From Chapter One…
Our mutual climax began to taper off, his cock only twitching occasionally. I reveled in the body rush of my love for him as I started to loosen my legs and arms from around him. I rolled my hips gently with him inside me, using his cock to stir his sperm in my pussy. I double-took myself again as I realized what I was doing and mentally laughed at myself. ‘Ok’, I thought. ‘Note to self; ovulation can lead to extreme sluttiness. Be on the lookout’. He pulled his head up and we stared into each others’ eyes. I lustfully ran my tongue across my upper lip as my twat muscles worked his dick for the last drops of his seed. “I love you Martie”, he said as he stroked a strand of my hair away from my cheek. A tear of happiness dropped from the corner of my eye. “I love you too Chris”, I whispered as I pulled him down into a passionate kiss as he continued to drip his essence into me. His cock began to soften and he slipped out of me. He rolled off of me onto his back and pull my head to rest on his shoulder. His hand came to rest on my breast as we caught our breath. He flinched with a sudden realization. “Are you ok Baby?” he asked as his other hand came over to caress my cheek. “Did it hurt badly?” “No, surprisingly not. There was that bit right when you went through, but everything else was just a stretching. I think you were so careful with me that it became really pleasant” I said. We kissed and caressed each other while we came down and were finally laying in each other’s arms. By the way, my ass is still up on Daddy’s pillow all this time, letting gravity do it’s work Little droplets of cum dripping through the hole in my cervix into my womb, or at least that’s the picture I had in my mind in my afterglow.
Chapter 2
“Can you do me a favor”, I asked? I was quite comfortable and was actually not wanting to move. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows in question. “In my humidor on my nightstand, bottom drawer, is two cigars. Can you bring them?” I asked. I rolled my hips subtly as he looked down at me. I smiled dreamily at him saying, “It’s just that I don’t want to move off this pillow quite yet”, while in my mind’s eye ‘drip…drip…drip’. He bent down and kissed me hotly and said, “Sure Baby, I’ll be right back”. He got up and left the room. The old orneriness came back, “Don’t forget the lighter ding-dong!” I yelled. “Ha..Ha..Ha”, he yelled back. I heard the ventilation system come on and knew he’d thrown the switch. We had it installed after I started smoking with Sunday Dinner because it was starting to get overwhelming in the house. This little gem cleans all the air in the house every 15 minutes. He came back with the tipped cigars, a lighter, and an ash tray and sat cross legged beside me. “I thought you didn’t like ‘gas station’ cigars” he queried. “I don’t, and these aren’t”, I replied. “Remember Mandy, the distributor rep? She started young like me and she got me a case of like 300 of these tips. She taught me how to roll a cigar with a tip on it. Turns out, it’s easier than rolling one the regular way because you don’t have to worry about the end cap. So now I get a good quality cigar and don’t have to get tobacco in my teeth. Win-win” I ran one under my nose, inhaling the aroma of arguably the best harvest we’ve ever had. Chris asked, “What’s the story with these?” “These are from that really great harvest we had last August, remember? This one” I said, handing it to him with an exaggerated flourish, “is for the man who took my cherry. Congratulations! Have a cigar.” I leaned in and kissed him softly but passionately for a few seconds. “It’s also for the man who now holds my heart.” “Why thank you My Dear” he said, getting into the spirit. “What about that one?” I cradled the other one in my hands and said, “This one will be the first cigar I smoke as a woman. I held it under my nose and inhaled again, savoring the aroma. I’d like to think I was learning the business well, and I could definitely tell the quality of this cigar.
Chris asked, “Do you mind if I hold on to this?” I said, “no, not at all. Why?” “I think I might have another occasion for it. Not that this one isn’t completely appropriate for a fine cigar, mind you” he said teasingly. I said, “Then you can share my ‘post-defloration’ cigar, since you’re…like…the guy who deflowered me”. He took the cigar from me and pre-toasted the end for a few seconds before handing it back to me. I put the tip to my lips as Chris struck the lighter and held the flame to the end. I drew the smoke into my mouth and released it once. I pulled another puff into my mouth and turned away from the lighter. I opened my mouth and let the smoke linger around my taste buds before slowly pushing it out. I watched the smoke drift toward the ceiling as I savored the taste. “Mmmmm. That’s tasty”. I put the cigar between my lips again and drew more smoke into my mouth. I was aware of Chris watching me as I opened my mouth and ghost-inhaled the next draw. I felt a full-body rush of pleasure as I slowly exhaled the smoke. “Ohhh. That’s nice” I said. “What?” “Now I know why people smoke after sex” I told him as I inhaled another puff. He laughed a little and said, “And one of the universe’s mysteries has unfolded before her.” I slapped his leg playfully and said, “hush you”. We shared the cigar in the kind of easy silence of having known each other most of our lives coupled now with the contemplation of our new coupling. I took his hand and held it on my abdomen just above the hairline of my pussy. “When you came I felt warm surges right under there”, I told him. This made him smile and he said, “I don’t think I’ve ever climaxed that hard in my life”. This made me smile. Now then, the drawback to the contemplative nature of cigar smoking is that one’s brain tends to go down the darker paths as well as the more pleasant and, sure enough, mine did exactly that. My eyes misted over and I began to softly sob when I began to realize what I very nearly did with almost taking Chris’ right to choose away from him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Chris asked. I took his hand and drew it up to my lips. I kissed his fingers as I cried and looked at him. I stuttered between sobs, “You might not love me any more when you hear what I have to say”. He pulled our joined hands to his lips and kissed each one of my fingers. “Baby, there is zero chance of that happening. Don’t worry; tell me what’s troubling you”. I took another drag and slowly inhaled, steeling my nerves. I had to tell him. Nothing else is acceptable. I exhaled the smoke, looked up at him, and bared my soul. “I was going to baby-trap you Chris” and I broke down in deep chest sobs. Chris’ jaw dropped when he heard that but he still had the presence of mind to take the cigar from me saying, “here, give me that. Give it to me”, put it in the ashtray, and move it to the nightstand. He knew from experience over the years when my cries sounded like that there was nothing to be done. He laid down beside me and pulled me into his arms to let me wage my internal war. My head rested on his chest and I cried out my guilt while he just held me and stroked my hair. I reached around his arms and pulled them tighter to me, feeling even greater love from him in spite of what he now knew. I was so ashamed.
I guess I’d dozed off after my complete system soul-dump, and I stirred awake. Chris looked down at me and moved my bangs off my forehead gently. “Hey there”, he whispered. “Welcome back. Are you ok Baby”? I looked adoringly up at him. “I am so evil. How can you still want to be here with me”? “Umm…I believe we covered that earlier with the ‘I love yous’ and all that stuff. What in the world do you mean you were going to baby-trap me”? he asked, handing me the cigar and lighter. I confessed, “Exactly what it sounds like. I was practically going to rape you, trick you into getting me pregnant. I knew you would do the honorable thing and want to do right by the baby and I, in your mind, and we’d try to be together”. He was again slack-jawed, “Martie, why?” I relit the cigar and took a drag, falteringly inhaling the smoke. I exhaled and looked up at him. “I couldn’t stand seeing you hurt again Chris. This last one? That stung more than just a little bit. Tell me I’m wrong” He admitted, “No, you are most definitely not wrong”. I continued, “I swore that was the last time your heart was being broken and I hatched this crazy-assed idea to ‘save you from yourself’ or some shit. I managed to over-simplify it down to we’d just be together forever and raise our baby and never mind what Dad and Rachel felt about it”. Chris’ eyes rolled up, “Oh Jeez, Bob and Mom! We’re still going to have to explain all this to them”. I leaned up to him and kissed him. “Do you mean you still want to be together, even knowing what I was prepared to do”? Chris replied, “Of course Baby, especially now that I know why”, and leaned in and made love to my lips with his. He pulled back, “Plus, I can prove you’re not ‘evil’. I love you Baby but that’s…just…dumb.” He said laughing a bit. “You are one of the most caring hearted, downright good women I’ve ever known. One: Your motive, which you have made clear and just makes me love you more. Two: We’ve said things, Martie. We’ve said things that, I think, make our intentions pretty clear. There will probably be a baby sooner rather than later. You could have sat on this information and I would have been blissfully unaware, but you chose to tell me. Why?” This one was easy. I replied, “We’ve never had a secret from each other in almost a dozen years Chris. I wasn’t going to start our relationship on one”. His eyes sprang up, “Exactly. Full stop, mic drop. You are not evil. I rest my case,” poking me playfully in the ribs, which of course had his desired effect because I’m uncontrollably ticklish. “What made you change your mind?” he asked. I replied sheepishly, “I didn’t, it just wasn’t the primary plan. If we hadn’t gotten together just naturally like we did this morning, then…uhhh…it might have ended up happening”. His eyebrows sprang up, “Really?” I replied, “Yep”. We smoked my cigar for a little bit more. “How were you going to do it?” He asked with a bit of mischief in his eyes. “Do what?” I asked. “How were you going to ‘trap me’” he queried with his fingers doing the air quotes sign. I took a puff from the cigar and snap-inhaled, a little oval of smoke appearing in front of my mouth for a split second, then disappearing down into my lungs. Exhaling the smoke, I said in a sing-song, “You don’t want to go there”. Him replying in the same sing-song, “Oh I think I do.” I asked him, “Seriously, you want to know?” He nodded. “Ok”, I said, “Well, I’ve got some things Dad needed done for the business in town. Why don’t you take a nap in my bed this afternoon while I run into town and then I’ll tell you the tale.” I demurely added, “you should…maybe…get used to sleeping on it, at least until we buy one together” He raised his left eyebrow at me, to which I said with a laugh, “well, your bed sure as hell isn’t big enough”. “Ok, good point”, he said. We finished my become-a-woman cigar and he went to lay down to nap in my bed, the weed relaxing him down and I ran into town to arrange some supply deliveries for the farm and grabbed some general stuff we needed around the house. My mind began drifting to the new relationship I was now starting and I got a little throbbing tingle in my pussy. I actually stopped, looked down at it and said under my breath, “seriously?” Now, I’ve ovulated quite a few times over the past four years. I’ve gotten horny over the past four years because of it; I know what it does. But this time, with what is going on now? Holy shit!! Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I just didn’t see it coming, so it’s a little bit of a…wow. The horniness kept creeping up as I continued to think about things and I started to hatch a bit of a naughty plan. I don’t think I’m going to tell him what I was going to do with him. I think I’ll show him. This afternoon is going to be fun.
I got back home and found Chris, as expected, zonked out in my bed. This was going to be easy, because that man could sleep through a nuclear attack. Now, another fun fact about Chris is he’s something of a Star Trek nerd, which I find adorable. I’m a bit of a fan, but not like Chris. He’s bad. You ask him his favorite color and he says, “Federation Blue”, which if you’ve never seen it, is something like a little deeper than a sky blue. Prepping for my plan, I’d ordered some decidedly sluttier lingerie than I’d worn for him this morning. You want to know how hard it is to find suitably slutty lingerie in Federation Blue? Turns out, not hard at all. There’s a crap-ton of it out there; in red, gold, and blue. All of the uniform colors. You can even get them styled so they even look kind of like the uniforms, with the delta on the teddy and sheer sleeves with the rank stripes on them, the works. I didn’t figure I needed to go that far, just something slutty in the right color should do it. I did order one that looked like a uniform from when they went to the universe where the crew was all evil, but that’s a story for another time . I put the supplies away and went up to my room. I changed into the lingerie, fixed my hair up with some loose tendrils draped down (I’m a planner, I knew I was going to need my hair out of my way), and applied my makeup just a little more to entice than I usually do. Chris doesn’t like an overly made up face and I knew that about him. I went back into my room from my en suite to a still sleeping boyfriend. I carefully crept up and pulled up the shackles I’d hidden in the headboard. They were already attached to the rail. I just had to carefully maneuver his hands up and fasten them to his wrists, which was no problem at all. Like I said; he’d sleep through anything. I then removed his boxers and tied his legs together with a soft silk sash I had. I tied them loosely to the footboard. I thought naughtily that I wanted him to be able to move his legs a little, because I knew he’d want to start thrusting sooner or later. Having completed my task, I went to my nightstand and took a cigar from my humidor. I settled into my chair across the room and toasted the end for a few seconds. I lit the cigar and awaited Chris’ return to consciousness. He began to stir and realized he couldn’t move much and his eyes opened. He looked across the room at me. I took a deep pull from my cigar, opened my mouth showing him the smoke, and then he watched it slowly disappear down into my chest. I slowly exhaled, blowing a stream of smoke towards him. I stood up and walked towards his restrained form. I ran my finger up his leg slowly, continuing up his thigh then over his boxers to where his leg met his body. I deliberately avoided his luscious dick, as difficult as that was for me, and traced my finger up his abdomen. I pulled the finger up into my mouth seductively, locking eyes with him, and traced it around his exposed nipple. I leaned down and kissed him deeply. I pulled back a bit and said, “Welcome to how this might have gone, My Love” and softly kissed his lips. I straightened back up and saw the realization in his eyes that he was in for a treat and decided to play the role to the ‘T’. “What is the meaning of this Martie?” he asked with a mock-stern tone, and a definite gleam in his eye. I raised the cigar to my mouth and took a deep pull. I pulled the smoke into my lungs with an exaggerated open mouth French inhale and exhaled half through my nose and the rest from my mouth. I decided to do this exactly as I would have. “I’ve watched you get your heart broken three times Chris; this last time it was shattered from what I could tell.” I said staring into his eyes. I began preparing him for taking as I explained, softly tracing my finger up the underside of his already hardening manhood as I took another drag from my cigar and placed it in the ashtray. I opened my mouth, showing him the smoke briefly, before inhaling it in. I blew the smoke out in a slow stream as my finger gently spread the precum that had appeared around the head of his dick. I continued, “I’m going to put an end to all of that today, I hope. You need to see that I’m the perfect woman for you, even if I have to force you”. I bent down and ran my tongue tantalizingly around the head of his cock, licking up the precum I’d spread on it. I slowly took it all the way in to my throat once before I came back up, watching his head tilt back as I was on my way, ever so slowly, back up. “Martie, think about what you’re doing”, he said continuing the play. I smiled seductively at him, “Oh, rest assured I’ve thought about what I’m doing. I’ve thought a great deal about what I’m about to do also”. I straddled his chest and moved forward until my pussy was directly in front of his eyes. I spread my lips open and said, “do you see my cherry Baby?” Of course he couldn’t because he’d obliterated that this morning but this was playtime. “Yes”, he whispered. I reached back and slowly stroked his now steel-hard cock while the fingers of my other hand held my pussy open to his gaze. “I’m going to use this dick,” I said continuing to lovingly stroke his hardness, “to remove it. And by what I can feel, I think you’re going to enjoy taking my virginity.” The lust was now completely evident in his eyes. He whispered, “Ohhh, yes Martie. God help me, yes! I want to be inside you Baby.” I slid my pussy down his chest and bent down to give him a passionate kiss. I looked into his eyes, “You will be soon My Love, don’t worry. But first, there’s a couple little friends I need to pay a visit to. They’re very important today”. I slowly began kissing down his neck. I stopped at his left nipple and said, “Excuse me for a bit” and made love to that nipple with my mouth for a little while. I turned my attention to the other nipple and continued my oral lovemaking there. I set back upon my journey, with plenty of tender kisses, down to my goal; that lovely cock. I fastened my lips to the base of his prick and gently sucked for a few seconds. His head rolled back and he groaned in pleasure as his dick twitched against my tongue. I moved up a couple of inches and repeated this process until I reached the head. When his dick twitched a final time, it burped up a drop of precum which I hungrily devoured on my way to the three quarter down mark on his rod. I lovingly moved my lips up and down his shaft, making love to him through my blowjob. I pulled my head off of him and kissed down the underside of his stick and gently took his balls in my hand. I nestled between his legs and looked into his eyes as I began, “Is it in this one?” and took his right ball lovingly into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it a moment and slowly let it leave my lips. Still staring into his eyes I moved to the left, “or is it in this one?” as I took his left ball equally lovingly and massaged it with my tongue before slowly releasing it. “I wonder”, I whispered as I began kissing my way back up his abs to his chest. As my lips approached his throat my drenched pussy ran the underside of his shaft, coating it in my lubrication for what was to come. My lips caressed his throat as my pussy caressed his dick. I said huskily to him, “I love you Chris”. “Oh, God help me! I love you too Martie. What were you wondering a second ago?” he asked. I straightened up on him and took his cock into my hand. I began swabbing the head around my hungry entrance, getting it nice and wet for it’s inward journey. I notched the head firmly into my hole, popping the head inside and holding there looking into his eyes replying, “Oh, I was just wondering which one of your balls held the little spermy that’s going to get me pregnant”. I began slowly impaling myself on his beautiful rod as I told him in a hot whisper, “I want to have your baby Chris, so just lay back and enjoy as my pussy extracts the sperm from your balls”. As I sat there fully engaged on his rock hard tool, I saw a look come across his face I’d never seen before. It was a look of unbridled lust! I actually thought to myself, ‘shit, what have I done?’ and soon realized that I may have just committed tactical error number two. We stared each other in the eye, his a look of pure lust with mine undoubtedly a look of apprehension. I never had any real fear, don’t get me wrong. Chris would never hurt me under any circumstances and I knew that, but one thing I also knew for sure. Playtime was over. Chris was now open for frikkin’ business! I heard his hands shift as he looked me in the eyes. A lustful grin came across his face and his dick throbbed in my pussy as I heard his thumbs trip the release latches on the shackles. (Hey, these weren’t meant to actually restrain anyone, they’re just for fun). ‘Oops,’ I thought, ‘I’m in trouble’. Now free, his hands immediately came down to my hips and bodily pulled me down even harder onto his rigid manhood. “You want to be a mom, Martie?” he asked in a lustful whisper. I took his face in my hands and nodded down to him. “Yes Baby,” I replied as I bent down to claim his mouth with mine. “EEEEP!!” I laughed as he bodily flipped us over, his cock never leaving my pussy. He pressed down into me fully again. “Let’s make you a mom Baby” he said as he began to slowly fuck me. He slid his member all the way in and out with each stroke. The tingle in my womb was already starting to build as my orgasm approached. Now, as I explained earlier, being newly sexually active and ovulating caused it’s own…enhanced horniness, shall we say? Well, add to that mix actually actively trying to get pregnant with a partner? That will solidly mess you up! I was a horny wreck. I spread my legs as wide as they would go so he had no obstacles burying his delicious dick as deeply in me as he could go. He pulled out of me suddenly, leaving me in a desperately empty state looking up at him with disappointment. This was short-lived as he physically flipped me over onto my forearms and knees. I laughingly exclaimed, “AAHHH” as I came down. His hand pressed between my shoulder blades compelling me to rest my head and tits on the mattress. I instinctively moved my legs apart as I felt him kneel in position behind me. He held me down with one hand as he teased my hot and wanting entrance with the head of his dick with the other. “You just stay right there Baby. Let me make you feel good”, he said as he gently but firmly reinserted his steel-hard cock into my welcoming love tunnel and slowly began to make love to me from behind. He did me with full deep strokes, sawing his length all the way in and out of my wet horny twat. He grasped my hips and pulled me onto him with every inward thrust, the head touching places in me I had no idea existed. I was riding a rollercoaster of ‘mini-cums’ on my way to a delicious final climax while he railed me doggy style. Right when I thought I was on final approach to my hard orgasm, he slowed down saying, “not yet Baby. It’s not quite time to cum yet” and flipped me over on my back again. Like I said, he’s long-muscled, not bulky. He may not look it, but he is quite strong. “AOIII!! Stop that!” I laughed. He said, “No”, as he sunk his shaft into me again with one slow thrust. He moved his dick slowly in and out of my pussy, and was now telling me his intentions. “As great as from behind is, they say it’s not the best position to get pregnant in, in spite of how deep you can get.” He began pushing in with more urgency on each inward stroke. “Good old fashioned missionary,” he began as he started to fuck me faster, “is still the best way to knock you up”. His breathing started to become uneven. I knew he was about to cum and my orgasm began building again with this knowledge. He looped his arms under my legs, tilting my pussy to allow maximum depth on each fuckstroke. His thrusts slowed down and became intense into me as he held my legs high. I crossed my ankles behind his back and felt his dick jump in me hard. That welcome warm sensation flashed through me again, deep inside me. He held his cock in me all the way and continued to cum in me. Four…five…six…this time a seventh hot pulse inside me every time his dick twitched. I pulled on him with my crossed legs, wanting his sperm in me as deep as possible. My orgasm came crashing down on me right about then. My pussy clamped down on his still-cumming dick and my uterus contracted hard. It relaxed and immediately contracted again. I’d never had a climax feel like this. It was almost as if my womb was trying to suck in the sperm being deposited in my pussy. My legs relaxed as my orgasm released it’s hold on me and flopped down to the bed. He rolled off onto his back and my hand slapped around till I found my pillow. I put it under my ass so his sperm would drip down into me again. With everything that’s happened, everything said, I now REALLY wanted Chris’ baby. I asked breathlessly, “So, what do you think about all of this”? He kind of put a mock-thinking look on and looked down at me. “I need one question answered before I commit to anything”, he said. “Uh-oh, what?” I asked.
“Do you promise to, if not quit smoking altogether, at least quit inhaling while you’re pregnant?”
Tears of joy fell out of the corners of my eyes as I replied, “I promise.”
End of Part Two.
So, this really became quite the X-rated Hallmark Movie. (Substitute tobacco farm for winery or Christmas Store or some shit). To those who have no use for such things, I apologize. For those who want a little story with the sex, I hoped you enjoyed it. Thing is, I found myself compelled to wrap up the story a bit for the characters. The following epilogue contains no sex scenes, but I hope it satisfactorily winds up the tale for those who care to read past this point.
*Epilogue*
One of the cool things about our parent’s trips to Vegas is Dad has a friend there, who I’ve always known as ‘Uncle Tim’ who’s a pilot for a major airline. He always manages to get my Dad a couple of boxes of genuine Cuban cigars and this time was no exception. Dad and Rachel came back on Monday night, having left our brother Pete at his grandparents an extra night so we could have dinner and cigars without Pete having to go upstairs to his room. Chris and I had already started developing one or two “couple-habits” over the weekend and one of them came out. I absently handed him my cigar so he could toast the end for me as I just kept talking to Rach. He took it from me, equally without thinking, and began toasting it. He handed it back to me and I raised it to my lips as he struck the lighter and held the flame to the end. I pulled in two or three puffs, releasing the smoke right away, to get the cigar started and then pulled back. I let the smoke roll around my taste buds before slowly letting it drift out of my mouth, blowing the last out at the end. My Dad is a very observant man and this didn’t get past him, and I could tell. We locked eyes for a brief moment before he simply raised his eyebrows briefly and we proceeded sit down, Rach and I in the love seat and Chris and Dad in the easy chairs across from us and had cigars and conversation. We talked about their trip, Uncle Tim’s latest exploits, whether or not I got the supplies for the business arranged for, which of course I had, and we fell into an easy silence while we smoked. I’d inhaled about the fourth time, which brought the customary admonition from Rachel, “Martie Sweetie, I know these are incredibly smooth but you still need to be mindful of how much you inhale Honey.” I smiled over to her. She’s always looking out for me. “Bob, I need to talk to you a minute” Chris began. My head whipped around, “Christopher”, I whispered. I never called him Christopher. “Trust me, Martie”, he replied. “Here we go”, Dad said. “Do we need to go someplace private, or…”? “No, here will do just fine”, he said. Chris took a deep breath, turned to my Dad and said, “Bob, I’m in love with Martie. I think I have been for a while but was too stupid to notice and was all mixed up with Shannon”. My jaw dropped at the raw guts Chris displayed, going honest with my Dad after he’d given him the ‘buck-up’ speech just a couple weeks ago. Chris continued, “She’s said to me she feels the same way, so I would like your permission to ask her for her hand in marriage”. I had no idea he was going to say THAT to him! I took another pull on my cigar and inhaled it deeply. I put it into the ashtray, exhaled the smoke, and turned to Rachel, taking her hands in mine. “Rach. Mom. I love him. I’ve been deeply in love with him for two years. I wasn’t letting him slip away from me again”. I turned to my Dad, “Chris is being chivalrous as usual Daddy. He is trying to take responsibility for this, but I actually pursued him. I confessed my feelings to him and he told me he feels the same way.” I turned back to Rachel, “I hope, I pray, you will give us your blessing, but you do need to know”. I turned to look at Chris and Dad, “If he does propose to me”. I turned back to look at Rachel, “I am going to accept. His heart will be safe with me. It will never be broken again, I swear”. Rachel was kind of sitting there in shock through all of this, but after I’d said that to her, her expression visibly softened and she reached up and cupped the side of my face and smiled at me. Dad said, “Yeah, now it makes sense. You never toasted Martie’s cigar once in the three years she’s been smoking and today you do it like it’s an old habit. Switch places with your Mom and give us a minute please”. Chris sat next to me as Rachel went to talk with Dad. “You didn’t tell me you were going to do that” I said, taking his hands in mine. He brought my hands up to his lips and kissed them saying, “surprise”, with a grin. “I love you, but I could beat you to death right now” I said to him, smiling into his eyes.
Dad and Rach turned to each other. Dad said, “We knew this was a possibility. We discussed this”. Rach replied, “yes, we did. We still think tearing out the wall between Martie’s room and the guest room for their apartment?” Dad replied, “Yeah, I checked. It’s not a load-bearing wall so we can”. We really didn’t register what they were saying until later, because we were looking at each other contemplating the future. “What do we do with Chris’ room?” Rachel asked. Dad turned to look at us. “Look at them. Judging by what I’m seeing, I’m pretty sure we’ll have a need for that room before too long”, he said looking back at Rachel with a smile. She comprehended what he was saying and smiled back.
“Ok Guys”, Dad began. “Yes, you most definitely have our blessing but one thing. You may not move into one room together until you have explained all of this to your Brother. Good luck with that; this should be fun to watch”. “Daddy!” I exclaimed simultaneously with Rachel saying, “Bob!”, as he chuckled.
We went ring shopping the very next day, and he officially asked me to marry him that night. I, of course, said yes and that cigar I gave him became the first one he would smoke as an engaged man, which I shared with him in bed that night after we’d made love. (We explained everything to Pete when he got home. Turns out that kid is pretty savvy. “I knew this was coming” was literally all he had to say on the subject other than congratulations and he was happy for us, and that our business would stay in the family. Little capitalist, that was his biggest worry.
We were married a month later, which was a good thing because as luck would have it, I did get pregnant that long weekend. I should have listened to Rach more because quitting inhaling was a bitch! We had a little girl, Samantha Rachel (at my insistence, I dearly love my Stepmom), who immediately proceeded to wrap her Dad and Grandparents around her little finger. Damndest thing you ever saw. Three grown people all twisted up and wrapped around that little finger on that little baby. Not me though. I’m Mom and I’ll stay the course. Yeah, right.
Oh, Shannon and Rick you ask?
Well, the next year at my graduation party, we ran into Shannon. Her and Rick had gotten married and he deployed to Iraq in the military, but she decided to go to the party. She was sporting a little baby bump. “Hi Shannon” I began sweetly, to try to break the ice. Chris ran his thumb up my hip to get my attention, “be good” he chuckled. “I will, trust me”. He knew there was zero love lost between us but our parents raised us a certain way. We are correct in public at all times. “Hi”, she said back. “Oh, how far along are you, I had no idea” I asked. She replied, “about 4 months actually”. Chris got a little subtle smirk on his face, one so subtle no one but me would probably catch it, but I did and made a mental note to ask him about it. We talked a bit more and the evening came to a close. We were on our way back to our car when I decided to ask him about it. “What was that little smile you got when Shannon told us how far along she was?” He laughed, “I didn’t realize I did”. I said, “Yeah, it probably would have got past anyone but me but I noticed, so what’s the story?” He began, “well, didn’t she say she was four months along”? “Yes, that’s right” I replied.
“Martie”, he said, “Rick deployed to Iraq six months ago”
“Oh, shit!” I said, half laughing. “Yeah”, Chris replied, “Rick’s not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but I can tell you for a fact he can count to nine.
