Chapter Eleven

[POV: Clint]

We were heading home from Stephen and Trin's place. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw our little guy already dozing off. He'd be ready for bed as soon as we got home. I reached over to my wife, only to find her asleep as well, her hand resting on her beautiful pregnant belly. I placed my hand over hers, gently stroking our unborn baby as I drove us home.

I knew this was a lot for Mia to handle, especially with the exhaustion of pregnancy. But my wife was nothing short of amazing. She'd been my rock, the foundation of our family. Our family that included Stephen, Trin and their kids, as well as Dave, Flick, and Belle.

Throughout the drive home, I found myself stealing glances at Mia, wondering how I got so lucky. She accepted me, all of me, without ever trying to change a thing. It made me feel guilty. Had I ever considered what she wanted? Had I ever thought about her vision for our future? Or had I been a selfish jerk, only thinking about myself and Stephen, assuming Mia would always be there? Had I taken her for granted?

Had I ever really considered her desires? Her dreams? Or had I just assumed she'd always be there for me? Suddenly, my heart ached. Had I given Mia everything she deserved? She was my queen, and I needed to show her that. I needed her to know how much my world revolved around her.

Soon, we pulled up to the house. After carrying Willie inside and tucking him into bed, I returned to the car to find Mia still asleep. I opened her door, slung her handbag over my shoulder, unbuckled her seatbelt, and gently lifted her.

“Mmm, baby, what are you doing?” Mia murmured.

“We're home, sweetheart. I'm taking you up to bed,” I replied.

“Baby, I can walk. What about Willie?”

“Shhh, it's okay. He's already in bed, and I've got you, my love. Just close your eyes and relax.”

“Thanks, baby.”

She snuggled into me as I locked the door and turned off the lights downstairs, leaving only the hallway light on leading to our room. I carried Mia in and gently laid her on our bed. I sat down next to her, and as she looked up at me, I softly stroked her belly, leaning over to kiss our unborn child. Her hands ran over my head and down my neck.

“What's wrong, baby?” Mia asked.

“Do I do enough for you to know how much I love and adore you? How much you mean to me?”

“Where is this coming from, babe?”

“Just everything that's been going on lately. I got to thinking earlier. You've put up with so much from Stephen and me, and I've never once felt like I might lose you. But I wonder, do I show you enough how much I need you? How terrified I'd be if I lost you?”

“Baby, you would never lose me. I can't lie and say this all doesn't scare me right now, it does, baby. But we have each other. I love our family, I love our extended family, and Clint, there never has been, nor will there ever be, anyone but you.”

“Don't you ever long for the life you deserve, though?”

“I have the life I deserve. I have a husband who loves and adores me and our children. I don't want anything more.”

“Babe, can I ask you something? I don't expect you to answer, but with everything going on lately, I've been thinking about it more and more.”

“Of course, my love.”

“Would you ever consider leaving Chicago?”

“Baby, I could live in a remote forest with no outside intervention as long as I had you. Clint, you are all I need in this world.”

I leaned over, capturing my wife's soft lips with my own, and stared into her beautiful eyes.

Making love to my wife was always a joyous experience. She was tight in all the right places, fulfilling in all the best ways, and always so willing. Her long blonde hair, shapely butt, and lovely long legs often drew admiring glances. Her 32E chest was the cherry on top of her delightful five-foot-eight frame.

Our sex life was frequent and energetic, and she had more than enough stamina for me.

She soon took my larger hand in her own and brought it up across her belly to press against her large breasts, gasping in delight as my hand grazed her engorged nipple.

“Mmm, baby,” I gasped in awe, feeling my cock strain even harder against the faded denim of my jeans.

“Awww, yes, Clint, baby,” she moaned as she moved my hand back down and across her swollen belly, bringing her other hand up to massage her heavy, aching breasts.

“Mmm, Mia, you're so beautiful, baby,” I whispered in her ear as I moved my hand down to rest teasingly on her dark, bushy mound. I brought my other hand up to join hers, gliding harder and faster across her heaving breasts. My cock jerked in response every time I crossed her erect nipples.

“Aww, God, yes, baby, please,” she begged as she arched her back, trying to guide my retreating hand into her. I was driving her crazy with my gentle teasing. She needed to be fucked, long and hard, and most importantly, now!

“Patience, baby,” I chuckled lightly, moving my hand away from her overheated center and running it back and forth along the inside of her thighs.

“You be a good girl for me now, baby,” I told her, smiling into her desire-filled eyes. Patience was definitely one thing my wife had never had, I thought lovingly, as I bent down and placed a small, chaste kiss against her lips, before returning my hand to her hot center.

“God, I love you, baby,” I whispered reverently, sitting back on my heels. I wanted to watch her writhe and arch beneath me as I entered her. I wanted to remember the look of joy and ecstasy that would cloud her face. I wanted her to know how much her husband truly loved her.

Quickly, I thrust first two, then three fingers into her slick heat, surprised and aroused by the wetness I found there.

“AWWWWWW, YES, CLINT!” she yelled, arching off the ground, pulling me deeper within her.

I took my free hand and nearly ripped the zipper off my jeans in my haste to release my rigid cock. God, I couldn't remember ever being this hard before, I thought to myself as I took my dick in my free hand and began pumping up and down the shaft in rhythm with Mia.

I gently coaxed her legs apart with my knees, moving closer to her core. My hard cock was drawn to her warmth like a magnet to metal. I withdrew my fingers from her slick folds and replaced them with my throbbing erection, plunging into her before she could protest the loss of my touch.

“OHHHH GOD, CLINT! Yes, baby, yes!” Mia cried out, trying to match my rapid pace, striving to take me deeper, harder.

“Aghhhh, fuck, Mia. Fuck, fuck, fucking hell, baby, you feel so good,” I groaned.

She gasped, her teeth clenched, as she brought her hands to her heated core. She began to rub her swollen clit furiously, watching me as I drove into her relentlessly. She knew she wouldn’t last long.

“Aw, Clint, I’m coming, baby, I’m coming!”

“Come for me, Mia. Let me feel you all over me, baby,” I urged, feeling her inner muscles tighten around my thrusting cock. I drove into her a few more times before I saw her body tense, then surrender to the waves of pleasure that swept over her. She came hard, her cries of ecstasy all it took to push me over the edge.

“Agh, agh, agh, God, I love you, Mia!” I gasped, releasing into her quivering core. I declared my love for my wife as I collapsed against her swollen belly, gently resting my head against it, caressing the home of our child.

“We’ll be okay, baby. We always have each other,” Mia whispered.

“I know, baby. I just want more for you and our children now. I love you, Mia.”