The Yeah, Baby Series (9 page)

“No more arguing,” Wyatt promised, squeezing my hand.

“Or stress of any kind,” my brother added.

“If you figure out how to manage that, let me know,” the doctor laughed, getting back to her feet. “A nurse will be in soon to go over your discharge paperwork and then you can head home.”

“I’ll go give Dad and Sharon the good news.” Jack dropped a kiss on my forehead before following her out the door.

“Love you, Bailey,” Wyatt murmured.

“Love you, too.”

His free hand moved to rest on my belly. “You and my baby boy.”

“Baby girl,” I corrected lightly, relieved to know he or she was safe and sound and we could get back to teasing each other about the pregnancy.

As promised, the nurse came in to discharge me—and walked in on us sharing a passionate kiss. A few minutes later, I was being rolled out to the waiting room in a wheelchair by Wyatt, who’d refused to let anyone else push me.

“Are you two knuckleheads done being stupid?” my dad asked, he and Sharon both jumping to their feet as soon as they saw us. The power of his glare was lessened by the sight of him holding a giant stuffed teddy bear, though.

“Yeah, we’re done,” Wyatt confirmed.

Jack nodded in agreement. “It’s a good thing, too, because I think Wyatt’s going to need all the help he can get keeping my sister in line.”

“Oh, crap,” I groaned at the thought of the two of them ganging up on me for the rest of my pregnancy.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle her,” Wyatt chuckled.

The shiver that went down my spine at the sound of his laughter confirmed he could handle me. He’d been able to since the moment we met, after all. I didn’t expect it to change anytime soon, if ever.

“L
et’s see here.” Dr. Harris moved the ultrasound wand around, clicking here and there with the mouse. I waited impatiently, my weight shifting from foot to foot until Bailey let go of my hand to run a soothing palm down my arm before lacing our fingers together again.

“Relax, Wyatt,” she said, clearly suppressing a laugh.

I tore my eyes from the black and white screen and drank in the sight of my beautiful wife. She was glowing with excitement, as anxious as I was, but not nearly as nervous. I bent down and kissed her softly, resting my forehead on hers for a moment before we both turned our attention back to the monitor.

Listening to the rhythmic thumping of two heart beats, I still couldn’t believe we were having twins. After the scare early in her pregnancy, she was checked a little more often. At about ten weeks, the doctor informed us that the ultrasound revealed two babies. Bailey was over the moon, and don’t get me wrong, I was ecstatic. I swelled with pride that my boys managed to knock up my woman with two babies in one shot. But, I was also terrified. What if we had two girls? How would I protect them both from boys at the same time? I started researching all girl schools and making a list: pepper spray—no, a Taser, there had to be some kind of modern day chastity belt I could get, karate lessons—

“You definitely want to know the sex of the babies, Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid?” The doctor’s question interrupted my thoughts.

Bailey squeezed my hand and nodded, but still answered out loud, “Absolutely.”

“Congratulations, it looks life two girls.” Dr. Harris smiled and faced the monitor again.

“Shit,” I whispered, “I am so totally fucked.”

Bailey smacked my arm, she’d been after me to start watching my language.

I couldn’t imagine how shell shocked I must’ve looked as I stood there muttering, “Shotgun, I need a fucking shotgun. And a Taser gun—

Once again my thoughts were interrupted, this time by Bailey’s giggling. Dr. Harris threw me an amused glance and Bailey’s hands were clamped over her mouth, but she couldn’t contain her laughter. I glared at her, “Baby, there is nothing funny about this”—my eyes narrowed—“and don’t be thinking I’ve forgotten about that spanking,” I growled.

Her eyes heated, obviously not opposed to the idea and I had to adjust myself in hopes of hiding my growing erection.

“Oh, wait,” the doctor said. Our heads whipped in her direction simultaneously. Was something wrong with my baby girls?

She must have noticed the lack of color in our faces because she quickly reassured us that they were healthy and everything was normal.

“Baby number two was hiding his little penis.”

I perked up immediately, “His? His penis?” I clarified.

“Yes,” she confirmed, pointing to the little thing between my baby’s legs.

I sighed, utterly relieved, “She’ll have a brother to help me protect her.”

***

Seven Years Later

“M
ommy!” Julia yelled, her voice indignant. “Peter tried to share his snack with me on the playground and Jack chased him away!”

I smiled as my sweet girl stomped into the kitchen, her cute little face screwed up in anger. “Hey, Marshmallow,” I greeted, scooping her up and nuzzling her nose with mine, then I kissed the tip. She giggled, “I’m Snickers today, daddy.” I laughed as I put her back down, we playfully argued over which “sweet” she was every day. 

Back on her feet, Julia’s petite fists went to her hips and she glared at Jack as he entered the room. “Now he won’t want to be my boyfriend,” she snapped. Jack’s little chest puffed up with pride and I held out my fist. He bumped it with a wide smile. “That’s my boy.”

“Wyatt!” Bailey scolded in warning as she walked into the room. I shrugged, not a bit sorry that I’d taught my son how to be a big brother. She rolled her eyes and corralled both kids towards the bathroom to help them wash up for dinner. She was talking to Jack about leaving Julia’s friends alone when he glanced back at me and I winked. He smiled broadly but quickly dropped it when Bailey glared at both of us.

I finished setting the table and went to check on my other precious baby girl. Four-year-old Hayley was coloring in her room and gave me a big grin when I stepped inside.

“Want to cowor wif me, Daddy?”

Any time either of my girls called me daddy, my chest warmed all over and I would give them just about anything they wanted. They had me wrapped around their little fingers.

“After dinner, Hayley bug.” I lifted her into my arms and she slipped her small arms around my neck and squeezed me tight. I melted a little and thought, damn, I had a great life.

***

“T
hat’s it, baby, take me deep,” I growled as I pushed into my wife’s pussy from behind. I was getting even harder watching my dick disappear under her perfectly round ass. I gripped her generous hips, fuck, I loved those hips, and pulled her back to meet each thrust.

“Wyatt!” she cried out and I grunted with satisfaction at hearing her loud and lusty voice. The kids were with my parents and we had the house to ourselves for a night. I intended to take advantage and have her screaming all night long.

“Let me hear you, baby. Fuck, I miss hearing how loud you are when I fuck you.”

Bailey moaned and shifted for a better angle, careful of her large stomach. I slowed my thrusts to a maddeningly lazy speed, smiling at her growl of frustration. My hands glided around to hold her swollen belly. Leaning over her, I whispered, “You know you’re in trouble, right baby?” I asked, my voice husky and thick with desire.

“Yes,” she groaned. We’d been to the doctor that day and found out we were having another beautiful little girl. Jack and I would be outnumbered and I was very clear when she got pregnant again that it had better be a boy. My girls were too gorgeous and needed extra protection.

I lifted one hand and the next time I pushed inside, I brought it down, leaving a pink handprint on her creamy white skin, jiggling from the spanking. She shuddered and shoved back against me, trying to entice me to speed up.

I wanted to tease and torment her, but I didn’t have enough control. I picked up speed again, returning to her hips and gripping so tight, she’d probably have bruises in the morning. I spanked her again and she screamed in pleasure as her body started to shake, her orgasm approaching.

“Hold on, baby,” I commanded. “Not yet. I want to feel your pussy sucking me in a little longer.”

She clenched her walls and I shouted,” Fuck!”

I slapped her ass again. The little minx was trying to make me lose control. But, all that did was build my own frenzy and I pummeled into her, heat shooting straight to my balls. “Oh fuck, baby,” I hissed when she clenched again. “That feels so damn good. I’ll never stop craving your sexy body. I’m addicted to fucking you.”

“Wyatt,” she moaned, “I need you too.”

“In fact,” her voice became a little irritated, “I need you right now!” she demanded.

I laughed at my greedy girl and gave her what she wanted, not having the ability to keep from giving her anything she asked for.

My fingers found her clit and I pinched it hard. Her screams set me off and I exploded inside her.

Our breathing had only just evened out when we went for another round, this time unhurried. We enjoyed our rare moments when we didn’t have to rush in case the kids woke up. I explored and worshiped every inch of her incredible body, making love to her, and when I came, I gave my heart over to her. Like I did every time I was inside her, every time she smiled, every time I looked at her and remembered she was mine.

I gathered her up, spooning her, my hand gently rubbing circles over the life we’d created. Fuck, this woman was so perfect and she belonged to me. I adored her and our babies, loved them with all of my being. And, I was probably handing over my man card for saying this, but every day, I was grateful for the shitty manufacturing of a condom.

“D
ad! Can you stop making out with Mom in public? It’s gross!” Julia’s face was screwed up in disgust, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Julia, you’re twelve years old. You should be used to it by now,” I quipped with a wink.

She made another face and spun on her heel, stomping off. Jack followed after her, but not before throwing us his own look of irritation.

“Not too far, you two!” Bailey yelled.

She sat down on a bench and started what looked like a very intense (what could be so intense about a twelve-year-old’s life, I have no clue) conversation and ignoring us. After a few minutes of pouting, she was giggling, her twin making her smile, the incident clearly forgotten. Laughing, I wrapped my arms around my wife and we watched our other girls on the merry-go-round, waving to them each time it made a complete rotation.

We’d decided to take our kids to Disney World for their spring break. When we surprised them with the trip, Jack and Julia had informed us that they were too old for amusement parks. Bailey and I had rolled our eyes and told them we’d be taking them to Universal. Suddenly, they were all smiles and eager to go. It had been my wife’s idea because the twins were obsessed with the movies, and she turned to me with a smug smile, “Know your audience, Wyatt.”

I tilted my head down and brushed my lips over the sensitive skin behind Bailey’s ear, enjoying the shiver that raced down her spine. It was a good thing she was standing in front of me, because those little shivers never failed to turn me on. Fourteen years together, and my wife was still as gorgeous as the day I met her.

“Baby, you better have scheduled some sexy time in our itinerary,” I whispered sternly. “Or you’re going to find yourself in the nearest dark corner with a red ass once the kids are asleep.” We’d been in Florida for five days, and I was like a man in the desert with no water. I loved my little cock blockers more than life, but fuck, I was desperate to be buried deep inside my wife’s pussy.

Bailey shifted and I swear she rubbed up against my cock on purpose, the tease. “Patience is a virtue,” she tisked. I growled and opened my mouth to retort when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning, I saw Milo and Sharon standing there with snide smiles on their faces.

The ride came to a halt and happy shrieks of “Grandma! Grandpa!” sounded as two pairs of little feet came running over to them, their parents all but forgotten.

Perfect timing. “Hey. Give your mom and me some sugar. You’re going to hang with Grandma and Grandpa for—” I broke off and looked to Bailey.

“Three days.” Halle-fucking-lujah, my wife was amazing. We hadn’t had some time away, just the two of us, in years. We hugged our little ones, then I grabbed Bailey’s hand and dragged her over to Julia and Jack. I pulled them up from their seat, one at a time, and gave them a hug, not letting go of Bailey’s hand while she did the same. “See you in a few days, Cotton Candy,” I said to Julia as I kissed her forehead.

“Where are you guys going?” she called out as I began to drag Bailey away.

“To make out in private!” I yelled back, then bent and grabbed my wife around the waist and threw her over my shoulder, fireman style. I stalked to the park entrance in record time with Bailey half-heartedly protesting through her laughter.

Baby Steps

Yeah, Baby 2

Fiona Davenport

Guy Rule #2: No sleeping with your step-sister

L
ucas St. James is accustomed to women wanting something from him. They tend to see his good looks and fat bank account but never the man underneath. After a passionate weekend with Jade Jones, he assumes she’s no different and cuts her loose. But he’s in for the shock of his life when he sees her again at his dad’s lawyer’s office.

Jade swore she’d never follow her mom’s advice about it being as easy to love a rich man as a poor one. Although she has the blonde bombshell looks to attract a sugar daddy, she’s not the gold digger Lucas accused her of being. Her mom might have lured his dad into marriage before their untimely death, but Jade is focused on making it on her own.

Now they’re permanently connected by their parent’s marriage, the terms of his dad’s will—and the fact that Jade is carrying her step-brother's baby.

Warning: This novella contains a sexy alpha, insta-love, and an "oops" baby! It's quick, hot, and dirty.

**This is the second novella in the Yeah, Baby series, but each story can be read as a standalone and features a different couple.