Wanting Her (Loving Her Series) (22 page)

             
"Yes, ma'am--Hillary." Mom laughs as Dad shakes Landon's hand.

             
"Good luck, son, and I guess congratulations on becoming a new dad soon." Dad chuckles.

             
"Thank you, sir." Landon chuckles.

Chapter 22-Landon

             
Life has moved fast the past few months. We are blessed to have support on both sides of our family. It's October, and I'm in the middle of my first semester of Law School. It's been tough, and I have been extremely busy with studying. After the holidays and the baby is here, I'm going to start interning at Dad's firm. Brooklyn's bump has grown a lot in the last month. She's got about two months left, and she just glows. She's absolutely beautiful. When Brooklyn is not working, my mom is always with her. They're always shopping for baby furniture and clothes, and everything else that comes along with having a baby. My mom is so excited to have a baby coming soon. I stay between the apartment and at Brooklyn's. It depends on my workload at school and how tired I am. I miss being with her daily, and I know she misses having me around more.

             
It's Saturday night at about midnight, and I'm in her home office studying. I have books and papers everywhere. I hear the door creak open, and she's peeking in when I look up. "Hey, baby."

             
"When are you coming to bed?" She yawns, and I know she must have been dozing off in the living room while watching television.

             
"Soon. Come here." I motion her to me.

             
She opens the door the rest of the way, and she's already apparently ready for bed. She is standing in her short, pink, silk robe. Her belly is protruding, and she looks sexy as hell. My dick begins to swell. It's been at least two weeks since we've been intimate.  While she walks toward me, I move the chair back away from the desk. She stops in front of me, and I look up at her while I untie her robe. As it opens in the front, I'm struck speechless when I realize she is completely naked. She's even commando. I grip her naked hips, separating her robe even more. I lean in and kiss my daughter before pushing the chair back while lowering to my knees. I can smell the combination of orange from her body wash and the sweet smell of her personal scent. I continue spreading kisses down to her smooth mound. I shift us so she can lean against the desk as I raise her left leg over my shoulder.

 
              "I've missed you." She moans as I slip my tongue between her very moist lips.

             
"Me too, baby. I'm sorry I've been busy. I'll do better." I spread her open as I continue to lick and suck on her most precious place. I push my finger into her, and she starts to move against my gentle finger thrusts. "That's it, baby, just feel it."  I continue for a few more moments until my dick is dying to feel her, so I stand and lift her onto the desk. I make quick work of my pants as I watch her get more comfortable on the desk. Once I've shed my clothes, I move between her open legs and push into her hot core. I groan as I feel her clamp down on my throbbing cock. "FUCK, that feels so good." I begin thrusting and watching her body begin to slip into bliss.  She's always had great tits, but now they are like solid melons. She hasn't removed her piercings there yet, but she took out her belly piercing about a month ago. I begin massaging her clit as I feel my own release building. She's gotten so sensitive down there that I don't have to work too hard before she’s moaning out my name. I push into her one, two, and three times, and then release my hot seed into her.  I bend over to kiss her lips. "I love you." I pant into her neck.

             
"I love you too," she whispers. I pull myself free and pick her up. She wraps her legs around me.  She's still not heavy, but her belly is beginning to be problematic when I carry her this way, but I don't care. I love being this close to her. I carry her into our room and deposit her onto the bed. I walk into the bathroom and grab a warm washcloth to clean her up. When I walk back into the bedroom, her eyes are closed. Her soft breathing in and out tells me she is asleep. I gently wipe between her legs and cover her up without her even stirring. I jump into the shower quickly before climbing into bed, spooning in behind her. It's not long before sleep claims me too.

**

              Next weekend is Brooklyn's birthday, so I decide that I'm getting a her a permanent gift, but on me. I walk into the shop on Friday late afternoon.  Luckily I made an appointment with Peter. I knew better than to make it with Devin. First of all, because he's fucked Brooklyn, and I see red now that I know it. Also, because he hates me now that I've knocked up Brooklyn and she's off the market.  No way am I allowing him to touch me with a needle.

             
Toby looks up from where he's working on a drawing. "Hey, man."              "Hey." I nod at him. The little red head at the counter winks at me. "I got an appointment with Peter. Landon," I tell her as she looks through the appointment book.

             
"I'll let him know." She turns and walks over to Peter, where he's finishing up on his client.  She returns, letting me know it would be a few more minutes. After flipping through a couple books, Peter calls for me.

             
"What are we getting today?" he asks, and I explain what I want, and he gets to sketching it up for me. I approve, and he gets started. I have it placed over my heart. 

             
While he's working on me, Toby approaches. "Fuck, you're really serious about her." It's not a question but a statement.

             
"I love her. No question about it. Her birthday is this weekend, and this is her surprise," I say as Devin walks in from the back. He eyes Toby and me. Fuck, he starts walking our way.

             
"What's up, fuckers?" he says, looking at me.

             
"Not much." I watch as he leans over, looking at my chest.

             
"Seriously? You're putting her name on you? Aren't you a little young for her? I realize you've fucked her up, but she's not going to commit to you." He crosses his arms over his chest.

             
"We'll see." I look away, getting more pissed the longer he stands there. Just as Peter's wiping the rest of the ink away and is about to clean it all up, Devin opens his big ass mouth again.

             
He leans over closer to me. "She's fucking amazing, isn't she?" That was all it takes. I stand up and jump into his face.

             
"Say something else about her, fucker," I threaten.  Toby jumps in between us, pushing us away from one another. I point at Devin. "You're just jealous. She's mine."

             
"I've had her, but you're right, I am jealous." He turns and walks away, knowing he better not cause a scene in his shop.

             
"Don't pay any attention to him. He's just pissed." Toby walks with me to the counter to pay.

             
"Yeah. I'll talk to you later." We bump fists, and I head out. I send a quick text to Brooklyn, letting her know that I have a lot of studying to do and that I'll see her soon.

**

              "Dude, Toby told me about the little altercation at the shop last week," Preston tells me as soon as I get to the house for Brooklyn's birthday dinner.

             
"Oh yeah. Devin's a pussy." I begin to get pissed again until I see Brooklyn walk down the stairs in a light blue dress that stops just above her knees. It fits to her body and stretches across her amazing and even bigger chest and swelling belly. Her hair is piled high on her head in some sort of twist.  She's breathtaking.

             
"You look stunning.  Happy Birthday, Baby." I kiss her and before I know it, I hear a throat clear behind me, so I pull away from her. Preston is standing there with a 'get off my mom' look. I laugh, and Brooklyn smiles.

             
"Happy Birthday, Mom." Preston kisses her cheek.

             
"Thank guys." The three of us head out to the steakhouse in town since Brooklyn's been craving a steak. Dinner turned out great. My parents were there with Ariel and so were Brooklyn’s parents.

             
We get home, and Preston casually asks, "When you giving mom her present?"

             
"I guess now since you just announced it." She looks over at me curiously. I pull my shirt over my head, and her eyes pop out. I laugh.

**

Brooklyn

              My first reaction was shock. He permanently put me on his body. I stand there staring at his amazing chest with this heart tattooed over his heart and my name in script written through it. I love it, but he shouldn't have done that.

             
"Say something," he says after laughing and then growing serious when I don’t laugh with him.

             
"It's beautiful, but why?" I look at him.

             
"I love you and will always love you. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you." I walk to him and hug him. A tear slips down my cheek.

             
"I love you too," I whisper into his chest. I look up at him, and he smiles.

             
"Don't cry," he tells me, and I just shake my head.

             
"Thank you." I toe up to him and place a kiss to his lips. Later on after we’re alone, I show him how much more thankful I am. I love him with my body, mind, and soul.

Chapter 23 Brooklyn

              It's two days from Thanksgiving, and I'm having everyone at my house this year. Landon's parents with Ariel, my parents, and of course Preston, Landon, and myself.  I just left the doctor's office, and he's said that I'm already 1cm dilated and 80% effaced. I'm so excited to tell everyone my big news. We have to decide on a name for her and finish the nursery.  I dial Landon through my hands-free system on my way to the grocery store for last minute things.

             
After only two rings, he answers. "Hey, baby. How did it go? Sorry I wasn't able to go."

             
"That's fine. It was good. He said that I'm already 1cm dilated." I don't tell him the other part because he so wouldn't understand.

             
"No shit. What's that mean?" He sounds nervous all of a sudden.

             
"Well, it could be in a couple days or a couple weeks. It just means my body is preparing for her."              "Oh. Okay." I laugh.

             
"It will be fine. But we need to get the nursery done and figure out a name too."  As I'm going through an intersection, my peripheral vision catches a car turning left at a yield on green. I see it before it happens, but it's too late. I feel the impact as it slams into the side of my car. The air bag pops out as the car begins to spin. I hear Landon holler my name just after the initial impact. Then he's gone. I blink my eyes several times, trying to focus on what just happened. I reach up to my head, pulling back blood. I must have hit my head on something. Everything is blurry. I feel a slight cramp in my stomach. I begin to panic as I reach for my belly. I lay my head back, breathing slowly in and out, in and out. Someone bangs on my window. I slowly turn my head, but whoever is there is blurry too. I close my eyes for a moment. There's more pounding, and someone is yelling.

             
My passenger door opens, and a man climbs in. "Ma'am, Ma'am, are you okay?" he asks.

             
"I think so," I whisper to him.  I faintly hear him tell someone outside the car, 'she’s big, pregnant'. Someone is relaying everything to 911. I hear sirens in the distance. I feel another slight cramp, and then I feel something wet.

             
What feels like hours is only minutes, and the firemen are pulling on my door, trying to get it open. “It's not opening,” I hear someone say. I moan out as another cramp or maybe contraction comes on.  "Help me." I try to shout, but it only comes out as a whisper.

             
The fireman in the passenger seat unclips my belt. "Can you move?"

             
I nod. "Yeah."

             
He begins to pull me over the console to his side. I push up best I can and feel more warmth down my legs. "I can't."

             
I hear metal breaking and realize that they have pried my door open, he was just pulling me away while they cut open the door. Within minutes, I'm on a gurney and strapped down, and being hauled into an ambulance. They have cut most of my clothes away and have strapped monitors to my belly. I have a gash on my head and my arm is sore. I hear them calling vitals to each other. “Her water is broke, and there's a small amount of blood.” Just as that is announced, I scream from a contraction.  The female paramedic rubs my belly, trying to soothe me. I'm puffing. "You have to call him," I whisper.