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tlou-1 · 3 years

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Joel x Reader (Home) - Chapter 12

Chapter 12 - Big News (You share your news with your family and receive some bigs news of your own + wedding)

Thankfully it didn’t appear your ankle or foot was severely damaged but the doctor had asked you to avoid putting weight on it and to revisit her in two weeks for a final once over. More importantly your family were elated by your and Joel’s news, Molly couldn’t believe you were actually settling down after all these years, the same for Tommy with Joel. The things about Jackson is, they tried to celebrate things as much as possible. It often gave people something to look forward to and revel in something joyful... in saying that these things could potentially get bigger than needed.

A couple days later after the proposal, Joel and you are sat opposite each other on the sofa one afternoon, your legs resting a top of his enjoying the peaceful cosy day. You were looking at him for sometime, mulling over how you wanted to marry Joel Miller but in a way that suited you both. “Joel?” You say softly, he looks up from the book he was reading “hmm?” He replies his mind slowly rejoining the real world.

“What if we were to get married soon?” You ask, pulling his book down further away from his face.

“How soon?” He asks now looking at you.

“In a week or two?” You shrug trying to suggest it as casually as possible. You explain your logic, in that the longer you leave it, the more things will get out of hand and people would have time to prepare. Neither of you were the big wedding type and neither wanted a fuss. Something simple in the church with a small group of people was more than enough.

“Damn - why didn’t I think of that?” He chuckles.

“So you agree? Something simple, in the church just over a week from now? Say next Sunday?” you smile.

“Sounds perfect” he sighs and goes back to reading his book.

The plan is simple, a small wedding in the church with your family and friends. Joel was to borrow a shirt and tie from Tommy and you planned on wearing the one dress you owned, it was not formal but it was the best you could do. Molly however had another plan for your dress, a few nights before the big day, you, Ellie and Joel had joined Molly and Jesse for dinner. At the end of the meal Molly stood up from the table and announced she had something to show you and Ellie and that the boys would have to keep themselves occupied in the meantime. In her spare room on the bed lay a dress, it was a cream sheath gown very simple and classic.

“I need you to try it on so I can fit it properly to you” Molly said as she tied up her hair.

“How did you - did you make this?” You ask overwhelmed.

“Tried to, I have always been a dab hand with a needle and I had some help from the girls in town. We couldn't find any white material but I think this is pretty close. Even had some lace left over from a curtain to make a veil”. You couldn’t help but pull her into your arms and thank her. You didn’t want anything fancy but you did have to admit the thought of being so underdressed at your own wedding had been daunting.

The day before your wedding, you found Joel in the bathroom with a razor exceedingly close to his jaw.

“Oh no - is the thought of marrying me really so bad or are you just worried about Tommy’s speech?” You sigh over dramatically, peering your head into the bathroom. Joel has a bit of a chuckle but goes back to focusing on the task at hand.

“I am actually trying to shave this thing before tomorrow” he says inching closer to the mirror for a better look. He seems defeated when you approach him and slowly take the blade from his hand, “Please don’t” you smile up at him, running your hand along the ruff hair on his jaw.

“Why not? Everyone else is telling me I should. That I should be clean shaved for the day” he gruffs.

“Because, I want my husband to look like Joel Miler” you say giving him a kiss before putting the blade away in a drawer.

“Plus you look sexy with a beard” you joke as he playfully taps your ass as you leave the room.

“Trust it to start snowing on the one day I put on a dress” you joke standing in the hallway of the church. Everyone else except you and Jesse were seated, Maria had decided to set a few round tables out for friends and neighbours to sit, with your and Joel’s family seated together at the front on a long table.

“You know most people would think that was romantic” Jesse laughed placing your arm in the crook of his. He asked if you were ready, ‘To marry Joel? Of course. To have everyone looking at me? Absolutely not’ you thought but you nodded and made your way into the church hall. The room had been adorned with fairy lights and kept simple like you had asked.

After the short service you and Joel sat side by side while members of you family celebrated with you. As Tommy got up to give his speech which Joel had insisted he did not have to give, you took Joel’s hand under the table “Just relax, how bad could it be?”. Turns out pretty bad, even cracking jokes about Joel’s first wedding years ago that just didn't quite land but that somehow made it all the more funny.

Ellie got up from her seat and cleared her throat as though she were about to give a follow up speech but Joel quickly sat her back into her seat “I don’t think I can take another one Kiddo”. Maria announced it was time for your first dance together as Mr and Mrs Miller, “But we didn’t pick a song?” You whispered in Joel’s ear as you make you way to the centre of the room.

“We didn’t but I thought you wouldn’t mind if I picked for us” he pulled you in as the music started playing. Crazy Love from your Van Morrison record started playing.

“A very nice choice Mr Miller. If I remember correctly this played the first night we spent together” you smile.

“It was Mrs Miller and we will spending tonight and every other night together from now on. I am going to feel a little bad taking that dress off you later though, you look stunning” he whispers and you can feel his breath on your neck as you both slowly sway to the music.

You settle into married life pretty quickly, not much changes it turns out except Joel occasionally calling you wife and you calling him husband. “You best make a call at Dr.Henry’s this morning” Joel called to you as you began putting your boots on to take Bruce out. You groan “Joel, I am perfectly fine. You know that”.

“Oh I know that darling but if you could just let Doc know that, maybe she will stop asking me to send my wife across for her final check up” he jokes but you agree to go.

“How’s the foot feeling?” Dr. Henry asks, she was a kind and warm women not much older than you.

“It’s honestly much better now, thank you so much for taking a look at it a couple weeks ago” you fake a smile. You felt bad but you hated being examined and wanted to leave the room as soon as possible.

“That’s good to hear, that’s good” she trails off.

“Great, do you mind if I get going?” You say quickly pulling your socks and boots back on before she can try and examine anything else like last time.

“Y/N, your foot isn’t why I asked you to come visit me. The last time I ran a couple different tests just to get a general view of your health” she sits down next to you.

“Yes I vaguely remember you sticking a needle in my arm and asking me to pee in a cup Doc. Please don’t make me do that again” you whine which makes the doctor laugh.

“No, it’s actually about the results from last time. I had a look at the samples and well - well you are pregnant”. She explains.

You feel what you thought was a knot in your stomach, but in a second you realise that knot was potentially a baby.

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prbuddha76 · 4 years

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A Weekend with a BBW sub Friday

Friday Evening

After reading one of her stories I had to read the rest of them. They were like Lays potato chips or tits, once you have had one; you just want to have them all. Anyway, she sounded like such an interesting person that I just had to contact her and let her know what I thought of her stories. I e-mailed her and asked her for a picture. In a couple of days I received an e-mail back with a picture of her. She was probably 20 years younger than me and was a vision of loveliness. She had dark hair, a cute face, a soft rounded belly, and large feminine hips. Since it was a frontal clothed view I could not see what I was sure was a cute little fat ass, just made for spanking. I was so fascinated by her picture that I reread some of her better stories while imagining the sweet angel in the picture as the centerpiece of the story. Needless to say I had to relieve myself several times. I e-mailed her back and asked for a picture of her beautiful full breasts. A couple of weeks passed without a response. I thought I had really screwed things up. Then one day I checked my e-mail and found a picture of the most perfect pair of tits that I had ever seen. They were full and firm looking with large nipples just begging to be sucked, kissed and fondled.

In the next couple of months we exchanged several e-mails and pictures. We became better acquainted as time went on. Then the opportunity finally came up. I had to go to St. Louis for my work. I contacted her to see if she could make the trip. When she agreed, I sent her a round trip ticket from New York to St. Louis for the first weekend in April. We agreed to meet at the bar at the Airport in St. Louis. I also told her to just pack an overnight bag, that if she needed anything else I would buy it for her.

I arrived at the bar on Friday evening about 20 minuets before her plane was scheduled to arrive and picked a table in the back corner. When she arrived I was pleased to see that she was even prettier in person than her pictures depicted. She was wearing jeans, a brown sweater and a knee length leather jacket. She came straight to my table and hugged me before being seated. I ordered her a drink. We talked for a little bit before I got down to business. I asked her for her return ticket. She handed it to me. I told her that at anytime she was free to leave; all she had to do was to ask for her ticket back. I would give her the ticket and put her in a cab to the airport. Until that time or until Sunday evening she was mine to do with as I pleased. If she failed or hesitated to do anything she would be punished. She was to do anything I told her to at any time and with anybody.

"You will address me as Sir and I will address you as Slut," I said. "Is that clear and agreeable?"

"Yes sir," She said.

"Good," I replied, "now is your chance to back out. Do you want your ticket back?"

"No, sir" was the reply.

"What do you have on under your jeans and sweater?" I asked.

"Just my bra and panties, sir," came the reply.

"I would like to see them, Slut," I told her.

She looked at me and looked around the crowed bar with that deer in the headlights look. I eased her tension by telling her to go to the restroom and remove and bring everything she had on back to me with the exception of her jeans, sweater and shoes. In a few minutes my slut returned to the table, her large breasts swaying freely under the sweater. She handed me a tightly wadded ball of cloth. I unwound it and neatly straightened her bra and laid it on the table next to me. She turned red and looked around to see who was noticing. I told her not to worry; that none of these people would ever see either of us again, so it did not matter what they thought. I then straightened her panties out and, noticing the damp spot on the crotch, brought it to my nose and inhaled her scent.

About that time the waiter arrived at our table and asked if we wanted another drink. I told him no, and that my slut would no longer be needing her undergarments so he could take them away also. I stood, said "come on Slut," and taking my jacket and her bag started out the door. I enjoyed the looks she and I were getting from the people around us who had heard the conversationwith the waiter. Once in the cab, I kissed my slut for the first time as I slid my hand under her sweater and fondled her breast. I noticed the cab driver, a man of about 65 years, watching everything in the mirror. I pulled her sweater up, revealing one breast, and we almost had a wreck. I told our driver that if he would drive, my lady would treat him to a good view of her tits before she got out. I felt my slut slightly stiffen at that remark. I slid her jacket off her shoulders and fondled both breasts. I knew this was having the desired effect by the small damp spot at the Y of her jeans and her heavy breathing. We pulled up in front of the hotel I had booked for the weekend. I paid the driver and told my slut to take off her sweater.

She looked at me and said, "here?"

I pinched her breast hard and told her, "do it." She pulled her sweater over her head and sat back in the seat with her full tits on display, the nipples looking like pencil erasers. The driver turned in the seat to stare at them. I said "now, Slut, since you hesitated in removing your sweater, you will give it to the nice driver as a tip."

I got out of the cab, walked around to the other side and opened the door. I picked up my slut's jacket and indicated that she should get out. When she did, I held the jacket for her to put on and waited for her to button it. With the jacket on you could not tell that she was topless, unless you looked closely. We entered the Hotel. I went to the desk and signed us in. The desk clerk gave me two key cards; I gave one back telling him that my slut did not need a key. I then took her arm and directed her to the hotel bar where we had another drink. I had my slut unbutton two more buttons on the top of her jacket. This unbuttoned it to below her breasts and exposed a massive amount of cleavage.

As we finished our drinks Slut said, "Sir, I need to go to the restroom." I directed her down the hall to the restrooms. At the end of the hall the men's was on the left and the women's on the right.

She started to push the right hand door open and I said "No, you come with me." We entered the restroom, which had 3 urinals and 2 stalls with doors. I walked to the closest urinal and handed her my jacket. I unzipped and gave her the first look at my cock, and look she did. After I finished I turned and went to the sink, with my cock still out and washed my hands. I then told her to wash my cock. She took soap and water in her hand and gently washed me, which only served to get me excited. I said "Now look what you have done" and pointed to the far stall. I stepped in behind her and took her jacket, hanging it on a hook on the back of the door.

She said "Please, Sir, I really do need to pee."

"So pee," I told her. She peeled down her jeans, revealing the most spankable ass I have ever seen. As she sat on the stool and let loose a stream of piss I stepped forward and poked my cock at her mouth. "Take care of this problem," I told her. She leaned forward and started sucking like a woman possessed. Let me tell you, she was one fine cock sucker. In just a few minuets I was dumping a load of cum into her mouth. To her credit, she did not spill a drop.

After she sucked the last little bit from my dick, she carefully tucked it back into my pants, zipped me up and said, "Thank You, Sir."

I told her to lean back so I could see her. She did so, but with her jeans on I could not see much, so I told her to take them off. She slipped off her shoes and then her jeans, leaving her wearing a pair of short white socks. I quickly reached down and slapped one of her huge breasts, then the other one.

With a shocked look she said "what did I do, Sir?"

"I told you to take off everything but your jeans sweater and shoes at the airport and here you still have socks on."

"I am sorry, Sir. I forgot I had them on." came the reply.

"This has earned you a spanking when we get to the room," I told her.

"Thank you, Sir," was all she said. About that time I heard the restroom door open.

I took her jacket and jeans, scooted her shoes towards her and said "come on" as I opened the stall door. There was a young man, about my slut's age standing at the urinal. I told her to wash her hands and her pussy. At this the young man spun partway around, pissing on the wall on the way. He watched as she first washed her hands, then taking soap and water, she spread her legs and washed her shaved pussy, patting it dry with a paper towel. I helped her put on her jacket and stuffed her jeans into the trash can. She started to button it and again I told her "No. Leave it unbuttoned. You can put your hands in your pocket and hold as much of it closed as you can, but that is all."

We left the rest room and went back to our table. I told her to get her overnight bag. In order to do this she had to take her hand out of her pocket and allow her jacket to gap open. She picked it up and jammed as much of her hand as she could back into her pocket. The jacket gapped open about an inch or so. If you were right in front of her you had a clear view of her pussy, which was rapidly becoming swollen and the lips were pushing into view. Once at the elevator I pushed the 25 button for our floor. I then located the security camera, placed my slut opposite of it and had her stand with her hands behind her head. This caused her jacket to open, exposing not only her pussy but also her rounded belly and breasts. I told her not to move until we reached our floor.

Two stories up the elevator stopped, the doors opened and a middle-aged couple stepped on. The man saw my slut first and grinned from ear to ear. The woman turned around after punching the 7 button and gasped. "Well I never," she exclaimed.

"If you had, life might be more interesting," I responded.

"Damn, that is the truth," the man said. The woman just stood and glared at him until the doors opened and they left. I leaned over and kissed my slut on the lips, the neck and both nipples for being such a good girl. Ok, we are here I told her. To her credit, she picked up her bag and just let the jacket flop open as we walked the hall, not even covering up as we met the custodian halfway down the hall. I looked at my watch as we passed the soda and ice vending machines and again as we reached our door, filing the information for later use.

Once in our room I took her jacket and hung it in the closet. I then told her to take off her shoes and socks and bend over the table. I slowly rubbed her sweet ass, running my finger between her nether lips. She moaned as I passed over her clit. Then quickly I gave her as a hard swat, followed by 9 more turning her ass cheeks a lovely shade of deep pink. That was for not minding at the airport. The insides of her thighs glistened as her juices ran in a steady stream from between her legs. I dropped my pants, stepped behind her and entered her in one long hard stroke. As I pumped her in long slow strokes I rubbed some of her juices onto her puckered ass hole. I eased one, then two fingers into it, working them to full depth. As I felt myself reaching my peak, I pulled my fingers out of her ass and my cock from her cunt at the same time and quickly drove my 8 inches balls deep in her ass. The scream and the clinching of her ass sent me over the edge. I pumped my load deep into her ass.

"You are such a good slut. Come on, lets get cleaned up," I said as I headed for the garden tub. After we washed and dried each other I told her that since she did not have much to wear we would stay in tonight and go shopping in the morning. I went to the phone, called Pizza Hut and ordered a pizza. I went to the door and opened it as wide as I could and let go, timing the swing. I told Slut to get the ice bucket from the bathroom. She handed it out to me.

I said, "no, you are going to get the ice." I told her it took 18 seconds to walk from the ice machine to the door, and took the door 7 seconds to close. I dropped 8 quarters in the ice bucket and told her I would hold the door open 30 seconds, then let loose. That gave her 37 seconds to get to the machines, get a bucket of ice, 2 sodas and get back to the room. If she did not make it, she would have to wait until the pizza delivery man arrived before I opened the door again. I pulled the door open and said go. To her credit, she took off at a dead run. Watching her naked ass run down the hallway had my cock twitching again. She had the ice bucket filled and one soda in 25 seconds. She dropped the last 4 quarters into the machine and hit the button, nothing happened. She pulled the coin return and change dropped into the return, quickly grabbing it she started to feed the coins back into the machine, a little slower this time. At the same time the door to the elevator opened and about a dozen college aged men stepped out and started pointing and walking towards her. I looked at my watch, 30 seconds; I stepped back into the room and let the door go. Just as the latch hit the door frame it burst back open and in she came. She looked so comical holding the soda cans in one hand and the ice bucket in the crook of the other arm with one large breast laying across the top of the ice like it was holding it in the bucket.

She looked at me, smiled and said, "thank you, Sir. I will get our drinks ready." We sat on the edge of the bed with the curtains open and the lights on looking out over the city, the lights of the arch in the background. We were in full view of anyone looking from the hotel across the street. A knock at the door followed by "Pizza Delivery" broke the silence.

Slut pulled the sheet over her; I pulled it back off and said, "get the door." She went to the door and let the pizza delivery boy in. The delivery boy turned out to be a black man with graying hair. He was grinning from ear to ear as he followed my slut into the room.

"Good looking slut, isn't she?" I asked him.

"That she is, my friend. You are a lucky man."

"Thank you," I said, "I truly am." He handed me the bill and I counted out the change back to him. I then took out a five and told him that he could have the five or a blow job from my slut, whichever tip he wanted. Without hesitation he unbuckled his pants and dropped them. My slut smiled at me and went to her knees in front of him. She gently pulled his boxers down revealing the biggest, blackest cock I had ever seen. It must have been 15 inches long and big enough around that my slut's hand would not completely encircle it. She took it in both hands and kissed and licked the head before holding it up and licking it like a Popsicle from base to head, she returned to the base and kissed his balls, trying without luck to suck one into her mouth; they were just too big. She kissed her way back to the tip and stuck her tongue as far up the slit as she could. Opening her mouth as far as she could, she slid the head in. Using both hands to help jack it as she sucked as much of it as she could into her mouth she gave it a thorough workout. Stuffing at least half of it into her mouth and down her throat my slut princess worked like a pro on the old man's huge cock.

"Oh god! I am going to cum!" he finally said. She pulled her head back to where just the tip was resting on her extended tongue. He shot a huge, heavy stream into her waiting mouth. She swallowed the first batch, then held the rest of his cum in her mouth. When he was spent, she held up a finger wanting him to wait a second. She opened the pizza, took out two slices and drizzled his cum on them. She looked at me and asked if this pleased me. I nodded. She then returned to the old man, picked up his cock, licked and sucked the tip to get the last of his load out, pulled his boxers and pants back up, fastened and zipped them and buckled his belt.

Standing, she gave him a big kiss on the lips and said, "thank you for making my master happy." As the man left she quickly downed the two pieces of pizza, smiling at me the whole time. I told her that since she had been such a good slut she was going to get a special treat. I got a couple of towels from the bathroom and sat her on the foot of the bed. I wrapped a towel around her knee and tied the ends of it to my belt, doing the same to the other side and using my tie. I had her lie back and tied my belt to the bottom leg of the bed pulling her leg to the side, as I did the same to the other side. This left her ass on the edge of the bed and her legs pulled as wide to the sides as they would go. Her pussy was spread open, the lips lying to the sides. Her clit was standing at attention, exposing itself above its little hood. I walked to the phone and called the front desk. I told the man that I would be needing more towels. I then went back, kneeled at the foot of the bed and kissed her square on the clit. I licked her pussy, sucking the lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. Juice was almost bubbling out of her pussy as the knock came at the door. I opened the door to find a very thin middle-aged woman wearing a gray dress and holding a pile of towels. I stepped back, blocking her view of the bed as I allowed her into the bathroom. As she stacked the towels on the rack I asked her if she knew how to adjust the blinds; that my friend was afraid someone would see her. She nodded and walked into the main room. She stopped short and looked at my slut, who smiled back at her. Without a word she went to the curtains and closed them, then opened them again.

She looked at me then at her and said "I think she would really rather have them opened because it gives such a nice view to our competition". I told her I thought she was right. She nodded towards my slut and said, "that looks interesting."

I said, "I was just eating her and liked the way she was spread open." The woman walked to the foot of the bed, letting her fingers gently graze Slut's thigh and clit as she walked. She looked at Sluts wide open cunt and licked her lips.

"Go ahead," I said, "enjoy yourself." With that, the woman sank to her knees and started licking and kissing Slut's pussy and clit, making an occasional dip down to her ass hole.

Finally I said "why don't you let her return the favor?" The lady looked at Slut, then at me and grinned.

"Are you sure?" she asked as she started unbuttoning her dress. I smiled and nodded. She removed her dress, slip and panties, leaving her shoes and bra on. Then she climbed on the bed and lowered her hairy snatch to Slut's waiting tongue. As she ground her pussy into Slut's face I stepped to the foot of the bed, facing the woman, dropped my pants and slid my already stiff dick as deep as I could into my slut. As I fucked her the lady leaned over and licked Slut's clit and the base of my dick. The lady suddenly sat straight up, pulled her bra up freeing her small tits, twisted her nipples and squealed. Her face twisted in orgasm. Watching her put me over the edge for the third time that day. I pulled my cock out and sprayed cum on Slut's tummy and pussy. The housekeeping lady leaned over, licked the cum up, sucked the last drop from my dick and got up off the bed. She dressed, leaned over and kissed Slut on the mouth, came around to the foot of the bed, kissed her again on the pussy and turned and kissed me on the head of my dick before thanking us and leaving. I untied Slut, helped her to the bathroom and again spent some time in the garden tub with her. After we dried each other off we shut the lights off and fell into bed, falling to sleep looking out over the city, thinking of what tomorrow would bring.

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lokis-little-kitten · 6 years

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No Man Allowed (Female LokixReader) LGBTQ+ 4

Summary: after being abused in Hydra you have gotten a serious fear of men. Only Natasha, Wanda and Bucky have been able to get closer to you than five until now without you having a panic attack until a mesmerising woman enters your room. Warnings: Angst, panic attacks.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 MASTERLIST

You sit in the large living room chair even though you are one of the smallest people on the team. It has been a week since your secret came out and besides that Loki asks about the fun things every now and then nothing has changed.

The pictures Natasha took hang on the large photo wall she pushed upon everyone. The wall was empty so she decided to just hang a lot of pics on there. Every now and then someone else hangs up a picture but that is very rare.

Loki walks in with a serious look on her face. You look up from your book and look at her. ‘’Hey,’’ you squeak. ‘’I think you should start pacing. We can’t stay here any longer.’’ You frown deeply. You put away the book and sit up.

‘‘What do you mean?’‘ ‘‘Our flight leaves in three hours so we better hurry.’‘ Still confused you just look at her. She holds up two plane tickets and suddenly smiles. ‘‘We are going to visit your husband.’‘ You smile widely and giggle.

‘‘Ex,’‘ you smile as you run up to her. You throw yourself around her with your legs wrapped around her hips. She quickly grabs you tightly so you don’t fall. You kiss her few times happily.

Tony who is sitting on the couch- of course, he- breaks you up. ‘’Please get a room.’’ ‘’Sure, yours.’’ Loki turns around and walks towards the rooms. You can see Tony his disgusted face.

‘‘Don’t you fucking dare!’‘ Loki loudly laughs and putts you down. ‘‘Don’t worry Stark, we don’t have time for that,’‘ she calls over her shoulder before whispering; ‘‘not right now.’‘ You giggle and walk into your room. You walk into your room and quickly pack a large bag with clothes.

Soon after you and Loki leave for the aeroplane. An eight-hour plane flight you both slept through you end up in your homeland. Soon you are in a taxi towards the hotel you will stay.

The hotel is luxurious with a large room plus living room. In there Loki jumps on the bed messing it up right away. ‘’Really?’’ She smirks and opens her arms for you. Quickly you snuggle up with her.

‘‘Thank you for all of this.’‘ She kisses your hair and holds you close. ‘‘So, we can go shopping for a while, eat and stay in the rest of the night and go to the hospital tomorrow or we could go there now and do all that tomorrow and see what we do the last day here?’‘ ‘‘Shopping now sounds perfect.’‘

A few hours later you come back with large bags filled to the top with clothes and other things. You also purchased two new bags to take everything home with.

You eat in the restaurant and go to the movies afterwards. Back in the hotel you just sit at the pool for a moment. An elder lady sits down next to you and smiles. ‘’Newlywed,’’ she asks. You look at her a little surprised.

‘‘Oh, no. She and I are together for just a few weeks. We are here to visit a friend.’‘ You look at Loki her glorious body as she dives from the one side of the pool to the other.

‘‘How did you know we are together,’‘ you ask. It is not very usual for to girls to be together, especially not if you do not wear it out. ‘‘The way you look at her. Pure love.’‘ ‘‘I see.’‘ The woman smiles at you. ‘‘You know what you guys should do?’‘ You look up. ‘‘Visit the Anne Frank house. If you buy tickets online you don’t have to wait in line and it is the perfect way to see Amsterdam.’‘

Anne Frank.

Where did you hear that name? Somewhere you heard it. If only you could remember! You think deep. Deeper than you ever went.

Bergen Belsen! That is where you heard it. You were in Bergen Belsen in 1944...

The man rips off the socks from her lifeless body. ‘’Don’t! You’ll wake her up,’’ the girl next to her calls loudly. Someone else takes the ‘ pillow’ she was laying on.

The girl cries loudly. You crawl towards her. She looks absolutely horrible. Her hair was shaved off and started to grow back in all different directions. ‘’Who... who was she?’’ She looks at you with empty eyes.

‘‘Margot, my sister.’‘ ‘‘I’m so sorry for you.’‘ The girl looks back at her body. ‘‘What is your name,’‘ you ask her. ‘‘Anne... Anne Frank.’‘ ‘‘I am Y/N, Y/L/N. I’m sorry but she does not have to suffer anymore.’‘ You look at her body. Her eyes are closed which means she passed away in her sleep.

‘‘Now she will never be a nurse.’‘ Anne caresses her head a little with her pale and skinny fingers. You just look at her not knowing what to say. You just pull some bread from your dress hiding it for everyone else.

‘‘Here.’‘ She looks at it with wide eyes. ‘‘You look hungry.’‘ She takes the bread shaking and starts to eat. ‘‘Thank you. How did you get here?’‘ ‘‘I helped Jews hide and got them food. I was in the resistance back in the Netherlands.’‘ She looks up. ‘‘I was hiding in Amsterdam, someone betrayed us and they found us.’‘ ‘‘That is horrible.’‘

Suddenly a Nazi is in front of the barrack. ‘’Y/N, Y/L/N. Out, now!’’ Quickly you stand up giving Anne one last look. ‘’Do not give up.’’ You walk to the man who grabs your arm and escorts you to the gates to the camp.

A van with a weird logo on it is parked in front of the gates. ‘’This is her.’’ They grab your arms and push you in the van.

Someone lays their wet hands on your face. ‘’Hey, Y/N, wake up.’’ You rip yourself from the memorie and look Loki in her eyes. Apparently, you were crying and shaking.

‘‘It was so horrible,’‘ you cry, ‘‘dead everywhere...’‘ ‘‘Did you remember something?’‘ You only nod. The elderly lady is still next to you but sitting up worriedly.

‘‘Is she okay?’‘ ‘‘Yeah, post-traumatic stress disorder. Do you know what triggered it?’‘ ‘‘No.’‘ ‘‘Anne... Anne Frank,’‘ you mumble. ‘‘Okay, baby girl, you need to stand for me okay?’‘ Loki pulls you up and helps you back to the room.

There she just holds you and lets you talk as much as you need. When you are silent for a moment she opens her mouth. ‘’I’m sorry baby girl... I really am.’’ You hide your face in her chest. ‘’I wish I did not remember.’’ Loki runs her hands through your hair trying to calm you down.

‘‘I’m so sorry, baby girl. Can I do something to make it better?’‘ ‘‘Can we just watch Doctor Who or something?’‘ ‘‘Of course.’‘ Loki stands up and gets the laptop. She starts the laptop and logs in on the hotel wifi. She starts the science fiction show and you watch in silence.

That night you can’t sleep. What is so special about that girl... about Anne? You crawl out of Loki her arms and pick up the laptop from the edge of the bed. You type in her name.

Anne Frank.

Soon you find all kinds of results about her and her diary. You read articles and watch Youtube clips about her. ‘’Y/N? What are you doing, baby girl?’’ You turn your head and stop the video.

‘‘Looking her up.’‘ Loki sits up and closes the laptop. ‘‘Don’t. Not here and now.’‘ You lay back into her arms. She holds you even closer this time, probably to make sure you don’t sit up again.

‘‘She died about ten days after I met her.’‘ Loki caresses the side of your face and kisses your temple. ‘‘Sleep, please.’‘ You curl up as you would usually do and close your eyes.

‘‘I’m scared,’‘ you whisper. ‘‘What for?’‘ ‘‘Bad dreams?’‘ You feel her lips on your forehead. ‘‘Do you want me to enter your mind?’‘ You think for a moment but then answer her. ‘‘Yes please.’‘

That night Loki guards you against all the bad dreams that may come your way.

The next morning you feel a lot better. Loki was right, you needed a good night sleep! You have breakfast and then get ready to go to the hospital. You wear a dress and two braids in your hair, much like you always wore. The dress looks much like the ones people wore in the 40′s and is a dirty yellow colour.

‘‘Hey,’‘ Loki breaths as she wraps her arms around you and lays her head on your shoulder from behind. ‘‘Do you think he remembers me?’‘ ‘‘I don’t know, little one. Are you ready?’‘ ‘‘Yeah.’‘

You leave for the hospital and arrive there not much later. You ask for him and are told where he is. Loki helps you find the room and when you arrive you are pleased to see he is alone. You knock on the door.

He looks up and calls for you to come in. You do but tell Loki to wait for just a moment. She understands and sits down still looking closely at you through the room.

‘‘Hey,’‘ you speak softly. ‘‘Hello,’‘ Arnold smiles. You missed his smile and bright eyes. ‘‘Am I dead,’‘ is the first thing he asks, ‘‘are you here to bring me to heaven?’‘ ‘‘No. I am not here to bring you to heaven Arnold.’‘ ‘‘Hell then? I did not see that coming.’‘ You sit down next to his bed and grab his hand.

‘‘Why do you think I am here to take you?’‘ ‘‘Oh... my dear Y/N, you passed away ages ago. There is no other solution.’‘ ‘‘I never died Arnold. I was taken and kept frozen until they needed me. That is why I still look the same.’‘ He frowns deeply.

‘‘When I heard you were dying I needed to see you.’‘ He smiles brightly. ‘‘I... I don’t understand.’‘ You squeeze his hand for a moment. ‘‘You don’t need to. Let’s just talk.’‘ He smiles at you.

‘‘I have missed you so much,’‘ he speaks not long after. Soon you guys talk about all kinds of things when Loki walks in. ‘‘Who is this pretty girl?’‘ You blush a little and grab her hand.

‘‘My girlfriend, Loki.’‘ ‘‘It is a pleasure to meet you. Careful, though, she is one of my favourite persons in the world. Hurt her and I will hurt you,’‘ Arnold chuckles. ‘‘I will treat her as a princess as long as she will have me.’‘ He smiles widely. ‘‘Good.’‘

You turn to Loki and smile. ‘’What is it?’’ ‘’Visiting hour is over.’’ You nod and look back at Arnold. ‘’We have to go...’’ ‘’That is alright. Would you please come back tomorrow?’’ ‘’I will come in the morning.’’ He smiles widely again. ‘’Thank you.’’ You leave again and walk out of the room.

‘‘So, how was it,’‘ Loki ask you wrapping an arm around. ‘‘Like it always was for some reason... I don’t know it feels like I left yesterday and came back today.’‘ She nods. ‘‘Do you want to stay longer... you know. Until he passes away?’‘ You nod a little.

‘‘I wish we could.’‘ ‘‘I can pull some strings for you and have us stay longer.’‘ ‘‘I don’t want to burden you,’‘ you mumble, ‘‘I can stay here alone.’‘ ‘‘No, it is fine. I go back tomorrow to pick up more stuff. I hope you don’t mind staying in the hotel?’‘ ‘‘And living of Tony his money, hell no.’‘ Loki chuckles and kisses your forehead.

You walk out of the hospital and take a train to your hometown. You take pictures and show her your old house. You shop a little more in the afternoon you go back to the hotel and you watch some more Netflix.

Loki cooks since there is a little kitchen in the hotel. You eat in the living room and watch out the large window. The next morning you see Arnold again who is very pleased to see you. In the evening Loki leaves to pick some things up and explain the plan to other people.

Rogers was, obviously, sold right away. Other wished you guys a good time and supported it... eventually. Loki comes back when everything is sorted and is soon back in your arms... or you in hers.

Epilogue

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Figs and Charlotte

It’s 2018 and I am visiting my good old friend in a small remote village in the south of France. I haven’t seen her in years and can’t wait to spend some quality time with her. She’s staying with her kids at her parent’s place so I booked myself into a small, and as it turns out quite cute, B&B close to her place. The village is famous for its clay pottery and so it happens that the B&B is in an old pottery fabric. Everything is the color of terracotta. My friend’s parents grow grapes and have a lovely fruit garden. We go pick peaches, apricots and figs fresh from the tree each day … On the morning of the second day, I take my plate full of fresh fruit and walk to the little terrace in the backyard of my room to sit in the sun and enjoy my fruits. Walking up the concrete stairs to the little terrace, I catch a glimpse of a guy lying on the ground, earphones in his ears, doing yoga. I hesitate for a moment but then decide to go back. I would basically need to step over him in order to get to the chairs. Way too shy and respectful of his privacy for that.

Saturday night. The kids are at sleep. Maria and me decide to enjoy some quality time. We grab a bottle of wine and simply drag out some chairs from my room onto the street and set up our own little private bodega on the street. We’re drinking lovely wine and are chatting about all sorts of things. We have plenty to catch up. Suddenly the sound of a Ukulele gets to our ears from one of the windows above. Portuguese? She says and looks at me. I try to listen. Yeah. Sounds like Portuguese. We giggle a bit and continue chatting. The sound gets louder and suddenly you can hear two voices sing. We listen for a bit, suddenly the music stops. We look up at the window where the music came from and the guy from the morning appears in the window. “Hi” he says waving down to us. “Hi” we say back.

We keep chatting about her marriage, about my divorce, about live here and there. Suddenly Mr. Portuguese Ukulele Yogi walks down the street. We start chatting about how we heard him sing in Portuguese. He’s Brazilian so yes, it was Portuguese. He says he’s visiting his friend who is staying here. Two minutes later also his friend comes down the street. A funny looking guy in dangaroos, his colorful socks pulled up towards the knees, his dark beard shaved in a funny way, one long earring dangling from his left ear. After a bit more chit chat I ask if they don’t want to join us. “We have some more chairs we can pull out”. Without hesitation they agree. Fernao, that’s the name of the Brazilian, is tall, curly wild hair, glasses. Looks a bit nerdy. Not as hot as I thought from the glimpse I caught of him in the morning but still quite cute. Sami, is from Iran but lives in Austin, Texas, he is into pottery which is why he is here in this village; he starts telling us how he got totally hooked on it by watching YouTube videos and now he finds himself here, learning from the best of the best. He’s a storyteller, that much is clear. I like story tellers. He’s much shorter than Fernao, but has very dark, mysterious eyes.

We chat about things for a while when Maria suddenly gets a phone call. Her daughter has fever. She has to leave. I’m sad she has to leave. It was so nice catching up and even now, talking to these strangers together as if we were on a holiday somewhere together in our early 20s.

I stick around and chat some more with the two guys. I can’t really say what they’re up to. Sami makes me a compliment suddenly about how beautiful my face is. I have to laugh cause at this point of time I consider my face anything else but beautiful. I look over to Fernao, shrugging in his direction as if to say “what’s wrong with your friend”. We keep on drinking wine and talk about space, aliens, nature, random encounters. I ask if either one of them smokes and Sami gets up getting his tobacco from his room. We smoke. We drink wine. We talk. Cats join us. Sami feeds them so they stick around meowing for more food. Suddenly without any clear reason why, we all get up and there’s a sense of “party is over”. We all take the chairs inside, clear up the stuff, hug each other good night “was nice to meet you”.

Somehow, I’m relieved I didn’t end up in bed with either one of them. Not that there would have been clear interest from their side anyways but I’ve been having a bad conscious about my promiscuous lifestyle lately and that would have been too much. And I’m here to visit my friend and not to fuck around. Good girl.

The next morning I’m about to hop into the shower when someone knocks on my door. It’s Fernao. He’s got no shirt on. I’m only wrapped in a towel. “Good morning!” – “Good morning”. “Sami and I are planning to go to this remote beach today. We have a rental so we can drive around. I was wondering, well, I’m sure you have plans but if not, if you’d like to join us.” I explain that I don’t know because I need to wait for Maria to contact me. Her daughter has fever so I don’t know what’s going to happen. “Ok sure, well, let us know or at least come up for a coffee anyway.” “Sure.”

I get into the shower smiling.

I make myself another fruit plate and go to the terrace upstairs. Fernao is again there doing Yoga. But this time I dare to pass him and sit on one of the sun chairs. We chat a bit. He continues his yoga. Tells me how yesterday he got up at 7am and did a 3 hour yoga session. This place energizes him. Maria calls. Her daughter had bad fever last night and her sister’s dog died. I tell her not to worry about me, she should be with her family. I will go to the beach with the guys.

Within a few hours we are on our way to the beach. It’s a bit of a drive but eventually we get there. The beach can be reached after walking for about 15min through sand dunes. It’s scorching hot. Fernao is carrying his botijo with him. Sami carries his Ukulele and a football.

We get to the beach. It is anything else but remote. It’s filled with people. Naked people. It’s a nudist beach. I make nervous jokes, how funny it is that we think we’re going to some remote beach and we end up at a nudist beach. “Well, it’s not like we were going to wear swim wear at a remote beach anyways”, Fernao says. It doesn’t take 5min and both of them are butt naked. Great.

First round of swimming I leave on my bikini. But when Fernao starts to make handstands and wheels in the sand with his shlong dangling around I feel seriously overdressed and tell myself “ah what the fuck”. I take off my bikini. I’m not exactly comfortable with my body in broad sunlight. My boobs are tiny and my nipples are ugly when they’re not hard. But well. It’s not like those two are carved out of stone either.

I don’t exactly remember when but at some point I realize that Fernao is flirting with me.

I lay on my stomach, taking in the full sun. Fernao starts touching my back. I don’t know why but it makes me insanely horny. We swim, we eat, we drink beer, we swim – life could be worse. At some point Fernao is playing the Ukulele and Sami starts to massage my feet. And I’m lying there on my back wondering HOW DID I GET HERE? How am I here? On this beach, with these guys? By the way, not sure this is clear but they are both really nice fellas. Not dodgy at all. Just really nice, funny guys.

I did start to think at some point if they have some twisted plan of luring me into a threesome. For a second I am wondering if I could be convinced but no. Seems a bit much.

We go for another swim. It feels great to jump naked in the waves.

It’s getting late and I start to have a bad conscious about having fun here with these guys while Maria needs to deal with her sick daughter and a sad sister. I tell the guys that I need to get out of the sun; maybe we could start thinking of going back soon? They don’t really seem to want to and I don’t really want to push for it, since it’s their car and I don’t want to ruin their fun. I say I go for another swim and then we see.

When I get back from the water, Fernao has explored the area in the dunes and says there is a nice place in the shade where we can hang out for a little longer. I agree. We take our stuff to the dunes and make up a camp. Fernao even brought his hammock… :D

We hang out for a little longer and decide to go back. Finally. It’s already 7pm or sth.

Once we’re back I get in touch with Maria and we meet for dinner. After that, I go upstairs to join the guys. We drink some wine, chat. Sami goes to sleep. I guess he noticed Fernao and me flirting with each other. Fernao and me have been caressing each other’s back and hair all day. I think it takes not even 1min after Sami left and we’re kissing. I am so horny. How does this guy make me so horny? My Argentinian and Colombian friends have been telling me how Latin American guys are just different. Boy were they right. We’re sitting on the sun chair kissing and Fernao is leaning in on me when suddenly the fabric of the chair breaks and we’re both landing on the floor. We’re laughing.

We get up and continue kissing against the wall when he asks: “Can I take you somewhere where I can take all these clothes off?” Yes please.

We go to my room. As soon as I close the door behind me, Fernao pushes me against the wall, holds up my hands above my hand, kisses me passionately and seems to have his hands all over me. He lifts up my dress, squeezes my but, kisses my neck. I wrap my arms around him, he lifts me up so I am against the wall, legs wrapped around him. I slide down, he opens the zipper of my dress, slowly slides it down my shoulders. I’m not wearing a bra. I’m only in panties. He looks at me and smiles. Takes my hand and guides me to the bed. We make passionate love until we fall into a soft slumber. A few hours we wake up, make love again…

In the morning, we wake up next to each other. He says “Yesterday morning, Sami asked me what I’d like for today. And I said “Figs and Charlotte””.

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nowthenlove-blog · 6 years

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No. 6: Countdown To Baby

summary: The final twenty-four hours of your first pregnancy. A panicking Van, cute chats with Mary and the arrival of baby number one.

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24 hours to go:

'Yer can't actually be telling me that you haven't even started packing the bag? Babe, it was all I left ya to do. What happened if you go into labour and all this stuff isn't done.' Van had been overprotective of you from the day he found out about the pregnancy, he took over as many jobs as he could for you, never letting you stay on your feet for very long. 'Happy mummy, happy baby,' he would say. He no longer had to protect just you, there was a small human to think about, the small human which was inside you. This meant he had to be twice as caring towards you as ever. You thought his attitude would wear off after a couple weeks but you soon came to realise that this was going to continue on until the baby was born and no doubt a while after too. The main reason the bag wasn't packed was because you didn't really know what you needed, you were sure you'd been told a dozen times however pregnancy brain does weird things to the mind. Particularly memory. The task was eventually passed down onto Van, who did the smart thing of making a list of everything you could possibly need. With the help of pinterest and mumsnet that is.

1. Hospital Notes: You had these sorted, they were in your bedside drawer. You used to keep them downstairs but during sleepless nights you reread these notes to help calm your nerves. You, like most mothers, ocassionally found yourself living in a spot of worry, and these notes would help relax your thoughts, remind you that everything was going to plan; everything was okay. You hadn't prepared yourself for the anxiety and worry that came alongside pregnancy, all anyone ever talked about was the feeling of joy that came from creating a human.

2. Your Clothes: Mary had helped with this, her experience with in this situation came in handy. Loose fitting clothing were recommended so two pairs of pyjama pants and a couple of Van's tops. She had also recommended to you to bring double, 'Just in case.' Van packed these away before fetching the extra sofa bras and pack of disposable underwear, he had bought these, he didn't want you to stress about anything so he said he would sort it, but you insisted they be at least somewhat pretty, a bit of lace, or frill, or something. Just because you were going to give birth didn't mean you couldn't have a little luxury. You got a feeling you weren't going to feel that luxurious once the whole thing was underway.

3. A Wash bag: You had already put this together yourself, picky when it came to things like this; you just hadn't put it away in the bag. Inside was deodorant, a hairbrush and hair tie, a handheld fan, toothbrush and toothpaste, lip balm, some body wash and a flannel (The lavender kind, Van had read on a website that lavender smells sooth babies). You also were taking extra towels and a pillow. Van had a packed your current read, saying if you needed anything else, you were sure there would be a shop in the hospital for magazines.

4. Baby Clothes: This was the exciting part, Van had packed way too many onesies and vests, alongside a soft woollen hat, he was worried about your child being cold. He had also packed far too many nappies and more shawls and muslin squares than needed. Socks and booties had been stuffed in to the side pocket of the bag, pink and blue, you didn't know which one would be needed yet. The over-packing was representation of his true excitement, he just wanted to make sure there was plenty of everything you could possibly need. You went baby clothes shopping together, both in store and online, but almost every other day Van was returning with a little something extra, something he was sure your child could not be without. People would be thinking you were expecting triplets and the sheer amount of baby supplies.

Van also packed cash, some moisturiser, a phone charger and had already put the baby car seat in the car, you weren't due for a couple days and first borns are never born on time so you weren't worried. But Van wanted to be ready, his child wasn't going to catch him off guard.

Starting tomorrow, Mary would be spending her days at your home. Just in case anything happened whilst Van had to pop out. He had tried his best to clear his schedule for you, he wanted to be there to reassure you and mostly he was. There was just a couple things he had to get sorted, which was why Mary was going to be staying in the spare room. Van had offered for Bernie to stay too, but he felt it would be overcrowding around you, and you needed to feel calm and relaxed.

This was going to be your last night alone with Van until baby. So technically, this was going to be your last night alone with Van full stop. You had something you needed him to do for you, but you didn't know how to approach it. Van would never say no to your needs, especially when you were carrying his child, you just weren't sure whether you could handle him doing this. You needed Van to shave your legs.

Bikini Waxes were all well and good, but waxing your legs would've been torture, instead, you had left your legs alone. You didn't have an issue with body hair, and certainly neither did Van, but you found something comforting about having bare skin, nothing more than a personal preference, and you knew you would feel a little bit better to be in the delivery room with recently shaven legs. Although you had no doubt that they probably wouldn't even notice, it was more for your peace of mind than anything else. Possible another little luxury you were allowing yourself.

'Van?' You had sat down on the floor in the bathroom, with the razor in hand, and there was little chance of you getting back up again your size was restraining a lot of your movement. 'Van I need you to come to the bathroom please!' You could hear him running up the stairs, you swore you heard him stumble a little too. You hoped he wouldn't be this clumsy with the baby.

'What's wrong? You okay?' You realised then you should probably been a little clearer, the poor boy no doubt would've thought you were going into labour, then and there, in the bathroom.

'Nothing, I'm fine. I need a favour. Can you sit?' You patted the space next to you and once he had sat, you handed him the razor. 'Can you shave my legs, it's just, I haven't in a while, and I kind of have a minor obstruction in my way y'know?' He smiled at you when you asked this, before placing the razor on the floor and his hands on your bump.

'Anything for you two.'

Van was much better at this than you thought, although you knew he would've had practice shaving before. You could feel him going extra gentle as he did it, he didn't want to hurt you. A towel had been placed underneath you legs and Van was using water from a jug and shaving cream to remove the hair. Dipping his hand in the water, cupping a little in his palms before releasing it over your calf, he applied a little cream and shaved with extreme care and caution. Van appreciated you letting him do this, a lot more than he let on. He was currently worshipping the ground you walked on, you were creating him a child, but in all honesty, he always had and always will treat you in this way.

'Thank you Van.'

'Like I said love, anything for you two.'

12 hours to go:

You had felt weird all morning, a little sick and very tired. You were used to these feelings though. Pregnancy had very much put you through your paces, morning sickness, insomnia, swollen ankles, back pain, you name it, you felt it. So feeling a bit off was not surprising, you were heavily pregnant after all. You were flicking through the channels on the TV in the living room when Mary took a seat next to you. She rubbed your shoulder a little sympathetically, after all, she knew what you were going through being a mother herself. You explained to her that things felt more off than usual and she she responses in the exact same way Van would have. 'Fancy a cuppa? Makes everything better.' .....

'Hey Mary? What does your waters breaking feel like?' Mary sat down on the sofa, placing a cup of tea and two biscuits on the coffee table.

'It kind of feels as if you've just peed yourself, almost gushing. There's not much dignity in this sort of thing I'm afraid. Why?'

'Well, either I've just peed myself or my water's broke.'

8 hours to go:

Van drove, Mary had to keep reminding him to slow down. He was driving as if you were about to give birth in the back seat. 'Babies take a while dear,' She kept repeating, an attempt to calm him. You felt as if he was much more likely to be excited than worried, knowing Van. But you were secretly glad of his speedy driving, you'd feel better in the care of the maternity ward.

Your contractions were still few and far apart so walking was managable, painful, but managable. Van had paid for you to go private for your pregnancy, you had no issue with using the NHS, but Van insisted that he wanted this for you. You weren't complaing though, the room you had made you feel instantly calmer. What you hadn't and couldn't have prepared for was the pain, Van kept reminding you it would be worth it in the end. You knew it would be, holding your child in your arms for the first time would put all this into perspective. But damn, it hurt. And you knew this was only the beginning.

0 hours to go:

You cried. Van cried. You screamed. The baby screamed. Van cut the cord. He really wanted to do that. She was loud, she was definitely going to be a non-stop talker when she got older. Most importantly of all though, was she was a 'she'.

Only seconds after your final push, she was held to your chest, wrapped in a pink woollen blanket. She was crying bloody murder as she pressed to your skin, but you didn't mind. She was healthy and she was here. Mary was right, dignity had really gone out of the window but you didn't care. You were holding your bundle of joy. She looked up at you through thick eyelashes and bright blue eyes met yours. She had tufts of white blonde hair and tiny little stubs of fingers, even more perfect than you had even began to imagine.

Van held her and immediately fell in love. Her screams and cried stopped in his arms and her bright eyes stared back at his. She fell in love with him too. You could tell she was going to be a daddy's girl. Van had tears in his eyes as he held his daughter, so did you, you two had created this perfect baby, and as she transfixed herself on Van's shiny necklace you felt completely in love with her, and the person holding her.

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Warmth (Part 4)

Hi friends! So so so sorry that I've been MIA these past few weeks. Final's were hell, but on the bright side my thesis for next semester was approved and I was accepted into law school, so yay! I hope everyone did well on their finals as well and is currently enjoying their Christmas/holiday break. I should hopefully be able to upload again soon, so I won't keep you hanging for much longer.

Also, I've sorta been working on some other stories (featuring Hiddles, obvi) and I wanted to know if you'd like to read them. I really appreciate all your kudos and I hope that means you really like what I'm writing, but any suggestion is welcome if you want to comment as well! Thank you all so much and enjoy!

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“You know, we’re going to have to leave the house at some point. People will start to wonder if we’ve disappeared.” I said, propping myself on my elbow. Tom was looking up at me and gently tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. My hand was absentmindedly tracing his jaw. “We’ve left the house.” He defended. I scoffed and rolled my eyes; “a few trips to the grocery store doesn’t count! And going back and forth from my place to yours doesn’t count either.” I retorted. I laid my back down on the bed and he rolled on top of me, trapping me between his arms. To whispered, “Where would you like to go?” while kissing my jaw and down my throat. “I don’t know, just… somewhere.” I said, trying to fight of his distractions.

Tom had returned to London two weeks ago and it felt like we hadn’t seen the outside world since. Not that I’m complaining; being wrapped up with Tom has been one of the most deliciously romantic experiences of my life, but I was starting to miss interactions with others. “Two weeks ago, you didn’t want to leave the house for an hour, but now you can’t wait to get out. Have you already grown tired of me?” He asked sarcastically while moving his mouth towards my chest. “Two weeks ago, you agreed to go out with others when you hadn’t seen me in weeks. Now I can’t get you to step outside for more than five minutes. Sounds to me like someone’s becoming a little obsessed.” I mocked. He moved his kisses back up towards my neck, nipping slightly as he did before getting right next to my ear and whispering “you’re right about one thing.” I felt myself shudder in desire.

I placed my hands around his neck and brought his mouth to mine, pressing against his lips hard. Our tongues fought for dominance, and his hand went to grip my hips while the other tangled in my hair. I hooked my legs around his hips, feeling his erection pressing into my abdomen. Tom started peppering kisses down my jaw and I chuckled a little; “you’re insatiable, Thomas.” I felt him grin against my collarbone, “You love it, as I love you.” With those magic words, I felt my body grow much more needy. Something about a gorgeous man confessing his love to me heightened my desire more than I thought possible. I took initiative and flipped us over so that I’d finally have some leverage. I clasped my hands around his face and moved my mouth along with his. His hands grazed my sides and rested on my ass, giving it a good squeeze. I kissed down his chest, and made sure to rub his member against my core. I heard him whimper slightly and smiled to myself.

“I like it when you take charge…” He breathed, with closed eyes and trying to control himself. “You don’t let me very often.” I say, moving my body back up to face him and taking his cock in my hand, slowly moving it up and down. He swallowed thickly before speaking again, “I really like seeing you writhe beneath me.” I bit my lip and whispered to him “I want to see you come undone beneath me.” His breathing hitched and I lifted myself to hover over his center. I rubbed my dripping core against his erection a few times before sliding him into me. A string of profanities left his lips as I slowly began riding him. His hands went up to my breast, squeezing them and rubbing my hardened nipples. We both got sloppier as we felt our orgasm approaching. His eyes stared intensely into mine, while I struggled not to throw my head back at how good he felt inside of me. My breathing became short and his hips were bucking into me. I closed my eyes for a split second before I heard him growl, “I want you to look at me when I fill you.” And it brought me to my edge. It took everything I had to keep my eyes open, staring into his deep blue ones and my orgasm spread through my body. Seconds later he lost himself and spilled into me, repeatedly saying my name.

I collapsed on top of him as soon as our orgasms came to an end. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed a lazy kiss to my temple as we both tried to regain our breath. “I can see why you like that.” I said, resting my head in the crook of his neck. He smiled down at me, but there was a glint of sadness in his eyes that made a shot of fear run through my body. “You’re so beautiful… sometimes I don’t even think you’re real. I worry that I’ll touch you too hard or close my eyes for too long and you’ll just disappear.” Tom said. My brows furrowed at this confession. Was he really scared of that? I’m not sure there was anything in my body that would allow myself to leave him; if anything, I was worried that he’d be the one to leave me. “I know what you feel, I feel it to sometimes. But I’m real; you and I are real; this is real. Please don’t be afraid that I’ll leave you. I won’t.” His eyes softened, but there was still a sense of lingering sadness behind them. He decided that was enough for right now and pressed lazy open-mouthed kisses all over me before rolling us on our side. It wasn’t long before sleep found us both.

I woke up to the sound of water running. My eyes slowly opened to see the bathroom door ajar and steam billowing out. Tom’s large frame came into focus. He was standing at the sink, completely naked, carefully shaving his jaw. I groggily got out of bed and walked behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso from behind. I rested my head on his back, breathing in his scent. “Good evening.” He spoke, low and not entirely focused on me. “You showered without me.” I pouted, letting my hands roam over his body and placing gently kissed down the center of his back. “You looked too peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb you.” He said. I let out a ‘humph’ and he chuckled slightly. I grazed my hand along his member and felt his breath hitch slightly. I smirked and took him into my hand, slowly pumping back and forth. “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.” He growled playfully. “What makes you think I’m not going to let you finish?” I teased and felt him twitch in my hand. I could tell now that he was struggling to keep focus on shaving, and his hands were shaking slightly. He was hard now, his body betraying him. I felt a bead of pre-cum leak out and swirled my thumb on his tip. I heard his razor drop onto the counter and I smiled at my effect over him. He braced his hands against the counter, no doubt trying to control his breathing. He moaned and my name spilled from his lips as I used my other hand to squeeze his balls and began slightly nipping at his back. It wasn’t long until I felt him spill into my hand, cursing and gripping the counter so tightly I thought he might break it. I pumped my hand, milking out the rest of his orgasm.

It took him a little while to gain his composure and I felt slightly proud that after all the sex we’ve had, I could still make him cum with just my hands. He suddenly spun me around and lifted me up so that I was sitting on the counter. His lips hungrily attacked mine and his hands immediately started moving up my thighs. “Ugh-un,” I started and pushed him away, “I’ve got to get in the shower, and you’ve got to clean this up.” I said, before licking my fingers clean of his cum. He watched intently as I swirled my tongue around each finger and licked up my palm, getting every last drop of cum that I could. “You’ll be the death of me.” He said resting his head on my shoulder. I smirked, pleased and hopped off the counter, and into the shower.

I shuddered slightly at the cold wind, gripping tighter onto Tom’s arm. “I told you to wear more layers. You get so cold so easily.” He reprimanded while grinning. I rolled my eyes at him, “I’m wearing, like, four shirts and three pairs of socks. I’m just an innately cold person.” I retorted. “That much I know.” He said mockingly, but with a glimmer of double meaning behind it. “You never told me where we’re going.” I said, changing the subject. “It’s about time that I take you on a proper date. I’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.” He grinned down at me. I bit my lip to keep from smiling too much. Despite the fact that we’d been together romantically for a few weeks and friends even longer than that, there was something thrilling about my first real date with Tom. “That doesn’t answer my question. Dates can technically be held anywhere.” I implored. “Don’t you trust me?” He said, faking offence. “No.” I said, suppressing a chuckle. He grinned and rolled his eyes. “Smart girl.” He said under his breath.

When we rounded the corner, I saw a movie theater up ahead and realization spread over me. “Dinner and a movie?” How classically romantic of you.” I said, smiling up at him. “I figure nothing about our relationship is very ‘classic’, so best to stick with tradition when we can.” He explained. I stopped walking, which prompted Tom to stop and turn to me. “Is that… are you okay with that?” He asked. I stood on my toes and kissed him. He stood, shocked by my sudden public display of affection, but soon melted into it and grabbed me by my waist while I placed my hands on his chest. “Thank you…” I whispered once we broke apart. “Anything for you, darling. Now come on, we don’t want to be late. We’ll have plenty of time to make out in the theater. I playfully slapped his chest before reassuming my position of clutching his arm.

We sat in the far back so that no one was behind us. Luckily no one had recognized us so far, and if they had, we didn’t see them. I tried to squelch the fear of having pictures of us put online before we even realized it, but for a brief moment I heard the words ‘try not to give them anything to write about’ my director had said to me. I had done a good job of not letting the fear get to me, but the closer Tom and I became, the more I could tell that James’ command would be hard to follow. Part of me felt bad about not telling Tom what he had said, but it’s truly for the best if I kept that information from him, for now.

Tom lifted the arm so that we could lean against each other during the movie, which was a bad idea. My legs were draped over his and his arm hung loosely around my shoulders while his other hand rested on my knee. We weren’t in the theater long before I noticed his hand slowly creeping towards my skirt. I gave him a sideways glance only to see him intently focused on the movie. Damn him for being such a good actor I thought to myself. I huffed and sat up a little straighter to indicate that I didn’t approve of what he wanted to do, but my body was betraying me as his did earlier in the bathroom. I could already fell my arousal and my underwear was becoming damper by the second. His hand finally went under my skirt and found exactly what he wanted to. He brushed his fingers over my panties and I let out a low hiss; “We’re in public.” I whispered, resting my face in his neck. “Even more reason to keep quiet.” He said, finally looking down at me. He pulled my panties aside and teased me a little before gradually putting one finger inside my dripping core. I bit my lip to keep from moaning and tried to keep my breathing as natural as possible. He painfully slowly started moving in and out, making me buck my hips in desperation for more friction. He finally inserted another finger making me gasp slightly, and he chuckled lowly at my reaction.

My hand slipped down his chest and began palming his erection through his pants. He quickly stopped his movements and whispered in my ear, “there’ll be plenty of time for that later… it’s your turn right now.” I slowly removed my hand and held onto his arm. His fingers resumed their work and he inserted a third finger before moving faster. My breath was shallow and I’d nearly broken the skin in my cheek from biting down so hard. I placed my mouth on his neck to keep me from making any noises, and I placed sloppy kisses on it. He curled his fingers to hit my g-spot and I gently bit down on his neck before licking it over with my tongue. I didn’t last much longer after that; I bucked into his hand one last time before feeling myself gush into him. He continued his ministrations for a little, letting me ride out my orgasm before removing his hand and licking it clean. I now realized how erotic he must have found it earlier today; watching him lick my juices almost made me forget why I was trying to keep quiet. After he was satisfied with the taste, I grabbed his face and started making out with him, tasting myself on his lips.

Eventually the movie ended, and Tom and I quickly exited before the lights came back on. We were just about to walk into the lobby before Tom quickly stopped us and pushed me back around the corner of the wall. “What?” I questioned, seeing his worried expression. “Paparazzi. Someone must have told them we’re here.” My heart sank, and my breathing became shallow again out of fear instead of arousal. “We’ve been seen out together before, the press knows we’re friends. There’s no reason to suspect that this is anything other than a friendly outing.” He tried to rationalize, but it was in vain. “They don’t need a reason to suspect; they’ll do it anyways.” I said looking down. I took a few minutes to try and figure out what to do while Tom’s eyes bore down at me. “Look… I’ll go out there and lead them away. If they only see me then they’ll think I came alone and will think whoever tipped them off was wrong. Just hang around here for a while and I’ll let you know when the coast is clear.” I said, feeling slight desperation. Tom furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me cockeyed. “I’m not letting you out there with those vultures without security! Let’s just go out there together. To hell what they say, they’ll find out eventually anyways. I don’t want to hide you forever.” He pleaded. My heart clenched at his words, “We can’t, Tom. It’s… It’s better for us to keep it between ourselves for a while, we agreed on that.” I said, feeling more and more panicked by the minute.

My heart was racing. All of the fears I was suppressing were suddenly rising and I was left with no plan of attack. Tom just stared at me; whether out of disbelief or trying to figure out what to do, I didn’t know. After a minute of silence, I finally decided to speak “We can’t do this right now, Tom. Please.” I pleaded, unable to face him. “No.” He said, making my head shoot up to look into his eyes. “I can do this; you won’t.” He said, venom dripping from his word. His expression changed to one of pain and I felt like I was about to shatter into a million pieces. After a minute of looking at each other while I was trying to find my voice, Tom turned away ands started towards the door. I stood in the dark hallway of the theater, knowing that I’d just royally fucked up.

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Things I’m Loving Friday #235

It’s Friiiday and it’s also Date Night in our house! WOOP!

I am really looking forward to this evening because our hot date is part of my birthday present from Ryan. He planned a special dinner for the two of us followed by a night of improv comedy and I cannot wait! We have a babysitter lined up and I’m ready for some one-on-one time with my husband. I know date nights will be a little more challenging for us to sneak in after our little one arrives next month, so we’re trying to take full advantage of some couple time whenever possible right now. And maybe we’ll finally get around to narrowing down some ideas for baby names? We are still coming up blank on names for a baby boy or a girl (other than “Thomas the Train” – thank you, Chase) so hopefully something will call to us soon!

As far as other plans for the weekend, we don’t have too much on the agenda. Mother’s Day is Sunday and the only thing I really want to do is spend time with my family which shouldn’t be too hard since we don’t have too much on the agenda. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Now onto your usual Things I’m Loving Friday shenanigans!!

Things I’m Loving Friday

Preschool Mother’s Day Surprises

Just when I thought I couldn’t love Chase’s preschool any more, they outdo themselves! When I picked him up on Wednesday, I was greeted with the sweetest assortment of Mother’s Day surprises including a flower that Chase planted, a potholder featuring his handprint and a card with a handful of questions he answered about me. It was all adorable but my favorite part was definitely the card because his answers cracked me up. I think it’s clear I hype carrots up a lot in our house since he thinks they’re my favorite food and if he wants to confuse me for a 20-year-old, I’ll take it!

The Family Next Door by Sally Hepworth

If you’ve read and loved any of Liane Moriarty’s novels in the past (Big Little Lies, The Husband’s Secret, etc.), I think The Family Next Door should be the next book on your must read list! While I would categorize the book as a “beach read” at its finest – gossipy but thoroughly entertaining – and it hooked me right away. The Family Next Door takes place in a picture-perfect small town and dives into the lives of neighboring families who all, on the outside, seem perfect but each harbor their own secrets. When a new woman moves into the neighborhood who doesn’t fit the family-friendly mold – she’s single, renting her home and has a seemingly mysterious job – curiosity is piqued and it becomes increasingly clear that there is a very specific reason she chose to live in this idyllic neighborhood.

Limeade

With temperatures in the low 80s yesterday, I found myself craving something cold, sweet and refreshing to drink when Chase and I arrived home from the park. I ended up making a glass of limeade that was so ridiculously delicious. I’ve been all about citrus everything during this pregnancy so far so I probably shouldn’t have been surprised by how much this simple drink knocked my socks off but it was amazing!

I didn’t follow a recipe but simply combined fresh lime juice (I use this citrus juicer which makes it so simple to get lots of juice) with cold water, ice and a bit of sugar. I want to make it again soon with fresh mint added into the mix.

Simple Mills Almond Flour Crackers

These crackers are a relatively new staple in our house! Chase loves them and I am a huge fan of the clean ingredient list. I’ve been using them to create mini snack plates with crackers, cheese and veggie or fruit slices and they’re always a hit.

Comfy Activewear Shorts That Don’t Dig Into My Sides

I’ve been on the struggle bus with pants of any kind this pregnancy (with the exception of lululemon’s align leggings and Fabletics’ high-waisted capris) so I am beyond thrilled for warmer weather that allows me to wear shorts, dresses and skirts. Bring on the comfort… and the excessive sweating! (Pros and cons, right!?)

I am so happy that a handful of my pre-pregnancy shorts are working well this far along in my third trimester and sit comfortably under my belly and don’t give me some serious love handles. My current favs: Nike Crew Shorts / New Balance Impact 3 Shorts / lululemon Tracker Shorts / lululemon Speed Up Shorts (I like the 4’’ version for some added length) Hooray for shorts that don’t dig into my sides!

POPSUGAR Must Have Box

My friends over at POPSUGAR recently sent their latest POPSUGAR Must Have Box my way and it was such a fun package to open! The Summer 2018 box is practically overflowing with goodies and I’ve already found some big-time favorites. The Eberjay wrap robe is made of the softest jersey knit and the lightweight material is perfect for spring. I’ve been throwing it on over my pajamas in the morning before and love the luxurious feel! One of the more innovative products in the box is the Sphynx portable razor which includes a water spray bottle, shea butter shave bar and two razor blades. It’s perfect for a post-workout shave or for throwing into your duffle bag whenever you travel. (I’m planning to throw mine into my hospital bag when baby #2 arrives!) If you’d like to receive your own POPSUGAR Must Have Box, the code PBF5 will save you $5 off your first box! Thank you for the fun delivery, POPSUGAR!

Mother’s Day Weekend Sales

Here’s a super short roundup of some Mother’s Day weekend sales that caught my eye:

Old Navy: Up to 50% off

American Eagle: 25-40% off all shorts (including my favorite TOMGIRL midi shorts – distressed denim shorts with a bit of a longer length that I love! You can see me wearing them here.)

LOFT: 30% off everything, plus an additional 10% off with code LOVEMOM

Anthropologie: 20% off everything

GAP: Up to 50% off everything plus an additional 20% off online with code YOUMAY (Time to get another pair of my beloved lightweight joggers!)

ASOS: Up to 50% off summer vacation staples (Trying not to buy these shorts since I know they won’t work with my belly but I LOVE them.)

Potty Training Q&As: Submit YOUR Questions!

As you know if you’ve stopped by the blog over the course of the past two weeks, we’re in the middle of potty training right now! When I shared a little bit of insight into our experience so far, Colleen, a behavior therapist, left a comment on my blog offering to answer any specific questions about potty training little ones. Her comment immediately piqued my interest and I reached out to her to see if she’d be willing to do a big potty training Q&A session featuring some of my questions and some questions from YOU!

I know potty training is a hot topic and something a bunch of us are going through right now or plan to go through with our children in the future so if you have any questions you’d like me to pass along for an expert to answer, please leave them in the comments section of this post!

Here’s a little background about Colleen: “I have my M.A. in Marriage & Family Therapy and a post-master’s certificate in Behavioral Intervention in Autism. My educational training emphasizes the use of Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA) and Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) when working with children. I currently work part-time as a child/adolescent therapist. I previously worked as a behavior consultant and co-facilitated intensive potty training clinics for children with special needs. We used the basic principles of ABA while potty training, but all methods used can be modified for typically developing kids.”

Friday Flashbacks

PB & J Overnight Oats (A gluten-free breakfast recipe that can easily be prepped ahead for a simple morning meal that tastes like a childhood favorite.)

Total Body Medicine Ball Workout (Your upper and lower body and your core will feel the burn during this workout that targets the whole body in a decreasing repetition format.)

Question of the Day

What is one thing you are loving this week?

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