Page 11 of Cuffs and Kink

The door opened, and Doc Simms walked in, a jovial smile on his face.

“I’m surprised to see you back so soon, Josie. I take it now that you’ve had time to think things over you’re a little more excited about the baby?” he asked.

“It wasn’t so much a lack of excitement before as it was a shock that I was pregnant. My mother’s screeching didn’t help matters any.”

He hummed an agreement. “Well, why don’t you lie back and we’ll take a look at your baby? My nurse tells me that you know the date of conception, but I’d still like to take a peek and make sure everything looks good.”

I swung my legs onto the table and leaned back, pulling my shirt up to expose my stomach. Ty moved closer and reached for my hand. I gripped it tight as Doc squirted a cold gel on my stomach and then started moving the wand around. There was a loud noise that filled the room as the grainy images appeared on the screen. I had no idea what I was looking for and hoped Doc would point out the baby. For all I knew, it looked like an alien right now.

He pressed down harder as he slid the wand around my stomach and then he stopped moving and pushed some buttons on the machine. A moment later, he handed Ty a black and white picture.

“Congratulations, Daddy. You now have your first picture of your son or daughter. According to your paperwork Josie, you’re about six weeks along right now. At the five month mark, we’ll do another ultrasound, and you should be able to find out what you’re having if the little tadpole decides to cooperate. Do the two of you have any questions for me?”

“I read that caffeine isn’t good for the baby,” Ty said. “Is it still okay for her to have some coffee and soda? Or does she need to cut it out completely?”

Doc folded his arms. “I don’t see the harm in one cup of coffee and maybe one or two sodas a day, but try to limit caffeine intake as much as you can. If possible, only drink one or the other. You should really focus on milk and juice to get the vitamins and nutrients you need. Did you get your prescription filled for the prenatal vitamins?”

I shook my head. “Mom tore it up.”

Doc sighed. “I’ll write you another one. Make sure you get it filled this time. You should also eat well-balanced meals and swap any sugary snacks for things like fruit or yogurt. You’re going to notice a dip in your energy levels before it shoots back up and you go into nesting mode.”

“Nesting mode?” I asked.

Doc smiled at Ty. “If your house isn’t clean now, it will be later. I’ve found that most expecting mothers want the house to be perfect before they bring home their babies, even if that means hand-washing the baseboards.”

Ty’s eyebrows rose. “I read something about that last night, but I didn’t realize it was a real thing.”

“Oh yeah. Just don’t let her overdo it.”

Ty cleared his throat. “What about… intimacy?”

Doc chuckled. “As long as she’s up for it and no pregnancy issues pop up in the future, then you can have a relatively normal sex life until the last few weeks of her pregnancy. I’d like you to stop the closer we get to her due date because sperm can cause the cervix to thin and orgasms can cause contractions. Don’t want the little one showing up too soon.”

My cheeks burned, but I was glad Ty had asked. If he intended to continue our relationship, I was certain that sex would be part of it. If last night was any indication, keeping our hands off each other would be difficult. The plug in my ass reminded me that he wasn’t finished with me yet. If he wanted me as much as I wanted him, then we’d barely clear the front door before the clothes would start flying. I was twenty-one and had never felt so much as a twinge of desire before Ty, and now I felt like a sex-starved rabbit. All I wanted to do was fuck Ty in every way imaginable.

Doc spoke with Ty for a few more minutes about some concerns he had and then we were on our way. My stomach rumbled, and a glance at the clock showed it was nearly noon. We’d been at my appointment longer than I’d thought. Ty reached over and rubbed my belly.

“Guess we better feed the little bean. Are you hungry for anything in particular? I read that pregnant women have cravings.”

It seemed he’d done a lot of research while I was sleeping last night and it warmed my heart, giving me hope that things might work out. I still didn’t kid myself into believing I could have it all, but at least I knew he’d be an attentive father for our child. A lot of single moms didn’t even have that much. We could work out a schedule that worked well for him so that he could spend as much time with the baby as he wanted. Assuming I’d figured out what the hell I was doing with my life and I wasn’t still dependent on him for survival. It was really going to suck if I had this baby before I figured things out. At this point, any job would be better than no job, but who was going to hire a pregnant woman?

“Josie?”

I snapped my gaze his way and remembered that he’d asked me a question.

“Oh. Food. Um, anything is fine. Except for seafood. Maybe some pasta?”

“Little Italy, then.”

My stomach rumbled again, this time in approval. I’d eaten there several times with my family, but I’d never gone there -- or anywhere -- on a date before. Was this a date? No, this was just Ty feeding the mother of his unborn child. I didn’t need to romanticize it. But we really did need to have a conversation about what his expectations were. I might have a long way to go with this pregnancy, but I didn’t want the uncertainty of my future, of my child’s future, hanging over my head the entire time.

Ty found a spot near the front door and escorted me inside, his hand at the small of my back. I’d hoped we were getting our food to go so we could pick up where we’d left off at home, but he asked for a table. It seemed he was intent on driving me insane. Every time I moved, every time I sat, the plug in my ass sent off little shockwaves. By the time he finally got around to fucking me, I’d probably come just from looking at his dick.

My cheeks burned at my thoughts. I’d never been wanton before or felt so naughty. I’d definitely never thought dirty thoughts. Even when I’d had a bit of a crush on Ty, I’d never thought much past kissing and being held. I might have read hundreds of romance books, but since I’d never actually had sex, I’d not really had a clue how those sensations would feel when the writer described something. Now I knew firsthand how amazing sex was, and I wanted more of it.

The waitress who came to take our order kept smiling and batting her eyes at Ty. If he’d given her even the slightest hint of a smile or flirted back, I might have stabbed him with my butter knife. I had no clue where these out of control emotions were coming from, but I hoped I could get a grip on them soon. It was one thing to want to climb my baby-daddy like a tree and have wild monkey sex, but it was another to want to bare my teeth and claim him as mine. I had a feeling Ty wouldn’t appreciate that much.

Even when I placed my drink order, the stupid woman didn’t even look at me.

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