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Chapter 41- Why can you read me like no one else?

~Patrick~
Natasha and I left kinda early that morning. We didn't want to bring Pete along, especially since he hasn't been able to go out shopping in awhile.

As she was checking out the racks, I carried a magazine in my hand. I figured it'd be awhile.

After following her for a couple of minutes, I found a chair to sit in and sat down, opening up my Rolling Stone magazine.

Thirty minutes later, Natasha appeared in front of me with a huge load of clothes in her arms.

“Okay, let's go.” She said, dumping half of the clothes on my lap.

I sat there, astonished. “You're done? Already? You tried on all of those clothes in thirty minutes?”

“Yep, yep, and yep. I don't like to waste time,” She said. “So, let's go check out.”

I shrugged. “Okay.” Then I carried most of her clothes to the check out line.

We walked out of the store, each of us carrying two bags full of clothes.

She got inside of the car, struggling a little.

She sighed. “Ugh, why am I so fat.”

I got in on the drivers side and turned to her. “You aren't fat, you're just pregnant.”

I started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

“I know, but I feel that way.” She struggled to put her seatbelt on. “Plus, I feel bad that you had to buy me all of those new clothes just because of me getting bigger.”

I took her hand in mine. “Don't worry about it. I was glad to do it. After all, it's the least I could do since, you know.” I said, nodding towards her stomach.

“But I feel like it's not fair to you.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I said, “Look, it's my fault that you're this way, so buying you some clothes is definitely not gonna kill me. I'm not exactly on the streets begging for money.”

She shrugged. “True, but if I had just took you to the house we never would've- ow!” She held her stomach, a shocked look on her face.

“What's wrong?” I said, frantically.

Her face softened, rubbing her stomach. “I felt something and I just realized it was the baby kicking.”

Cautiously, I asked her, “Could I, uh, feel it?”

She smiled at my nervousness. “Of course.”

I decided to pull over to the Best Buy parking lot, wanting to cherish every moment of this.

I turned to face her, then I lightly put my hand on her stomach. She then took it and put it under her shirt to touch the bare skin of it. She kept her hand on top of mine, her hand almost guiding mine to the right spot.

At first, I didn't feel anything. I almost got discouraged and pulled away, but I thought of something I could do.

I leaned down to her stomach, lifting up her shirt to reveal our two hands. I thought of the first song that came to my mind and started to sing to it softly.

Why can you read me like no one else?
I hide behind these words but I'm coming out
I wish I kept them behind my tongue
I hide behind these words but I'm coming out

I looked up to see Natasha's eyes shining, but I kept singing.

Put your head between an aching head and an aching world
We'll make them so jealous, we'll make them hate us
An aching head and an aching world
We'll make them so jealous, we'll make them so jealous

I kept singing until I finished the whole song. I got what I hoped for, though. Throughout the whole song, the baby was kicking, almost like it was keeping to the beat.

Leaning down, I kissed her stomach lightly. I pulled her shirt down, pulling my hand from her.

She took my face and kissed my lips. Without thinking, I kissed back, tangling my fingers in her hair. Her tongue entered my mouth and I gratefully accepted it.

I felt her hand creep up my shirt, but that's when I stopped her.

“Natasha, you know I can't do this. I mean, you're beautiful, but I love Pete.”

She groaned. “Oh my God, you have no idea how horny I am now and you're just gonna stop the whole thing?”

“I'm sorry.” I said, trying to sound apologetic.

“Whatever.” She straightened up and faced forward.

I sighed and put the car into drive.

We sat in silence for a little bit, but then I thought about something.

“Natasha, do you know what the sex of the baby is?”

She shook her head. “No, I wanted to know, but I chickened out at the last second. I kinda want it to be a surprise.”

“Do you know what the name will be?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I picked out a boy and a girl name.”

“Can you tell me them?” I asked curiously.

“No, I want those to be a surprise too. There is another surprise that I have, but you're gonna have to find out in the delivery room.”

I groaned. “Man, now I'll drive myself nuts trying to figure out what it could possibly be.”

She laughed. “Don't even bother. Just be patient; You only have three months to go.”

Sighing, I said, “Fine, but you have no idea how much this is killing me.”

“I know.” Then she turned up the volume on the radio that just so happened to be playing a Fall Out Boy song.

We pulled up to the drive way and I opened up her door for her. I guided her up the stairs, making sure she didn't fall. I didn't know why I suddenly felt protective over her.

“Patrick, I'm fine, you don't have to help me up the stairs. I can handle it.”

Ignoring her request, I said, “I just want you to be safe. I don't want anything to happen to you. Trust me, I've had enough with people getting hurt in my life.”

“I'm sure you are, but I could get up these stairs much faster if you'd let go of my arm.”

I helped her up the last step and before I opened the door, she said, “Look, this can't happen everyday. I want to have freedom and I don't want you to do what you did to Pete.”

“What did I do to Pete?”

She sighed and pushed the door open.

Pete was sitting on the couch with Madison on her lap. They were watching Dora The Explorer on TV and both of them seemed entranced.

“Hey baby.” I said, kissing him on the lips.

When I got no response, I waved my hand in front of his face.

“Hello? Anybody home?” I asked, startling him.

“Woah! When did you get home?”

I laughed. “Just a minute ago. I came over and kissed you.”

He blinked, trying to remember. “Ummm.... nope, sorry, I don't remember.” He rubbed his eyes. “That damn Dora had me in a trance for about an hour.”

I turned my attention towards Madison. “Hey Maddie, how's my baby girl?”

Ignoring me, she continued watching Dora.

“What's up with her?” I asked, looking at Pete.

He shrugged. “She was a little tired when I woke her up. But she told me she wanted to watch Dora, so we came down here and watched it.”

“Well, Pete, did you think about putting her back to bed? She'll be cranky all day if you don't.”

“Well, I suppose I could do that.”

He got up, lifting Madison up with him. “Come on, you're gonna take a nap, Miss. Grumpy Pants.”

I expected her to argue, but surprisingly, she just nodded and layed her head on his shoulder.
Pete came back down shortly afterwards.

“She fell asleep right when her head hit the pillow. She must've been tired.”

“Well, you shouldn't have let her stay up so late last night.”

He shrugged. “We were watching a movie and she really wanted to see all of it.”

We sat down on the couch together, holding hands. “Yeah, I guess it'll be alright. Let her take a two hour nap or so and she'll be good to go.”

Natasha returned from the kitchen with drinks for us and herself. Plopping down on the love seat, she stretched.

“Ugh, I just want to sit and relax for awhile. No interruptions, no nothing.”

Then her phone ran, making her groan. “God, who could it be this time?”

She answered the phone.

“Uh huh.”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God, no way!” She squealed.

“I will be right over there.” She shut her phone, rushing towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Pete asked, catching her arm.

“My friend just got a new car and she has a new boyfriend. We're gonna hang out for a while, but I'll try to be home around three.”

Then she rushed out the door, grabbing the keys off the hook.

“Uh, Patrick?”

“Yeah?”

He raised his eyebrow. “Isn't she only allowed to drive to school and work by herself?”

“I honestly don't care. I doubt she'll get pulled over. She's a good driver.”

He nodded. “True.” He rested his hand on my thigh, and I felt it slowly slide upward.

“Pete, no.”

He groaned, rubbing his temples. “I haven't had sex in months because of this whole getting shot thing and I'm absolutely sick of it. We're gonna have sex even if I have to rape you!” He said, suddenly angry.

“Babe, I just don't want you to hurt something.” I said, a little frightened by his anger.

“Look, it's been months since the incident, so I think I'll be fine.”

“I don't know....”

Then he switched from an angry face to a puppy dog face. He knew that that was his secret weapon, and it was working on me.

I took his hand. “Okay, we can do this, but we need to be careful. We can't be as rough as we normally are.”

He snorted. “I'll be as rough as I want to be.”

He tugged on my hand and when I wouldn't budge, he just picked me up, carrying me up the stairs.

“Pete, put me down, I know I'm heavy.”

He laughed. “Patrick, you keep saying you're heavy like you're fat, but you're not.”

That was when I had my turn to laugh. “Please, don't lie to me. I know I'm fat, especially compared to you. You're a stick.”

“Baby,” He said, putting me down gently on the bed. “I want you to know this. You are NOT fat. Some may say that you are, but I wouldn't like you any other way. If you were as skinny as me, you'd lose some of your cuddliness and your sexiness.”

He paused for a second to sit down next to me. “That's why everyone loves you. You just have this teddy bear feel that everyone just loves. I'm sure Natasha would agree with me.”

“Which one?”

“Well, I was thinking about Natasha who lives here, but the other one would probably agree as well.”

I took off my cap to run my fingers through my hair, then slipped it back on.

“I don't know Pete, I feel like I should lose some weight or something because-”

“Dude, just shut up. You are fine the way you are and after all this, I'm gonna bake you some pumpkin squares. Or at least attempt to.”

Then his lips crushed against mine, with urgency that I've never experienced from him.

Normally we did a quite bit of foreplay, but this time, he eagerly stripped me of my shirt and jeans, not even stopping to kiss my bare skin.

His hands went in my boxers, seizing what he was looking for. I got a glimpse of his eyes and I saw a strong hunger in them, like he want to eat every bit of me.

He quickly removed the boxers, throwing them on the floor. Then he immediately swallowed my dick, taking in as much length as he could. The rest was being jerked by his hand at the base. He started bobbing his head, making his mouth and hand meet together at the middle.

He already had his shirt off, so I could see his arms and chest glisten with sweat. I saw him reach for his pants with his other hand, taking them off and pushing them aside. He took his mouth off of me and reached his hand in his boxers and pulled out his hard dick. I watched as he jerked himself slowly, making me want more.

I whimpered when he started to make small noises of satisfaction. I wished he'd stop messing around because all I wanted was for him to be inside me. He laughed when I whimpered a second time.

“Look who's desperate now.” He said, smirking.

I shot him a dirty look and then got on my hands and knees in hopes of speeding things up. Pete came behind me and tapped me on my shoulder.

I turned around, not sure what he wanted. “Yeah?”

“Get on your back.”

Confused, I said, “How are we gonna do this on my back?”

He laughed. “Patrick, trust me, it's possible. And besides, I want to see your facial expressions when I fuck you hard.”

Liking where this was going, I got on my back as he asked.

“Now, I want you to spread your legs real wide for me.”

I spread them out. “Is that good?”

He smiled. “Perfect. Now, I want you raise your hips off of the bed for a little bit so I can enter you.”

I raised my hips off the bed, then I felt him enter me slowly, as if he was doing it for the first time.

“Wow, you're tighter than I remembered. I guess it hasn't been stretched out in a while.”

He pushed further into me, getting his whole length in. I took in a breath sharply as he began to pull in and out. The pace was slow at first, but became more quick and urgent.

I raised my hips off of the bed, trying to get him deeper inside me. His speed quickened, going faster than he's ever done. I moaned, louder than I intended.

He took my dick and jerked it in time with his thrusts. He twisted it, making me squirm and grip the sheets.

Then he took a hold of my hips, banging into me with all his strength. I could see that he was getting tired, but he kept going.

“Pete, oh fuck, yes, right there.” I yelled out, feeling him hit my prostate.

He closed his eyes, his whimpering turning into moans.

“Fuck, Patrick, baby, I love you.” He said, his voice strained.

He leaned over to kiss me, his tongue darting into my mouth. He sat straight again, focusing on hitting me in my spot every time. He succeeded.

I gripped the bed, knuckles white, as I cried out his name. My cum exploded all over his stomach and mine. Pete grabbed my dick, milking the rest of it out onto my stomach.

Pete's throaty groan surprised me as he shot his load of cum into me. Making sure he got all of it out, he pulled out of me and stretched out beside me.

My chest heaved up and down, my heart pounding repeatedly.

“I never want to go without having sex ever again, okay?” I said, not believing that I waited this long.

He laughed. “Fine with me. We can do it every night if you want to.”

“Well, that's a possibility.”

I glanced at the clock. “It's been a couple of hours, so maybe we should go wake up Madison.”

Pete smiled. “Good idea.”

We got dressed and sat down in front of the TV where Dora was still playing.
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Well, this chapter is the longest one I've written so far, that's for sure! I hope you enjoyed it. Hmmmm... I wonder what the baby's gonna be? I wonder what her secret is? Well, I know, but I guess you'll have to keep reading to find out. :)

alex -nods-:If you've sent an email, I'm sorry if I haven't responded. I haven't checked my inbox yet, but I will tomorrow.

burndownthedisco: I'm glad you're enjoying it. I was hoping that someone liked the story. I know what it's like to be glued to a book or a story, so I'm really happy that my story is like that for you. Keep reading and keep commenting. It boosts my ego. :)