Chapter Thirty

Stephen

The other day, we got the news that our little ones were growing well and everything was fine. We were thrilled. Even more so because we could finally share the news with everyone.

Tonight, we planned to have dinner with everyone. But Mia and Clint's little one had other plans and decided today was the day to make an entrance.

Clint woke us up at two-thirty this morning to let us know he was taking Mia to the hospital.

Now it’s five in the evening. We’ve had a few texts, but it sounds like they’re still in for a long wait.

Sadly, this means they won't be here for dinner. But they already know we’re expecting, so we can fill them in on the genders when we visit them.

We have everything ready for dinner with Dave and Felicity and Luke and Todd tonight. They’re due to arrive soon.

I’m at the kitchen counter, chopping the salads while my wife busies herself around the kitchen with the final preps for the pasta and bread.

I find myself looking up at her and smiling quite often.

I love the idea of her pregnant with our children. Now that she has a bump starting to show, I can't help staring at it all the time or wanting to touch it.

“What are you looking at, pervert?”

“This sexy pregnant woman in my kitchen.”

“That's a very naughty fetish you have there, Mr. Gotti.”

“It's not a fetish Mrs. Gotti, it's just you. Come here, baby.”

She walks over to me, looking curious as she throws the kitchen towel over her shoulder.

I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her in between my legs and rubbing my hands over her little belly.

“I could get used to this,” I hum.

“Used to what, baby?”

“You, pregnant in our kitchen, cooking for me.”

“So cliche, baby,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“No, just incredibly sexy on you. Kiss me.”

She leans in and I wait to feel her soft lips on mine.

At the last minute, she swerves away from my lips and moves to my neck, softly kissing it. Then I feel the tip of her tongue lick lightly and she starts sucking just below my ear.

“Mm mommy, you tease, give me your lips.”

She moves her way up my jaw and across my chin up to my lips and captures them with hers. I pull her closer to me and rest my hands on her hips as we kiss tenderly.

Unfortunately, as much as I would love to keep kissing her all night, we’re interrupted by the doorbell.

“I'll get it, beautiful.” I smack her ass and start heading to the door.

Trinity scoffs. “Seriously, what is it with you and my ass?”

“It's perfect! I love touching it!” I yell back as I open the front door.

“He's right you know,” Luke calls out. “Take it from a gay man, that is a good ass!”

“You have no place in this argument Luke Douglas,” Trinity huffs. “I would quit while you have the chance.”

Luke and I look at each other and laugh as I greet him and Todd and welcome them in.

They head through to the dining room and I wait to let Dave and Felicity in as I notice them pulling up as I go to shut the door.

We all head into the dining room as Trinity is bringing the pasta out and heads back in to get the cob loaf. I follow her and get the water and bottles of wine for the table.

“This looks amazing, girl, thank you so much for having us. Feels like ages since we all hung out,” Felicity says. “It’s unfortunate Clint and Mia aren't here, but I hope everything is going well with them.”

“I heard from Clint at about three-thirty and it sounded like they still had a ways to go but he said he would keep me updated,” I inform the group.

“Geez, that's rough on Mia,” Dave says, wincing. “Clint will be lucky if she lets him touch her again.”

The guys all laugh and I watch Felicity and Trinity exchange an empathetic look.

We all dig into our amazing dinner, but I already knew my wife was a great cook.

“That's the best meal I have had in a long time,” Todd says, patting his stomach.

“Well, that’s what happens when you wait for Luke to cook,” Trinity jokes. “I warned you.”

“Ha! Yes, I tend not to let him anymore, I’m not fond of food poisoning unless I’m looking to drop a few pounds quickly.”

We all laugh, even Luke joins because he knows it’s true.

I grip my doll's hand and look at her, silently asking if it’s time and she nods.

I clear my throat. “Guys, as much as it is great to see you all, we also had another reason for inviting you all here tonight.”

They look at us quizzically and I nod to my wife to let her tell them.

“Stephen and I are pregnant!”

Everyone starts getting excited and congratulating us. My heart swells to have such amazing people in our lives.

“How far along, babe? This is so exciting, I’m finally going to be an uncle!” Luke cheers!

We all laugh at his joy.

“I’m fourteen weeks now, and everything is going really well.”

Trinity looks at me and winks, letting me know it’s time to drop the bombshell.

“Both babies are really healthy and we got to hear their heartbeats and confirm their genders,” I say.

“~Whoa~! Holy fuck, did you just say ~both~?” Luke’s jaw drops.

“That’s exactly what he said,” Trinity beams.

“That’s awesome!” Dave grins. “Twins are the coolest, I have cousins who are twins and they had a blast growing up. Also confusing for us cause we couldn’t always tell who was who.”

“Well, we’ve been very fortunate to be blessed with one of each,” I say with a smile.

“Guys, that’s perfect!” Felicity claps her hands. “A little boy and a little girl, what more could you ask for?”

The rest of the evening is a blast, and our friends are thrilled for us. It feels like a weight has been lifted, finally sharing our joyous news with everyone.

***

Around half-past ten, everyone starts to leave. I begin to secure the house, ready to call it a night.

My sweetheart had already gone upstairs to change. I follow suit, heading to our room where she's waiting for me in bed, the TV softly playing in the background.

I step into our walk-in closet, strip down, and toss my clothes into the laundry basket.

When I glance back, I catch my wife watching me with a keen eye.

“What's that look for, sweetheart?” I ask.

“Just enjoying the view,” she replies nonchalantly.

“Really now?” I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself over her, pulling her body snugly beneath mine.

“Kiss me, darling.”

“With pleasure.”

I lean in, our lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. Heat courses through my veins.

My hands roam her sides as she peppers kisses along my neck and shoulder.

A shudder ripples through me, a low groan escaping my lips as she nuzzles my neck. I tilt her head, capturing her lips with mine once more.

My tongue traces her bottom lip, pleading for entry. She parts her lips, allowing me to explore the warmth of her mouth.

We lose ourselves in the kiss, yearning to express our love through this intimate connection.

I shift slightly, our tongues still entwined, as my hand glides down to her stomach, gently caressing it.

Breaking our kiss, I lower my head to her stomach, showering it with soft kisses.

She cradles my head in her hands, watching as I express my love for our unborn child.

“Hello, my little ones, it’s your daddy. I love you as much as I love your mommy. I can't wait to meet you.”

I hold her close, my hands wrapped around her, my head resting on her stomach as I continue to stroke it gently.

“I hope you two know how loved you already are,” I whisper. “Your daddy can't wait to hold you.”

I glance up at my wife, noticing a tear trickling down her cheek. I can tell from her eyes that it’s just her hormones acting up. She’s fine, simply cherishing these moments of us talking to our little ones.

I lift my head, locking eyes with her as she leans down to kiss me again.

As much as I relish the passionate sex life my wife and I share, I cherish these intimate moments even more, where we bare our souls to each other.

Time seems to stand still as I lose myself in the kisses with my wife. My phone interrupts the moment, buzzing on the nightstand.

She starts to pull away, but I hold her close, not ready to let her go. My tongue continues to explore her mouth, my senses filled with her taste and scent.

My hands continue to stroke her stomach as we bask in our love.

Finally, I pull away, snuggling into her as she gently runs her fingers through my hair, knowing how much it soothes me.

I pick up my phone and see a text from Clint. I open it and show it to Trinity.

“Finally! A baby boy!” Trinity exclaims. “They must be overjoyed.”

We quickly text Clint back, sending our congratulations and love to the new family.

I let my brother know we’ll call him in the morning to arrange a visit and ask if they need us to bring anything.

I plug my phone back in, switch off the lamp, and curl back into my wife, letting her cradle me as I drift off to sleep.

***

The next day, we head out to meet our new little nephew and check on Clint and Mia.

Little William Clinton Waters is perfect, and his parents are radiating happiness.

When Clint and Mia asked us to be godparents, we were touched and promised to love him like our own.

We spent a few hours with them, stealing as many cuddles with William as we could. He was a beautiful little boy, so content, and it made us even more eager to meet our own.