THE SWEET WAITING

An Evencort Story

It didn’t take Caitlyn long to figure out that there were many perks to being pregnant with Luke’s baby. It was as if Luke wanted to start to spoil the baby while it was still in her womb. There were no boundaries to what he would do for her as long as it would please her.

Once the first trimester was over and she didn’t have morning sickness anymore, he day started with Luke kissing her awake and cuddling her close while she finished waking up. Then he would carry her to the bathtub (Which he had had costume made so it would fit both of them, even with Caitlyn’s ever expanding figure… it was really more a pool than a bathtub really) and bathe her, often rubbing his hands against her belly and getting baby-kicks as his reward; and he would whisper in her ear that he loved them both, Caitlyn-and-Baby.

Then he would help her dress and, this was Caitlyn’s favorite part of their morning routine, he would brush out her hair. She didn’t know why but she loved it and it had always struck her as very intimate, just as much as their bathing together or sleeping (and not sleeping) together was.

Afterwards, they would go down for breakfast with Lady Sophia, Luke’s mom.

“This really is too much food!” Caitlyn would complain every morning when the maids began to lay out ‘Caitlyn-and-Baby’s’ breakfast. “It will take a small army of pregnant women to finish all of this!”

“You always say that but you always finish it.” Luke would ask.

“Because you trick me into it!”

“How exactly do I do that?”

“You make them do all my favorites every morning.” Caitlyn said sulkily. “If you keep this up I’m going to grow as big as the house.”

“Then we will get a bigger house,” he would say unperturbed by the prospect. In his mind there bigger she got, the more to love.

Caitlyn would glare at him and smile with satisfaction when his mother would smack him in the arm and tell him that all he was allowed to say to Caitlyn for the rest of the meal was that she was beautiful and that he loved her.

Luke would grin and say, “She already knows that.” And Caitlyn would forgive him and eat all the food.

Then they would go out for a walk around the park near their house and when they got back, Caitlyn and Luke would take a nap together. In the afternoon, Luke would work on his many businesses from home, while Lady Sophia and Caitlyn closeted themselves in the nursery, which they were redecorating and remodeling to make it more airy and sun filled.

After dinner, they would all sit together in the family room and chat among themselves while Luke answered letters or pretended to read the paper when what he was really doing was watch Caitlyn. And Caitlyn and Lady Sophia would knit and embroider tiny little garments in the softest fabrics they could find.

Since Caitlyn became sleepy early, they went to bed around ten.

Luke would fuss over her like a mother hen, fluffing her pillows and making sure she was all covered but not overly heated as that made her uncomfortable and if she was uncomfortable she couldn’t sleep.

Finally he would settle under the covers and snuggle up to her until his head was resting in the soft pillow of her breasts.

“I love you too much for words,” Luke would say, the words rushing out just above her heart.

“That’s how I love you too,” Caitlyn would say, her fingers gently playing with his hair. After a few moments of silence she would ask, “What do you think it’s going to be? A boy or a girl?”

“I don’t care.”

“Your Mom says it’s going to be a boy.” She said once, near the end of her pregnancy.

“Maybe it will be.”

“If it is a boy, can we call him Michael?” Caitlyn asked softly.

“I think Michael would have liked that.” Luke answered; thinking on how his best friend, Caitlyn’s brother, would have made the best uncle there ever was, had he not died in that freak accident…

Luke still missed him, they had been best friends for twenty years, but he didn’t allow himself to feel sad anymore. In life, bad things happened and Michael wouldn’t want him to duel over his death and neglect living his life, or neglect Caitlyn – which at this point were pretty much the same thing.

It had not always been like that, when he had first married Caitlyn out of an overgrown sense of guilt, things had come very close to go to hell because they just wouldn’t deal with their own grief and that grief kept them apart. Now he couldn’t imagine his life without his small, dark haired wife who meant the world to him.

“And if it’s a girl, can we call her Gabriella, after my Mom?” Caitlyn asked, shyly this time. “I think we should do it that way, because then Mom and Michael will protect their namesakes.”

“I don’t think neither of them need that kind of goading, but we’ll do it your way.” Luke had answered, kissing the top of her breasts through her nightgown and making Caitlyn sigh happily.

“Luke?”

“Yes?

“I love you, even if it’s too small a word for what I feel.”

Since he agreed, and since there weren’t words to express what he felt, Luke simply moved more fully above her – keeping his weigh off her of course – and kissed her senseless.

Soon they would have their baby, and the sweet waiting would be over. And it was a good thing that they thought of a boy and a girl’s name…as life would have it that they would get both on their first try.

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The End.