Packages 1

This story is a continuation of "From Face to Waist". It contains colorful language. All characters are fictional.

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Two months later, Hannah returned home from work to find a pickup notice for a package on her door. She knew that she didn't order anything. Usually, she is the one to send packages to her son, Ian, who was away at college. She wondered if the latest one she sent him was returned.

The package was waiting for her downstairs. When the manager passed it to her, she quickly noticed that it was a medium sized box without a return address. After carrying it to her apartment, she grabbed her scissors from the kitchen and cut the tape. She opened it carefully to find massage oils, creams, a fluffy robe, slippers and lingerie for pregnant women.

The majority of the lingerie was floral. Some of it was moo-moo-ish with room for a large belly. Some of the pieces were low cut in the boob area. Some of them buttoned up to the top with long sleeves and lace necklines. Aside from the robe and the slippers, there was no way she would ever buy the items for herself. Better yet, she had not mentioned her situation to anyone.

She continued to look through the items until she found a card at the bottom of the box under the tissue paper. Her curiosity got the best of her and she carefully opened it. It was handwritten. The card read:

You should have run from me the first time you saw me. I can't wait for you to have our baby so that I can put another one inside you. We have to make up for lost time. I want to give you as many babies as I can. I promise to take care of ALL of you. Take this check for 50,000. Find a house and start on the nursery.

Hannah threw the card into the box, hurriedly returned the items to it and folded the box back up.

A few weeks, after giving it some thought, she began her house search. She decided to send Shane a text when she knew that he would be in his office within his time zone. As she sat at her desk holding her cell phone, she pondered the words to say to him. She started to type:

Did you send a package?

She erased it and decided to put:

Thank you for the package. --Hannah

Shane received the text while in a traffic jam. He smirked. Her choice of words told him all he needed to know.

Now that he knew she was pregnant, he realized that there was no way that she would get involved with anyone else. Not that he would go for that shit anyway. He pined for her in a way that he never could for Channing. He needed Hannah. He did not want to lose her. He wanted to marry her ass. To give his baby their last name. He decided that they would elope, and soon.

When he got home from the office, he searched ring websites in order to get ideas. He also began to think of locations for quick ceremonies. He decided that San Francisco would be nice. Yes, the city hall would be perfect. They could do a quick destination wedding. No one would know the wiser.

He picked the date and made all the reservations. It would take place around Easter. He even picked out a simple dress and shoes for Hannah. He texted her and asked her for her shoe size. She thought it was odd, but she told him.

On September 28

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Iyannah Shanel Davidson was born. She weighed 8 pounds and 4 ounces. She looked like her father with blonde hair and greenish blue eyes. She was beautiful. Shane was touched by the entire delivery because Iyannah was his first child. Hannah was afraid that something would be wrong because of their ages. Iyannah was perfect. Shane took a 2 week vacation to help with Iyannah. He held nothing back when taking care of Hannah either. He had to help her to get back in shape so that they could experience it all over again.

On Iyannah's 6 week birthday, Shane and Hannah celebrated with a candlelight dinner. Iyannah was fussy throughout the entire dinner, but it was still a success. During their dinner, Shane expressed again to Hannah that he wanted to start to work on another baby. Hannah was hesitant because she had her hands full with Iyannah. Plus, she really wanted to get back to work.

He told her to carry Iyannah upstairs, rock her to sleep and then lay her in their bed. Hannah knew she was surely off the hook when he demanded that she do so. When Hannah carried the baby upstairs, Shane went into the garage to retrieve a bassinet that he bought which was designed to attach to their bed.

He went to the bar to fix him a black Russian to drink. Then he walked upstairs and quickly attached the bassinet. He walked over to Hannah and forcefully removed the moo-moo gown that she was wearing. He wanted to nibble on the tits that would keep all of his babies fed. He could not wait to fill her hips with a son.

He told her to bend over the bench at the foot of their bed just to let her know that Iyannah would be no excuse against his wishes: to make her pregnant again. In order to fill her newly healed snatch, he lined his dick up with her pussy and rammed it into her. She knew not to make a sound as she would wake the baby. He caressed her nipples and kneaded her pregnant looking bottom. He loved how her body looked in this state.

Iyannah started to stir so Shane told Hannah to get into bed so that she could feed his daughter. He placed Iyannah on her side so that she could suckle her mother's breast. When Shane saw this, he almost lost control. He told Hannah not to move as he enjoyed the view. While sipping his drink, he decided that he would penetrate Hannah from the side so that he could penetrate her deeply. With his built up cum, he would surely give Iyannah a little brother.

Hannah finished nursing Iyannah which put her to sleep. Then she reluctantly placed her in her new bassinet.

After kissing and fondling her, Shane completely dominated Hannah. She laid completely still until he gave her permission to move. With the baby so close by, she knew not to make a sound. She took it like the woman that she was. With the way that he fucked her, there was no question that his desire was to pump her back up. In his mind, it would be as if she had always been pregnant.

When he finished using her body for his pleasure, he asked her if she had that "feeling" again. She looked down at her feet and told him "yes". He rubbed his dick and told her to come and gently suck him. She crawled over to the chair in which he was sitting and owned his dick with her mouth. As she did, cum ran down her thighs and milk dripped from her breast which made Shane feel powerful. He wanted to do whatever it took to make sure that she would never consider leaving him again. She was his secret pleasure.

He would not dare wear a wedding band. That kind of shit was for Hannah and the men that were or would become attracted to her. His friends and family back at home believed him to be single. No one knew that he had a secret hide-away, a wife, a beautiful daughter, a new house and at least one more baby on the way. No one had a clue about him and Hannah, which somehow made her more desirable to him.

Hannah did not care about his choices and she did not ask questions. She took his dick whenever he wanted to put it in her as a loving wife should. As a matter of fact, she was glad that he was not around all the time. They were the only ones that needed to know the truth. Their arrangement allowed them to be transparent with each other. It also acted as an escape for the both of them. They needed each other.