Page 27 of Devious Whims

“See you in the morning, baby. I want my pancakes bright and early.”

Her eyes brighten, and she kisses me again before letting out a small shriek as Mike picks her up. I scoop my clothes up off the floor and head to my bedroom, feeling lighter than I have in years.

Devon

I lean against the doorway, watching as her fingernails tap on the counter. She bounces on her toes as she stares at the test.

My attention is drawn to Mike where he sits on the bed, his head hung in his hands between his knees. His foot jiggles nearly in time with hers, and a faint smile graces my lips.

They have been terrified to test. I damn near sent them into hysterics when I brought home a whole bag full of the pregnancy sticks. While Cami had told me about their infertility struggle, I hadn’t given much thought about how much it would affect them to test again.

I turn back to Cami and her white knuckled grip on the counter. Rubbing at my jaw, I push off the frame and walk to stand behind her.

“I have an idea.”

Her eyes catch mine in the mirror. “An idea?”

I nod, reaching around her to grab the unopened test. “How about you pee in a cup or bowl and I’ll take the test alone. You can wait with Mike.”

Her gaze softens, and she looks back to the test. “I’m scared of the result… not the process.”

“Either way, you don’t want to stand over it and wait. You can have Mike hold you,” I say with a shrug.

She glances to the open door. Mike is hidden by the wall, but she knows he’s there on the other side. With a small swallow, she nods and bends down to grab a small basin from under the sink.

When I don’t move, her eyebrows knit together and she throws me a glare. “Get out.”

A laugh barks out of my throat. “Baby, I’ve had my tongue in your pussy and asshole. A little pee isn’t gonna send me running.”

Cami lets out a huff. “And what about privacy?”

“You have none. When you accepted I was going to put my baby in you, you gave me ownership of that body.”

She rolls her eyes and moves the basin into the standing shower. “You’re such a brute. I own my body.”

I smirk, not looking away as she pulls her underwear off and gathers her sundress before moving to squat over the basin.

“I own it. And sometimes I loan it to your husband,” I tell her.

Cami’s eyes flash up to meet mine with a heated look. Her mouth opens as if to fling a retort back, but she snaps it closed.

I raise my eyebrows. “No comment?”

She shakes her head and closes her eyes as the tinkling of her piss echoes in the room. I grab the toilet paper, bunching a few sheets to hand to her as she finishes. Cami grimaces as she wipes and steps away from the basin.“It felt weird to not pee in the toilet.”

“You don’t pee in the shower?” I ask. “No!” she exclaims, giving me an incredulous look. “Please tell me you don’t pee in the shower.” I shrug. “Why wouldn’t I? Two purposes, one drain. Knock both out at once.” Her nose scrunches. “That’s gross. You get piss all over your feet.”

Laughing, I shake my head. “Believe me, baby. That’s not the worst thing I’ve gotten on myself. Now get out of here.” I move out of the way as she washes her hands and hovers by the counter. Giving her a light tap on the ass, I push her towards the door and close it in her face as she turns to say something. Her scoff is audible through the wood and then I hear her stomping away, I assume towards Mike.

I pull out a few more tests, deciding that they’ll need the confirmation. After reading through the instructions, I dip the tests in the pee, waiting for whatever needs to be completely soaked before recapping them and placing them on the counter. Once all four are done, I dump the basin in the shower and wash my hands.

“Devon?” Cami says, knocking on the door.

Glancing at the door, I ensure it’s locked and lean against the counter. “Still waiting. It’s only been a couple of minutes.”

“I’ve decided I want to be there with you,” she says.

I smirk. “Go sit next to your husband, Cami. I’ll be out shortly.”

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