Late May
Year 1 of Us
Saturday
It was Memorial Day weekend, and it had been nearly six months since that fabulous, loving, and sexy week in early December, and about two and a half months since Lacey told me that we were having a baby. We were in the living room, listening to music, and her feet were in my lap, as I massaged them, getting little sighs of pleasure from her. When the doorbell rang, I looked at her relaxed face as the dogs raced to the door.
"Expecting company, Lacey?"
"Yes," she had a smile on her face. "She's late, though."
"She?" The doorbell rang again. The dogs were sniffing at the door, and I was surprised when they both sat attentively back from it.
"Yes. Go answer the door, before she rings it again."
I gently kissed her feet, getting a giggle from her, then I gently set them on the hassock. Once I'm standing, I bend over and kissed her cheek. "Ok."
At the door, I looked through the window and grinned. When I opened the door, I held my arms out. "Erica! So, you're the mystery guest!"
"Mystery guest?" Her blue eyes flashed as she smiled, her long, honey colored hair pulled back from her face. She crouched a little to give both dogs scritches on their ears. She looked lovely, and definitely pregnant.
"Yep. Didn't know we were having company and didn't know it was you. However, it seems that these two sillies figured it out quicker than me."
"Where is she?" Erica asked with a smile.
"On the couch, her feet up and probably asleep by now. I was massaging her feet."
"You took tips from Travis?"
I grinned. "You forget, this isn't my first rodeo."
Her smile dropped. "I did forget. I'm sorry, Wyatt."
I hugged Erica close, and her arms wrapped around my neck as I gave her a kiss. "Nothing to be sorry about. It was a long time ago, and it doesn't hurt much anymore."
"She's healed your heart?"
"Mostly. There are times, though..." I sighed. She hugged me tightly as I rested my head on her shoulder.
"If you make him cry, Erica, I'm going to be annoyed!" Lacey called from the living room.
"So, I guess she's not asleep then?" Erica's look was amused.
"Guess not."
"There are a couple of grocery bags in my car. Will you help me bring them in?" Erica asked.
"Sure."
When we went out to get them, it looked like she had brought food. "Supper for us?"
"Yes. If you'll cook, we'll clean up." She answered.
I took the small suitcase that was beside the brown bags and handed it to her. I looked into the bags. "Are Travis and the kids joining us before supper?"
She shook her head. "He's taken them to his parents' house for the weekend. The kids are excited about grandpa's new boat."
"Ah. Well, I guess we can try to entertain you while they're gone." I grinned.
"Oh, I hope so." She gave me a mysterious smile as we reached the door.
Once inside, we walked into the living room. I stopped as she walked toward Lacey. My breath nearly stopped every time I looked at Lacey, every time I took her in. She had a rounded tummy now, six months pregnant, and Lacey really did have that glow they talk about. I continued into the kitchen and set the bags on the counter.
I walked around the wall to look towards the couch, watching as Erica sat next to Lacey, Erica's arm wrapped around her shoulder. They started talking so softly that I couldn't hear either of them. I shrugged, walked back into the kitchen and went through the groceries, putting the steaks into the fridge.
"Erica, do you want something to drink?"
"I think we both would like some lemonade," Lacey called out.
"Alrighty!" Both of them laughed, and I couldn't help but smile, too. I was glad I had made a new pitcher earlier that afternoon -- Lacey had been drinking a lot of it lately. With two full glasses of lemonade in hand, I made my way back into the living room. Whatever conversation was going on stopped, so I looked at her.
"Should I leave?"
"Oh, no, cowboy. Come sit between us two pregnant women." Erica slid away from Lacey as she patted the space between the two of them. I sat down, and both my knees chose that moment to crackle and pop. My face was towards Lacey, and I grimaced.
Erica leaned past me to look at her. "Does he do that a lot?"
Lacey smiled softly and started to rub my right knee. "Sometimes."
"Wyatt, does it hurt?"
"It hurts a lot more than it sounds, Erica. Most days, that is."
"Can't they do anything about it?"
I held my hand out, palm down, and rocked it side-to-side. "Usually, it's far more annoying that crippling."
Lacey snuggled under my right arm and continued to rub my knee. Her hands felt wonderful on my knee, and I leaned my head back while closing my eyes.
"You've done a wonderful job of making me feel good, Wyatt. It's my turn to help you feel better." Lacey's voice was soft against my chest, and I dropped my hand to caress her side.
Suddenly, my left arm was picked up and Erica snuggled against me, too. I started to jerk upright until both of them pushed me back. I felt the hassock bump into my feet, and I just let the both of them lift my legs. Lacey gently settled them on the hassock, and now each of them were caressing a knee.
I felt myself start to relax again, and I couldn't help but sigh. It felt good, and it really helped. Lacey had done this before, and it had always made me feel good.
"I'm sorry I dredged up bad memories, Wyatt."
"It's okay, Erica, really. I have Lacey, and now that she's pregnant, I couldn't be happier."
Lacey and Erica giggled again.
"Just what is going on with you two?" My voice was low.
"Nothing, nothing." I tilted my head and looked down at Lacey's head. There was something going on, but she was being mysterious again, so I just let it go. Each of them grabbed my hand on their side and placed it on their pregnant bellies. I'm not stupid, so I started to caress them both.
I was rewarded with almost matching sighs, so both of them were enjoying this. We spent some time just like that -- they were rubbing my knees and I rubbing their bellies. The soft music we had been playing just added to the coziness of the afternoon.