Author's notes,
Hi readers. This story was written for the Halloween challenge. All the characters are fictional. I hope you enjoy it.
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Halloween: Putting a Baby in Mommy's Tummy
Making a baby on Halloween isn't so easy.
My wife Liz and I had been trying to get her pregnant for a while now. She wanted a baby. It seems like that's all she talked about. I wanted to give her one and I love her so much that I pulled up my big boy briefs and even humiliated myself by getting "things" checked out. As it turned out, I was fine. The doctor wrote I had plenty of good active sperm so, I wasn't the problem.
This is not what my wife wanted to hear. Instead of something simple, like making me change from briefs to boxers, fixing me wasn't going to cure the problem. She began to presume it was her fault and started feeling guilty about it which distressed her. This added to her stress and as every husband can testify, the wife's stress added to my stress.
Frankly, stress was not something I needed more of. We had just moved into our current home, located in one of those nice suburban housing communities. You know, the ones with the HOAs that will choke a mule and a mortgage to match. I had just been promoted to project manager. This is a job that is, essentially, having to take responsibility for all sorts of things you have no control over and putting out the fires that result.
It was late in October and Halloween was coming up. It would be our first in the community and Liz was busy coffee clutching with the neighbor ladies and breaking the bank with decorations. I feared what our bill for Christmas decorations was going to look like.
Joe, my next-door neighbor, came over and while we were chatting, I decided to show him the large box filled with bags of candy we planned to give out. One of Liz's coffee clutch ladies had warned her that Halloween was pretty busy.
"Well, that's going to last you about two hours," he warned flatly.
It seems the suburban communities like ours, at least the ones that weren't gated, attracted all sorts of people for Halloween. With so many houses close together, one can get a pretty big haul.
"I swear they buss kids in from all over the county and if you don't want flaming paper bags filled with dog shit on your porch, I recommend you stock up. Plus, Halloween is on a Friday and the kids don't have school the next day. I think the turnout might be a record breaker," Joe sighed.
The guy had never steered me wrong, so I bought more candy, a whole lot more.
Well, Liz had been on the internet and we all know that whatever you find on the internet is true, right?
"Ben, I found this marvelous site on the internet. It explained all about using the estrus cycle to maximize the probability of getting pregnant. Making love at the time of ovulation within a few hours will drastically improve your chances. They even provide a way on the site you can track your cycle to find out when your ovulation is and therefore, the best day to...make a baby," she squealed in excitement.
I must have looked confused.
"You know," she began.
I shrugged my shoulders, the universal man signal of, "No, I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Midway through our cycles, the egg is released from the ovary. It travels down the fallopian tube and if it gets fertilized, it embeds in the uterus. The closer you make love to the time of the release of the egg, the more likely you'll make a baby," she woman-splained.
To show her I was attentive and using reflective listening, I repeated back to her what I understood she had said using my own words.
"Fourteen days after we can finally have sex again, the egg is released, and if it gets plopped in a puddle of fresh jizz right away, happy mommy?" I said, turning the last syllable up to make it a question.
Her eyes rolled up and she shook her head. She didn't always appreciate my humor.
"Anyway, goofball, we can make it nice. I'll cook a great meal, we can smooch, and have a glass of wine. I promise not to drink another drink until after the child is born though. Then we can go upstairs and you can put a baby in mommy's tummy," she cooed.
I definitely wasn't ready for the baby talk stuff.
"When is this most important and memorable day?" I asked, mainly because I was going to have to get on my knees and beg my boss to be able to get home on time.
"It's Friday after next," she squealed excitedly.
I had listened to her, all this time attentively, nodding, encouraging, using reflective listening, and when she finished, I asked, "Do you know what day it is, Friday after next?"
Smiling, she seemed confused and said, "No."
"It's Halloween, Liz," I said just above a whisper.
Her mouth hung open as she realized what that sentence meant.
"Oh no," she spat out. Why does everything go wrong? Ben, I want a baby so bad," she wailed as the waterworks began.
I hugged her and tried to comfort her. Liz's shuddering sobs just would not stop. At times she gasped for breath, only to return to sobbing uncontrollably. Her legs gave out, and I was holding her up. She was nearly hysterical. Each sob, rather than begin to diminish in intensity, seemed to guarantee the next one.
I cooed in her ear and rubbed her back, "It's ok Liz. We can figure something out. Don't worry."
"Really," she said finally, like a beaten child.
I love her so much, so very much, my heart ached for her.
"Do you really think we can?" she sobbed.
"Yeah, we'll work it out. Maybe, I can get off early, and we can make a baby before or stay up late after. We can do it," I whispered in her ear, as I hugged her tight.
Finally, down to occasional sniffles, she sought out my mouth and we necked passionately.
Three times during the week of Halloween, I went out and bought more candy. I checked the latches, and put padlocks on the gates in the fence surrounding our entire backyard. Except for the Halloween decorations, I removed all knick-knacks and other decoration temptations from the front. I was ready.
I begged my boss for the entire day off and almost did get on my knees but he refused and insisted I stay until two. Well, it was better than nothing. Liz was excited because I hadn't told her I was trying to get the whole day off. The three or four hours early seemed good to her. Of course, the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
My fireman duties went through the roof. Seemingly, everything that could go wrong with the project went wrong in spades. By noon it was obvious, I couldn't make the two o'clock time frame and would try for four o'clock. I nervously called Liz and she wasn't happy but she didn't give me too much grief.
"Well, get here as soon as you can," she snapped, hanging up.
Just before four, my boss came into my office as I was just ending an angry call to a supplier who had fucked up again. I looked up at my boss, my face red from anger and frustration.
"Go home," he said and turned around and left.
I wasn't going to say no, grabbed my phone, and headed home. Maybe he isn't so much of a bastard as I thought.
As I turned into the entrance to our community, I was shocked. It seemed like there must be a carnival going on. The sidewalks were filled with kids dressed up, parents pushing carriages, and noticeably many kids were pulling little red wagons filled with paper bags loaded with candy. I had to wait at my driveway while twenty-two people, yes I counted them, went across my driveway and I could finally pull in safely.
I had opened the garage door to gain entrance to the house. The garage was still full of boxes from the move, so I had to leave my car out. As I entered the garage, I noticed a couple of kids headed toward me. I told them to go to the front door as the garage door closed behind me.
Liz was all frazzled.
"Where have you been?" she wailed. "It's a madhouse. It started at about one o'clock. Slowly at first, but since then, it has been crazy," she whined.
"Ding dong," went the front doorbell.
"Ok, so you take a break and I'll cover now," I bravely volunteered.
She was right. It was a madhouse. The kids weren't coming one at a time, it was a half dozen on the porch, a half dozen waiting on the steps, a half dozen waiting on the walkway, and dozens more lining up down the sidewalk.
I thought Liz would take a break from it, but what she wanted and needed was a break from handing out the candy. She stood there cooing at all the kids' costumes, talking to them and their parents if they came up. Every time a baby was brought to the door, she would go out of her mind fawning over it.
I felt like I was in a giant bird sanctuary and a million baby birds were there with their mouths open squawking for food. Liz had survived the one to four o'clock group. These were mostly babies and toddlers their parents took out because they couldn't stay up too late. Funny, it seems to me since kids that are that young can't eat most of the candy given out. This was the four to six o'clock group. These were mostly kids in elementary school and could stay up a bit later. There were millions it seemed.
Occasionally, the ranks would thin out, and when I got my first lull, I pulled Liz into the house and closed the door. The front door is at the end of a long hall with no windows. It's a private place. At first, she protested, but I pinned her against the wall and kissed her. When I disengaged, she had a surprised look on her face. I planted another kiss and this time, got her mouth opened, and she wrapped her arms around my neck while our tongues danced.
Ding dong.
I sighed and disengaged, turning to open the door. She, somehow beat it around me and, as the door opened, began cooing at the children again. Luckily, this was a smaller group and then a lull. I again dragged her into the house and pinned her against the wall. This time, she was quite receptive. We necked heavily for a bit.
Ding dong.
I again sighed, and we repeated the process. Finally, after quite some time, we got another lull, and I pinned Liz to the wall and ran my hand up under her sweater, cupping her breast encased in a bra and squeezed. She squealed and pushed back, clasping the back of my hand and squeezing it with me.
Ding dong.
"Fuck it, let's do it now," I whispered.
