For everyone that needs a little Spencer, Delilah & Butter Bean fix, here is a part of my working draft for FINDING HART. This is unedited and subject to change.
“Baby,” I whispered as I nudged my recently signed, sealed and delivered husband. When there was no response, I started pushing on his shoulder.
“Spence, wake up baby.”
Still nothing. The man could, and I feared would, sleep through me yelling that I was in labor.
Alright… I admit it… I’m totally exaggerating. He definitely would not do that. I only needed to say the word baby and he was running around like a maniac making sure that everything was okay.
But still, if your wife is shaking you constantly and asking you to wake up, shouldn’t you at least surface a little bit?
I tried again, considerably louder. “Spencer! Wake up!”
The growling of my stomach and his lack of alertness made me cranky. It didn’t take much these days to set me off when I got hungry.
Poking at his face I said, “The baby kicked!”
Of course that worked like a charm. He sat straight up, his hand automatically reaching out for my stomach. Honestly, I was surprised he hadn’t woken up the second my tiny belly had moved away from his hand. My man is a tad obsessed with our offspring.
“When did you feel it? I don’t feel anything! Is it still happening?”
His enthusiasm almost made me feel guilty. Almost. It was his fault that I was craving things the way that I was. He didn’t get to carry out little butter bean, so he owed me a few million favors. I figured being my beck and call man was a good start.
Giving him my most innocent ‘please don’t be angry’ face I said, “Alright- I lied. The baby didn’t kick… my stomach was growling. In my defense I’m starving because you were an animal last night and I worked up quite an appetite. It wasn’t fair that you were getting your beauty rest while I was sitting here wasting away. I knew that you wouldn’t wake up until I mentioned the baby.”
A lot of men might have been annoyed at being so blatantly manipulated, but Spencer just laughed. Dropping a kiss on my lips, he rubbed at my just starting to pop belly.
“You could also have said that you needed me or that you were horny. I’d have woken up for that. In fact… yes, it seems I’m awake for option number two right now.”
Immediately my mouth started to water for something other than food. It was day four of our mini five-day honeymoon and already I’d had more orgasms than most women had in a month. My need for sustenance quickly took a back seat as my nipples pebbled and my sex dampened just from his words alone.
I pulled the comforter off of us and threw it on the floor. Not surprisingly, he was standing at full attention. I very rarely saw him in any other state if we were alone, and sometimes even if we weren’t he was still ready.
Licking my lips I drank in his body with my eyes. He was so beautiful that my brain always struggled to decide what and where to touch first. My stomach chose that moment to remind me that I was hungry, so I decided not to let this turn into one of our marathon lovemaking sessions. I needed to eat soon, not four hours from now.
Bending over, I cupped his balls in my hand and gently started massaging them as I kissed his stomach. Feeling his body go taut under me, I gave a throaty chuckle of approval before looking up at him and smiling.
He smiled back with such love and tenderness that my heart constricted in my chest. From the moment I knew what love was, I had understood that I loved this man more than anyone in the world. I had bided my time and lived for the day that I would be his wife, and I was elated when that day had come last week. The fact that I am now Delilah Cross and our first child is growing inside of me is the most amazing thing in the world. Spencer is my dream, and having it come true means everything.
Running his hand down my cheek, he smiled at me. “God, Angel… I love you so much baby. You and butter bean are my life.”
For someone that had been so adamant about not having children, my husband is showing all the signs of being a stellar parent. He studies books and websites to learn everything that he can about our baby’s fetal development, so much so that he now knows more than I do. There is no doubt in my mind that Spencer is going to make an amazing father and I couldn’t be happier.
There had, however, been a span of about four and a half seconds where I worried that he would find me less sexually attractive now that I was really starting to show. I crossed that off my list of worries almost immediately because that hadn’t come to pass at all. If anything, I seemed to turn him on more. Any little sign of my breasts swelling or my stomach beginning to expand made his already insatiable appetite for me even stronger.
Yesterday when I woke up, my breasts were noticeably fuller and he got so turned on that he had kept me in bed for sixty percent of the day. The first time we tried to get out of bed I commented that he should thank his lucky stars that my pregnancy hormones were making me crazy horny. That was all it took to set him off, and he had thrown me back down on the bed like a sex starved madman to have his way with me.
Tracing my tongue over the veins on his shaft, I smirked when his cock jerked against my tongue.
“I’m starting to think that you have a pregnant lady fetish. You’re never not ready to go.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “I don’t have a pregnant lady fetish, I have a Delilah Cross fetish. You’re the only pregnant lady I want Angel. It’s just… you. I see the signs of our baby growing in you, I remember how unbelievably intense it was making love with you that weekend and then it hits me. While we were stressing out about being apart, fate called me on my bullshit and made sure that we created a life together. No one has ever given me what you do Angel. You’re my fucking everything and now we’re having a family. I’m planted so deep inside of you that a part of me is now alive and growing. The fact that your growing belly marks you as a taken woman isn’t a turn off either.”
I laughed at that, pointing to my engagement and wedding rings as I replied, “I thought that’s what these were for.”
His eyes went hot as he looked at me, and my core clenched in response.
“No baby… That’s not primal enough. It’s so fucking amazing that a piece of both of us is growing in your body. It tells everyone that I’m the only one that gets to be inside of you and I like everyone to know that you’re mine. My swimmers knew the best way to mark my territory even when I was too chicken shit to think it.”
That made me laugh. “Babe, I’m pretty sure that everyone who matters has always known. It has always only been you for me. I think I might need to get ahold of someone at National Geographic so that they can come study you. Next month you’ll probably dress me in pelts and walk around grunting to people that ‘you big caveman who knocked me up’. It wouldn’t surprise me if you were designing a cave for us to live in.”
“Would you be naked, barefoot and pregnant in the cave? Because that sounds hot.”
Giggling I pinched him on the side of his stomach. “You maniac! I am not turning my vagina into a clown car. We’re having three kids and that’s that.”
He sat up quick, reaching under my armpits where I was the most sensitive so that he could tickle me into submission. I laughed and screamed as I tried to roll away, kicking my legs as he pinned me down and made silly grunting noises.
“Baby, three kids just aren’t going to be enough. Your Gram is right- we need to go big or go home. Look at Angelina and Brad. They’re at six and he’s still grabbing her ass at public events.”
“That’s probably because he never sees her at home without the kids around for a long enough stretch of time to get his hands on her. If you want to take a page out of their playbook, I would absolutely to love adopt.”
Running his hands down my sides gently, he smiled. “Now you’re talking! You agree to let me get you pregnant at least five times and we can adopt five more. We would be a family of twelve! You said you wanted us to have a big family and I’m going to give you what you want.”
I really, really needed to get him to slow his roll. If I didn’t watch it I was going to be pregnant every other year for the next ten years and an adoption van would pull up in my driveway every other year as well. I loved carrying our baby, loved the idea of adoption, and while I sure as hell wanted to have several children, ten would be insanity.
“Baby,” I said in my most reasonable tone of voice, “Ten is too many. Four is the limit. With ten kids I’d be lucky to see your face once in a while and we could forget about sex.”
He considered that for a minute before nodding his head. “Alright. We can start with four. Just remember that I’m never going to be able to keep my hands off of you so you better hope our next form of birth control is up to the challenge.”