The Heart of Christmas
I feel the breeze across my body and the sudden awareness I was alone in bed. I lean up on my elbow noticing the terrace doors are open and there sits Peter watching me sleep. “Hey what are you doing up so early?” My voice still gravely from sleep.
He smiles and comes to sit on the bed. “Watching you sleep. My mind was working overtime. Nothing for you to be concerned about.” He brushes the hair from my face, kisses my lips and slides in beside me for a cuddle.
“When you say not to worry I worry. It’s my motherly intuition.” I smile sideways and rub my tummy. His hand joins mine. I realize he is worrying about the baby. He is just like me wanting a better childhood for his son. I couldn’t agree more. “Hey you are going to be the most amazing daddy ever. We are going to give this baby everything we never had. You being here with me is more than my mother ever had.”
Peter crawls down into the bed so we are nose to nose. “Do you really believe that? I don’t know much about loving a child except suffering. But Lanie when you came into my life I learned about love and being responsible for another human being. Now I have two to think about. I need a little adjustment, will you be patient with me?”
My lips find his and lightly kiss him, I whisper, “It’s a big change for both of us…please don’t shut me out. I am here to support you, love you and listen to you.” I kiss him again more firmly this time. My hand slides down and I pull him over toward me.
“Oh baby it’s a deal. I want to be close to you in every way.” He smiles into my lips searing me with a delicious taste of coffee. His hands play in my hair holding my head while he plies my lips and neck with luscious kisses.
He has my heart racing in a matter of minutes. I feel his need against my thigh along with the familiar pull in my own body. Peter is sucking my nipples. They are very sensitive now but he is ever so gentle with me. It feels marvelous. I arch up into his mouth craving more. My hands score his shoulders as he rolls on top of me. I try without much luck to get his shorts off.
“Need some help Lanie Baby? Something you want?”
"Get those
**** shorts of and inside me NOW!”
“Yes Ma’am! Be my pleasure.” He lifts his hips and I roll his shorts down, finally using my feet to push them off his legs.
Once this commotion is over, he slides gently inside of me and I moan. It’s true about being on hormone overload when you’re pregnant. I’m just lucky Peter is willing and able to keep up with me.
“How’s that baby? Feel ok?” My ever solicitous husband worrying about me.
“Oh darling, move it feels so good.”
He moves a little bit in a circle. “Like this baby?” I moan my approval. He changes in another direction. “Or is this better baby?”
I can hear the wicked teasing in his voice, “Stop mucking around and do it right! I need you to make me feel good.”
“Oh baby those were the magic words.” He kisses me between my breasts raises up on his elbow and begins the most amazing thrusting movements hitting all the right notes and I am singing his praises to any who can hear me. “Ready Lanie baby?”
“Yes Peter yes.”
“Look at me, let me see your eyes baby. Give it all to me.” This is new but I want him to know I am with him and only him.
He goes rigid above me and I can feel him swelling inside me and my body prolonging it as long as I can with strong spasmodic grips that send us both into the stratosphere.
Our hearts echo as the blood roars in our ears. A breathless morning of passion lay to rest many fears.
“Peter, what time is it?” My mind coming back online to what day it is. It’s Christmas Eve and we are hosting a part of a progressive party with the besties. Finally ending at Jax’s restaurant for traditional Italian Christmas dinner. We all wanted to share our homes with each other for the holidays this was a great way to do it. First stop is Hearts Afire for drinks and appetizers. Then to our house for soup and bread…Last to the cottage where Jax and Pamela live for gifts before heading off to town. Sounds like a wonderful evening. It begins at 5:00 this evening, I’ve still things to do.
“It around 10:30 ish. No worries today. We have plenty of time.” Peter leans over and begins kissing me again.
“Not if I am making homemade bread it has to be made and risen. Plus we have to dress and baby is hungry.” He puts his ear to my tummy, “Is my baby hungry?” I think it actually growled. “Let’s not be grumpy little one.” We both roll laughing don our robes and head off to find some sustenance.
Peter has showered and is now watching some sport thing on television. I cannot find anything to wear. Seems baby has turned my tummy into a baby bump quicker than I anticipated. “Oh Peter…” I’m on my knees in the closet of course weeping uncontrollably.
I hear a leap over the settee and I lung through the doorway, “Lanie are you ok? Is it the baby, tell me please.” He flops next to me in the floor and pulls me into his lap.
I finally manage to eek out the fact that nothing fits. “Oh baby it’s going to be ok. Let’s think for a minute.”
I feel so loved in his arms, I can smell smoke coming out of his ears. “Ok I have it. Soup is done right?”
“Yes it’s in the crock keeping warm. The bread has been baked as well.” I look at him curiously. “Why? I had timed it so we could relax and dress before heading out.”
“I will get my clothes on. You finish everything but dressing. You trust me don’t you?”
“Well of course, but what …” He stops me with a kiss. “You and baby catch a nap and I’ll be back soon.”
“Where are you going? This is crazy…I was just having a moment. It will be ok.” I caress his face and kiss him. He picks us up from the floor and carries us to bed. He strokes my hair until I’m sound asleep.
The change in sunlight has awakened me, no longer streaming through the terrace doors. My eyes flutter open and I am surrounded by wrapped boxes and bows. I sit up gingerly and see my knight has snuggled in beside me. I stroke his face and kiss his nose. His eyes flutter open, “Hello sleeping beauty. I couldn’t resist lying down with you. You are so beautiful and serene when you are sleeping.”
“That is so sweet my love. Looks like Santa has come by early. All of this for me?’ My eyes dart around the bed.
“Of course, you are on both of Santa’s lists so you get double baby.” I can’t help but giggle. He has been known to go overboard on gifts before. Hence my birthday he gave me this house and a lovely diamond ring.
“Well Santa, what have you brought me?” Peter is glowing. He is proud of himself for making me so happy.
One box held lovely soft knit tunics in my favorite pink, red and of course, green. Another box held a sweater dress with a scoop neck and a beautiful holiday design. “Oh my! This is beautiful simply stunning…I don’t know what to say.”
“I can’t have my baby unhappy on our first Christmas together it’s partly my fault so it was the least I could do. Forgive me for not suggesting a shopping spree for maternity clothes sooner. After Christmas please go and purchase anything you need.”
“I am overwhelmed Peter I love you so much. Thank you its wow!” The tears stream down my cheeks,
“Lanie baby what is it?” He envelopes me in his arms, making me comforted once again.
“I have never had someone care about me down to my every need. Happy tears my love.”
He brushes my cheeks with his thumbs, “I will always take care of your every need. Never ever doubt that.” He kisses me and holds me close. “So no more tears, let’s do this Christmas thing I am actually looking forward to it.”
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