. "The Cuban Burg Gossipers?" He said quietly.
I stared at him. "You have a Cuban Burg?"
"Yes?"
I was speechless. I didn't know what to say to my husband. I turned back and made another sandwich.
"Babe, come on, it was bound to come out anyway." He said, rubbing my arms soothingly.
"I know, but it couldn't have stayed a secret a little longer? I mean, what if…" I stopped to take a breath. "What if we lose this one too?" I asked quietly.
He hugged me to his body. "We won't."
"How can you say that? We didn't even know when I was pregnant last time."
"Babe, you have to have faith in you."
"In me? Why?"
"A mother's body is made to protect its unborn child."
"How do you know all of this?"
He smiled at me. "Your body is designed for this. You miscarried because there might have been something wrong with the baby and it wouldn't have survived anyway. This one is growing strong and healthy and will survive. You have to have faith."
When Carlos believed in me like that, I felt like I could conquer the world. I knew that my body was meant to carry our child, but I was still afraid that it may not make it. And I wasn't sure I could come back from this one if it didn't.
"Babe, you and the baby are going to make it. You're going to get big and pregnant and have kankles…whatever those are."
"There where your ankle and calf meld into one."
"Whatever. You're going to be beautiful."
"You say that now…"
"Why wouldn't I think you'd be beautiful?"
"Because you'll think I'm pulling an Alien when I give birth." I said giving a snort.
"Babe."
After a pause, I hugged him. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For believing in me."
He squeezed me. "No price, Babe, don't forget that."
