Page 8 of If You Could Only Dream
“All the baby books I read claim otherwise,” I argued. The second Mason and Shane had shared the news of their pregnancy, I had ordered damn near every book on pregnancies and child rearing. I had intended to be a full hands-on uncle, and I wanted to make sure I returned their baby to them alive and well every time we babysat.
Sophia finished tying her hair up in a bun, and placing her hands on her hips, she looked down at me. “I’m pretty sure there weren’t any chapters on latching onto the pregnant momma like a goddamn barnacle.”
I looked up at my wife and hit her with the truth. “Yes, there was,” I informed her. “There were all kinds of chapters on how to cater to the mother and making sure she feels loved, comfortable, calm and relaxed.”
Her eyes widened. “And you think wrapping your arms around my waist, plastering your ear to my stomach, while you talk gibberish to Pebble is the way to accomplish all that?”
“Yep,” I replied, unreasonably.
Sophia let out one of those sighs that let me know I was exhausting her. “And when everyone asks why you’re on your knees in front of me? We’re going to hardly be able to keep things hushed then.”
I lifted her shirt and pulled down the waistband of her pajama pants, placing a kiss on her hipbone. It was well past noon, but we were being lazy today. “My brothers won’t ask why I’m on my knees in front of you,” I replied. “They’ll just assume I want to be close to your pussy.”
She gasped. “Michael Buchanan!”
I shrugged a shoulder, but finally got up off my knees. “What?” I asked her. “It’s not like they don’t live on their knees in front of Shane, Justice and Denise, too, you know.”
“You are completely insane, Michael,” she said, shaking her head at me.
“Maybe,” I mean, the facts of my mental state weren’t a secret. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to make sure you want for nothing during these delicate times.”
Sophia’s face softened and her eye warmed over. “Michael, you always make sure I want for nothing, anyway. You couldn’t be more perfect.”
Chapter 8
Sophia Buchanan~
My husband smirk and it made my knees weak.
Even after all this time, I couldn’t believe how blessed I was to have Michael Buchanan as my husband. He could do so much better than me.
“Just remember how perfect I am when we can’t have vaginal sex anymore later in your pregnancy and you have to keep giving up that sweet, tight ass of yours,” he replied as his arms went around my waist.
“Jesus Christ,” I grumbled. “I can’t believe I let you talk to me like that.” And because I was honest, if nothing else, I added, “And I cannot believe it turns me on the way it does.”
Michael and I had both been virgins when we met, but since then, I don’t think there’s anything we haven’t explored. It was a little surreal knowing that what we shared has never been shared with anyone else. It helped with my insecurities and I needed that from time to time. Michael was a great husband, but some days I still felt like that plain, fat, boring loser I was before Michael and his family came into my life.
“Trust me,” I said. “I don’t turn you on half as much as you turn me on, baby. And I can’t wait until Pebble grows and grows and I can see you waddling around beautifully pregnant.”
I brought my arms up to wrap around his neck. I played with the strands that tickled the back of his neck. “Michael, I’m already…not slim,” I whispered, a little embarrassed. “I’m going to be so hugely overweight as the months progress and it won’t all be baby weight like Shane.”
It might have sounded like I was jealous of Shane, but I wasn’t. I believed my sister-in-law to be the most perfect human on the planet. She was beautiful, caring, loving, strong, and she snagged Mason Buchanan, who, by all accounts, was a goddamn psychopath. If Shane could tame Mason Buchanan, that made her beyond special, and boy, did she have him tamed. There wasn’t anything Mason or his brothers wouldn’t do for her. And that included my husband.
I knew early on that Shane was special to Michael and he was special to her. They had a connection that was different from the rest of the family. It was beautiful, and it was a miracle to witness. But I wasn’t jealous, nor would I ever be. What Shane and Michael shared was special, but what Michael and I shared was live, living passion that he couldn’t control no matter what.
Michael worshipped me in a way that scared me sometimes.
His arms tightened around my body, and then he turned around, placing my ass on the bathroom counter. He kept his hands on my hips as he leaned in to kiss my forehead. “Sophia, even if it takes until I am on my deathbed, one day you’re going to see yourself through my eyes and you’re going to be amazed at how truly beautiful you really are.”
My eyes watered and I wrapped myself around him so tight, I wondered if he could breathe. “I love you, Michael,” I said into his chest.
His arms wound around me just as tightly. “Enough to let me fuck the shit out of you on the bathroom counter?” he murmured, trying to lighten the mood. And he was right to try. This was a happy time.
We were pregnant!
Before I could give him the go ahead, his phone rang, and I recognized the ringtone. It belonged to Mason. Michael dropped another kiss on my forehead. “I gotta answer this, baby.” I just nodded. I knew he had to. “What’s up?” The smile that lit up Michael’s face confirmed what I had hoped. But I also knew this was doubly good news for Michael. It meant we could share our news sooner rather than later.
Holy crappola. Shane was in labor!
