The Stethoscope

It was a stethoscope that did it.

I've been through countless shitty relationships. I have a flaxen-haired pixie of a daughter who loves her biological dad, but loves my husband more. It started when he brought her his old stethoscope.

He's a nurse. He was a paramedic for 12 years before that and went back to school when he was 31.

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We were high school lovers. He made me so tingly that I could barely sit still. I remember the day I threw myself against him in the parking lot and got one of those bear hugs that I treasured. I fell in love with him that day. I haven't fallen out of love with him for one moment since.

We reconnected on Facebook (obviously) and his wife (at the time) took an immediate dislike to me. She didn't like that I was interested in what he had to say and wanted to know about him. I thought she was an ugly bitch who treated him like shit, so we were even.

When his marriage ended, I felt my heart leap. Maybe all the romance you dream of as a little girl is possible after all.

He moved back to the old neighborhood and started working nights in the ER. All the insane chemistry I had with him back then was two-fold when I finally saw him again. I left my car in the short-term parking lot for two days because he got a room at the airport Hilton. Never wore a stitch for 48 hours.

We started dating and my little cuddle monster fell in LOVE with him. He lay on the floor and played Legos with her. He came to my house in an Armani suit to take me out to dinner and ended up wearing lipstick, a tiara and a feather boa; having tea with Mr. Bear, her teddy bear. I got so wet watching him that I didn't care to have mac and cheese in my kitchen instead of fish at Le Bernadan.

But it was the stethoscope that did it.

He came over one afternoon to help me with putting up the Christmas tree, and he brought my daughter his old stethoscope. He put the earpieces into her blonde hair and placed the bell over her heart. Her eyes lit up and she couldn't stop grinning. He placed the bell over my heart, his, his stomach, his head, and made her listen close.

After two hours of laughing and giggling, we put her to bed, her new stethoscope tucked in next to her. He went out to the kitchen to fetch us drinks and met me in the bedroom.

This dress made my tattoos look like art (I have a lot). I kicked my shoes off and looked at my body. Not too bad for a single mommy.

He came back to the bedroom with two straight bourbons. He handed me one and took of his jacket, tie, and shirt; standing there in his slacks. I motioned him over to the bed and snuggled into the crook of his arm.

We just sat there, not saying anything and sipped our drinks. He took one last swallow and set his and mine on the bedside table. I leaned in to kiss his next when the spicy notes of Old Spice and bourbon bit me. God!

Something about that smell; so manly and delicious. I needed that and I needed it right then.

The makeout session only made me wetter. This wasn't one of those nights where he'd make me come by kissing me, but I was close. If he touched my tits right now, I was done for. Instead, he reached his left hand behind my head and unbuckled his belt with the other. When he drew away, I could feel him on my neck pushing me toward him.

He got as far as standing up before I attacked him. His pants and boxers were off in a trice and I was trying to shove him down my throat. It tasted so good, felt even better. I like when I can get him all the way down before he comes, so he's closer to my heart, you know?

I'm taller than him (6'1" to his 5'10") but he can still pick me up and throw me around when he needs to. He got a loose grip in my hair and gently pulled me off of him. There was a strand of spit from my tongue to the head of his cock. It looked so hot...

My dress and underwear got torn off and I didn't care. I was pushed onto the bed and just blossomed open like an orchid. He was in me, but I was still tight. Trust me, he's not the biggest man in the world, but fuck it fills me up. So, so full...

He grabbed his gym bag and pulled out his new stethoscope, not the one that was asleep upstairs with my daughter, but a heavy one; black. He put the earpieces in my ears and put the bell over my heart. As soon as I heard my heartbeat, he kissed me.

That started it all. I heard my heart speed up, thumping and alive when his lips met mine. I pulled, dragged him all the way into me and kissed back harder. This huge weight shifted inside me and I came. I never stopped coming, really.

Before I knew what was happening, I'd ripped the stethoscope from my ears, bit his shoulder and screamed. I was begging him to take me, to put his child in me. I needed nothing more at that moment than to think of my belly, swollen with him, to see stars.

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I'm typing this three months later. He's asleep, cuddled up with my daughter on the couch. We got halfway through a funny kids movie before they drifted off. I took one of his dress shirts, put it on, dipped my fingers in his Old Spice and dabbed it on my neck. Now, I'm sitting at the computer, sipping bourbon and watch my daughter and her true father sleep. I've got another little fish nestled between my hips now. Her name is going to be Austin. I'm naming her after his father. He doesn't know this yet. He doesn't know she's a girl yet, either. Neither do I, technically, but she told me the other day. She also said she hopes that someday she can find someone like her daddy.

I just know she will...