Confessions of a Married Man(AU,ML,Adult) Conclusion 1/29

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Chapter 10

Did I ever mention that fact that I think Christmas sucks and it’s way too overrated? Because I do. I mean seriously, it’s just an excuse for women to shop and rack up high credit card debt under the false pretense that they simply wanted to get you something special.

Bullshit. Women love to shop and they love to spend money plain and simple.

Now that I have that off my chest, ask me what I’m doing right now? Come on guess.

Refer to my previous statement above. But it gets better; I have Michael, Zan and Kyle with me. This should be really interesting, no?

We don’t know shit about shopping for Christmas presents. And I’ll be the first one to step up to the plate and admit that last year I had my mother and sister shop for Liz. You’re all probably thinking of how terrible that is, and I know it is, but what was I supposed to do? If I shopped for her the present would have sucked ass. And I love the girl. I couldn’t get her a crappy present.

Oh, so you’re probably wondering why I decided to shop this year. That’s simple. I wanted to do it for her. I wanted to show my wife how special she is and how much I appreciate her.

Okay! Okay! I’m lying through my teeth. The real reason why I’m doing it is because my mother and sister told me that they wouldn’t do it. Don’t look at me like that! I’m just worried that I’ll fuck up the present and then she’ll cry and I’ll have to deal with her hormones.

I’m scared of them lately. Seriously, she’s almost four months along and they just get worse by the day.

“Hey Max, so how much money are you planning to blow today?” Michael asks as he hops in the back seat.

“I have no idea, but whatever I get it better be great.”

“Great! That means we’re gonna be in that mall for hours, or days even. Oh God! Max please say it ain’t so.” I have to roll my eyes at Kyle’s dramatic take of the situation.

It will not be that bad! Right?

****

“Oh this is crazy! It’s been four hours! Four!” Does everyone thing I’m deaf today? I have to wonder only because everyone keeps yelling at me.

I know it’s bad that its been four hours, as Kyle has pointed out, and I have no present. Can you believe it? This is just insanity. I’ve been in every single store this mall has to offer and not a damn thing is calling out to me.

Wait! Did I just say ‘calling out to me’? See what shopping does to a man? It makes him weak and I am not weak.

“Danger Max Evans!” Michael turns around and stops dead in his tracks.

“What?”

“It’s Liz.”

“What?! Where?” I take a few steps back, only to find Liz and her sister having lunch in the food court. Now why is she here when she specifically told me she would be sleeping? Hmm, I wonder if I should…

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” Zan starts to drag me away and I try to fight him but then Michael and Kyle join in.

“Wait, I just want to see her real quick.”

“Oh please, first you take us shopping now your getting all mushy and shit. It’s not becoming Max. You are a man, start acting like one.” Am I really that bad? I look at my friends faces and I see that, I really am that bad.

“Fuck this, we need to do some seriously manly shit right now. Let’s go.” I make my way towards the entrance of the mall. This shit stops today.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Zan agrees with a nod of his head.

****

“You know Max, I think there is still some hope for you.” I whip my head to the side.

“Just what the fuck does that mean?”

“It means, lately you’ve been all about Liz. Liz this and Liz that. No time for the fellas.” Michael is obviously already drunk and it’s only five in the evening.

I take a quick swig of my beer before nodding my head; obviously I’m just as drunk.

“That’s what I’m talking about. I need to keep things real.” Kyle nods and Zan stands up.

“You know what I think?”

“What?” We all ask, slurring very badly at this point.

“I say we go to Max’s place and watch the football game that’s coming on.”

“Hell yeah!” We all say again. At this point obviously we can’t think for ourselves.

“Wait!? Why my place?”

“Cause, Sarah will kick my ass and because we don’t have much furniture left.”

“Yeah, Max. Tess will kill me if I get home drunk in the middle of the day.” I turn to Michael because he has to have a better idea.

“Sorry man, Maria…Joshua…no can do.”

“Well smart asses, how do you suppose we get there?” We are all too piss ass drunk to drive.

“I don’t know. Think of something.” Michael says. Boy what great friends I have, don’t you think?

Let me step away from the situation for a minute. We are drunk. My wife has hormones coming out of her eyes like little laser beams, which always seem to be directed at me. And they want me to go back to my place, with her and her hormones? They must be crazy.

“Hell no! Do I look stupid?” I ask and suddenly everyone is silent.

“Fuck you all! Walk home!” I say stumbling from the stool and pulling out my cell phone.

“Hey! Who you calling?” Zan asks stumbling a little and holding onto my shoulder. Kyle and Michael end up holding onto Zan. Why do I get the feeling that this is bad?

****

“So what did you say to get us a ride?”

“I just said we needed a ride.” Did that make sense? Oh well if it didn’t.

“Oh there…oh shit! We’re dead!”

“What are you talking about?” We are all standing outside of the bar, leaning against my truck. We all whip our heads around in time to see…Oh shit is right!!

I’m dead!

“Hey baby.” I try to say but it’s hard to keep my voice steady and stand up straight at the same time.

“Don’t hey baby me. Max are you drunk?” My wife screeches out and maybe it’s me or the alcohol induced haze, but she sounds kind of nasally.

“Of course not! What do I look like?” At this point I have no idea if what I’m saying even makes sense, but I have one mission.

Don’t piss off the wife.

“It looks like you’re drunk. That you’re all drunk,” she says while getting out of the car and then I see just who is inside of it with her.

“Fuck!” I hear Michael hiss out from behind me.

“No, Michael that is not the word you are gonna hear coming from my mouth tonight.”

“Maria! Could you please not share those details?” Liz hisses out and all of us guys just double over laughing.

“Baby…I’m sorry…I….”

“Get in the car Guerin.”

“Maria…”

“In!” He mumbles a ‘yes’ before making his way over to the car.

Liz is still staring a hole through my head; it doesn’t look so good for me right now. But she can’t be that upset, right?

“Max Evans, what are you waiting for? Get in the truck.”

“Liz…”

“In. Now. Max!” Well alrighty then…I retract my statement.

It looks like things could get really bad.

“What are you guys looking at? Get in!” I see Kyle and Zan stumble over each other at the sound of Liz’s raised voice.

That’s my girl, she knows how to be so demanding when she wants. Damn, I forgot just how horny drinking makes me.

****

“Come on Liz, just a little kiss.”

“Get away from me! You’re drunk. You were supposed to be shopping for Christmas and you got drunk instead.” She’s hurt I can tell, but forgive me if I just can’t bring myself to care right now. I have one word, Corona.

“Liz, I’m so sorry. I just…it was so frustrating because I don’t know what to get you. I want it to be perfect.” I try to be sincere and a big part of me is, the other part of me wants in her panties.

I’m such a guy…deal with it!

“Max, that is so sweet. But you’re not off the hook.”

“I love you,” I whisper out in her ear.

“I love you, too. Now tell me why you got drunk.”

“Uhm…well I got drunk because…well…” What the hell should I say? She’s looking at me with those laser beams again.

“I…”

“You…” She waves her hand in the air for me to elaborate. Too bad I can’t form one solid thought.

“I was just afraid of disappointing you. You’re pregnant with our babies and I wanted your present to be so special and meaningful, and I just couldn’t find it after hours. Hours Liz! Do you know what that amount of time shopping does to a guy?” She stifles a laugh. Go Team Evans! I’m so getting some after this.

“So you wanted it to be special?”

“Yes,” I mumble out as I pull her flush against my body. She’s so warm and I can feel the swell of her stomach.

“Max, you know that no matter what you get me it will be special because you picked it out,” she says as she wraps her arms around my neck. I can’t help it I run my hands up her back and attack her lips at that moment.

“Max!”

“What?” I rear back, did I do something wrong?

“The windows are open,” she points to a place behind her shoulder. Well I’ll be damned; the sliding glass window is open. What was her point?

“And you’re point?” I ask this time lifting her in my arms and I guess it’s pure determination but I manage to get us over to the couch without dropping her.

“We…can’t…oh God!” she moans out as I kneel before her and slide my hands up her skirt. I quickly pull her tiny white panties down her trim legs.

“Yes? You were saying?” I’m not really paying attention to her at this point, instead I’m focusing on her wet pink center, and she’s going to taste amazing of this I have no doubt.

I lean in and just as my tongue sneaks out for a taste…the phone rings?

“Max, get up.”

“What? Why? Liz, I was just starting to get to the good shit.” I say making my move again, but her hand yanking at my hair stops me.

“Ow! I love it when you get all rough.” I growl out but she’s gone already? Damn reflexes!

“Hello?” I hear her say as I slump onto the couch. Suddenly, I’m very tired.

“Oh I know! I thought the same thing! Did you see …” Oh great, why do I have a feeling this is going to be a long conversation? I’m sure she won’t notice if I close my eyes for just a moment…


TBC…

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A/N - So all I have to say about this part is...it's pretty much just some fluff...not that I plan on any drama for this story...but you get the point

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Chapter 11

I peer out through heavy lids to see that the sun is setting. Good, at least I didn’t sleep the entire night away. I wonder how long I’ve been out. I slowly lift my head and realize what a mistake that was. Christ! My fucking head is pounding, obviously I need to go out and drink more. What? Seriously, I’m turning into some pussy whipped man, not cool.

Speaking of which, where the hell is my wife? I drag myself up from the couch and I hear her in the kitchen banging something around.

“Yes, we go tomorrow. I can’t wait and I know he can’t either.” Tell me we have a visitor and that she is not still talking on that damn phone. I peek into the kitchen and oh what a surprise, she’s still on the phone. I’m about to interrupt her but think better of it. I need a shower and then I need something to eat. I’m fucking hungry.

****

Now let’s get back down to business, I still need to get Liz a Christmas present. Of course I’ve bought her several other things, but that’s not the point. I need to get her that one perfect gift, the gift that will have her crying those good tears.

I’m so fucking sentimental. Must be her hormones rubbing off on me or something. Anyway what was I talking about? That’s right the present. I’m clueless and I’m running out of time.

Tomorrow, I’m taking a half-day at work and then we’re going for the ultrasound that will let us see the babies a little more clearly and more importantly we might be able to find out what the sex is. Liz and I actually had a fight about it a few weeks ago. I didn’t want to know and she did. To me, I don’t care either way so long as they are healthy and so long as Liz is safe, then that’s all that matters.

She, of course, insisted that she could not go shopping, nor could we start the nursery without knowing. After all, how would she pick the colors? I’m rolling my eyes right now, you can’t see it, but trust me it’s happening.

Don’t get me wrong; if I have two boys, I wouldn’t want them to have a pink room. But isn’t there a neutral color? I’m sure there is but Liz is insisting that her children will not be sleeping in a room with neutral colors. She wants them to be the perfect color, the perfect theme…the list goes on and I honestly don’t have the time to go over that again.

Speaking of nursery, Michael is coming over this weekend along with Zan and Kyle to help with the room. We are trying to get everything done before New Year’s mainly because Zan and Sarah are leaving right before, and because the doctors have told us that because of Liz’s size, she may not deliver full term. Something that scares the shit out of me.

I know that premature babies thrive in the world everyday, but Liz is small and I can’t imagine there is that much room for them to grow inside of her. I sit up at night just thinking about how soon they would come or if she’ll be all right. Deep down I know she’s scared, but for her it’s better not to talk about it, which I can completely understand.

Actually, it’s best if I steer clear of those thoughts right now.

Now, back to the nursery. We have ordered the cribs; they had to be perfect; her words not mine. And then we have a slew of other furniture being delivered sometime this week. Did I mention that I’m not looking forward to having Liz decide where the furniture should go in the room?

I hope you feel my pain.

“Max!” She calls from downstairs, she has a pair of lungs on her. Hmm, never noticed that before. I quickly towel dry and then wrap it around my waist making my way into the hallway.

“Your parents what us to come over for dinner tomorrow,” she says beaming brightly. I know that look. It’s my turn to play with her.

“Sounds good. Did you eat anything?” I ask and she shakes her head. Of course not. She can’t ever make her mind up so she just waits until I choose. But that’s a joke because anything I choose she rejects, ah doesn’t it just suck to be me?

“What do you want?” She nods her head in the general direction of my crotch. Nice to know I’m still wanted, and as much I as I want to pick up where we left off, she does need to eat.

“Sorry, but you had your chance before, and you didn’t appreciate it.” I smirk crossing my arms. She huffs and then she does the pouty lip thing, oh she’s low.

“Let me go get dressed,” I say turning and trying to make my retreat.

“Wait!” She reaches for my arm successfully stopping my movements.

“Yes?” I raise an eyebrow knowingly. I really will go to hell for teasing my pregnant wife.

“I want to make it up to you,” she whispers seductively into my ear. God, I want her but I have to keep my cool.

“Later, now we have to eat.”

“Are you kidding me?” She steps back looking very hurt. Oh I’m gonna pay for this, but I know my wife. Which means one thing, I’m gonna get it good tonight. Suddenly, I feel the cool air of the room hit my skin. She just ripped off my towel, and well I can’t exactly hide the erection I’m sporting right now.

“Are you sure you want to get dressed?” she purrs out and kneels in front of me. Holy hell! How do I turn this down?

She takes me in hand and begins that perfect rhythm, up and down, against my erection. It feels too good to walk away. I can’t…no, I have to. I have to be strong. I have to…

“Oh God!” I hiss out when her warm mouth wraps around the head of my cock and she begins to lick and suck it something fierce. I quickly lift her hair up off her shoulders so I can get a perfect view of her. When her brown eyes meet mine, I just about lose it right there.

“Liz…we,” I swallow thickly, “have to go.” This really feels so damn good. It wouldn’t hurt if I didn’t stop right?

“Hmm…you taste so good baby,” she lets me go with a pop. Why is she stopping?! I know I’m the one that said we have to go, but that didn’t mean she had to agree with me.

“Liz…come on…” I thrust my hips at her but she simply reaches her hand up for me to help her up.

“I thought you said you were hungry?” She blinks at me and I know what she’s doing. Oh she’s gonna pay for this later.

“Sure. Let’s get dressed.” I say through a steel jaw. I was horny when I was drunk before, and I’m just as horny now.

I think I need another drink.


****

“Maria, what are you doing here?” I ask as soon as we get home and I see Maria sitting outside our house.

“I needed to talk to Liz.” She looks upset, but honestly I’m way to drunk to have a normal conversation. I turn to Liz who is standing beside me shoving a strawberry into her mouth.

“What’s wrong,” Liz asks.

“Can we go inside?”

“No!” I practically screech out. I’m way drunker than before and that means that I’m way more turned on at this moment. Maria can be a serious buzz kill, right?

“Max! Stop being rude! I’ll take care of you in a minute.” I don’t think I can wait a minute. I might cry.

Don’t look at me like that. I’m serious! It’s been like a good 20 hours since I’ve had an orgasm. And soon I won’t be able to have one, at least not one that involves me being buried deep inside of my wife. Can you understand the frustration I’m feeling?

“Fine.” I pout and enter the house, dragging my body inside. I plop down on the couch and wait. I hope to hell I don’t fall asleep.

After a few minutes of them being hush hush in the kitchen I hear Liz yell.

“What?!”

“Liz shh! Max can’t know!”

“Max can’t know what?” I ask crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe. Was Liz wearing that when we left the house? Cause if she was I should have jumped her ass in the car. No, she must have changed. Either that or I’m really that far gone.

“Nothing!” Maria jumps up out of her chair. I quickly stroll over to Liz and wrap my arms around her waist from behind. I rest my hands on her protruding belly, she feels so perfect and she smells so sweet. Oh damn, seems like little Max wants to come out and play.

She’s standing behind the counter so Maria can’t see what I’m doing; hmm that’s a very good thing. I slowly slide my hands up the bottom of her dress, her legs are so soft and I feel her tremble a little. She wants me. I know it.

“Maria, Max won’t tell Michael. You know he won’t.” I wonder if I should invest some time into their conversation. Eh, who the hell cares? And furthermore, when is Maria leaving?

“I know, but I just feel really confused right now. But maybe you’re right. Max would know how Michael would react better than anyone at this point. Tell him Liz.”

I’m reaching my final destination. I feel the soft silk of her slip and I don’t know about her, but I’m ready to get this show on the road. I’m not into voyeurism but if Maria doesn’t leave soon, she is going to see more of my ass then she’s ever wanted to see.

Actually, I take that back since she’s already seen my dick, what’s a little ass to go with that right? Oh I’m seriously drunk.

“What do you think?” Huh? Liz is looking at me and I see the fire in her eyes, but she asked me something didn’t she? Shit! I wish I were paying better attention.

“I think it’s great.” That’s the best answer to give when you are the only man in the room and they ask you what you think, that is only when they have hopeful faces. Otherwise, never…ever say that.

“Really? I mean we just had Joshua and I’m not sure if we’re ready for another one.”

“Another what?” I ask and just keep the comments about me being a total fucking moron, to yourselves, please.

“Max, what Maria just said was that she’s pregnant.”

“Wow! That’s excellent! Michael is going to be ecstatic.” I smile genuinely at her.

“Yeah?”

“Of course. Maria, he loves being a father and this news will make him even happier. Trust me.” She squeals and runs behind the counter and wraps her arms around my waist, luckily I already pulled away from Liz,

“Thank you, Max.”

I groan. Oh…not for the reason you think though. No see I’m crying because both Liz and Maria are crying.

“Oh God! I’m not even married! I’ve turned into my mother!” Maria panics and starts pacing the length of the kitchen. What does a man have to do around here to get laid? That’s all I want to know right now.

“Well he already asked you, so maybe you can do it before the baby is born?” Liz asks trying to be helpful. But I quickly realize if I have any chance of getting into my wife tonight, I need to resolve this quickly.

“I think that’s an excellent idea. In fact, I think you should tell Michael the good news. I think he’ll surprise you with his response on a few things.” See I have the ins on Michael wanting to marry Maria right after New Years.

“Max Evans what do you know?” Liz asks me as soon as Maria leaves and I pull her back against me.

“Nothing. All I know is that I need you baby.” I whisper huskily into her hear. I hear her moan and I slowly lift my hands over her hips, around her stomach and up to cup her round breasts. They are so much fuller and more sensitive, drives me crazy.

“Take me, then.” She moans out as I nip softly on her shoulder. I take her hand and lead her upstairs to our bedroom. Once inside I slowly help her onto the bed and watch under hooded lids as she unbuckles my pants and pulls them and my boxers down in one fluid motion.

I’m ready but I have to be careful with her, I would never dream of hurting her, no matter how much I want her. She smiles softly at me and tells me she loves me as she scoots further onto the bed.

She doesn’t remove her dress or slip; instead she lays back and pulls them up high on her hips, giving me a perfect view of her matching white panties. I lick my lips in preparation.

I tug my shirt up over my head and drop down in front of her; she spreads her thighs, giving me enough room to settle between them. I catch the scent of her arousal and that snaps the last of my restraint. I grab her by her hips and pull her closer to me, and then I lean in and cover her heated center with my mouth.

“Max!” she hisses out as her body bucks up off the bed. I lick and suck her until she’s panting for air, and her thighs begin to tremble. I reach up and kneed the soft mounds of her breasts and pinch her nipples just like she enjoys it. I continue with my ministrations until her body arches and a moan rips from her throat, then I’m rewarded with a rush of her arousal against my tongue.

“You taste amazing,” I say pulling her down against me. We switched positions so she hovers just above me.

“God…Max I just need you so bad,” she rocks her naked hips against mine.

“Me too, baby…me too… God!” I moan out as she lifts up above me and sinks down onto my rock hard length. She braces herself against my chest, and I quickly grab hold of her hips, meeting her thrust for thrust.

“Amazing…you feel so good, Max.” She moans out as she slams against me every other second. I lean forward and suck one of her ripe nipples into my mouth as my hands find their way up her back and tangle in her hair.

“You’re so wet…so warm and so hot. It’s never enough, Liz…” I pant out against her lips, thrusting into up into her as her orgasm washes over her. I feel her walls clamp down and pulse around my cock steadily.

She’s not done yet…hell neither am I. Looks like it’s going to be one hell of a long night.


TBC…

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Chapter 12

I have to give credit where credit is due. I don’t know how women do it but damn, I don’t think I could ever give birth to a child. No seriously, I’m not just saying that because…well because men can’t, but because I still think it’s amazing that women can.

We’re sitting in the waiting room and Liz is nervous, I can tell. Oh that and hungry. Poor thing she really wanted to eat but apparently she also needed to drink about a gallon of water before we got here for the ultrasound. I really don’t get that either, something about the babies floating? Weird shit I tell you. My bladder would probably have exploded already, I guess that’s why she’s a tad bit snippy with me.

“You know Max, the least you could have done was brought some crackers or something with you.” She hisses out while flipping through one of the parenting magazines that were readily available in the room.

“I told you I was sorry, and as soon as we’re done I’ll get you whatever you want baby.” I lean in and kiss her cheek softly while running my hand down her arm. I know she loves it when I do that, even though she’s angry with me for not strapping the fridge to my back whenever we leave the house.

“I know. I’m sorry I’m just so cranky and I have to use the bathroom, but I can’t.” I just nod sympathetically, knowing what’s good for me.

“Mrs. Evans. The doctor will see you now.” One of the nurses sticks her head out into the room and we follow her immediately. I’m so fucking excited it’s not even funny. Okay, granted I’m the one that didn’t want to know what we’re having, but now that I know I’m going to find out, I can’t wait.

So we make it the room, nothing big is happening in case you are wondering. Is it me or does this room give everyone the creeps? Let me assess it shall I? The room is freezing. How the hell do they expect women to get half naked and basically spread eagle and yet still feel comfortable? I know that’s not possible and I’m a guy. Oh and I know about keeping everything sanitary, but damn I don’t think anything could survive this temperature. Anyway, before I let my mind wander too far into the logistics, I’ll turn my attention back to my wife and the doctor.

“So, Liz how are you feeling?”

“I feel really good. I’m glad I wasn’t sick at all, which is really great. But I’m hungry every hour on the hour and if I keep going, I won’t be able to fit through the front door.” My wife people, is she dramatic or what? Yes, she’s gained a little weight but she’s carrying two children right now. She is allowed to do that isn’t she? I know she doesn’t think so.


“It’s perfectly normal to gain weight, and don’t forget you have two babies in there, so it’s going to be larger than normal. But I have to tell you Liz, I know we’ve discussed it and I just want to reiterate that I don’t believe you will go to full term.” This is the conversation I didn’t want to hear. Every time we come here, they basically jam it down our throats that Liz won’t go to term. Like I’ve said before it worries the shit out of me, but the doctors don’t seem too worried over it. Then again it’s not their children and it sure as hell isn’t the love of their lives we’re talking about, right?

“I know. How far do you think I’ll make it?” Liz asks all the while squeezing my hand and I return the gesture, letting her know she’s not alone.

“After the ultrasound today, we’ll know better. We are hoping to get you to at least seven months, if not longer.” The doctor explains while preparing Liz for the ultrasound and I take one look at Liz and I know what she’s going to ask, because I was just about to ask it myself.

“What if I don’t make it to seven months?” The doctor looks at the both of us and offers us a smile? What the fuck?! Can she not tell how nervous we are? I don’t get it.

“Let’s just have a look first, okay?” We both nod and then I watch as the doctor begins to rub the device over Liz’s stomach. She tells us to watch the monitor and I’ll be damned if I don’t see them.

“God, that’s them. They’re really in there.” I say in awe and yeah okay I’m getting all sappy and shit but this is freaking amazing!

“Yes, Mr. Evans. And they look perfect. I’m just going to take a few pictures, for you to take home and then we’ll talk.” I’m worried all over again, but right now I can’t care about that. Liz and I are just watching their little heartbeats, their little hands and feet. I can’t wait to meet them.

“Doctor, can we…we want to know what they are. Can you tell us?” Liz asks with tears in her eyes, God I love her more each day. I don’t know if that’s possible, but it feels like that for me.

“Of course. Just give me one minute. You know you’re lucky, we have a perfect view of the both of them.” My heartbeat is racing right now. I might have to jump over the table if she doesn’t spit it out soon.

“Congratulations, they’re both little girls.”

“Really?” Liz asks enthusiastically and I think I might pass out. I haven’t said a word and I guess that’s because I’m still trying to process.

“Max? Are you okay?” Liz asks me softly and when I finally blink I see she’s already sitting up and the doctor has left the room.

“What? Yes. I’m fine. Are we ready?” I’m obviously still in a daze.

“Are you upset?” she asks in such a small voice that I break from my reverie to look at her. She looks like she’s about to cry. I’m an asshole.

“Liz, we’re going to have two beautiful girls. How could I be upset?” I ask framing her face in my hands. I lean in and kiss the tip of her nose just the way she likes and wait for her to speak.

“But, I figured you’d want at least one boy.” She shrugs and tries to get passed me. What the hell? I know I spaced out before but I’m happy as hell right now.

“What would make you think that? Because I’m a guy?”

“Yes! All guys want at least one boy. You know tradition and all.” She doesn’t look at me and I know that I have to rectify this situation quickly. I pull her into my arms and tilt her chin up to face me.

“Baby, we are going to have two precious little girls. They will be daddy’s girls and I can’t wait for that. Two girls that have big bright smiles and beautiful eyes, and long soft brown hair, like their mother. What more could I ask for? I know you think I wanted a boy. But Liz, I wanted two healthy babies and one healthy wife, what they were didn’t matter. You know that, because if it did then I would have wanted to know right away, but I didn’t, because I will love them just the same. They are the best parts of you and me combined, how could I ask for anything more?” I ask, my eyes and voice never wavering, just waiting for her reaction. I don’t have to wait too long because a second later she flings herself in my arms and kisses me hard.

“I love you, Max. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m thankful nevertheless.” I smile and pull her back into my arms and kiss her again, this time however the sound of someone clearing their throats interrupts us.

“Sorry,” we both mumble to the doctor who is sporting a grin on her face.

After we settle into her office, she hands us the pictures and I can’t help but run my fingers over them. They are my children. I’m going to be a father…soon. How soon? We’ll find out.

“I’ve reviewed everything, and at this point they are still small, which gives us the best hope that Liz will make it to seven months. We will have to monitor you and should you feel any discomfort of any kind…” The doctor rambles on for what seems like an hour. I’m dying here. I want to show my parents and my friends the pictures of my babies, doesn’t she get that?

I know I’m being insensitive, but the doctor said that all is well, so I need to celebrate. I need to…Did I just hear my wife right?

“What about intercourse?” I’m blushing and squirming in my seat. I am not having this conversation right now.

“I was wondering if it was still okay for Max and I to be together intimately without harming the babies. Or if we should stop.” Oh God! Not the four-letter word, no man ever wants to hear.

Stop

I had to pause a moment to let my heart break…just a bit. This is serious. I’m not ready to give it up. I mean, if I knew the last time would be the last time, I would have made it last longer or not went to sleep that’s for damn sure.

Do you think I’m being overdramatic? Well too fucking bad, because this is serious. When you have your spouse prancing around in a tiny little thong and barely there slip, you wouldn’t be able to hold out for long either.

“I see no reason for you to stop at this point. However, if at any time there is any pain or discomfort, you need to refrain from having intercourse.” Is it me, or does the word intercourse, just sound dirty? It does, doesn’t it? I mean you can say, sex and that doesn’t sound dirty, because people use that word all the time, but intercourse sounds like a term your grandparents would use, but they’d do it in that whispered tone. Like you didn’t know that grandma and grandpa in their glory days were getting it on. I mean hell, how the hell did they think their kids got here? Cause there ain’t no fucking storks flying around dropping babies off, know what I mean?

“I understand.” Liz says and we leave the office shortly there after.

We’re in the car for a few minutes and my mind is still reeling. I’m going to have two girls. God, I don’t know what to do with girls! All my friends have boys. I know what to do with them, but a girl? Two at that, I haven’t a clue as to what I’m supposed to do. This should be interesting, no?


****

One Month Later


“Harder Max,” she cries out to me and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to do what she’s asking.

“Yes! That’s it! Just a little harder,” she’s jumping up and down while I think I might pass out.

“Finally! Jesus Liz, we have been moving this furniture for the past two hours and all we have is a dresser in place.” Kyle drops to his knees while I try and get my breathing under control. I can’t help but nod my agreement.

“It’s not my fault that you guys took forever to drag it around the room!” She places her spoon inside the tub of ice cream in her other arm and takes a large scoop out.

“Liz, honey. Please we need a break.”

“Breaks are for chumps! And my daughters will not have a father who is a chump!” She says as she waddles around the room. She’s much bigger now and well just as sexy as ever. I can’t get enough of her and slowly she’s driving me crazy.

Remember a little while back when I said that I never wanted to hear the word, stop? Guess what? I’m eating those words. Lately, she has been completely insatiable. Now, granted I’ve got the stamina of a champion racehorse, but lately she’s been putting a hurting on said stamina.

I’ve been working, then coming home and getting things done for the nursery and for Liz. Then we’ll eat dinner, but she’s usually not happy with that, so I have to run around town hunting down something for her to eat.

It’s never something simple either. Lately she has been craving things from restaurants we’ve gone to and as you know, restaurants are not open twenty-four hours a day. So let’s just say it sucks to be me most days. Which is why I’m so tired out by the end of the day that when she’s just revving to go, I’m about ready to pass the fuck out.

I don’t let her down though, but lately it’s been getting to me and I’ve been doing something I know Liz would kill me for, if she found out.

“Max? Are you even listening to me?” Liz bites out angrily.

“Yes. Of course I am.” Bullshit!

“Well then what do you have to say?”

“Say?” I parrot.

“Yes. I wanted some strawberries and then Michael said they are out of season.”

“They are.” I answer knowing that my manhood, in every literal sense of the word is at stake.

“But I want them.” She pouts and places the container of ice cream on the table beside her before slipping into the rocking chair behind her.

“Baby, I’ll run to the store and see what I can find. Okay?” I’m quick to her side and I hear a round of, “whipped”, coming from behind me. I turn around and flip off both Michael and Kyle at the same time before turning my attention back to Liz.

“You sure? I don’t want you to if you don’t want to.” She sniffles out. So fucking adorable is what she is. I’d do anything for her.

“I want to. I’ll be back in a few.” I lean over and kiss her lips. She breaks out into a bright smile and begins to rock herself on the chair.

“Good luck with that man.” Kyle claps me on the back and I turn to him with a smirk.

“What makes you think I’m not dragging the both of you with me?” I say walking passed them.

“Maxwell, we were just kidding. We have to get home and…”

“Come on pansy asses, we have strawberries to find!” I yell out and I see them tumbling out of the room. My guess is that Liz said something to get them to run. That’s my little firecracker!


TBC…

[Behrsgirl77]

A/N - Okay guys...work has been killing me and with the Hurricane in Florida, let's just say my phone hasn't stopped ringing...hope everyone is safe

This will be a flyby post...Thank you guys so much for the feedback!! Much appreciated!!


Chapter 13

Shoot me now! No seriously, I’m not being dramatic and I’m sure as hell not being led around by my hormones…er I mean my wife’s hormones. Lately, she’s been driving me crazy even more so than ever.

Just last week she seriously had me wanting to rip my hair out. I’ll give you a little piece of how it went…

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“Max!” I love her, but the screeching has to stop.

“Yes baby?” She loves it when I call her that. You should see her face, it lights up and her eyes soften. She’s like putty in my hands.

“We don’t have any strawberries.” She pouts. Why do I get the feeling that I’m not going to like the words that come from her mouth following that statement?

“I know. You told me to remove every strawberry from the house last week, and so I did.” Oh shit! Now her bottom lip is quivering and her brown eyes are brimmed with unshed tears. What the fuck am I supposed to say now? I never know what to say and what not to say around her. She’s so emotional. And the pregnancy has made her even more so. But I can’t help but smile at her; I love her so much.

“I know…but I want some.” Not the tears!

“Okay. I’m going to go to the store and get you some…” I walk over to her framing her sweet face. Honestly I have no idea how I’m going to buy strawberries in the winter, but let’s not worry about that right now.

“No!”

“No? Liz if you want them then I have to leave and…”

“I don’t want you to leave me.”

“I’m only going to the store.” I try and reason with her.

“No.” She says crossing her arms in front of her chest. Obviously it’s not working.

“Okay how do you suppose I get them for you?”

“I don’t know.” Do you see what I’ve had to put up with? You’re probably wondering how the hell I haven’t committed myself. I guess it’s because there isn’t anything in this world that I wouldn’t do for her.

“Liz baby, you want strawberries and we don’t have any, so I have to go out to get them.” I’m talking to her as if she was five years old, but at this point that might do the trick. She seems to ponder it for a moment before a smile graces her face.

“Okay! Just hurry!” She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my lips.

“All right. I’ll be back in a few, call me if you need me.” I call out to her but just as I reach the front door, she stops me.

“Wait!”

“What?” I turn to face her and somehow…don’t ask me how, she’s got a fucking grocery list as long as my arm. And if you’re wondering how long my arm is, you obviously have nothing better to do with yourself.

“Liz, you do know that it’s going to take me a while to get this stuff, right?” She looks up at me innocently.

“Oh, of course I know that. But just hurry.” She flashes me a smile before taking a bite of the banana she has in her hands. Now is it me or did she just say she wanted strawberries? I shake my head and realize, either way I’m fucked. So I should stop trying to understand it, and just get with the program.

~~~~~~

As you can see, it’s been hell for me and it only seems to get worse. That’s why I have to wonder how Liz has not figured out the secret I’m keeping from her. It’s not really a big deal or anything, but she’ll probably be pissed off when she finds out. So long as everything goes according to plan, she will never find out.

I say whatever the wifey doesn’t know won’t hurt me.

Anyway wonder what I’m doing right now? If you think really hard you may be able to guess, if not I’m gonna tell you anyway. After all there is no sense in you and I getting all frustrated and shit.

I’m shopping, except I’m not alone. Yes, I have recruited a few fellas to complete this task. It’s not like I had to drag them or anything. In fact they jumped at the opportunity to spend their day with me.

Fine! I’m totally bullshitting. The only reason why they agreed was because everyone was over our place and then the women decided they wanted to talk about weddings and babies. That was just too much estrogen for us men, so we decided to make the women, and ourselves happy and get out of dodge before it came tumbling down on us.

“Oh hell no! She had the nerve to put this shit on the list? I’m not doing it. I don’t care if she’s pissed and I get none for the next month.” Kyle says shaking his head in disgust.

“What?” I ask pulling the list that Tess left for him, from his hands. My eyes open wide and then I can’t help but laugh.

“That’s fucked up, Max.” Kyle punches my arm.

“Let me see!” Michael calls out and rips the list from my hands.

“Oh shit! Damn Kyle, I feel bad for you. But if you don’t show up with them, Tess is gonna withhold sex for like a year.” Michael shakes his head and tries to not laugh, but he’s losing that battle quickly.

“I don’t give a shit. Her legs work, she can come back and buy them herself. That shit is nasty and I will not touch them.” Kyle visibly shudders and I slap him on the back and tell him like it is.

“Kyle, let me ask you something,” I start but he cuts me off.

“Fuck no! I’m not buying tampons,” he hisses out and I can’t hide the smirk. I know how he feels; Liz has sent me several times to buy them. However, the first time I refused to buy them, she held out sex for a full two weeks. And I think we all know what happens to Max and Mr. Snuggles, as she so affectionately calls my dick, after a week of no sex. I have to shudder at the thought myself. Let’s just say that after that, I bought those tampons with a big fucking grin on my face.

“Listen to Max, he’s never in the dog house with Liz. The man has skills,” Michael says with a nod and I just look at him wondering where the fuck that came from. Anyway, where was I? Oh right, giving the good advice.

“Kyle, I know it’s nasty and the thought of what they are used for, is…well let’s not talk about that. What I’m trying to ask is, no sex for a box of tampons that you don’t even have to touch? Come one man don’t be stupid. Just say yes!” I slap him on the back hard and reach for a box and toss it at him. He’s so dumbstruck that the box falls to the floor with a loud thud.

“I can’t.” He says shaking his head and walking away.

“Kyle, don’t be a pussy, just pick up the box and toss it into the cart.” Michael calls out after him.

I decide to spare Kyle and put the box in the cart and continue shopping. Liz’s list is twice as long. After all she’s preparing for Christmas dinner, not that she’s cooking. In fact, it will be me that will be cooking Christmas dinner for everyone at our place, but Liz is putting together the menu of food she wants to eat.

Help me!

****

After the fun task of shopping I get home to find everyone gone, which I am thankful for. If I have to hear about Tess and Kyle’s wedding one more time, I’ll pay to fly them to Vegas to get married. Liz is complaining that she can’t possibly by a bridesmaid being as huge as a killer whale; her words not mine just for the record.

Then we have Michael and Maria, who are expecting their second child, and Michael has yet to make an honest woman out of Maria, again her words not mine.

Let’s not mention the fact that Zan and Sarah will be leaving shortly, which has Liz upset as well, since they both won’t be here for the birth of our beautiful baby girls.

I can’t wait until they are born. Most of the time I’m trying to keep my wife happy and make sure she’s taken care of. She complains that she’s gaining weight and that her body is stretching to epic proportions; don’t look at me like that! You know damn well I would never say that about her, it’s her complex so I just run with it because if I’m honest, I’m terrified of her and her mood swings.

Did I mention, I’ve finally decided what to get Liz for Christmas? It’s the perfect present and I know she’ll love it.

“Max!” Will the screaming ever stop?

“Yes!” I call up the stairs to her. She ran up there a minute ago while I was putting away the groceries.

“Come here quick!” She sounds excited but impatient all at the same time.

I take the stairs two at a time and throw open our bedroom door.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

I don’t think I could put into words what I’m seeing right now. My wife, my beautiful pregnant wife is laying on the bed with her top off, and a Polaroid camera in her hands.

“Don’t’ just stand there! Help me take a picture!”

“Liz, why are you taking a picture of yourself naked?” Not that I mind. Hell I’ll keep a few for my collection, but I don’t know why she’s doing this now.

“Look mister, my breasts are only going to be this size once. Because if you think after having two babies at the same time, this shop is gonna stay open, you’ve got another thing coming to you! So, unless you plan on squeezing out a baby through the slit in your dick, I suggest you smile, take the camera and snap the fuck away!” She bites out sarcastically and I literally jump and snatch the camera from her hands.

“Max, why do you look like you’re afraid?” I swallow thickly and just snap the pictures. I feel so dirty.

“Nothing, Liz. It’s nothing.”

“Well then smile like you fucking mean it, buddy. Or this shop will stay closed until these babies are born.” Oh shit! She means business. I muster up a smile even Santa would be proud of and continue taking pictures of her breasts. Yes it’s a major turn on, but damn does she have to be so brutal?

“That’s much better sweetheart.”

I guess that goes to show you the extent of the love and affection and…who the hell am I kidding? Pregnancy hormones are fucking scary!


TBC…

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A/N- It feels like forever since I've updated anything, but I'm getting better. I would have had this part done yesterday but a certain someone who shall remain nameless *cough*Kara*cough* distracted me! See I was trying to get her to write this part for me, and what does she say when I tell her to just think like a guy for a few minutes?

Let me make sure I quote it right...ahem...

"I can't think about how my dick feels when I think of Liz. That just creeps me out."

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Chapter 14



Whoever coined the phrase, “Merry Christmas,” should be shot.

I know, once again I’m being dramatic, but unfortunately it cannot be helped. I honestly think Liz is slipping some kind of estrogen pills into my coffee in the morning. Seriously, lately I’ve been all emotional and honestly it has gotten ridiculous at this point.

I finally finished Christmas shopping for her, I think I bought half the mall at this point and I still have to wrap the bastards. Honestly, I usually love Christmas. In fact, last year Liz and I had an amazing Christmas. This year, oh let’s just say it’s shaping up to be the worst Christmas ever!

Liz…I love her, you know that, she knows that, hell everyone does, but I might just kill her. Okay not literally, but she has only gotten worse. I know, sit back and gasp aloud. I mean how could it be, right? After all she’s normally so in control, so calm and collected so…so…sane! Laugh now, go ahead I know you want to, but by the end of this week someone is not going to be breathing. And you’ll get one guess at who that might be.

Any guesses?

Come on people! Get your shit together and think! There is only one person who is holding on by a very thin string. One person that might pull out all his thick black hair, that he loves so much. One person that loves his wife, but if he has to hear her give him one more thing to do on Christmas Eve, might just scream from the roof top!

I’m over it. Really I am. That’s why I’m sitting my ass outside in the cold, while my wife is asleep in our bedroom. If she caught me she’d do some serious damage, but I’m too good to get caught. In fact, I’ve been coming out here for a little over a month and she has yet to suspect a thing. That’s how good I am.

Now, where was I? That’s right, I was ranting on about Christmas. Actually, it’s not Christmas that I’m worried about at all. What I am worried about is tomorrow, Christmas Eve. I have to cook dinner for everyone, and that includes friends, family and well any damn body else Liz, my mother and her mother decide to invite. Don’t get me wrong I offered to cook dinner for close family and friends, not the entire fucking neighborhood. Again, I digress. This is not getting me anywhere.

I take another nice long drag of my cigarette…oops! I guess the cat is out of the bag. I have taken up smoking but only to relieve some of the stress I’ve been feeling.

First of all my beautiful pregnant wife is driving me up the fucking wall. I love the woman but damn do I have to suffer because I knocked her up? I don’t think so, but she does of course. In fact, we had this little discussion the other night. I asked her why she felt the need to nitpick about every single thing I did, and why it seemed that she made it her duty to wake me up at two in the morning because she wanted french fries and cheddar cheese. Is that fucked up or what?!

You want to know what her response was? I’m sure you don’t; besides it’s not important or anything. I’ll just change the subject now, since I know you’re not interested in what she said…

Oh all right! I’ll tell you, stop whining! It’s not becoming at all. Damn get a fucking grip!

Ahem…she told me that she was sorry, and that she would take into consideration that she was running me into the ground. I, of course thanked her, but little did I know that wasn’t the end of her answer. She went on to explain to me, that next time I want to carry two babies I was more than welcome to. And yet again, I put my foot in my mouth and simply said, “Yes dear.” What a fucking mistake that was. She jumped from the bed and began to ream me out big time. Let me think, what exactly did she say…

“Yes dear? Don’t patronize me Max. Seriously, you want to carry what feels like fifty pounds around all day long? How about having it feel like someone is playing a very vigorous game of soccer with your bladder? Oh! And don’t even get me started with the fact that I have to roll around all day cause I’m too fat to get up from the bed, or the damned couch! Would you like to trade places? Because I’m sure it hurts like hell coming out of a woman, but I’d love to see how you manage to squeeze two babies out of your dick. In fact, I’d actually pay money to see it!”

Ouch! That’s all I have to say about that.

I need to get back to bed but I need a few more drags of this cig before I jump in the shower and wash off the smell from my body. Luckily for me, Liz sleeps like the dead otherwise I would have been busted a long…

“Max, what the hell are you doing?” Oh shit! Busted!

****

Ever feel like time is going in slow motion? That’s some freaky shit. Oh you know what else is freaky? My wife. Damn she looks pissed, more than usual I should say.

“Liz, what are you doing up baby?” I need to use everything I can to get out of this one alive. I swallow thickly.

“Are you smoking?” She asks, resting her hands on her hips. Is it getting hot out here or is it just me? I threw my cigarette to the ground and stomped it out as soon as she came up behind me, but I’m not that dumb. I know she saw it, but that does not by any means, mean that I have to admit it.

I’m a man. Which means, I admit…nothing!

“Smoking? I don’t smoke, Liz.” Again, I admit nothing. In fact, let me take this opportunity to confess a few things about men. I think I’ve shared a lot with you so far, but a few more things won’t hurt right?

Rule number one; we never confess unless our life is being threatened.

Rule number two; we stare at your breasts even when you’re pissed off at us. Because most times it’s late a night and they are looking perfect and round through some kind of see through shirt, or tank top.

Rule number three; we secretly thank whoever invented the thong. No seriously, this may sound frivolous, but we close our eyes and say our thanks for that one.

Rule number four…shit! That’s going to have to wait because Liz is not happy with me right now and I need to keep her happy, for my survival.

“Max Evans, I saw you smoking. So you want to stop lying and tell me when did this habit start?” I just stand staring down at her, her cheeks are still flushed and her wet pink tongue sweeps out to wet her lips. Damn, she looks sexy as hell right now.

“Liz, I just did it this once…” I start but she’s not buying it. Damn, but it was worth a shot.

“Baby, come here,” I say reaching out to pull her into my arms. She looks adorable with her white and pink robe on that says, ‘Mommy to be’.

“Max, don’t try and sweet talk your way out of this. I’m angry.” She nuzzles her cheek against my chest and I know this is wrong, but I don’t have much of a choice.

“Liz, I seriously only just started and it was only to relieve a little stress. I don’t do it all the time, nor do I plan on continuing to do it for very long.”

“What kind of stress? Me?” she looks up pouting and if she doesn’t stop giving me those hot looks, I’m doing to strip off her robe and do her right here. Hmm, actually that’s not a bad idea. But it’s pretty cold out here.

“No, of course not. Liz, it’s just the babies are due soon and I’m trying to get my head together, that’s all.” I kiss the top of her head and hope she doesn’t stay mad.

“I understand. But I want you to stop, please.” She adds that last part as she kisses my lips softly. I grow hard instantly, and don’t even look at me like that. Yes, I’m horny. Get over it.

“I’ll stop. In fact, let me go inside and take a quick shower before I show you how sorry I am.” I wink at her before leaning down and lifting her in my arms.

“Max! Put me down! I weigh like a thousand pounds and you’ll throw out your back!” Whoa! Is my wife trying to call me old?

“Liz, first of all you don’t weigh a thousand pounds or anything remotely in the vicinity of it, secondly if you are implying that I’m old, you should know better. Lastly, though, if I ever throw out my back it’s not going to be from lifting you.” I murmur against her neck.

“No?” she purrs out as I lay her down on the bed.

“No.” I reaffirm. And as much as I want her, I need a shower. I lean over and kiss her lips telling her I’ll be right back, but she tugs on my boxers before I have a chance to walk away.

“Liz, I smell like stale cigarettes. I’ll be right out.”

“No. I want you just like that.” Huh? She always complains about how cigarettes smell, so what’s up?

“You sure?” I ask raising an eyebrow in question. And before I know it, she’s slipping her robe off her body and scooting a little further up on the bed. I watch as she rests herself up on her elbows before letting her legs fall open giving me a perfect view of her.

“Fuck!” I hiss out.

“Hmm…that’s what I want you to do,” she says as she lies back on the bed. I can’t resist of course, so I happily climb up on top of her. It’s an awkward position, but don’t worry I’m very well experienced in making love to a pregnant woman.

I slowly kneel in front of her and reach for a few pillows from the bed and place them right underneath her hips. I slowly trail my hands up and under her short slip, and caress her belly. Okay, I’ll admit this is a bit on the weird side for me. I mean my daughter’s are like right there, and I know they can’t see me, but a small part of me thinks they know just what I’m going to do to their mommy.

Of course, like the true champion I am, I prevail and take my cock in hand successfully glide it along her soft pink lips, coating myself with her sweet juices. I watch her face for any discomfort; I start to worry now that she’s getting further along. She looks eager, hmm I like that look. I easily slide into her wet, warm walls and begin to stroke them.

“Max, hmm…harder,” she moans out thrashing her head side to side. I comply because let’s be honest, the feel of her close around me as I slide in and out of her, is fucking amazing. No man can resist. Oh! That’s rule number four. We’ll never turn down sex…ever. We can be pissed off at you, hell we can hate you, but if you are willing to give us the sweet stuff, we’re all yours.

“Max stop!” The second the words leave her mouth I’m pulling out of her and looking over her to see what happened.

“God, Liz. Are you okay? What did I do? Are you hurt? The babies? What?”

“If you would let me talk for a minute, I’ll tell you.” I try and calm my racing heart and watch as she tries to sit up. I help her of course.

“Max, I can’t do it this way.”

“Is it uncomfortable?” She shakes her head.

“What then?” I ask because excuse me if I’m confused.

“I feel so exposed and well, what if the babies can see?” she whispers out and for a minute I look around the room, just confirming that we are alone.

“Liz, they can’t see.”

“What if they can, Max? They’ll be scarred for life!” Her eyes are wild and I think it’s time to bring her back to reality.

“Liz, you know that’s bullshit. They can’t see and how many times have I told you to not read or watch those pregnancy comedies? They just put shit into your head.”

“How do you know they are wrong? And…” I successfully stop her rant by sealing my lips against hers.

“Max! This is serious.”

“So is this,” I say as I take her hand in mine and cover my stiff erection.

“You are such a guy,” she rolls her eyes but begins to stroke me.

“Ah, I am but that’s what you love about me the most.” I roll my hips in time with her strokes.

“Fuck, Liz. I need you.” I practically beg.

“Roll over, Max.” I do and just wait holding my breath. I watch through hooded lids as she straddles my hips. She takes me in her hand and impales herself on me.

“Ah yes!” I hiss out. I bracket her hips, aiding her movements because I know she’ll get tired pretty quickly.

“You like that, baby?” She practically moans out as I slam my hips up into hers.

“What do you think?” I continue to thrust into her from below, loving the feel of her close around me over and over again.

“Max…ah…Max…” she moans out arching her back and a second later I’m rewarded with the feel of her arousal bathe the tip of my cock. Just a few more pumps and I’m releasing myself within her, deeply.

“God, Liz. It just gets better and better.” I say as she lies down beside me. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer.

“Hmm, I know. Just think, we have very few moments like these left.”

“What do you mean?” Forgive me if I’m a bit panicked by this news.

“When we have two little ones running around, we are barely going to have time to make love.” How does one turn that frown upside down with news like that? Oh, I’ve got it!

“That’s okay baby. We need to work on our quickie skills anyway.”

“Max! You are such…”

“A guy. Trust me baby. I know.” I turn over and kiss her lips softly. I lie awake for a few minutes longer after she falls asleep. My mind is still reeling over what Liz said.

Do you think she’s right? We won’t have time for moments like this? I shudder at the thought, but I am one determined son of a bitch.

TBC…

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"I can't think about how my dick feels when I think of Liz. That just creeps me out."

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Chapter 15

“So you’re not going to get them for me?” Is she deaf? I don’t think so, yet she continues to ask me for these asinine cherries. Does she not see how busy I am?

“Max, are you listening to me?” she asks coming to stand between me and the counter.

“Liz, baby, I hear you but maybe you don’t realize how long it takes to cook a meal for twelve people.” I kiss the tip of her nose and turn to remove some items from the fridge.

“I really want them, Max,” she whines and then pouts. I’m a fucking goner. Why me Lord? Why?

I love my wife but right now I don’t have the time or the patience to deal with her cravings. Is that wrong of me? I ’m simply trying to spread a little fucking Christmas cheer and make dinner for a fucking army, yet she does not care.

“I know you do, Liz. But if I run to the only store that is open at this time, it will take me an hour.” If only you could see her beautiful face. Honestly, she doesn’t give a shit if I have to drive to New York City for a jar of maraschino cherries, so long as I bring them home. I digress. There is no point in me saying all this bullshit about me not going, when you and I know…I am going.

“Fine. I’ll go but only because you are so beautiful and adorable and are carrying my baby girls. But consider yourself lucky,” I warn as she, as best as possible, wraps her arms around my waist.

“I love you, Max!” she leans up and kisses my lips gently.

“Liz, I think you could do better than that.” I hold her tighter and she gets the hint because the next thing I know she’s thrusting her sweet pink tongue into my mouth.

“What are you doing?” I question when she pulls away. What the fuck? Did I say I’m done being kissed now? No, don’t think so. Why do women always pull away before the good shit happens?

“Cherries, Max.” She smiles and I find my eyes are permanently locked onto her sweet round ass. And can I just take a moment to state this for the record, my wife might be carrying twins, but other than her protruding belly, there is no other sign of her pregnancy. She’s still petite and as her middle expands, so does her other assets, if you know what I mean.

Okay, let me just elaborate a bit further for the slow learners out there. Men can be thrown into a few categories when it comes to the type of women they like. In fact, being men and being the simple creatures we are, can easily be thrown into four neat little categories.

Category one; the breast man. This would easily describe a man who could care less about how big or small a girls ass is, so long as she’s got a pair that would rival Dolly Parton. Enough said.

Category two; the ass man. Now some people get this confused with category number four, but they are obviously amateurs. Let me explain, if a man loves a nice round ass, that does not mean he loves every ass. Remember again we’re simple, so that means we want you to have an ass. Some like them big, some like them small, we all have a preference.

Category three; would be what my friends and I like to call, the overall package man. Now the girl can have a small rack, but so long as she’s got a plump backside, we’re happy as hell. This category, despite what other’s say, cannot be interchanged. Which means, if the girl has half a Dolly Parton going on up top, but no ass to go with that, she is not the girl for this type of guy. Which leads me to the final category.

Category four: no preference man. Well that is the nice version of the category title, but anyway in this category the man doesn’t care if she has an ass or not. Does she have a rack? Doesn’t matter, she just needs to be a female and he needs to be attracted to her for some reason. As you can tell this category is the most commonly used, because if a girl we like doesn’t fit into the top three, she is still a winner in our book.

So there you have it, now what the hell was I talking about to begin with? Ah yes, my wife’s assets. Now me myself, I’m an overall package kind of guy. And Liz, well she fits perfectly into that category. And can I just point out, I never knew how sexy a pregnant woman could be, until I saw Liz naked for the first time a few months after finding out she was pregnant.

It’s oddly arousing at times, like right now. She’s wearing this cute little red dress and her legs look so creamy and soft. I want to drag my tongue over them and watch as she writhes beneath me.

“Max! Get your mind out of the gutter and get me my damn cherries! Please.” Oh fuck! She has obviously zeroed in on the massive boner that has made itself evident in my cotton pants.

“Liz, stop licking your lips.” I warn.

“Why? What are you gonna do Evans?” she purrs out running a finger down my naked chest. Oh that’s it, she’s gonna get it now. And I do mean that in every sense of the word.

“Max! Oh my God! Put me down,” she squeals as I lift her in my arms and carry her into the living room.

“Oh hell no, you want to tease me like that. Get a guy all hot and bothered, talking about wanting some cherries, well guess what Liz?”

“What?” she asks breathlessly as I skim her matching red thong down her legs.

“I suddenly have the urge to taste a nice, juicy cherry myself,” I growl and skim my hands up her exposed thighs and lift her dress up, successfully giving myself an eyeful of her.

“Oh God!” she moans out and digs her hands into my hair.

I begin to lap at her moist flesh, tasting all of her and enjoying the moans of excitement coming from above me. I push her legs further apart and dip my tongue inside her soft center. I feel her legs between quake gently and her hips being to rock against my face. I continue to lick at her, tasting her sweet juices coat my tongue. I know she’s close, so I gently dip a finger inside of her wet center and suck on her sensitive nub. I’m rewarded a moment later with the feel and taste of her arousal dripping onto my tongue.

“Hmm, did I ever tell you how amazing you taste?” I seal her lips to mine.

“Max,” she pushes me away gently.

“Oh come on, you can’t tell me you’re embarrassed.” She blushes.

“I just had my face buried between your legs, tasting you and lic—”

“That’s enough! Could you please go get me my cherries now?” Damn, shot down before I could release. I’m surprised I haven’t exploded yet. Cause I’ll be damned if I don’t want her right now.

However much I’m contemplating driving into her soft body, the prospect of her getting pissed off is not looking like a good option for me. So reluctantly I find my shirt and leave the house a few minutes later.

****

“Hello?” I just pulled up to the grocery store across town and my cell phone is going off.

“Hi baby!” I roll my eyes. She wants something. How do I know? Besides the fact that I know my wife, I know that sugary sweet voice means she wants something.

“What do you want?”

“Boy, aren’t we grouchy?” I can picture her through the phone, scrunching her cute button nose. No! I must resist her cuteness right now.

“Liz, I’m tired and I still have to cook so please baby, just tell me what you want.” I sigh heavily. Not becoming of a man, but what other choice do I have.

“French fries.”

“What? What the hell for? I’m cooking dinner. You don’t need them.” I manage to wrangle myself out of my seat belt and step outside in the freezing cold. Did I mention that?

“Oh, so you think I’m fat?”

“What?! No. I never said that.” Oh shit, see this is where a man will always go down in the blaze.

“You didn’t have to. You just said I don’t need fries,” she mumbles out and I can hear her sniffles begin.

“Baby, what I meant was that I’m making all your favorite foods for dinner. I don’t want you to spoil your appetite.” I offer gently. Cause let’s face it, I’m up the shits creek with out a paddle if she stays pissed off with me.

“So I have a big appetite? You think I’m going to scarf down a whole bag of fries?”

“No—”

“Max, I want cherries and fries.”

“Okay,” I answer like the five year old she is talking to me like.

“Love you.” Right, she loves me my ass. Okay I know she does, but damn I think she’s riding the hormonal train to my death, that’s all I’m saying about that.

****

An hour and a half later, I make it back home. Can I just say that old women can be as sweet as pie and nasty as hell all at the same time? Seriously, I had a fight with one for the last jar or cherries. Who the fuck knew so many people ate them? And are they really even cherries? I don’t know and personally I don’t care. All I know is that I got the last jar and now my wife will give me serious head.

What? Oh please, you really didn’t think I was running out to the store out of the goodness of my heart, did you? Silly people, I’m shaking my head in disappointment. I am a guy, am I not?

Well then there is your answer. Stop acting a fool.

“Liz?” I call out to our oddly dark living room. It’s not nighttime, far from it, but all the blinds are closed.

“I’m in here!” she calls out from the kitchen. Oh no! Not the kitchen. I close my eyes and say a prayer that she didn’t try and cook anything while I was gone.

“Liz, why are all the lights off and the blinds…what the hell?” My eyes go wide and my jaw drops. Wonder why? Let me put it to you this way, our kitchen is filled with food. Cooked food. And I sure as hell didn’t do it.

“Surprise!” she smiles brightly walking around the counter to hug me.

“I’m surprised, but where did it all come from?” I ask putting my arm around her shoulder and walking further into the room.

“Well, I knew that you’ve been working hard and taking care of me is a handful. So I wanted to make dinner for you, but since my cooking skills have be lacking, I asked everyone to chip in and make something.” God, how did I get so lucky?

“Liz, this is amazing. Everyone made something?” She nods.

“Where is everyone?” I ask pulling her into my arms.

“They should be back here in about twenty minutes. Enough time for me to set everything up in the dining room,” she leans up and kisses my cheek before busying herself with the dishes.

“Thank you, baby. I had no idea.” I confess.

“I know you didn’t. Hell I thought I was going to have to cry for those damn cherries and fries,” she throws me a smirk over her shoulder and I narrow my eyes.

“You mean…” she shakes her head. I went to the store and fought with Mrs. Claus for a jar of cherries for nothing. I look up and watch my wife move around the room slowly and a smile forms on my lips. It was definitely for something.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask after a few minutes.

“Why don’t you take a nice long shower, and when you come back downstairs everything should be ready.” I nod and leave her alone. I jog up the stairs and can’t help but think this is one of the best Christmases ever.

****

“Dinner was excellent, thank you baby.” I kiss her lips softly as we cuddle next to the fireplace in the living room. All the lights are off and the Christmas tree is sparkling brightly.

“Hmm, I know. But don’t think this lets you off the hook, Evans. I expect a Christmas dinner to rival last years,” she says as she places a pillow behind her back for support. I reach over to help her.

“Don’t worry, you will have a fantastic dinner tomorrow, with a side of maraschino cherries and fries,” I joke and she rolls her eyes.

“You’re not serious,” she dares.

“Oh I’m serious. I’ll tell you the story behind the cherries later, but now it’s time to open a present.” I smile and pull out a box from behind me.

“Max,” she sighs softly and smiles brightly. She loves opening presents, hell who the hell doesn’t?

“Get mine, Max.” She points out to a small gift box under the tree. I sit up to retrieve it.

“Ready?” I ask her and she nods. We always open one gift at 12:01 a.m. Christmas morning. The rest we save for later.

We both tear into our gift, but I pause because I want to see her reaction.

“Oh my God! Max they’re so beautiful and cute!” she smiles brightly holding up the platinum necklace I bought with two baby bootie charms. They each have a pink diamond in the center of them, representing each of our daughters.

“You like it?” I ask only because well I wasn’t sure if she would or not.

“I love it! It’s so perfect,” she smiles and reaches out for me. She kisses me deeply as she tunnels her hands through my hair. Oh she likes it all right. I can tell, that kiss means I did good.

“Open yours,” she gestures towards the box in my hands. I lift off the top and smile at what’s inside, a platinum chain with a pair of dog tags hanging from it.

“They can be engraved, once we decide on the names,” she whispers out.

“I love them, thank you. They’re perfect.” I smile and to be honest it’s one of the best damn presents I’ve ever gotten. It’s reminder of my and Liz’s children to wear all the time. Yes I have to say, best damn present.

“Great minds think alike,” she smiles softly before beckoning me forward with her finger.

“I think, you’re right. What are you thinking right now, Mrs. Evans?” I ask huskily laying down beside her.

“Hmm, I’m thinking we should finish what we started this morning,” she whispers out right before I cover her lips with mine.

“I couldn’t agree more. Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Max.”

TBC…


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Chapter 16

What does a man hate more than Christmas shopping? Can’t guess can you? Well I’ll tell you.

After Christmas shopping.

There it is, I’ve admitted it and now I’m going to continue to follow one step behind my very pregnant wife. Should she be on her feet, you ask? Hell no. But will she listen to me is the real question?

I thought we should spend the day after Christmas in bed, she thought we should catch the sales. Am I the only one that finds something odd about that? Seriously, she doesn’t want me to cuddle with her and make her a nice lunch. I would think she’d be happy about that, but instead she has insisted that we get the nursery completed before New Years. Does she know something I don’t? Sometimes I wonder.

“Liz, don’t you think we should rest for a minute?” Hey, I’m tired. We had some good morning sex and my legs hurt like a bitch. Oh and let’s not forget about the six bags I’m carrying that are heavy as hell, and the throng of people I have to push through to keep up with her.

“No. Not yet, I need to get a few more things and we are meeting Michael and Maria for lunch anyway. Maria has some good news to share. I hope that it’s that Michael has proposed.”

“Right.” Okay I already know that that’s the news she wants to share. But I promised Michael I wouldn’t say anything. That is unless my wife asks me the question. Then I couldn’t lie.

“So what store are we going to next?” I ask as upbeat as I can.

“The Baby Store, because we still need car seats, Max. We can’t bring our girls home without them.” She tells me as if I didn’t know that we couldn’t. I just nod and lead her out of the mall. Today is going to be a long day, I can tell already.

****

My wife is going to send me to an early grave. Now you think I’m joking but I’m serious. She’s scanning the aisles for outfits to bring our daughters home in. Now maybe I’m just slow, but don’t women usually have baby showers and get half this shit there? Anyway, I digress and continue to watch her.

I lick my lips as my eyes scan up her soft creamy legs. It’s unseasonably warm out today, and she was hot this morning, so she decided to wear a dress. It’s long sleeves but it’s short. Not too short mind you but short enough to give me an eye full of her. The top is not really cut low, but now that she’s fuller on top it’s snug. Giving me an eyeful of her.

Suddenly I find myself hiding behind she shopping cart, the tent in my pants making it very obvious what I’m thinking about.

“Max, what about this color?” she holds up this lavender colored pants suit.

“I like it,” I offer but honestly it’s pointless what I think. She shrugs her shoulders and places it back on the rack. See, what did I tell you? My opinion does not count. Until she’s happy…wait a minute.

What the hell?

So I’m standing here watching her from a short distance, shopping cart in place and I’ll be damned if some guy didn’t just walk up to her and strike up a conversation. Does she not look pregnant?!

Okay. I’m not jealous; in fact it just reinforces my belief that my wife is sexy as hell pregnant. Then again the dress she’s wearing does nothing to hide those legs and her now full and rounder breasts. Damn straight, I feel some pride in seeing her this way. I made her that way, and it feels good.

This isn’t the first time a guy has hit on her either. But I watch this one closely; he’s taking a liking to her. I growl, what the hell! Is he looking down her top?! He is! I need to put an end to this, now.

I stroll over and wrap my arm around her shoulder. “Hey baby,” I say as I turn her slightly to cover her lips with mine. Damn she tastes good. I slide my tongue along her bottom lip and she opens up for me. I begin to devour her, crushing her against me as best as possible and smirk when I hear her breathy moan escape.

I pull away and nuzzle her neck, peeking open my eyes to see the guy still standing here watching us. What the fuck! Does he not get the hint?

“She’s taken, keep shopping,” I growl and Liz tenses. I’m confused. When she turns around to face this prick I watch her face and I realize, she knows him.

“Liz,” I trail off while she places a hand on my chest. I swallow thickly, why do I feel nervous?

“Max, this is Matt. Matt this is my husband Max Evans.” Liz smiles nervously and I feel sick. Yes, I’m passed the experience but this is Liz’s ex fiancé. Not boyfriend, but the guy she cheated on to be with me. Granted it does feel great that she chose me, but I still feel pretty shitty that she cheated in the first place. I don’t hold it against her and I trust her more than anything, but it’s kind of awkward.

“Nice to meet you.” He reaches out his hand for me to shake, and I do. But it’s just really fucking weird. I need to get out of here.

“So, how have you been?” she asks and my eyes practically pop out of their sockets. Why does she care?

I’m not jealous!

“Pretty good. You look great. When are you due?” he asks and my eyes narrow. Am I not standing right here?

“Thank you. In a few weeks, it’s twins!” she smiles brightly and as much as I’d like to join in her happiness, I can’t. Why is she sharing this information with him? There is no reason for it, don’t you think?

“Wow! Well Max I see you have your hands full,” he says wiggling his eyebrows at me. Do I know you? Is what I want to say.

“Liz, we need to get going.” I don’t want to be rude but getting the fuck away from him would be excellent right now.

“I guess I’ll see you around, Liz.” Oh no! I watch in slow motion as he leans in and kisses her cheek. Oh fuck this! I growl and pull Liz away before she has a chance to say anything.

“Max! What are you doing? You’re being rude.” She reprimands me, but I don’t give a shit.

“Liz he was flirting with you! And he is your ex! That’s just some weird shit.” I say as I help her out of the store and into the car.

“That’s just crazy! He was not flirting, he was being nice,” she huffs out.

“Nice? Is looking down your top conducive of being nice nowadays?” I pin her with an incredulous glare. I don’t believe it. She’s not that naïve is she?

“You’re just jealous,” she pouts and looks out the window.

“Jealous? Liz you slept with me while you were engaged to him, I’m not jealous. But I don’t think he needs to know anything about you. It’s none of his business, and him acting like he knows me, well that shit pissed me off.” I mutter the remainder of that sentence under my breath.

“Aww baby, don’t be worried. I’m all yours.” She leans over a little and caresses my cheek softly.

“Liz, I know you’re mine. Of that I have no doubt, but I don’t think he should have been eyeing you up like you were his next meal. That’s bullshit.” I growl once again.

“Stop growling Max.” She says with a twinkle in her eye. Oh she likes it doesn’t she?

“I need you, now.” Where the hell did that come from? Oh must be the other head that’s tucked away nicely in my pants.

“Max, we just did it…and we have to finish shopping and…” she begins but I quickly pull off the road and pull in back of the shopping plaza.

“Now, Liz.” I growl at her and I watch as her jaw drops, but I can tell she’s hot for me.

“I promise tomorrow…we’ll…come…back.” I moan out as I kiss her neck. I notice how uncomfortable it’s getting in the front seat.

“Back seat, Liz.” I watch as she quickly opens her door and gets out the front seat. I jump in back opening the door for her, and helping her in. She crawls on top of my lap and I quickly skim my hands up her dress, pulling her panties down.

“Max,” she moans out against my lips as I plunge one long finger inside of her moist heat. She begins to ride my hand in earnest, she’s dripping and ready for me. About as ready as I am, cause I need her now.

“Scoot back baby,” I say as I reach for the button on my jeans, she doesn’t give me a chance to finish though.

“Hmm, let me help you.” She whispers out and pulls me free from the tight confine of my jeans.

“Tell me Max, were you jealous? Did you not like the way he was looking at me?” she asks as she rubs my erection across her wet lips. My head falls back with a soft thud and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Damn that feels great, what was she saying again?

“No…I didn’t like it, you’re mine,” I moan out placing my hands on her hips, putting her in position to impale herself on me.

“Say it, Max.” What? She wants to talk now?! I can feel her liquid heat dripping against the head of my erection and she wants to talk?!

“Liz, God…just do it,” I say thrusting myself up into her, she won’t let me enter her though. I’m about to scream out of frustration.

“No, say it.”

“Fine! I was jealous, Liz. I didn’t want him looking at you. He’s seen you naked and knowing that he still wants to see you, especially now, made me jealous…shit!” I hiss out when her wet heat completely encloses over me. She places her palms on my shoulders and begins to ride me.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good.” I place my arm around her back and aid her rapid movements.

“Max…I love you,” she whispers as her lips hover over mine. I need to kiss her so bad and she’s going to make me beg for it.

“You want to…ah…kiss me?” she asks and I feel the first tremors of her orgasm as she picks up her pace.

“What do you…think?” I place my hand behind her neck and slide my tongue into her hot mouth. I drive into her from below as my tongue thrusts into her mouth with the same motion. Our bodies glide together, hot and slick, popping and trembling as we reach our end.

“Liz…” I start when I feel her walls contract around me tightly, drawing me in deeper as she comes all around me.

“Max…yes…Max!” she screams out and I finally let go, releasing a long serrated moan as I explode inside of her.

“Max?” she says as we settle back into the front seat.

“Yeah?” I look over at her flushed face and smile with pride. Hey, don’t look at me like that. I’m a guy…and my wife has just been…for lack of a better term, taken care of.

“You don’t have to worry about Matt. He’s over me, Max.” She smiles and although I believe her, why do I get the feeling that it’s not the last time I’m going to see him?

I’m probably wrong, right?

TBC

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Chapter 17


“So honey, tell me how everything is going?” Why do mothers have this tendency to read too far into a situation? I simply come over to help her with some rearranging and she is giving me the third degree. Not cool at all.

“Everything is fine, mom.” She eyes me suspiciously, damn her for knowing me so well.

“Oh is Max brooding again over having two girls?” Zan walks in and if I weren’t so far away I’d slap him in the back of his head.

“I am not brooding,” I grind out as I flip Zan off while my mother’s back is turned.

“Oh sweetheart you have nothing to worry about…unless…” she trails off and my eyes narrow in confusion.

“Unless what?” I turn to Zan who just shakes his head and laughs to himself. What the hell is going on?

“Nothing. Max could you move that chair into the den for me?” My mother points to this old rickety chair that has been in our family for about three generations. It’s ugly as hell and I have to wonder why my mother even keeps it in plain sight. Wait a minute. I’m getting off the subject here.

“Hold on, what were you referring to before, mom?” I ask and she just smiles.

“I was simply saying,” she always starts a sentence off that way when she’s trying to let me down gently about something.

“Yes,” I wave my hand in the air for her to continue before I get old and grey or before Liz has those babies.

“That Liz is a handful, and well if your girls turn out anything like her, then you will have your hands full.”

“She’s a firecracker that one,” Zan chimes in and honestly I was going to say she’s like a whole box of fireworks, but I’ll go with that.

“Yeah she is. And let’s not talk about my unborn daughter’s yet.”

“Why not, Max? Oh, before I forget everything is ready for the shower tomorrow. Liz doesn’t suspect anything right?” I shake my head. Liz has tried, boy has she tried but I stood my ground and did not reveal the surprise to her.

“No, Liz doesn’t have a clue. In fact, she’s at home with the girls and they are just hanging out. Liz is upset about Sarah and one can only guess as to why, Zan leaving.” I add that little dig at my cousin, just because I can.

“Why don’t you want to talk about the girls yet? Max they will be arriving shortly,” she says as she instructs Kyle to remove the pillows off of one the couches. Did I forget to mention that the shower would be at my parent’s house? It was the most logical and Liz thinks we’re coming over for dinner tomorrow, so it will be a perfect surprise.

Can I take a moment here to ask, why my mother keeps referring to my children as if they were on plane coming from some far off land, instead of waiting to born? Maybe it’s just me, but I had to get that off my chest.

“Oh Max, why don’t you tell your mom why you are less than excited for your daughter’s to arrive and grow up to be the little foxes we know they will be?” Michael calls out and I growl at him.

“Max honey, didn’t Liz tell you about the growling? It’s not very becoming.” I roll my eyes. See what I have to put up with? This is too much for any man, and now I’m going to have two girls on top of Liz?

“Hey Michael, why don’t you shut up.” I say back and fling a pillow at him.

“Hey! Watch the hair, I have to take Maria out tonight and I don’t feel like doing it again,” he says while pretending to fix his hair.

“And when did we start wearing the panties in the family?” I joke and know what’s coming from my mom, but it was worth it, no?

“Max Evans!” And so it begins. I get reprimanded for speaking about a woman’s undergarments. Now don’t get me wrong my mother is not like a prude or some shit like that, but she gets really embarrassed in a room full of guys. Like she is now. She blushes and sputters out incoherent words, oh and let’s not forget how many, ‘good heavens,” she spits out. It’s great, gotta love her!

“Relax mom, you want me to go get Pinky for you?” God knows that dog irritates me but hey I should get used to the color pink, I am having two girls.

Oh screw that! They will wear blue and they will play every sport known to man. Don’t look at me like that. I’m serious. And my wife will not have anything to say about it. They are my children too and I should have a say. No! I will have a say damn it!

“Max, stop being a smart ass and tell me about what you’re feeling,” she pats the chair beside her and can I say I want to kill my friends?

“Yes, Max tell your mother how you never want your daughter’s to date.” Kyle laughs and I flip him off as well.

“Max would you stop giving your friends the finger?” I turn a shocked face towards my mother and just laugh.

“I love you, mom.” I tell her and she reaches out and ruffles my hair like she used to do when I was five.

“Anyway, it’s two kids at once. I can barely handle Liz.”

“You will do great, Max. You’re wonderful with children.” She smiles and I watch as the rest of the guys take a seat around the room. What is this, therapy session for Max?

“I might be great with other people’s children but these will be my own. If I fuck up other people’s kids, it’s okay cause I can give them back. But if they’re mine and I screw them up then I have to fix it.” Everyone starts laughing. What did I say something funny?

“Stop exaggerating. You are cool and calm under pressure; it’s your wife you need to watch out for. I know when Maria went into labor I was a wreck but she’s not have as insane as Liz is,” Michael says and I just smile. She is insane but I do love her. I wouldn’t change her for anything either.

“I know. I’m a little worried too, Liz is so tiny and she’s having two babies at once. That freaks me out, and I know she worries about it to so I don’t really talk to her about it.” I tell my mother after the guys leave the room to grab some sandwiches my mother made in the kitchen.

“Liz will be perfectly fine. And the doctors know what they are doing. Having babies is not some new concept, Max. Women have been giving birth for thousands of years.” I smile at my mother. No matter how I’m feeling she knows what to say to bring me back to reality.

“Now tell me, Max. How excited are you?” she asks and bright cheesy ass smile makes it way onto my face.

“I’m fucking excited mom.” I tell her and that earns me a slap on the back of the head.

“Could you please keep the profanity out of it, Max?” she rolls her eyes and calls out for that damn dog.

“Mom, please! Get it off of me. She will start humping my leg again,” I groan. You thought I was a horn dog…but I’m nothing next to Pinky.

“Oh Max, stop being such a baby,” she swats me with the back of her hand.

“Yeah Max, get your pansy ass up and help us move the furniture. It’s not moving itself. And besides, it’s not like you don’t have years before Prom.” Kyle jokes but I for one am not finding it funny at all.

“Prom? My daughters will not be going to prom.” I grind out and once again everyone starts laughing.

“Alright, the next person to laugh at something I say will have to keep Pinky overnight.” Ha! See how they like having a dog hump their leg twenty-four hours a day.

“Now, can we please drop this conversation? I do not at any time in my life want to think about my daughter’s with boys.” I shudder visibly at the thought.

“Relax Maxwell.” Zan says patting me on the back. You know, even if I don’t say it, I am going to miss him.

****

It’s been four long hours and we are still not done. Why did I not realize how much furniture my parents had?

I should call Liz, but I figure if she wants to talk to me she’ll call right? I’m searching the house for my mother, she was supposed to come back downstairs but alas she got sidetracked.

“Mom, what are you doing?” I walk into my old bedroom. Ahh, the memories. Me and Liz and that bed, funny how I just remembered that.

“I was just thinking back to when you were a little boy, how I used to love to sing to you. I guess I just forget how small you used to be.” She starts to cry and I quickly reach her side and hug her.

“Mom, don’t cry. I’ll always be your little boy,” I reassure her but she pulls away and looks at me funny.

“Max, I am not crying over you. I’m crying because I’m going to be a grandmother, finally!” she bursts out with a smile and forgive me if I’m feeling a little hurt.

“Mom, are you saying you don’t miss me being little?” I ask in a small voice.

“Oh Max, of course! You will always be my little boy, but you know as well as I do you stopped being that when you were about ten.” I nod because it’s true. I felt like I was my father’s son by that age. My mom was all dainty with Isabel what did I care? I was going to be just like my father that was all that mattered.

“I know, but you’re still my mommy,” I bat my eyelashes and hug her again.

“Max, stop. You are crazy. I just can’t wait for them to get here.” She whispers out and I can’t help but agree.

“Me either. I wish it were already time. Then another part of me is saying we’re not ready. There is still so much to do. At least we have the room ready and all the furniture, but I guess I want a little longer of it being just Liz and I. Make sense?” I ask her and she nods her understanding. After all, I really can’t wait for them, but I am going to miss Liz and I. Like she said to me before, it will be different.

“Max!” I hear Michael yell to me from the hallway. There is something in his voice that sends chills down my spine. I race to the door with my mother trailing behind me and we almost run each other over.

“What? What’s wrong?” I ask him as soon as I see the look on his face.

“It’s Liz,” he rushes out.

“What’s wrong with Liz? Is it the babies? What?! Michael damn it talk to me!” I grind out and my mother places a hand on my shoulder.

“I don’t know. All I know is that Maria said they are headed over to the hospital, I couldn’t really understand her. She said Liz wasn’t feeling good and they tried to call you but you didn’t answer.”

“Fuck!” I realize now that I left my phone in the car.

“Let’s go. I’m driving.” Zan runs up behind Michael and I simply nod. Because if anything happens to her…I don’t want to think about that.

“Max, it will be okay.” I hear my mother but for the first time, it brings me little comfort.

TBC…

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A/N - Please Read

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Chapter 18



“A burrito Liz?” I run my hands through my hair as I pace in front of her hospital bed.

“I’m sorry. I was hungry, and…it was Sarah’s fault,” she mumbles out only to be cut off.

“Me?! You were the one saying, oh I haven’t had Mexican in forever,” Sarah starts and I just can’t believe this is happening now of all times. I have to wonder if this shit happens to anyone else, or if I’m just the lucky one.

“Well it was true!” Liz rolls her eyes dramatically as she takes a sip of her water.

“That’s not the point. Then do you remember what you said to me?” she asks Liz and Liz just blinks innocently. Damn, I’m pissed at her for worrying me, but how can I be angry when she looks so adorable sitting in the center of the bed rubbing her hands over where our girls lay? See, I can’t.

“No, I don’t recall my exact words. Besides what does this have to do with anything?” Liz asks and maybe it’s just me, but I’m finding this quite comical. I think I’ll take a seat and see how this plays out.

“It has everything to do with everything,” Sarah blinks and I can tell she’s just as confused by her words as I am. But she continues nevertheless.

“You just told Max it was my fault you ate a burrito. And it’s not. I simply suggested it, since I was moving out of town in a few days. I thought we could just have Mexican one more time. No one told you to order that damn burrito. That was all on you, Liz.” Sarah shakes her head and crosses her arms.

“Me? You just said you suggested it. So it is your fault.” Liz smiles triumphantly but I know Sarah, she won’t back down.

“No, you said…and I quote, ‘Max won’t let me eat burritos anymore because I always get heartburn. And now that I’m pregnant they upset me more,’ end quote.” Sarah smiles in satisfaction and I have to give it to her. It was Liz’s fault. That’s my girl…never listening to me. Will she ever learn? Really is it that hard to listen to me once in a while? Not always just maybe once?

I digress.

“Liz, baby you know you shouldn’t have,” I say as I stand up and cross the room. I take a seat on the bed with her and she looks upset.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It was different, Max. I swear it was. It didn’t feel like normal,” she tells me and she looks scared. I quickly turn to Sarah and ask her for a few minutes. I have to help Liz get dressed and then we’re headed home for some rest. I discussed with my and Liz’s mother that tomorrow the shower should be on, but we are going to cut it short.

“Okay, Zan and I will swing by the house a little later to check up on you.” Sarah says right before giving Liz a soft smile and leaving the room.

“Now, what’s wrong?” I ask her and she rests her head back against the pillows. I take this opportunity to run my hands over protruding belly. It still amazes me to this day to feel my children move around inside her. That still completely amazes me.

“Max, I’m scared,” she whispers out shakily.

“About what?” I’m not a total fucking moron. I know what she’s talking about but we’ve never really discussed it. I knew it was inevitable. I swallow thickly and try and bury my own fears.

“They’re coming soon, Max. And I know that I’ve had a few months to get used to it, but I’m terrified that something will go wrong. What if they were born today? They would be early, and what if they weren’t okay? I don’t know what I’d do,” I quickly lean her up and wrap my arms around her. She buries her head in my chest and balls her fits into the cotton of my shirt. This is so much harder to talk about than I imagined.

“Baby, I know you’re scared…so am I, but the doctor’s told you today that you would most likely deliver early. They checked the girls out and they are completely healthy, so even if they are born early they are big enough.” I run my hands through her hair and kiss her temple reassuringly.

“It’s my fault,” she mumbles out against my chest and I quickly pull back to look into her eyes in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” I ask as I frame her face between my hands.

“I’m so little that’s why they are going to come early.” I give her a small smile.

“Liz, you are little but I love that about you. You fit me perfectly that way, and our daughter’s are going to be fine, Liz. You and they are my whole life, and I know I can’t control everything, but I would never let anything happen to you. You know that right?” I ask kissing her lips softly.

“I know, Max. I guess I just want them to be really okay.”

“They will be, baby. I love you.” She smiles and leans up to kiss me.

“I love you, Max. Let’s go home.”

“Okay, but no more Mexican Liz.” I warn her.

“No more Mexican Max,” she mocks me and I have to roll my eyes. She is definitely a handful, but I wouldn’t take her any other way.

****

“Oh my God!” I hear Liz yell from the living room and I drop everything to run out there.

“What?! What happened?!” I stand in front of her and watch as she and Maria double over in laughter.

“I’m s-sorry Max. It was just that Maria was telling me that Michael didn’t want to wait to get married.”

“Are you kidding me? Liz, I’m trying to get some things prepared for tomorrow’s party and you are yelling about Michael wanting to get married? You want to put me in an early grave don’t you?” I ask her pretty much flustered since she was just in the hospital a day ago. Don’t I deserve a break? Don’t answer that, we all know the answer. Let’s move on.

“I didn’t mean it. You can go finish cooking. Oh, when are we leaving?”

“In about an hour. I’ll call my mom in a few just to make sure everything is ready for…” I stop myself. Did you catch me? I almost fucked up the surprise.

“For?” She implores suspiciously.

“Dinner, what the hell else would I be talking about?” I ask and I think I feel the sweat dripping down my forehead. I better get the hell out of here. I quickly turn on my heels and high tail my ass out of the living room and Liz’s curious looks.

A few minutes later I’m on the phone with Liz’s mother, she’s at my parent’s house.

“Is she doing better today?” Nancy asks.

“Yeah, she’s doing much better.”

“Well everyone is here waiting, so when she’s ready head on over.” I finish up my conversation and clean up in the kitchen quickly. I see that Maria has left and I see Liz watching television eating a bowl of popcorn. Where the hell did she get that? Was I that oblivious in the kitchen that I didn’t notice her?

“Liz, where did you get that?” I ask motioning towards the bowl in her hand.

“Oh, Maria went in the kitchen and got it for me.” Huh? She did? Obviously my wife’s antics are making me lose my mind. Either that or I’m getting old…I shudder at the thought.

“You ready to go?” I ask as I help her off the couch.

“Yes. What is your mom making? I’m hungry.” She grumbles out. I know she’s tired and if New Year’s Eve weren’t tomorrow then I would have postponed the shower. However, I knew if I did that, then Sarah would miss it and that would only upset Liz.

“Not Mexican, that’s all you need to know.” I answer her and that earns me a slap on the arm.

“You know Liz, what will our daughter’s think if their mommy beats up on daddy all the time?” I say pretending to be hurt and I get slapped again. What the hell?!

“Max, our daughter’s will think their father is a push over.” She smirks as she opens up the front door. I stand here with my mouth wide open.

Am I a push over? I don’t think I am? I groan, I am a pushover. This sucks! I am the man of this house damn it.

“Max stop brooding,” Liz says as she flips through the stations. Okay, this is my car yet every time we get in it she changes the radio station or the CD I have playing. This is it. I’m putting my foot down. I will be a pushover no more!

“I am not brooding,” I say as I lean over and change the station back.

“Max, I don’t want to listen to that,” she pouts and flips the station again.

“Liz, this is my car. When I’m in your car I don’t change your stations. Yet, every time I’m driving, no scratch that, whenever I’m in the car with you I can’t listen to what I want.” I say as we approach the entrance ramp to the highway.

“Max, you can listen to whatever you want. I can’t help that you choose to let me listen to what I want when I’m in the car.” Did she bump her head? Because I could have sworn I just said I can’t listen to what I want.

“Liz, I don’t choose it you just take it over.”

“I do not!” she huffs out and I chuckle to myself.

“Yes, you do.” I reassure her.

“You’re just jealous,” she accuses and I out and out laugh.

“What is so funny?” She grits out behind clenched teeth.

“Liz. I’m your husband right?” She nods.

“So why do I feel like you run the show?”

“Run the show? Max you are a wonderful husband, but you don’t understand.” What is she talking about? I’m trying to make a point about my masculinity and she is just ignoring me once again.

“Understand what?” I turn to her quickly then back to the road. We are about five minutes from my parent’s house.

“I’m the girl. I’m cute and I’m funny and I’m carrying your children. That in a nutshell will let me get away with everything. So Max, I’ll tell everyone that you run the show, but you and I know better.” She winks at me and gives me this mischievous smile.

What’s that sound you ask? That’s the sound of my ego shattering into a thousand pieces. I feel completely devastated by this knowledge. It can’t be true, right?

“What the fuck does that mean?” I pull off the highway and grip the steering wheel tightly. My world has tilted on its axis. The world must be coming to and end. I see the light…I’m going to…

Oh relax will you? I’m just fucking with you. I am not, nor have I ever been that dramatic.

“You love me right Max?” I nod.

“You would do anything for me right?” I nod again. Oh brother, I see where this is going. Can you? If not, sit back and watch as my…well you’ll see.

“Good. Now that we are in agreement, can I change the radio station now?” I nod again because I know that she’s right. I might be the man of the house but my wife; my lovely pregnant wife and my unborn daughter’s will be running the show.

I groan and sigh deeply.

“It’s okay Max. It happens to the best of them. Maria, Sarah and Tess told me all about it. If you need to, you can discuss it with the guys.” She pats me on the back and I honestly have to blink a few times to clear my head.

Why is it that I’m just finding out about this? Why was I not told by my friends of this precious knowledge? I could have avoided this situation completely.

“Breathe Max. I don’t want anything happening to you. I love you too much for that.” She smiles and for some reason, that made me feel better.

I guess she’s right after all. I would do anything for her. And if letting her listen to the radio station she desires, or sending me to the store in the middle of the night for some chocolate chip mint ice cream, not the white kind but the green one. Then I am a pushover, but I know she wouldn’t take me any other way.

We finally pull up in front of my parent’s house and I cut the engine. I reach out for her hand and kiss the back of it gently.

“I love you, Liz.” She gives me a beautiful smile and then reaches for her door handle.

“I know you do. Now let’s get going, my presents are waiting.” How the fuck?!

“Liz, what are you talking about?” I try and pretend like I don’t know it’s her surprise shower today.

“Oh please,” she waves me off. “You didn’t really think I wouldn’t know that today was my baby shower did you?” She laughs to herself and I just sit here staring at her in amazement.

“I never told you.”

“No, you didn’t. But see Max I might be a little flaky, but I can pay attention to signs.” Somehow I manage to get myself out of the car and over to her side to help her out.

“Signs? What signs?” She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses my lips softly.

“Those.” She starts up the walkway and I groan.

Wonder why?

Let’s just say whoever the fuck decided that hanging a sign in the living room that says, ‘Baby Shower’ facing the street is a total and complete moron. I roll my eyes. I was doing so good wasn’t I?

We reach the front door and Liz puts on her best surprise face. She’s such a trooper. She knows that everyone worked hard to keep it from her. That’s yet another thing that reminds me why I love her. She would never hurt anyone’s feelings intentionally.

“Surprise!” Everyone yells and Liz jumps in surprise and a bright smile graces her beautiful face.

“Hey Maxwell. I see it worked she didn’t figure it out,” Michael pats me on the back. I’m meeting the guys here. We’re going to play some ball in the meantime.

“Yeah. We did good right?” Kyle says as he reaches the front door.

“Yes, you guys did good. But I have to ask, who the fuck hung that sign up?” Zan strolls up behind us.

“Hey cuz, you like the sign? I hung it up myself. I did good right?” I lift my hand up and manage to slap him in the back of the head.

“Shit what was that for?” he rubs the place I just hit.

“Let’s go.” I say and lead the guys out of my parent’s house.

“What’d I do?” Zan asks once we all pile in Michael’s truck.

“You. Asshole. Hung the sign up so that it faced the street.”

“Oh damn. My bad.”

“Yeah Zan. Your bad.” I roll my eyes.

“You’re gonna miss me ain’t you?” he asks and I give him the yeah right look.

“Yeah. You are.” He smiles in satisfaction.

I’ll admit it. I will miss him. But I guess it’s time for a new beginning for everyone.

“Alright, enough of the pansy ass bullshit. Let’s go play some ball.” Kyle calls out and I just lean back and enjoy the ride.

I guess a part of me knows this will really be the last time we get together like this for a long time.

And I’m man enough to admit that I will miss it.

Now enough of the mushy bullshit. Dry your eyes and get over it. Stop being sentimental and find yourselves something to do while I shoot some hoops.


TBC…