Quarterback’s Surprise Baby(51)

“And can I have a pony?”

This question comes out of nowhere, but after thinking about it a moment, why couldn’t she have one? We already have horses, and plenty of land. I remember dreaming of one when I was a little girl, and someone should have that dream come true! Why shouldn’t it be Chikae?

“We’ll see,” I say. “Don’t get your hopes up, but we can look into it!”

“I can't wait!” She bounces Addison up and down as she jiggles in excitement and he lets out a little squeal of delight, which in turn wakes up Nikki. It’s so obvious that there’s a definite twin bond between the two little ones. They love to stare at each other from their bassinets side by side, and just a squeal from one elicits the same from the other until they’re both giggling.

That in turn makes Chikae and I fall out laughing as well. “Addy, thanks for taking care of us,” she says suddenly.

“It’s my pleasure,” I say, realizing that it’s true. At first, it was hard, and I didn’t know if I could, but now I feel stronger than ever, and with my husband by my side, my heart bursts from all the love I feel. “You guys are great kids!” My vision blurs suddenly and I realize that I’m crying from happiness.

“Don’t cry, Addy, everything is going to be ok,” Chikae says. “Right Addison?” He makes a sound halfway between a laugh and a hiccup and my tears subside. “I know, baby,” I grin. “It’s just from being so happy.” Her head falls on my shoulder.

We hear the boys return, and Darius is talking excitedly about his birthday while Nicholas uh-huhs and mm-hms. He’s going to be such a great daddy. Not that he isn’t already, but as they grow I know he’s always going to be interested in them, there for them. And there for me.



That night, when Nicholas finally takes me in his arms, I’m already wet for him, excited to be with him, and ready for him to come inside, but he teases me. He’s drawing his tongue over my breasts, my hard nipples, sucking on them, nibbling, kissing. I’m bucking, squealing in delight, knowing we are in a circle of love and trust, and after so long, alone in our own beautiful house, my family safe and taken care of close by and the babies snug in their beds. I writhe against his body, yearning to pull him inside of me, but he tantalizes me with the head of his cock, just caressing me with it while he kisses my neck until I just can’t take it anymore.

“Come inside, baby,” I croon into his ear, squirming and pushing against him. “I need to feel you inside me now.

“Oh god Adisa, you make me so hot. You’re so sexy, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs back, his hand reaching around to grip my buttock, massaging the supple skin before leaning over me and plunging his lips into my delicate folds, licking me all over, sucking my clit while he enters me with his fingers. I feel the orgasm building and I can’t help but cry out as he tumbles me over the edge into a rippling climax that never seems to end. He expertly makes me come once, twice more, as I lose myself on the bed, moaning and breathing his name, my body convulsing in pleasure, eyes closed tight.

“Nicholas,” I tell him, as he comes up to lay beside me, on top of me, with me. “I love you so much...” And I do. I couldn’t love him more, really. My heart is full of him, and for so many reasons. The amazing lovemaking is only the icing on the cake. He’s helped me become a mother, a wife, he’s become part of my family. He’s given us a home, and hope, and happiness. He’s enabling me to follow my dreams once the kids are ready and in school, to study and become something more than I could ever achieve on my own. He’s truly more man than I could ever have imagined myself marrying, and in every way.

“I love you more.” He stares into my eyes as he opens my legs, and when he climbs on top of me he fills me over and over again with his hard length, breathing my name, moaning softly. We move together, achingly slowly, then faster, our breathing in time with our thrusts. He pulls me up and turns me over, and enters me from behind, the sound of his body slapping against my rear strangely arousing, and I cry out, as he fills me in ways I didn’t know I could be filled. His cock massages my walls, and I’m feeling sensations I didn’t know were possible. His hands grip my hips and he moves inside me, deeply, and I arch my back to let him in further. My feet wrap around his legs, drawing him closer and he bites my shoulder as I reach back to grasp his ass.

“Oh god Adisa, you’re so sexy, so amazingly beautiful,” He gasps, and starts bucking inside me, until his warm seed drips out of me in little pearlescent drops. “I love you,” he whispers as his hot breath warms my skin.

“And I love you, my Nicholas,” I answer, as my body goes through the last throes of orgasm.

Then we both collapse on the bed, spent and out of breath, exhilarated. Euphoric.

Then I hear it: the sound of one of the babies crying, and soon the sound of both babies crying. Our eyes meet.

“We both go?” Nicholas asks, a crooked grin on his face.

“Sure, we’re in this together,” I say. “We’ll just keep taking it—”

“One day at a time.” We finish the sentence together, and I can feel my mother’s love and wisdom in the sentiment. I pull on a silk robe and he puts on some pj bottoms, and we go to get the babies. Settling down in the two adjacent chaises, we rock back and forth, and feed them their bottles as we stare into each other’s eyes.

“You’re the best, babe.” I say.

“You too. I love you,” he replies. And this is one day where everything finally feels wonderful. And I know whatever happens, we’ll face it together.

One day at a time.