Chapter 3 Day by Day
It's been three weeks since Vincent and I found out about the baby. Three weeks of JT insisting he check my hormone levels almost on a daily basis. Three weeks of agonizing morning sickness. Why in the Hell do they call it morning sickness anyway? I was throwing up day and night. I could smell everything, and everything smelled rancid. "Shhhhh." Vincent soothed. "I'm here," he said as he held my hair back for the tenth time that day. I reached out my hand for a glass of something, anything to wash it all away. Vincent had already had a glass of water ready for me. I struggled to get to my feet. I was simply exhausted. Vincent picked me up and took me to bed. "Catherine, sleep. I'll be back in a few."
"Vincent, I'm sorry, I'm just so…"
"Baby I know. Our little one is wearing you out." He smiled and kissed my forehead before leaning down to kiss my belly.
I could hear Vincent and JT talking out in the hallway. I heard every word, even though they were whispering. What the Hell? "JT, Catherine will never agree to that."
"V, I know, but it's not normal for pregnant women to smell everything. I mean , she said she smelled the lilac blooms that are a hundred yards down the drive. That's something you would smell man."
"JT, I'll talk to her, but I don't know." I strolled to the door, careful not to make a sound and opened the door. "Hey guys, by the way, I can hear everything too." Vincent and JT both turned around, mouths agape. "By the way JT, I know what you're thinking. There has been enough needles in the last few weeks to last me a lifetime. So, if you want to test my DNA you'll have to get it from my hair." Vincent stood there, puzzled and unable to speak. JT on the other hand is never speechless. "Cat, how in the Hell did you know what I was thinking? Vincent and I never discussed it. It was just implied."
"JT, don't ask. I don't know HOW I know, I just do. Must have something to do with the baby though." Vincent fell to his knees, grabbing my hips and putting his forehead to my belly. "No, no, no," he cried. I spoke softly. "Vincent, the baby's DNA doesn't just include yours you know. They have my DNA too. Everything will be ok. I can feel it."
I gently pulled Vincent to his feet, and he placed gentle kisses on my head, my cheeks, my lips, and down my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips as my head tilted back. Suddenly JT cleared his throat. "Uh, guys, I'm getting out of here." Vincent watched JT walk down the hall before resuming his kisses. Another moan escaped my lips. "Vincent, please." Vincent searched my eyes. "Catherine, are you sure you're feeling up to it?" I rolled my eyes. "Vincent, I'm fine. You've acted like you're afraid to touch me ever since we found out about the baby. I'm not made of glass." I wrapped my legs around his hips and he picked me up and carried me to our bedroom, his lips never leaving my body. I have never been so hungry and desperate to have him inside of me. My whole body ached, and with every touch, I could feel the fire coursing from head to core. Vincent was taking my clothes off too slowly, and it was pure torture. A soft growl escaped me and I shoved him down on the bed. Immediately I resumed what Vincent had started, but much faster. I crawled on top of him like a cat stalking it's prey, rubbing his girth along my body as I went. Vincent's eyes shut, taking everything in. When my center found his hips, I pressed down, desperate to have him fill me. Vincent grabbed my hips ad stopped me. "Catherine, wait. You're not ready." I shook my head and grabbed his girth and rubbed it along my slit, letting him see how it glistened. I was ready. More than ready. I was soaked, throbbing, aching for him. "Vincent, as you can see, I'm more than ready." I placed his tip at my center and gently glided him in, inch by inch. Slowly I sank down, my center already starting to quicken. Vincent had always prepped me for his massiveness before. This time I was stretched tight and the fullness I felt was almost too much. I leaned back resting my hands on his knees and started to rotate. The second Vincent took my nipples in mouth and hand, I came apart. Violently I came around him, and Vincent pumped fiercely, desperate for release. As he came, so did I, both chanting the other's name.
Vincent tenderly kissed my lips. "Baby are you ok? Did I hurt you? I knew I should have gotten you ready before we.."
"Vincent, I'm ok. Although I'm not sure I'll be able to walk now. That was earth shattering." I crawled beside him and he rolled over, cradling me in his arms, tracing small light circles on my belly. "Soon we're going to be able to tell there's a baby in there. Catherine, will you let me do an ultrasound later?"
"Vincent, you and I can both hear how strong the heartbeat is. Why on earth would you want to do an ultrasound?"
"Catherine everything happening is too good to be true. I just want to see the baby. You know, make sure I'm not dreaming." I smiled, got up and retrieved my panties and robe and slipped them on and walked toward the door.
"Well Vincent there's no time like now, let's go see our baby." Vincent hopped up and threw his pants on, practically dragging me out the door with him.