Ana
I am laying sideway on my cot. My head is resting on my bend elbow, while gazing lustfully at my hot ass boyfriend. He is laying on his own bed, reading a sports magazine. His brow is furrowed, staring intently at an article about rowing.
He is so damn sexy! He is wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a dark yellow cable-knit sweater. He finally got a haircut a week ago. He kept it somewhat long, instead of it sitting on top of his shoulders, his copper hair sits just below his ears and curls at the end. The sight of him is making me wet in desire. We haven't had sex since the time we had unprotected sex in the hotel room. It has been difficult having sex while we are living in the shelter. I'm getting needy. Is this what they mean about pregnancy hormones?
I lick my lips and look around the large room. Various people are sitting around the area; talking. It is coming on nine o'clock, and people are getting ready for bed.
It has been two weeks since we found out we were pregnant. At first, we were terrified at the thought of becoming parents; due to our situation, but now we couldn't be any more excited.
We have been trying to set up insurance through Medicaid since we walked out of the doctor's office. It has been difficult, to say the least. The good news is that I qualify for CHIP, or the baby does. The program is for low-income families and pregnant women, so we were happy that the baby would be covered when he or she is born. For Medicaid, I am eligible for coverage with that as well, but it's been strenuous because we do not have a residence. Since Christian does not fall under the category of the eligibility requirement; he won't qualify for Medicaid right now.
"As long as the two most important people in my life are eligible, then everything is fine," He said.
After we had the insurance all set up, we called the doctor's office, and everything should be ready when we go to our appointment in two weeks. I am excited to see our baby. The doctor said we would be able to have another ultrasound, and we will be able to hear the heartbeat.
My baby's heartbeat.
The thought brings a smile to my face.
"What are you smiling about over there?" Christian smirks.
I turn my eyes to him, and he is staring at me with one eyebrow raised. His lips lifted in a half smile.
"Just thinking of our appointment in a few weeks," I smile.
He smiles at me softly as he sets his magazine down on the floor, and leans over to take my hand into his.
"I am too baby," he kisses my knuckles tenderly.
He looks up at me through hooded eyes. His eyes darken and without giving it a second, thought; I launch myself at him. It's been too long.
I am on top of him in an instant. We are kissing each other wildly, while both of our hands roam each other's bodies roughly. I lift my hands into his hair and yank his head back, and kiss and bite his neck hard. He moans loudly as we start dry humping each other frantically, trying to get some form of relief. We forget where we are for a minute as we continue to kiss passionately.
Suddenly, we both hear a strangled couch coming from behind us. I freeze and look down to see Christian staring at me wide-eyed. I close my eyes as I blush deeply.
I suddenly get up and turn around guiltily. My hair is all over the place. I try to fix my unruly hair, as I look up to see Ethan, blushing bright red and looking everywhere but at us once more. Caught us again.
"I, um…ju-just wanted to confirm our day out tomorrow. Mia, wan-wanted me to remind you guys before we put the kids to bed," he stutters.
I nod my head shyly and look over at Christian. He is sitting up now and is staring at Ethan impassively.
I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to Ethan.
"We will be here, thanks, Ethan," I smile.
He nods and hurries away to the door that leads to the family quarters.
I smile at the thought of sleeping in that room in eight months. Since the room is to accommodate families with small children, we will be able to move in there when the baby is born. There are couple of infants that sleep in there right now. They have several cribs set up at the back for newborn babies, and children that are required to sleep in cribs.
I am grateful for the opportunity to have a crib that will be reserved for the baby. Mrs. Shana let me know that there will be an open crib for when the baby is born. The shelter has also offered to help us with the baby's expenses. To clothes, diapers, bottles, pacifiers and anything else we would need.
We couldn't be more grateful. We are still terrified when the baby gets here, but we are hopeful because we have friends and resources that can help us take care of the baby.
"Tell me why we have to hang out with them tomorrow again?" he scowls.
I roll my eyes and sit down next to him on his cot.
"It's their wedding anniversary. They didn't have any money to do anything, so they asked us if we wanted to hang out with them. It will be fun Christian," I bump his shoulder with mine.
My hand goes straight to my belly as I caress it softly. I have been doing it a lot here lately, and it feels surreal to know that there is another human being growing inside of me. I have had many dreams here lately about the baby, and for some reason; I believe it is a boy.
I tend to see a copper-haired gray eyed boy in my dream. He is laughing as I chase him around a big backyard. With dark green grass and a blue swing set in the background. The sky is clear, and there is no cloud in sight. I wake up with a smile on my face, and I always see my hand resting protectively on my belly.
I come out of my thoughts when Christian sighs loudly.
"Fine," he relents.
I smile in victory at him, and Christian rolls his eyes.
"Come on, we need to get some sleep," he snorts.
"What about finishing what we were doing?" I pout.
He cocks an eyebrow and gives me his sexy smirk.
"Are you horny, Miss. Steele?" he says huskily.
I narrow my eyes at him, and yank his hair hard with both of my hands and smash his lip to mine. We kiss passionately for a few minutes before he suddenly breaks off the kiss.
"Babe, we need to stop," he pants.
I shake my head and bring his lips back to mine, and kiss him more forcefully. He moans loudly and pushes against my arms and breaks the kiss again. He pants out, "Restroom. You. Me. Now".
I pant, and get up and practically run to the restroom that is on the other side of the large room. I knock on the family room door to make sure no one is occupying it. There is no sound coming from beyond the door, so I look back over my shoulder and see Christian behind me. He is scanning the large room, making sure no one is looking.
He nods frantically, and we enter the family restroom and close the door quickly, and he makes sure to lock the door. When he finally turns around, I roughly push him against the wall and smash my lips to his once more. God, I need him.
We are ripping each other's clothes off. We are all hands, tongues, and teeth while we roughly kiss each other.
When we are both naked, Christian suddenly takes hold of my thighs and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he immediately lines up his cock and slams into me.
We both moan loudly. He starts a punishing rhythm. I have my hands tugging at his hair, and my head against the wall, and my eyes closed. My mouth opened in silence ecstasy.
"Fuck, baby. It's been so fucking long since I have been inside you," he moans.
I groan at the feeling of his big thick cock pounding into me with full force. Thank god, we don't need to use protection. He feels so good inside of me.
He is thrusting roughly into me over and over again, and I am about to reach my climax when suddenly we both hear a timid knock on the door. He stops thrusting and stares at me wide-eyed.
"Excuse me, are you going to be much longer? My daughter has to use the restroom," a muffled female voice says behind the door.
Her voice sounds hesitant. I groan and place my head on Christian's chest in defeat. I was almost there!
Christian pants, "We will be out in one second!"
He looks at me with a small smirk and starts to thrust slowly into me. Oh, yes!
My mouth opens once again in a silent scream. I close my eyes and reveal in the exquisite feeling.
"We need to be quick baby," he kisses me on the corner of my mouth.
I nod and he continues to thrust into me slowly.
"Harder, baby harder. I'm almost there," I pant.
He grunts and pushes into me harder. He takes one of his hands off of my thigh, and brings it to my swollen clit and starts to rub it gently. I throw my head back and let go.
"Fuck, baby," he hisses.
He brings his mouth to mine and shoots his load into me. We both come down from our orgasms while panting into each other's mouth.
"Come on, we need to get out of here," he says.
I nod, and he sets me down on the floor, and we hurriedly get redressed.
I look in the mirror and try to fix my hair to where it was before. I nod at him when I am ready, and he runs his hand through his hair to tame it. He takes a deep breath and unlocks the door and opens it, revealing an embarrassed looking red-headed woman. A five-year-old girl is standing next to her. She is wiggling her legs, and then jumping up and down.
"Mommy, I need to go," she whines.
Her mom is blushing and looks down at her daughter.
"Let's go," she murmurs embarrassed.
I look at her shyly as we both get out of the way, and they enter the bathroom.
Christian sighs and looks over at me smirking.
I smack his arm as I glare at him. He chuckles, and throws his arm around my shoulder, and guides me over to our beds.
He takes off his sweater and pulls down his blanket. I remove my shoes and I take off my own sweater. I have a plain white shirt underneath. I don't like to wear my bra to bed, but when you are living in a shelter, you don't really have an option.
There are donated pajamas that are available for us to wear, so I decide to go over to the donation room and try to find some to wear. Christian follow behind me and we both look through the boxes.
I come across a red plaid shirt and shorts set. I look at the tag and it's a size bigger, but I decide to take these anyway. Since there is no one in here, I get dressed quickly inside the room, so I don't have to walk all the way back to the restrooms. When I am done, Christian has done the same. He has found a plain gray shirt and pajama pants and is just finishing getting dressed.
Christian looks over at me and winks. I bite my lip as he walks over to me with bare feet, and his old clothes in hand one hand.
He takes my lip from my teeth with his thumb and smirks at me. I kiss the side of his mouth. He smiles, and takes my hand into his and leads me out of the room.
When we get to our beds, we throw our clothes under our cots and I drag my bed towards his bed. I get in and get comfortable. He lays down and opens his arm, inviting me to cuddle with him. I smile and snuggle into his side, and I sigh contently.
"Love you," he whispers.
"Love you too," I whisper back.
Various people's murmurs and muffled conversations fill my ears as I close my eyes just as the lights turn off, leaving me to fall into a blissful slumber with the man that I love beside me.
AN: Thank you for reading and reviewing.
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