"Not feeling too good, hmm? Well, don't worry, it doesn't last long. The important thing is to get good care and as soon as possible," she said wisely. "Here's another little something for you; I didn't think it was wise to give it to you in front of everyone." She handed her an oblong box, prettily wrapped in pink paper with a white bow. Inside were an early pregnancy test and a silver rattle.
Angelique stared at Selena in total shock. Selena, one of the top OB-GYN doctors in Georgia, gave her a hug and a smile. "It's going to be fine, Angel. I doubt anybody else has guessed, but you take that test as soon as possible. I've been delivering babies for a long time and I just have a sixth sense about it. Congratulations, mommy!"
Part Two
Chapter Eighteen
"Adonis! Honey, come look at this," Angelique cried. She was standing in the bedroom and the excitement in her voice was unmistakable. Donnie put down the morning paper and came into the bedroom to find his very sexy wife standing in front of the full-length standing mirror wearing a brilliant smile and nothing else. She was cupping her bosom and looking elated.
"Baby, come see this! I have boobies, real boobies," she said happily.
Donnie laughed gently at her, coming up behind her and caressing her breasts with his big hands. He squeezed them gently and smoothed his warm palms over their exquisite softness, but very gently, because they had a tendency to be tender.
"Angel, you always had real breasts. I should know, they're one of my favorite parts of your amazing body." Breathing a little harder, he continued to caress each one, burying his face in her neck.
"Of course I had them before, but look how much bigger they are. They're bigger and rounder and they look much better, don't you think? I love being pregnant." She sighed.
Donnie couldn't answer; he was too occupied with stroking his wife. His hands moved from her breasts down to her stomach, where he caressed her smooth belly that was just beginning to really show. He braced his legs wide apart as he slid his questing fingers down lower, to stroke the curly hairs that shielded her femininity. Finally he was able to speak.
"I love you being pregnant, baby. You get more beautiful every day and more desirable. I want you so bad I can't stand it," he admitted. "Every time I look at you I get weak in the knees."
Angelique leaned forward a little so that her bare bottom was positioned on his manhood. "Yes, but you get strong everywhere else," she purred. She undulated her hips so that there was no mistaking her intention. "I think you have on way too many clothes, baby."
In deference to the blazingly hot August weather, Donnie was wearing only a pair of loose-fitting cargo shorts that he got rid of quickly. He embraced Angelique and they kissed long and passionately as he slid his hands down her body. Anchoring his hands on her hips, he picked her up while she wrapped her legs around him and he entered her from this standing position. The rhythm was quickly established and their unending desire to please each other led them to a trembling completion. Bathed in perspiration and needing more, Donnie walked over to the bed with her still locked around his waist. They lay down to begin a second trip to paradise. Still intimately joined, he began moving inside her while their mouths sought each other in a hot, prolonged kiss. All too soon, Angelique was quivering on the brink of release. She gasped and screamed Donnie's name over and over and he joined her in a deep, pulsating orgasm that left them both shaken and satisfied.
He chuckled. "We're not going to be able to do this when your mother is here. A little loud loving in the afternoon is fine when we're alone, but I don't want to shock my favorite mother-in-law," he drawled as he licked the beads of perspiration from his wife's neck.
Angelique returned the favor by running her tongue along his collarbone, then sighing as she savored the salty essence of his skin. "I'll try to behave, beloved, but I can't promise anything. I don't know what it is about being pregnant, but I seem to be insatiable these days. I can't resist you," she whispered and kissed him on the mouth.
After Angelique had discovered that Selena was absolutely correct and she was pregnant, she had become despondent instead of excited. She couldn't bring herself to tell even her loving husband because she didn't know how he would react. She kept remembering his words the first time they made love, that there was plenty of time for babies and that this was just for them. She alternated between being frightened and being elated and the resultant stress exacerbated her morning sickness to the point that Donnie was frantic. Upon finding her losing yet another meal, he insisted on taking her to the hospital. Finally, she had to tell him. She made him sit down and she told him, as quietly as possible, that she was pregnant. She had closed her eyes to avoid seeing his expression and opened them to find him kneeling in front of her with tears running down his face.
"Angel. My Angel, why didn't you tell me? When did you find out? When are you due? Is that a good chair for you to be in? Come here, come with me," he said, scooping her up in his arms. He took her into the living room and sat down with her on the sofa.
"Baby, you've made me so happy, I can't see straight. I'm going to be a daddy, Angel! And you're going to be a mommy, the best mommy in the world. I love you, Angel. I'm so happy you're my wife. You make me happy every day of my life. I can never show you how much I love you," he murmured into her neck. He'd finally realized that she wasn't speaking and asked what was wrong. "Umm, baby? You can jump in here anytime."
Now it was time for Angel to start weeping, big silent tears that heartbreakingly ran down her cheeks.
"Oh, baby, what's the matter? Why are you crying?" Donnie asked.
"Adonis, I'm not going to make a good mother, I'm going to be a terrible mother. I won't be able to read our baby bedtime stories. Suppose I do something bad with their medicine or their baby food because I read it wrong? And besides," she sniffed, "dyslexia is genetic. Suppose I pass it on to our children? I don't want our babies to take after me, Adonis, I really don't."
The first thing Donnie did was rock her and comfort her until the tears stopped. Then he reassured her. "Honey, I know plenty of Ph.D.s that I wouldn't trust with a stray cat, much less a child. There's more to being a good mother than reading bedtime stories. You're so creative, you'd paint them bedtime stories and act them out so don't even worry about that. And if you want to, only if you want to, there are some things we can do to help with the dyslexia. I didn't say anything before because I didn't want you to think I was trying to fix you or make you over. I'm not trying to do that. I was lucky enough to find the perfect woman for me the first time out, and you don't need fixing. And as for them taking after you, who better?" He smiled at her and hugged her closely. "You have no idea how wonderful you are, you really don't. You sit here for a minute and I'm going to show you something. Be right back."
He left the room and returned with a thick photo album and proceeded to show her pictures of himself as an adorable little boy, a terribly gawky preteen and, finally, an adolescent who personified the concept of "pizza face." Angelique gasped when she saw the pictures; they looked nothing like her handsome husband.
"Oh, my God! My poor Adonis, that looks really bad," she sympathized. The pictures truly didn't resemble Donnie in any way. His face and neck were covered with cystic acne, big, fierce, red pustules that made his face lumpy and totally unappealing.
"I was the most miserable child you ever saw, Angel. My skin broke out when I was twelve and it didn't clear up until I was nineteen. Benita never stopped looking for something to cure my acne and she finally found a good dermatologist and a formula that really worked. I think that's why I worked so hard in school, because I had to feel good about something in my life. The acne was on my back and my chest as well, by the way. It was a terrible time in my life. So don't hope that our babies take after me, they might end up with that horrible skin."
Angelique was shaking her head in amazement. "This is so sad and so ironic. I was always considered to be a very pretty child, but dumb as a post. I heard one of my teachers use those very words once. People seem to think that children can't hear or something because they never hesitate to say whatever they want in front of them. I hated being pretty," she confessed. "I thought that if I were plain or really ugly, people would be nicer to me, they wouldn't be so hateful. They always thought I should be able to do things that I couldn't do and it gave them pleasure to see me foil. They were never as hard on the average-looking children." Suddenly she blushed bright red. "I'm sorry, that sounds so conceited, doesn't it?"