51. You're Having My Baby
All eyes looked to Leila’s left ring finger. Then to Nate’s.
“We got married in Vegas,” Leila said quietly. She looked up at Nate, smiling slightly.
“She’s Mrs. Charles now,” Nate said with a grin. “And...” he looked down at Leila before going on. “We’re going to have a baby.”
Leila flinched slightly. Damn the man. This was Constance’s day but now- well, he was too damned eager to spill the beans on her pregnancy... erm, their pregnancy. She refused to think of only herself in this equation. If Leila was going to be pregnant, Nate was most likely going to bear the brunt of her emotional displays. And Leila knew how to run the gamut of them. She was a fucking pro at it.
“Nate,” she scolded lowly. “Not now! Constance just gave birth. It’s a day to celebrate her, and RJ, and even Aiden, though what he did besides knock her up is up for debate.”
“I’m an excellent take-out picker-upper.” Aiden wasn’t at all ashamed that his only claim to fame during Constance’s pregnancies was his catering to her every whim. He did so unabashedly.
Carl turned his head to Aiden, slanting a look at him.
“I taught you how to cook,” Carl told him.
“And I disremembered somewhere along the way,” Aiden said with an unashamed shrug.
“Pregnant?” Leila’s mother finally spoke. Leila simply nodded at her, her small smile still in place. The rest of the room seemed a bit shocked at the news and they stared at Nate and Leila, blinking stupidly.
Angelica Winters went over to her daughter and embraced her, weeping openly in the otherwise silent room. She sobbed something almost incoherently. It sounded like ‘baby having a baby’ and Leila ended up crying along with her.
Mathilde was alight with happiness, any annoyance of not witnessing her son’s nuptials overwhelmed by the joyous news of Leila’s pregnancy. She chattered happily behind Angelica, making plans for a baby shower that was literally months away.
Harry looked a bit befuddled and weary, but it was way past the man’s bedtime and any information received after 10 PM was likely to filter through his grey matter sometime next day.
Carl and Violet grinned, the former hugging her best friend, and Carl giving in a hardy slap to his brother in law’s back before shaking his hand.
Aiden texted Ramon somewhat surreptitiously and the sly bastard texted back that he already knew. Aiden raised his hands in an I give up motion. It would figure that Ramon’s keen eye would have seen what most other people in the room had not. Flashy bling.
“I thought she was on birth control,” Carl muttered to Nate, still grinning widely.
“Apparently birth control is overrated,” Nate said.
“Good job, bro,” Carl said, smirking. “Got one past the goalie.”
“Soccer? Really?” Nate winced.
“I could have made it football related, but it’s been done before.”
Violet spoke in Leila’s ear while the two men chatted, tossing back euphemisms like insults, and sounded ridiculously juvenile.
“I was going to wait longer to tell anyone this, but since you’ve already spilled your secret, it’s only fair, I am too,” Violet whispered to her best friend, smiling secretively.
Leila cocked her head slightly, looking at her.
“I’m pregnant too,” her friend told her quietly. Violet gasped, calling attention to her from both Nate and Carl.
“How far along?” Leila whispered.
“Two and a half months,” Violet told her. “How about you?”
“Ten weeks,” Leila replied, hugging her friend.
“Congrats!” Violet said. this time louder and stepping back so Mathilde could kidnap Leila for a moment.
Mattie was almost as bad as Angelica and was now crying openly while Harry sat back from the group around them looking tiredly amused.
For his part, Aiden seemed happy as a clam that so much good news was being shared on his son’s birthday. He gave Leila a big hug and patted Nate on the back before pulling him in for that awkward man-hug men sometimes gave. Have gruff, half loving. All clumsy.
It was twenty minutes later when everyone decided to head home for the night. Constance would stay for a bt longer before the hospital released her, thought everyone was sure money would exchange hands to expedite her release.
Even though Leila wasn’t due back to work for another few days, she was planning on making it into the office for at least Thursday and Friday of this week. Baby drama had her anxious to get ahead at work, though she could have quit and still live comfortably off Nate’s salary. But she loved her job, loved the challenge of it. She wouldn’t give it up so easily, even after giving birth. If she had to haul that little bundle of joy into her office every day or work from home, she was going to continue with her career.
In the car on the way back to the east bay, Leila yawned into Nate’s side where she was comfortably tucked. His ring-adorned left hand held onto her right where he stroked her knuckles with his thumb.
“It figures your mother would see a stupid ring when everyone else is ooh-ing and aah-ing about a newborn,” Leila said with a grin. “Do you think she suspected about the pregnancy?”
“Nah. She can spot jewelry from a football field away, but that pregnancy glow she can’t seem to get a handle on,” Nate told her softly. “She was green half the time when she was pregnant with me and Vi and the only pregnancy glow she knows really well is the one you get from sweat on her brow after a vigorous bout of morning sickness.”
Leila chuckled at that and snuggled deeper into Nate’s arms.
“I’m going to start looking for houses this weekend and I would appreciate it if you made an appointment with your ObGyn sometime this week,” Nate said when she settled further into his arms.
Leila nearly grunted her acquiescence and closed her eyes.
“And I would prefer it if you cut back your hours from the 60 you work now to a normal 40 like the rest of the bloody business world,” he said.
“Mmm,” came Leila’s reply.
Nate had a feeling she was only half-listening to him.
“As a matter of fact, I think I’ll rent one of those motorized scooters for you so you can be off your feet as much as possible,” he said, grin threatening to crack his face. “We can put a wheelchair ramp in the front of the duplex and get one of those chairs installed that brings you up the stairs to your apartment.”
Leila grunted again.
“Did you even hear what I said?” Nate asked, amused.
“Wheelchair... rent... something about the apartment,” she mumbled, only half awake at this point.
Nate laughed quietly and used his left hand to tip her chin up so he could meet her gaze. Her lids were heavy and she struggled to maintain eye contact.
“We’ll talk more in the morning, love,” he told her. “I won’t take offense to you not listening tonight. It’s been a big day.”
He pressed his lips to hers and teased her mouth open with a light flick of his tongue. The kiss was short but thorough, and then Nate tucked her back under his arm so she could rest there until they made it home.
The next day, Leila woke up with a wet warmth between her legs. Smiling, her hand reached out and touched the top of Nate’s head, fisting his curls as she let out a heavy sigh.
“Finally awake Rip Van Leila?” he asked from between her soft thighs.
Leila gave a long luxuriating moan and rocked her hips to answer him. He chuckled in response.
“Were you having naughty dreams?” he asked, licking a line up her slit. “You were moaning in your sleep. Woke up Nate Jr. in a damned hurry.”
Leila thought for a moment, but nothing came to her.
“I don’t usually remember my dreams,” she said and gasped out when he responded with a nibble to her clit.
“Who needs dreams when your reality is this fucking good?” he mumbled from between her legs before sucking her clit up into his mouth. Leila wanted to respond, but couldn’t, her hips moving in counterpoint to his tongue.
His tongue moved in circles around her hardened little bud and she gasped out again, her back arching against the mattress.
So sensitive. Every touch seemed amplified tenfold and she didn’t know if it was pregnancy hormones or the fact that she was already feeling ready to combust with an earth-shattering orgasm.
Nate groaned and renewed his assault on her pussy by thrusting his tongue inside her and stroking upward against her g-spot.
“Fuck! Nate, don’t stop!”
Her body seemed tight as a coiled spring, her legs shaking and her breathing coming in heavy pants that resounded in the large room of the downstairs apartment that Nate had insisted was where they would both sleep from now on.
“You ready to come for me?” Nate asked as he licked up to her clit and swallowed it between his lips. Letting go of it with a pop after a moment, he looked up at her. “I want my wife to come all over my face, sweetheart.”
He went back to feasting on her and with a few hard flicks of his tongue, Leila was there, crying out her release as Nate continued to lap at her juices.
Heavy pants seemed to be the only thing Leila could hear as she started to come down from her orgasm. Her eyes seemed tamped down shut and stars burst and faded behind her lids until she felt Nate’s movement as he started to work his way up her torso on the bed. He was all hot tongue, soft lips, and a hard chest and body.
She felt him kiss her lips once and opened her eyes to smile back up at him. He returned it with a soft grin of his own, his eyes flickering back to her lips before planting a kiss on her mouth again.
“Good morning,” he told her huskily.
“Morning,” she said back and curled her arms around his shoulders and neck.
“It’s 11:15 AM, sweetheart,” he told her. “We have the rest of the week off, but I’d like to get a few things done before we have to head back to the grind next week.”
“Well, I’m going to be calling the real estate company Carl used to buy his fucking ridiculous Tuscan villa and I want you to make an appointment to see your ObGyn.”
“Can’t you just have you look at my pussy again and see if everything’s okay?” she asked, slowly bucking her hips up to meet his hard shaft. It elicited a soft groan from Nate and he hardened further against her. “Maybe from the inside out this time?”
“In a bit, love,” he told her. “I wanted to show you something first.”
To Leila’s disappointment, he rolled off her and got up from the bed. He looked quite ridiculous with his boxers tented like they were going to bust at the seams, but she became intrigued when he went to the corner of the room to pick up his guitar and sauntered back to the bed with it in tow.
“You know how I told you I always played sad songs on this old thing?” He asked, gesturing to the instrument.
“Well, when you fell asleep last night, I found another song I could play that is definitely not sad,” he said, his cheeks going slightly pink. “I wanted you to hear it.”
Leila sat up in bed and crossed her legs to listen. She nodded and grinned at him, leaning forward a bit encouragingly.
’You’re having my baby
What a lovely way of saying
How much you love me.
Having my baby
What a lovely way of saying
What you’re thinking of me.
I can see it your face is glowing
I can see it in your eyes.
I’m happy knowin’ that you’re having my baby.
You’re the woman I love and I love what it’s doin’ to you.
Having my baby
You’re a woman in love and I love
What’s goin’ through you.
The need inside you
I see it showin’
The seed inside you
Do you feel it growin’
Are you happy in knowin’ that you’re having my baby?′
Nate continued to play and sing by heart, and Leila’s cheeks grew warmer as he slightly changed the lyrics to fit their situation. By the time he was done, she had hot tears pricking her eyes as they ran down in a steady torrent on her cheeks.
Once the song was over, she shoved the guitar aside and launched herself at him, hugging him tightly to her body. His body heat seeped into hers through the thin tank top she wore to bed. She was bare below her waist, and she wondered how the man had gotten her panties off without waking her.
“Thank you,” she said softly into his ear and felt his smile widen against her skin. “That was lovely.”
“And not sad at all? Even though you’re crying?”
“Happy tears,” she told him as she giggled. Another two drops of them ran down her face, though she tried to stem their flow. “God, this is going to be awful. I’ve cried more in the past 24 hours than I have in the past several years.”
“Hormones, baby,” he said softly and pulled from her grasp. He leaned back and cupped her cheeks in his hands, his face suddenly somber. “You’re still sure you want to do this with me? I didn’t pressure you into marriage, did I?”
She smiled back and his face softened.
“Not at all,” she said. “I was surprised at first, but... it just felt right. And thank you for looking right past that gaudy Elvis-inspired wedding chapel. That’s my limit. No impersonators and no drive-thru chapels.”
“I figured you’d probably balk if we went drive-thru,” he said, laughing. “Even if we went through it in a Rolls Royce or Astin Martin, I’m pretty sure it would have still lacked that special something.”
“Thank you for thinking of Vegas,” Leila said. “I hate big functions with all eyes on me.”
“Me too,” he told her and kissed her forehead before getting up off the bed. “By the way, did you tell Jared our big news? I’m sure he’s going to be offended that he’s the last one to hear.”
Jared. The gossipmonger of the east bay. The Chatty Cathy of northern California. He was going to hand her her ass when he found out.
Well, there was no time like the present to get this reveal out of the way. He was sure to be happy for her- he was a hopeless romantic- but he was going to probably read her the riot act that he was ‘last to know’.
Nate got into the shower and then started making calls at the kitchen table with a large pad of paper and pen in his hand. The sound was soothing as Leila hemmed and hawed about what to do. She ended up texting Jared the news.
Leila: Got married and I’m knocked up! Gotta started calling my ObGyn, so BYE!
If she thought he would just leave it at that and text his response back, she had only been fooling herself.
Jared’s voice pierced through the air through the cellular technology plastered against his head.
‘Are you fucking serious right now? When? And where? Oh to the Em to the Gee, I am fucking tripping out right now, you whore! Why didn’t you tell me you were getting married? And when did you find out about the little spitfire you probably got baking in your belly?’
“I, uh- I found out on Sunday about the baby, but I didn’t want to say anything until we let Nate’s parents and my mom know,” Leila told him. “And I didn’t really know I was getting married until we were on a plane to Vegas. Besides, when a guy gets down on one knee at 35,000 feet in the air, your first thought really isn’t oh my God, I have to tell my best gay friend the news. It was more like holy shit, holy shit then a lot of yeses.”
Jared sighed through the phone and Leila didn’t know how to take it. He was either sighing with giddy romantic glee or completely upset that they had told the actual family before they spoke word one to him.
“Jare?” she asked when he didn’t make another sound.
Fuck... is he... is he crying?
‘I’m just so happy for you, you utter hoebag,’ Jared said to her through sniffles and tears. ‘You’re fucking married, gonna be a mom- oh, Tell me I can be godfather. I want to babysit!’
Leila laughed and heard the door open to see Nate pop his head into the bedroom where she was sitting on the bed.
“You don’t have to be godfather just to babysit,” she told him. “You can babysit any time.”
Nate mouthed Jared? and made that weird phone gesture with his hand to his ear. Leila nodded back at him.
‘Yes, but I want the title. You owe it to me for telling me last!’
Leila’s lips screwed up in amusement and she stifled a laugh.
“I’ll get with my committee of two- Nate and myself- and get back to you,” Leila told him. “We make all baby-related decisions together. As one should.”
‘Tell that boy I’ll have his balls if-’
“Gotta go, Jare,” she said quickly. He was loud enough in the phone for Nate to hear. “Love ya, bye!”
Nate shook his head and walked over with a resigned smirk. He pulled her from the bed and rested his hands on the top swells of her ass before pulling her into his body. He hardened instantly at her proximity and Leila squirmed against him.
“Now will you fuck me?” she asked, giving her best puppy dog eyes to him.
“Have you called your doctor yet?”
She pouted and Nate smiled slowly back at her.
“Not yet,” she admitted. “Jared called me as I was looking for the number.”
“Okay, baby,” he said, his voice raspy and deep. “Call the good doc and be quick about it. Then I’m going to eat your pussy so good again, the neighbors will hear you this time.” He pressed his lips to the soft flesh beneath her ear. “Then I’ll fuck you so good you’ll feel me inside you all week.”
Leila stood back, grabbed her phone and flicked through the contacts at lightning speed before pressing a button to make her call.
Hormones. You gotta love ’em.