“Uh huh. Well...what is it?”

She opens one eye and screws up her face, reluctant to answer.

“Tell me. But before you do, if you say Hird or Lloyd or any other Bomber’s player’s name, we will have to wage a deal of the century.”

“Lauchie,” she says softly, her eyes searching mine for approval.

Lauchie...after my little brother. My heart hammers in my chest, and emotion fills my entire body. This woman never ceases to amaze me, just when I think I can’t possibly love her anymore, she does or says something else that has me worshiping her further.

I climb back under the covers and bring her close to me, kissing her lips passionately. “It’s perfect, my love. And so are you.”

CHAPTER SIX

I know I’ve said this before, but honestly, I just love watching Alexis sleep. To stare at her naked back while she dreams, taking in every tiny bit of the beauty she projects during her peaceful slumber. For the past three months though, she hasn’t been able to sleep on her tummy. Therefore, it hasn’t been the sight of her naked back that I have lovingly absorbed like usual. Instead, I have been privileged with the view of her angelic face and her perfectly rounded stomach—a stomach that makes my heart beat like fuck every time I see it.

I carefully shift in bed next to her as I make myself more comfortable, supporting my head on my hand and lightly trailing my finger around her protruding belly. My touch is deliberately feather soft, as I don’t want to chance waking her—she needs all the sleep she can get.

Last night was exhausting for her, especially after playfully jamming with me and Derek, followed by an awkward attempt at Twister carpet with Carly. If I wasn’t mistaken, my best friend—and shameless pervert—found their gently tangled position highly amusing, and not in the funny-ha-ha kind of way.

I have no doubt that last night’s antics together with Alexis having gone back to numerous piss-stops throughout the night, is a result of her now overt tiredness. Obviously, this is bad for her, but not so much for me. I can’t help find her frequent midnight toilet runs entertaining. I know that’s sounds horrible, but I can’t. The grumble of annoyance she makes as she awkwardly rolls and shuffles herself in the bed is fucking adorable. Not to mention her not so hushed cursing of her ‘pathetic, weak, and sad excuse for a bladder’—it gets me every time. She’s just so funny...and beautiful...and adorable...and fuck...I’m one lucky son of a bitch!

Whenever I feel the bed shift during the night, I pry an eye open with a smirk and wait for the sound of her mumblings before jumping up to help her. I genuinely love helping her, whether it’s during the day, evening, or in the middle of the night. Of course she tells me not to and says she can manage on her own, and sometimes she even tries to get out of bed very slowly in order not to wake me. The thing is, it’s pretty fucking impossible for her to move without the entire bed moving along with her.

These past few weeks she’s repeatedly told me that ‘she’s over it’ and ‘thank fuck she’s not an elephant’, because apparently elephants are pregnant—on average—for nearly two years. Don’t get me wrong, I do sympathise with her lack of comfort and sleep, I just can’t help but find her frustration over some parts of her pregnancy somewhat comical. I mean really, how bad can it be?

I’m glad I just said that in my head. I’m also glad she is still asleep. Shit! Could you imagine the death stare she would graciously give me if that had, in fact, dribbled out of my mouth?

Obviously, I have no idea what it’s like to carry a baby, and I never will—cheers to owning a dick. And while our metaphorical glasses are still raised in a toast to my gender, I think a ‘cheers’ to my abilities in evading the evil curse known as Couvade Syndrome is also warranted. Clink!

Now, seeing that I am the proud owner of a dick, this leaves me no choice but to accept that my role during the whole baby-baking process is to just accept that everything Alexis complains about is justified: the sore back, the swollen feet, the aching tits, and our little precious one practising his soccer skills by bending it like Beckham with Alexis’ rib cage. I know when he does this because Alexis screws up her nose and rubs her abdomen in an annoyed yet nurturing way. It’s fucking adorable, and it makes me smile...which makes her mad...really mad. At the same time though, I do give her my sympathy and jump to her aid, because let’s face it, at the end of the day it’s the least I can do.


Alexis takes in a sharp breath and her chest rises, pushing out her full luscious tits, taunting me. I’m desperate to press my lips to them, take her soft perked nipples into my mouth and lavish them with my tongue. Fuck! I have a hard-on right now just contemplating it, wondering that if I try would she wake.  Should I? Of course I should. Then again, her threats of late are becoming quite believable, so a rethink of that course of action is probably wise.

Last week, Alexis made it very clear that her nipples were no longer allowed to find their way into my mouth. She told me they were now ‘off limits’ because colostrum had appeared. I was no longer allowed to lavish them with my tongue...well, at least until our son was drinking from a bottle.

Much to my disappointment, I had to admit this news did seem fair to me...until she told me that he would more than likely start to drink from a bottle when he reaches the age of one. One...really? Fucking bullshit age one, there’s no way in hell I’m waiting that long to suck her nipples. He can drink from a bottle long before his first birthday.

I shake my head at the absurd thought and lean in closer to Alexis’ tummy to have a one-on-one discussion with my boy. I do this often, especially when his mother is asleep—secret daddy’s business.

“I know you are awake in there,” I whisper. “I can see you moving around. Listen, you know I love you and will do absolutely anything for you, give you anything you need, right?” I wait for him to acknowledge with further movement.

He does.

“Good, because I need you to understand that your lease over the use of your mother’s nipples is for a term of six months and no longer,” I inform him.

Glancing up at Alexis, I confirm that her eyes are still closed then return my attention back to her stomach. “You might think the duration of your lease is unfair, but I can tell you I am being very reasonable. So, that being said, do we have a deal, baby boy?” I lightly fist bump Alexis’ tummy. “Good boy,” I whisper with a satisfied smile on my face and gently nuzzle her skin with my nose. God, she smells good.

“I can’t believe you just waged a deal with our son over his use of my breasts,” Alexis says quite casually without opening her eyes. Shit! I could’ve sworn she was still asleep.

“He needs to know who’s boss,” I defensively answer while shuffling closer to her face.

She opens her gorgeous eyes and rolls onto her side, facing me. “I think you are the one that needs to know who’s boss, and I can confirm, Mr. Clark, that it is not you,” she says with a content, cocky smirk on her face.

 “Hunny, you know that is not true. Technically, I am still your boss,” I imply, as I caress her tummy.

She growls, filling me with a devious happiness.

“I need to get up and have a shower,” she adds, now snotty at my correctness.

I raise my eyebrow at her then get up on my knees, resting back on my heels and giving her full sight of my morning glory. “A shower...now? Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she says with a faux yawn while trying to keep her obvious want for me at bay as she begins her practised shuffling to the edge of the bed.

Smiling to myself, I take a hold of my cock and slowly drag my clenched hand along its length, prompting her to swallow heavily.

She stares at me and licks her lips.

I’ve come to realise over the past year that this action of hers is involuntary. I love it, it reveals her uncontrollable surrender.

“Alexis,” I say, in a low predatory tone as I crawl over her body, stopping her from getting away and placing myself in a spoon position behind her back. “Are you saying you don’t want this?” I ask, continuing to tease her while pressing my cock onto the soft apex of her arse.

Instinctively, she pushes into me but refuses to look over her shoulder in my direction.

“Uh huh,” she moans, giving me a lazy rub with the rotation of her hips.

I lean forward and lick the skin just below her ear. “You’re lying.”

“I am,” she giggles, then tilts her head back and welcomes my mouth to hers, my tongue to caress her own. My God, she tastes wonderful. I could fucking kiss this woman till I run out of breath, and I’m positive there have been moments when I nearly have.

Slowly, I trail my hand down her front and slide two fingers inside her amazing pussy, enjoying the warm wet softness as I penetrate.

“Fuck, Bryce,” she moans, as I swirl them around inside her.

My cock twitches, indicating he too wants a piece of her inner sanctum, so I pull my fingers out and take hold of her thigh, opening her wide and placing her foot on the bed behind my legs. I position the head of my dick at her entrance and slowly push into her. Jesus, she feels good. How is it that she always feels this fucking good?

Alexis reaches behind us and grips the back of my head, making me groan and flex my fingers into her hip. Bloody Hell! I know she likes it controlled and torturous in the beginning, so I rock my pelvis deeper and harder but keep my rhythm slow before building my pace.