The Journey Home(61)
Author: Kelly Elliott

“Fuck yes. Maddie, I’m going to come.”

Maddie was moaning incoherently as I moved in and out of her. My orgasm hit me hard, and I hoped like hell that—either last night or today—we had made a baby. I’d fucked Maddie last night hard and fast, but we’d also made love twice during the night—once in the shower, and then at four a.m. when Maddie crawled on top of me. Nothing felt as amazing as being one with her. But this…this was just sexy as hell, and I knew she loved it as much as I did.

“Birda…”

I closed my eyes and let every ounce of my cum spill into Maddie’s body. I wanted nothing more than to give her the one thing I knew she wanted. A part of me. A baby. Our baby.

“Oh God, Cale that was amazing.” Maddie said as I pulled out and grabbed a dishtowel to clean us up.

I wanted more of her. I wanted to taste her, but I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about me doing that after what we’d just done. I dropped to the ground and began wiping her off. I lifted her leg more and placed it over my shoulder. One swipe of my tongue and she grabbed fistfuls of my hair and moaned. Soon she was riding out her orgasms against my tongue as she mumbled my name over and over.

“Birda…”

“What did you say, Cale?” Maddie panted. “I’m still trying to recover from one of the most mind-blowing orgasms ever.”

I stood and smiled as I zipped my pants. I turned and washed my face off and leaned against the counter as I stared at Maddie. She was about to say something when Lily laughed and pointed to the window.

“Birda. Dada…birda.”

My mouth dropped open and I looked back at Maddie.

“Oh my God,” Maddie said. “Oh my God. Did she just say bird? Oh God, Cale. She said her first word while we were…” Her eyes widened in horror. “What kind of parents are we? We were…” she looked around and then back at me as she whispered, “We were fucking…while our daughter said her first word!”

I laughed and pulled Maddie close. “We are parents who are very much in love, and we’re hot for each other. Does it suck that she said her first word while we were doing it? Yeah, maybe. But she said bird, baby. Not fuck.”

Maddie slapped me and pushed me away, then turned Lily’s highchair back around.

“That’s right, baby girl,” she said, pointing to the window. Maddie had put birdfeeders all around our house. “That is a bird! Good girl. Say ‘bird.’”

Lily smiled her big, adorable smile and flailed her arms. “Birda!”

I sat next to Lily. “Bird. Say ‘bird’ for Daddy.” Lily’s hair was starting to get lighter and curlier, but her blue eyes seemed to be fading to a blue-green. When Lily’s eyes met mine, something happened. It was as if she was looking into my soul. No one other than Maddie would ever make me feel the way Lily does.

She giggled and then said, “Dada…bird.”

MADDIE CARRIED LILY as we walked up to the table where Jack and Monica were sitting. “Hey guys!” Jack said as he pulled out the highchair for Lily. Of course the big fabric thing had to go in first, but not until Monica wiped it down with antibacterial wipes.

Once Lily was settled with a bunch of Cheerios, Maddie and I sat down. We both looked at Jack and Monica. They just stared back at us, smiling.

“Well?” I asked.

Monica shrugged. “Well, what?”

Maddie sighed in frustration. “Don’t play games. Boy or girl?”

Jack took a deep breath and said, “Both.”

I stared at him. “Huh? What, do you have a mutant growing in ya?”

Maddie giggled, then said, “No.”

Monica smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

Maddie and Monica both jumped up and squealed as they jumped up and down. Lily got in on the action and tossed a handful of Cheerios in the air. I looked around at everyone, but couldn’t figure out what in the hell was going on.

I looked at Jack, confused, as he laughed.

“Twins, dude. We’re having twins.”

I stood and reached across the table to grab my best friend.

“Congratulations, Jack. I’m so damn happy for you.”

He pulled back and blinked his tears away. “It’s a miracle.” He shook his head. “It’s a double miracle.”

WHEN MARY AND Monica walked into L’Fay Bridal, I stood outside the door feeling panicky. I couldn’t believe I’d let them talk me into flying to New York City for a damn wedding dress. The Berta dress I’d found in a magazine was perfect, and Monica had made it her goal to get me that dress. I would have married Cale in a paper sack, to be honest. This whole show of buying a dress was just not me.

I pushed the doors open and walked into the ultra-modern boutique. The wood floors and white furniture made me want to take off my shoes and not touch a thing.

By the time they pulled the dress down and ushered me into the changing room, I was in a full-out panic attack. I hate doing this kind of thing.

“Deep breaths, Maddie. It’s not that big of a deal.”

My best friend was smiling as she rested her hands on her six-months-swollen belly. I shook my head.

“Monica. We’ve flown to New York City to look for a stupid dress I saw in a magazine. Do you know how much I could have saved by just buying something local?”

Monica shrugged and pushed me into the changing room. “Stop being such a whiney bitch and try the damn dress on.”

I forcefully pulled the curtains shut and turned to look at the breath-taking lace dress hanging before me. Stripping out of my clothes, I slipped on the dress. I looked at myself and gasped. I looked beautiful. Really, the dress looked beautiful. It fit me like it had been made for me. I turned slightly to see the sexy, low back. “Oh my,” I whispered.

It barely covered anything—if it went down another inch, you’d see ass cleavage. The train hung low, adding just the right touch. The dress was romantic, sexy, and still classic looking. I pushed the curtain open. Monica and Mary both sat on a white bench talking to Suzie, the bridal consultant who was helping us. She was a tiny little thing. I bet she wasn’t even five feet tall. Her dark, bouncy curls and dark-framed glasses matched her spunky personality. The three of them all looked up and stopped talking.

Suzie smiled and adjusted her glasses. “That is the dress, Maddison. The way it fits your body is perfect.” She turned to Monica and Mary. “Ladies, don’t you agree? This dress was meant for her.”