Newly engaged Blackbourne team embarks on life as a family unit. When little ones come into play, will the family pull together or fall apart?
This is a work of fiction, therefore, the characters can undergo cercumstances that might not normally be...
"You ready for this Barbie?" Serge asked a little too loudly as he invaded my personal space. His hand on the back of my neck began massaging with too much pressure. I winced and pulled away from him while taking big gulps of fresh air. Sergeant Cane smelled of breakfast, which turned my stomach from both sight and smell. There were biscuits with sausage gravy, eggs Benedict and yogurt parfaits. At one point in time, I would have enjoyed all of those, but being pregnant, my olfactory sense is on heightened overdrive. Not in a good way.
Sean saw me turn green and asked one of the ladies behind the counter if I could get some Saltine crackers and an apple. "She has been sick and as her doctor I prescribed an easy on the stomach breakfast." He gave her his signature smile and she was ready to do whatever he asked. Probably including dropping her panties. Which ticked me the hell off! How many women do I have to worry about throwing themselves at my man just because he smiles at them?
Feeling a dreaded sense of being bipolar, I smiled politely at the crackers and apple and left the mess hall in haste with tears streaming down my face. I sat under a tree, my knees pulled to my chest and cried about imaginary people doing imaginary naughty things to my men. MY MEN! MINE!!!
"Peanut, let me hold you." Nathan scooped me up and deposited me on his lap. My face pressed into his neck as I shook with renewed nonsense sobs. He was so sweet to rub my back in soothing circles while I tried to get my body and mind to cooperate with reality. I KNOW my men only have eyes for me. I have seen it with my own two eyes. So why is my brain conjuring up scenarios of infidelity?
"Ugh! I hate this! Nothing happened." I sat up and wiped away my tears, sniffling a few times trying to catch my breath. "We can win this. I can keep my mood swings under control." Nathan raised an eyebrow. "I can, gosh Darn It!"
"I know you can, Peanut. You are Superwoman. You can do anything."
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I snorted but cracked a smile at his praises, "I'm not quite Superwoman. She probably doesn't imagine the lunch lady doing all kinds of naughty things to her man."
Nathan's head fell back as he laughed loudly into the sky. He pulled me tight into a comforting snuggle, "You're right. But only because Superwoman doesn't have a man." He nuzzled my neck then nipped at my ear lobe. "And she definitely doesn't have nine, hot for your sweet ass, men."
I giggled and nodded my head. "True, true. So what you are saying is, I am even sexier than Superwoman?"
"Damn fûcking straight! Hands down, you are the winner."
"Thanks Honey." I pecked his lips with a smile on mine.
"Eat. Both you and Cheerio need the nourishment."
"Cheerio?" I asked as I bit into my juicy apple. Nathan reached forward and wiped my chin of the apple juices that dribbled down. He licked his thumb before explaining. Is it wrong of me to get slightly turned on by that thumb licking action?
