*Harry*
I awoke to the smell of something delicious. I rolled over on the bed and found no wife beside me. I rolled onto her side of the bed and took in her sweet aroma. That strong strawberry shampoo and apparently body wash she loved to use.
I smiled and sighed into the fluffy pillows. I cupped her pillow into my arms and just wanted to be left here forever.
"Waky waky sleepy head." I groaned at the sound of her beautiful voice while also allowing a smile to grow. I felt her small hands wrap around me then roll me over onto my back to face her. She was sitting on the bed and beaming that lovely smile of hers at me. Her hair was down and flowing like a waterfall over her shoulders. She wore an old shirt and booty pajama shorts. "I made you breakfast." She giggled as she split her legs over me. I was now all tangled in the sheets and never wanted to be untangled.
I smirked as Josie grabbed one of my hands and began kissing at it. I placed my other hand behind my head and just hummed at my wife's sweet love and care.
"How'd you sleep, my love?" She asked, still kissing at my palm and knuckles.
"Wonderfully. There was a beautiful woman beside me all night long."
"Mmm, what made it so wonderful being beside her?" Josie placed my hand against her round cheek and I couldn't help but stroke her soft skin.
"I don't remember. Maybe you can remind me," Josie leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
"Eat some breakfast first. Then maybe I'll try and help you remember." I pulled her close and kissed her.
"Daddy's hungry now. And not for food, baby." She drew in a breath and I knew I had her where I wanted her.
At the moment, nothing mattered. It was just Josie and I and our bed. Her straddling my lap. Her belly pressed against mine. Her lips dancing along mine. My fingers tangled in her golden hair. Her hands gripping my shoulders.
"Harry," Josie breathed heavily as I kissed at her neck and my hands wandered to forbidden places. "Oh my—Harry! What about work?"
"I need to work on you." I quickly answered. I had my wife panting and moaning and screaming my name for what felt like forever. It was music to my ears.
I got up out of the bed as she was paralyzed with pleasure tangled in the sheets of the mattress. I smirked at my job well done and went to my closet in my birthday suit.
I dressed into my usual black slacks, white dress shirt, and suspenders.
"You can expect me home around six tonight." I said as I buttoned the ends of my cuffs. Josie moaned.
"I want to see you earlier than six, baby."
I smiled and walked out the door. I found breakfast a bit cold on a plate on the counter and took a few bites before leaving to work.
Once at the office, Liza found me and told me how the last week of fooling around with Josie was really taking time away from important work I needed to focus on. But I honestly couldn't care. I had Josie. I had a woman who wanted to love me the rest of our lives. Nothing else mattered.
"New York?" I asked as Liza later on explained how she assigned a meeting in New York with a potential client.
"I thought we could branch out. I know you want to focus on just west cost and Asian countries but I thought we could slowly get you to the East of the country."
I shrugged. "Good thinking. I mean, I wasn't really planning on attacking the east coast for a few more years. Not until I had Mexico, but ... New York actually sounds fun."
"Yeah, maybe you could bring Josie along. Her dad lives in New York, correct?"
"Good thinking, Liza." I looked down at my work and smiled. "That's a really good idea." I softly reiterated. I looked back up at my secretary and placed my hands behind my head. "My wife loves me, you know. Liza, I can't explain the week we've been having. It's like make-up sex but so much better." My secretary rolled her eyes and allowed a frown to grow on her pretty face. "This way I won't be apart from her like I usually am on my business trips. You know what? For trips in the future, get a plane ticket for my wife."
"And what about the baby?" I sucked my teeth, then I smiled.
I sighed and got back into my cocky position in my giant chair. "I'm gonna be a dad ... Liza. Josie's what ... twenty-eight weeks pregnant? Only like three more months and then our little boy is here,"
"Yeah, adorable. Please overlook these, I've organized them by floor. And here, these need your approval."
Liza placed mountain loads of paperwork onto my desk and I wondered if I'd really be able to make it home by six to my lovely wife.
"Thank you, Liza, I don't know what I'd do without you." I winked at her and could have sworn I saw a blush creep up on her high-cheekbone face.
Josie came at lunch with cookies and food. I asked her to stay and she did. She asked if she could help with anything and I thought that since she was co-owner, she could just sign off approvals for me.
She worked on that as I went to meetings and worked on other business.
By the time it was seven at night, Josie was tired and kept asking the rest of the drive home how I could possibly do that everyday.
"My hand and my eyes are sore, Harry. And it was so boring and robotic! How do you do it!?"
"I think of a special someone." I smirked as I drove to our house.
"Oh yeah? What did you do before you met me?"
"I didn't have anything to look forward to at the end of each day so I allowed myself to become a robot. This is ... until I met you." Josie grabbed my hand and brought it to her lips. I tried to focus on the road as my wife was getting me really excited.
Once we got home, our pants were already down before exiting the foyer.
We are so bad.
"I thought you were tired, baby," I breathed as I led us into the kitchen.
"I still am. But ... I can't turn you down it seems." I smiled, satisfied with that answer, and grabbed leftovers out of the fridge.
Josie is a very curvy woman now than from when I saw her again after five years. When we met all those months ago, she was fairly skinny. But now she had a slight double chin and very thick thighs. As well as chubby arms and a roll or two on that small back of hers. But I honestly didn't care.
I loved her.
After dinner, I ravaged that buxom figure of hers all night long.
*Josie*
I sighed deeply as I waited yet another minute for the plane. When Harry told me we were going to New York I was very excited to see my dad as well as show Harry around. But I also thought about Ryan. Not in the second-thought kind of way but in the regrettable way. Thinking of the night I cheated on my beloved husband had me wanting to throw up. It had me clinging to Harry's arm for comfort. I didn't ever want Harry and I to grow distant again. I didn't want anything to ever come in between us.
As we boarded the plane, in which we were first class, I felt bowel movements that did not feel good. I quickly ran to the restroom leaving Liza and Harry alone with each other. I quickly relieved myself and got back to the plane before it took off without me.
"Babe, you okay?" Harry asked with concern in his gold eyes. I smiled and nodded, patting his hand as I took a seat beside him.
"Just something I ate." He nodded then kissed me on the cheek.
"You need to tell me if you feel sick at all."
"Why?"
"So that I can take care of you." He lazily smiled and I didn't know if I'd make it through this flight without jumping Harry's bones.
The flight was direct and very long. I killed time watching movies and mostly sleeping on Harry's shoulder. He literally stayed awake the whole time reading. I like to read, don't get me wrong, but he literally read something so boring I couldn't even get myself to read the first paragraph. It was about business and accounting and stocks and ... yeah. Boring for this wild and adventurous mind of mine. Of course, I wanted to show Harry I supported him. If he asked me to read one of his books or something so dull as the book he was currently reading, then I would do so. Because I love him.
We landed, alighted, found our bags, then left. Liza insisted we go straight to the hotel and sleep because it was dark but I wanted to show Harry New York at night.
Harry went with my plan and Liza decided to go to the hotel with all our luggage. Harry and I explored and I interested him in a vastly different and yet similar way of life.
We walked around Time square then I took him out for Pizza. I had so much I didn't know if my belly could take any more food for the rest of my life. I then took Harry to the top of the Empire Sate Building and overlooked the city that never sleeps. After that, I took him to Black Tap. The crazy milkshake shop. We ordered giant shakes covered in candy and surprisingly we both finished them.
We then went to the hotel and instantly feel asleep on the large bed in our private room.
The next morning I woke with a note as well as a text from Harry explaining the same things.
Early meeting with client. I love you! I had so much fun last night! I can't wait to have even more fun with you later!
I love you, Harry.
P.S. you're adorable when you sleep. I've also gotten breakfast taken care for you. Just call the front desk.
I did and fell in love with my husband all over again when a tray of food was immediately delivered to our room.
I texted Harry that I decided to visit my dad while he was off at meetings. We were only going to be in New York for three days and I really wanted my dad and Harry to be aquatinted with each other. I mean, he is my husband and the father of my dad's grandchildren. He deserves to meet the guy.
But today I wanted to just see my father, mostly because I just missed him so much.
*****
I got a taxi to my dad's apartment which was quite a ways away, and traffic only added to the time it took for us to get there.
"Hi dad!" I beamed down at him when he opened his apartment door.
"Joe! Man, am I glad to see you!"
"I've missed you, dad!" I hugged him and he patted my back.
"You know, it's nice having a kid who doesn't come to me for money or use me as an escape but for the hell of it." I stood up and he looked at my stomach. "The baby has really grown!"
I followed him inside the small apartment and told him why I was here.
"I really want you and Harry to meet. When's a good time for you to meet up with us?"
"I don't know. I'm pretty much free all the time." I pushed his shoulder.
"Come on, you have a life. Any girls?"
"Actually ... there is someone."
"No," I smiled goofily at him as I plopped down at the couch. My dad rested his hands in his lap and watched them fidget as he blushingly talked about his secret sweetheart.
"Her name's Jennifer. She goes by Jen. She's forty-five, single, and has a kid."
"How old's the kid?" I asked, still not wiping the stupid smile off my face. I honestly couldn't be happier for my dad. After two wives dying and one divorce as well as being paralyzed from the waist down, he deserved a better deal in life.
"The boy's name's Tyler. He's sixteen. He's kind of a punk but he's really protective of his mom."
"Is she divorced?"
"No, she's raised Tyler all on her own. She actually ... kind of reminds me of you."
"Yeah?" My obnoxious smile turned into something more humble as I folded my legs over the other and rested my hands atop my belly.
"When she found out about being pregnant, she ran away, knowing that her boyfriend didn't want a kid. Her family distant themselves from her and she was left alone to raise her son. I couldn't help but be so glad that you found Harry to take care of you. In a way, I'm glad you haven't had to suffer through all that Jen's had to." I patted my dad's hand reassuringly.
"Well, I hope it all works out for the two of you. Sounds like you both deserve some loving. You know what? You should bring Jen with you when you meet Harry."
"Okay. Just tell me when and I'll see if she's off of work or not."
"Sweet!"
I hung out with my dad some more just catching up on stuff and discussing things about the baby when I got a text from Harry that he was back at the hotel waiting for me when I was done.
I'd stayed with my dad for hours and it was about time for me to get going. I told him I would text as soon as I figured out a good time for Harry.
I got back to the hotel when it was dark.
When I got into the hotel room, Harry already had his hands around me and kissing at my neck and arms. He was kissing my hands as I just giggled and tried prying him off me.
"I missed you so much." He drawled against my throat.
"Control yourself, will you?" I teased.
"I can't when I haven't seen my baby all day." I couldn't help but giggle. Harry turned me around and knelt down to face my belly. He kissed it then said, "I missed you, too, little guy."
"We need a name for him."
"What about John?"
"You've mentioned that name before, haven't you? Hmmm ... I like it but ... it sounds so ordinary." Harry guided me over to a sofa and I sat against him as he had a hand around me and one on my stomach.
"What's wrong with ordinary?"
"Nothing ... but I want it to tie into yours and my names. Josie isn't very ordinary, neither's Harry. ... ooo, what about Bradick?"
"I don't know. He'll most likely go by Brad and that's pretty ordinary to me."
I huffed a sigh and rubbed my small hands over my smooth and hard tummy. Harry's overlapped mine then began kissing at my ears and temple.
"What about Fernando?" I asked, trying to hold back a moan. I swallowed and struggled focusing on names. "Andrew?" Harry's hands wandered up and cupped my large breasts in his large hands. "Danny? Hans? Noah? Trevor? Rupert? Patrick?" I bit my lip. "Oh my ... gosh! Harry! Stop it before I name this baby Harry Jr."
He stopped. As he looped a loose hair of mine behind my ear he said deeply in his sexy British accent, "I want to save that one for our next son. If we have a girl next, I want her to be Harriet."
I turned with a smile. "Harriet?" He shrugged. "I actually like that. Hey, what if we name all of our kids with snazzy names like that?"
"How so?"
"I don't know ... like Alexander, Jefferson, Benjamin, George—"
"Now you're just naming off Founding Fathers." I smiled.
"Maybe that's who I see our kids becoming as great as in the future." Harry smiled.
"You really see that for our kids." I nodded. "Babe, that's adorable."
"Of course, all their brains will come from you."
"Naw, all their talent will be from their mother's side." I snuggled into my husband as he rubbed my back.
We ordered Chinese and figured out a good lunch date time with my dad. We watched TV for the rest of the night until I fell asleep against Harry on the couch.