Chapter 4
Jennie
Sunlight streams through the living room windows, directly illuminating the front door. I'm on my way to the kitchen to find something to eat, and I stop, looking at the door. Everything that happened yesterday is fresh in my mind, including the fear. I was afraid for myself, but even more afraid for my child, and now I understand why some women refer to themselves as 'mama bears' when it comes to protecting their babies.
The rug I tripped over has been smoothed out again, and I remember it all so well. The look in the guy's eyes. The desperation and anger in his voice. The way he looked at the shirt, I was wearing and knew it belonged to Lisa. I'm certain I've never seen that Bobby guy before, but he looked familiar.
Tearing my eyes away from the door, I continue to the kitchen. It's seven a.m., and after eating mac and cheese last night, Lisa and I watched the final Harry Potter movie before falling back asleep. She's still sound asleep in bed, and I didn't want to wake her.
Trying to avoid a queasy stomach, I'm on the search for crackers. I bend down, looking in the cluttered cabinet filled with nonperishables. The floor creaks behind me and thinking it's Lisa, I spring up, box of crackers in hand.
But it's not Lisa. It's Bambam, and he's naked. He freezes, letting out a shriek.
"Oh my God," I exclaim and divert my eyes.
"Jennie, I…I…I thought you were still asleep," he stammers, bringing his hands down to cover his junk.
"I was hungry," I say, trying not to laugh. I fail. I bring my hand to my mouth and turn away.
"Women don't usually laugh when they see me naked, you know."
I grab a dish towel from the counter to toss to him.
"That's not big enough," he says seriously and side steps away.
"Oh, please." I roll my eyes and turn away to open the crackers.
"Jennie?" Lisa calls, voice thick with sleep. She comes into the kitchen, probably making sure I'm okay after hearing Bambam yell. "Dude," she says to Bambam. "We talked about this."
"I thought you were both still sleeping."
"You talked about this?" I ask, looking at Lisa. She's in her boxers, and there are creases from her pillow on her face. Her dark hair is a mess, and she looks so damn sexy without even trying. She makes butterflies flit in my stomach, and with everything we went through yesterday, I feel closer to her. "So this is a regular occurrence?"
"Yes," Lisa says with a chuckle. "It's so fun living with him."
"Hey," Bambam interjects, walking backward down the hall. "I'm confident in my body."
"Trust me, we know." Lisa moves in behind me, arms going to my waist. She kisses my neck and I lean back against her. "I can make you something better than crackers for breakfast if you want."
"This is fine for now," I tell her, spinning around in her arms. "I was going to go back to bed. You should too. You look tired."
"I'm all right. Do you want eggs again?"
"You don't have to make me anything, babe." I set the box of crackers down so I can hug her. "Are you working today?"
She shakes her head. "I'm on call again."
"You won't work so much when you get a new job, right?"
"I shouldn't."
Now's a perfect time to ask her about where she's going to apply, to bring up the great hospitals around the Chicago area. If we want to live together, one of us is going to have to move. I guess it could be me, but when she's actively looking for a new hospital, it makes sense that it's her, right?
"It's morning," she says before I can go on. "We need to talk about that guy from yesterday."
She tenses, ever so slightly, and if I weren't holding onto her, I wouldn't have noticed. I do have questions, but I don't know how Lisa will answer. She didn't see the guy. How's she going to know anything about her?
"Okay." I slide my hands down her arms and step back, grabbing the crackers. "We can talk while we eat. I'll make you breakfast this morning. I do know how, you know."
"Yeah, I know." Her eyes go to my wrist, and she looks guilty, almost as if it's her fault I got hurt. "But I like making you breakfast."
I smile. "I won't object to that."
"What do you want?"
"Eggs."
"You're getting predictable, Jennie," she says with a shake of her head. I laugh and open the box of crackers, too hungry to wait to eat. I take a bite out of one and go get my phone. I have a bunch of texts from my mom that I didn't hear last night since I passed out. She's excited to see another picture of the baby, but then asks why I got another ultrasound done.
My lack of response must have worried her, and her last text is a request to call me in the morning. I go to call her back and then remember there's a time difference between Eastwood and Indy. And they're an hour behind? No. Ahead. I think? I'm smart, yet figuring out time zones will forever confuse me.
Either way, it's early, and Mom's probably still sleeping or at the very least just starting her day. Taking my phone with me, I go back into the kitchen and check my email, responding to a few, while Lisa makes breakfast. Mom texts me, and I exit out of my emails to respond.
Mom: Are you awake? You're worrying me, Jen
Me: Yeah, I am. And sorry. I fell asleep early last night. Lisa was able to get a doctor-buddy to do another ultrasound so we could see the baby.
It's the truth with a few things omitted, but I instantly feel bad for lying. Though I know my mother and know how much she'll panic if she were to know everything that happened. I could be right in front of her and she still wouldn't be convinced I'm okay.
Mom: Oh, that's good! She's growing! I started a Pinterest board for the baby shower. Do you want to do a gender reveal? We can do something small for that, if you'd like. Just us and Lisa's family.
Me: I'll talk to Lisa about it. We're going to find out what we're having as soon as we can. Lisa said there's a newer test I can do in like 2 weeks.
Mom: Two weeks! I'll start planning! Do you want to have it here? Eastwood is in the middle between you and Lisa.
My chest tightens and a new wave of panic washes over me, one that hasn't quite made it to the shore yet. In two weeks, we could know what we're having. We'll pick out a name and can start planning the nursery. But where will it be?
"Do you want toast?" Lisa asks, sliding a plate of eggs in front of me.
"No, thanks. And thanks for the eggs."
She takes a plate for herself and sits across from me. "They're easy. Someday I'm going to make you a real meal. I'm not the best cook, so don't have high expectations."
I laugh. "I'll save my high expectations for sex."
"You know I aim to please. Multiple times."
I push my eggs around on the plate, helping them cool. "So far, so good. Trust me, I'll let you know if things start to suck in the sack."
"They won't," she promises. "Though some sucking might happen."
Laughing again, I scoop up some eggs and blow on them before putting them in my mouth. Mom sends me another text with pictures of cakes she found on Pinterest for a gender reveal party.
"How do you feel about having a gender reveal party?" I ask.
"What is that?" Lisa gets up to make a pot of coffee.
"Basically a party announcing if the baby is a boy or girl. You don't tell anyone until the end, and you pop a balloon with pink or blue confetti in it or something."
"And it's a thing people do now?"
"Yeah. If you have a halfway decent Instagram following and you don't do one, people will wonder what's wrong with you."
Lisa chuckles. "I don't really care either way. Any excuse to have a party is good in my book. Do you want to have one?"
"I know they're a little lame, but yeah." I bite my lip, looking at the photos my mom sent. I haven't told anyone besides my family and Marissa about the baby. I'm a modern woman with a successful job, and shouldn't worry about people judging me over having a baby when I'm not married. But I do, just a bit.
"Then let's do it."
Lisa's words make me smile. "My mom is going to go crazy over this. She wants to know where to have the party?"
It's a simple question, but I know it raises the same concerns to Lisa too. She turns on the coffee maker and comes back to the table. "If you're going to take impressive Instagram pictures, your parents' farm has the perfect setting."
"I'm glad you have your priorities in check."
She nods. "I gotcha, babe. We'll make sure to have everything posed perfectly. I'll even take pictures of all my food before I eat it. Actually, we could invest in some of that realistic-looking fake food. I hear it photographs better."
I look at Lisa, a big smile on my face. She makes it so easy to fall.
"Good idea. Anything for the likes."
"Exactly. The number of likes is a direct correlation to how loved this baby is. We really have to step it up."
Laughing, I finish the last of my eggs and get up to put the plate in the sink. "So if we are able to find out the baby's sex in just a few weeks, shouldn't you tell your parents? They still don't know."
The light goes out in Lisa's eyes. "Yeah…they don't. Want to have lunch with them soon?"
"Of course. I haven't seen your mom in years. Do you think she remembers me?"
"She does. I talked to her last night and told her you were my girlfriend. I didn't tell her about the baby yet. I'd rather tell her in person."
"Yeah, I agree. You said she'll be excited?"
"She will. My dad too. They'll be surprised, but happily surprised."
"Good." I put my hand over my stomach. "I don't want any more drama."
Lisa tenses again, and her hand goes to the back of her neck. I'm about to ask her what's wrong when her phone rings. It's someone from the hospital, and it sounds like a nurse asking for new medications for one of Lisa's patients.
I take Lisa's empty plate to the sink, rinse the dishes off and then load them into the dishwasher. Lisa is still on the phone, so I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I really want to kiss her, but not until after my mouth is clean.
One of Lisa's lab coats is hanging up in her closet in her room, and I get it out, smiling when I see her name stitched into the fabric. She joked about liking to wear this out in public, so people know she's a doctor. Biting my lip, I look back into the kitchen. I can't see directly into it from Lisa's room, but I can hear her voice. She's still on the phone, and after listening for a brief moment, I think a patient is being difficult and not following post-op instructions.
Hoping that doesn't mean she has to go back into the hospital to deal with the issue, I quickly strip out of my clothes and put on the lab coat, pulling it around me just enough to cover my nipples. Then I sit on Lisa's bed, perfectly posed. And wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
I'm starting to get bored, and sitting here with my stomach sucked in—sorry baby—and my tits pushed out is not comfortable. Finally, Lisa hangs up and comes into the room.
"Sorry about that. We still need to talk about—" She cuts off when she sees me, jaw dropping just a little.
"You're late for your appointment." I narrow my eyes, biting my lip. "But luckily I'm still able to squeeze you in."
Lisa closes the door behind her and jumps on the bed, landing over top of me. "You do have a very tight schedule. Are you sure you can fit me in?" She moves between my legs, cupping my face and pushing me back.
"It'll be hard, but I think I can make it work." With hormones still making my sex drive crazy, I'm fighting with myself to stay patient and not rip Lisa's boxers off and bring her cock right to me. Not that she'd mind, but if I can keep this going a bit longer, she'll more than appreciate it.
"I'm so sorry, doctor," she says as she kisses my neck. "I'll make it up to you."
"I'm sure you will." I put my hands on her shoulders and push her off me. "Now, we better get your exam started." Moving out from underneath her, I shove her as hard as I can onto the mattress. She goes along with it, falling back onto the bed.
"According to your chart," I begin, kneeling over her. I slowly peel the coat back, letting the fabric slide down my breasts. Lisa watches with wide eyes. "You're well overdue for a thorough examination."
The coat slips off my arms and I move on top of Lisa. Her cock is already hard and, even through her boxers, feeling it rub against me almost does me in. I lean forward, breasts in Lisa's face. She lifts her head off the pillow and takes one in her mouth, tongue swirling around my nipple. Groaning, I force myself to pull away, but Lisa has other plans.
She grabs my waist and brings me forward, my pussy in her face. Pushing onto my knees, I grab the headboard, knowing I'll need it to support myself once Lisa gets to work. She turns her head to the side, biting my thigh. Goosebumps break out over my flesh when she gently runs her fingers up over my ass, slow and teasing.
She knows how wound up I get, and how easily she can turn me on, especially now. And she uses it to her advantage. It drives me crazy, makes me feel like I'm going to explode, but in the end, I come harder than I ever have before, and each time we have sex it makes me realize more and more how much we were made for each other.
We click. We fit. And I'm not just talking about physically. Though, physically, I don't think I could find anyone more perfect for me than Lisa. She knows how to work her hands. And her tongue. Together, at the same time. She can play my body like an instrument made just for her, and I know, without a doubt, no one else will ever make me feel this way.
I am in love with Lisa Manoban.
The fact that I'm carrying her baby confuses me, I'll admit it. I want us to be in love. I want to be a couple. To raise our child together and be a family. Am I forcing something that's not fully there? Lisa has been nothing but amazing to me…but is it too soon to say those three words?
She turns her head in and her tongue lashes against my clit. The fact that I'm currently riding her face might have something to do with me suddenly feeling so in love with her as well.
"Lisa," I moan, knowing she loves when I say her name during sex. She brings her hands down, squeezing my ass, and eats my pussy with fervor, not stopping until I'm squirming against her. I'm so close to coming, and tingles jolt through my body, bringing every nerve alive. I rock my hips against her face, and her tongue plunges into me. I grip the headboard and arch my back right on the edge of an orgasm.
Lisa quickens her movements, alternating between flicking my clit with her tongue as fast as she can and gently sucking it until I come. She holds me against her, not stopping as the orgasm ripples through me. Everything is so sensitive, almost painful, but she's relentless as I try to squirm away, not stopping until I come again.
I fall back onto the bed and I know we were made for each other.
"Did I pass my exam?" Lisa groans, moving on top of me.
"The first part," I pant. "This is a…a lengthy process."
"Well, speaking of length…" Lisa wiggles her hips against mine and I laugh. Looking into her eyes, I run my fingers through her hair. Yep. I'm a goner. I don't want to come to any conclusions just yet since I'm still naked beneath her and she's yet to fuck me, but if I'm not actually in love with her, I'm pretty damn close.
"We should continue the exam." I bring my mouth to her, kissing her deeply and tasting myself on her lips. "I don't want to miss anything."
"Right. Thank you, doctor." She moves her lips from mine to my neck. "I know I'm in good hands."
I reach down, trying to remove her boxers and she kisses my neck. She moves back just enough to take her boxers off, and once she's naked, I roll her over and climb on top.
"Put the lab coat back on." Lisa's hand lands on my hip. "I want you to wear it while you fuck me."
She slaps my ass when I reach over the bed to get it and pull it on, fastening one button.
"You're so hot, Jennie."
Parting my legs, I move over the top of her and take hold of her big cock. My pussy quivers ever so slightly every time I see it. We've had sex many times, and it still amazes me that thing can fit inside me.
"I'm Dr. Manoban today," I say, trying to be sexy. And then I realize I'm trying to make Lisa call me by her own name. "Unless that's weird. Then I can be Jennie."
Her eyes meet mine, and behind the lust, I see something else. Her lips curve into a smile and she looks down at my hand wrapped around her cock. "It's not weird to think about you having my last name."
My heart skips a beat, and suddenly I can't get on her fast enough. Lisa feels the same and sits up, pushing me back and moving on top. I widen my legs and she enters me, thrusting in hard and fast. Her lips find the spot on my neck that always does me in, and it doesn't take long before I'm close to coming again.
Lisa pushes in balls deep, burying her cock inside me as she comes. She kisses me before she pulls out, and reaches down to the foot of her bed for her boxers, handing them to me to use to clean myself up.
"Want to take a shower?" she asks, moving my hair out of my face.
"Yeah," I say back, still a little breathless, both from sex and from what Lisa said. I want to believe with all my heart she's thinking about marriage and me having her last name because we're so in love we don't want to go another day without being married.
But I know that's not true.
We haven't even said the L word yet.
We don't live together.
And we've only been dating a few weeks.
I love you, baby, but damn, these hormones are messing with my heart…and my head.