A few hours later Mama, Leslie, and I made our way into the house tired and a little done under by the events of the day. A funeral was never an easy aspect of one's life. I was happy to be home and in my own space so I could handle the thoughts raging around in my head. The one at the forefront was my concern for my wife.

I tried not to let my concern show about Leslie or say anything that might come across as my trying to dictate how she should support me are the persons around her, but my mind was bombarded with my concern and the fear of losing our son and not to mention my pent up sexual frustration.

"I hope yuh don't mind but am beat out, so am jus goin to get miself ready for bed," Mama said as she rested a broad hip against the sofa and looked at Leslie and I.

We both nod to her our understanding and she smiled at us then made her way to the downstairs room she occupied whenever she visited.

"Goodnight Mama," Leslie called out to her as she shrugged out of her jacket and slipped off her flat leopard print shoes matching the silk top of her knee-length sleeveless maternity dress.

She was about to sit on the sofa when I scooped her up and laughed as she gave a little yelp and hugged me before her head came to rest on my shoulder.

"I knew you were strong," she teased "but yuh sure are Herculean to carry my huge self up these stairs."

"Girl am dying," I said and fake a wobble and she shrieked.

I laughed as she clung to me and I nudged our bedroom door open. I  brought her to the bed and laid her down gently on the bed where I looked down lovingly at her. I felt all the love I have burning in me rushed to my head in a wave of overwhelming affection.

"I love you," I said as I brush a finger against her lips and leaned in to kiss them. I felt my need for our body to be one surface and sent my loins throbbing.

I felt her hands wound their way around my neck as she shifted in the bed and pulled me closer to her.

"Leslie," I said nestling to her warm body after kicking off my shoes. "I need to go and have a really cold shower".

I felt her hold on me release and she sighed and rolled over on her back, her hand moved across her protruding belly in gentle strokes.

"Baby," I said gently turning her face to me. "It's going to be alright."

She looks up at me with a smile that showed courage but I knew the fears were there. I had those same fears too but I could not let them drown me or take from what was now are what was ahead.

"Let me get you out of these clothes and then I'll head on for a shower," I told her easing up but she said instead.

"Let's shower together."

"I'm loving the sound of that," I told her as I helped her from the bed.

I helped her undress before undressing, as we both stood in the stall I admired the changes in her body.  Her breasts were full and round her belly now full with the advanced stage of her pregnancy. I traced one breast then the other before I followed the dark brown line that centered her belly.

"I never thought you could get any more beautiful," I told her drinking in the fullness of her and the way she filled out without being too swollen or excessively fat. Her skin glowed radiantly.

I reach for her shower gel and squeezed some in my palm and rubbed it over her letting my fingers linger on her stomach where my son nestled.

I was taken back to the day we found out we were having a boy. It was the best day of my life when Cynthia showed us on the monitor the telltale sign of our child's sex. I would have been happy if it was a girl but something about having a son filled me with an exhilarating feeling that sent my heart beating with an ebullient love.

I turned on the shower adjusting it to low so that it cascaded down our body in soft droplets. My hand increased the soapy lather on her warm smooth skin and as I did so I kissed her long and hard letting all my feelings rush from me to her.

I wanted her to know that I loved her and when I pulled her closer and let my soapy hands slipped around her waist and lather her shapely buttocks in slow circular motions I knew I should rinse her off and send her into the room but I longed for her and the feel of her against my body was too intoxicating. I could only think of touching her.

"Don," she said against my lips, "you're hard."

Her words and her warm palm circling my hard member did not help my barely intact control.

"Baby," I breathed as I felt more blood rush to my throbbing shaft. "I sh---"

"Ssshhh," she said against my lips as she kissed me harder and let her tongue slip inside my mouth.

I felt her press me up against the tiled wall of the shower before she ended the kiss and slowly kneeled before me. I made to stop her but I knew I wanted this release and I wanted her to give it to me.

I looked down at her all soapy and looking intriguingly scandalous as she slipped me into her mouth the water running off her light brown skin.

"Shit," I breathed under the sweet administration of her hot mouth,  luscious tongue, and pumping fingers.
I felt my hips began to thrust as my release began to surge to the forefront.

I trembled and gasped her name as she fondled my heavy love sack and suckled me some more. I was very near now so I gently eased from her gripped my member and pumped my release which came spilling on her shoulder and breast to be washed away by the water from the silver shower head.

I open my eyes and looked down at her, she looked so sweet and serene and I smiled as I helped her up and hugged her to me whispering words of adoration. We were like that for quite a while until I finished our shower and took her to bed. She was fast asleep when I pulled the covers over us.

As I nestled the woman I love heart, body, and soul to me and place my hand over her stomach I felt our son move against my palm. I felt a tear slipped from my eye and I kissed the back of her shoulder.

I took that gentle move as a sign that Leslie would bring our baby to term. Everything was going to be alright. I sent a prayer of thanks knowing that the scare we had a month ago was not going to affect us.

As I drifted to sleep in the room downstairs Mama sat by her bed with her worn bible and her lips moving in fervent prayer.
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