Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 9

Erotic stories: Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 9

Author: senorlongo

Had I known how much sympathy a pregnant attorney could get I would be pregnant all the time. My first clue came when I was late to court. “You’re late, Ms. Rizzo. I am not pleased—not at all.”

“Sorry, Your Honor…morning sickness.”

“Oh…okay; don’t sweat it. Let me know if you need a little break during the day.”

“Yes, Your Honor…thank you.” Then I went out and kicked ass. I thought we had a good case, but not as good as it was that day. I could do no wrong, winning a suit for 2.5 million dollars for my client. The firm would receive thirty-five percent, or $875,000 plus expenses—about a thousand dollars. Things only got better as I began to show and had to buy business suits for pregnant women. By then almost everyone in the courthouse knew I was expecting. I had an amazing stretch during those seven months, winning twenty-one straight suits and bringing in millions in fees.

I was religious with my diet and exercise regimen, keeping my weight under control even as my breasts grew from C’s all the way to DD’s. Henry never failed to tell me how much he loved them, but Henry would say the same thing if they shrunk to A’s. He was more attentive than ever, even volunteering to take my urine several times when I had trouble moving to the toilet.

Henry accompanied me to every OB/GYN appointment and I knew he was looking forward to the sonogram. He was eager to buy furniture for the baby’s room and he had learned to hang wallpaper online so he was desperate to learn the baby’s sex. We spent more than an hour in the waiting room that Wednesday morning. Henry had taken a personal day. As a partner I just took the day off. I was relieved when Dr. Groenke finally walked in. She spread the gel on my abdomen and ran the sensor over my swollen tummy. “Do you want to know the sex?”

I could see Henry chomping at the bit even though I knew he would remain silent. “Yes,” I stated much to his relief.

“It’s a…girl. Sorry about that, but I can’t resist a pregnant pause.” Neither Henry nor I laughed. It was a really lame joke. All the same we were relieved. Henry would never say a word, but I knew he was praying for a baby girl—a mini-me to hold and love and teach. I could already see him teaching her the alphabet and her numbers and reading her to sleep every afternoon and every night. Henry was 176 pounds of love.

That’s basically all I heard at his school’s Christmas party. Virtually every teacher and administrator told me over and over how much they loved working with Henry. “He’s the only person I’ve ever met who never gets angry,” one of the teachers told me. “He’s so cooperative,” were another’s words. “He’s always the first to volunteer,” his principal mentioned in addition to numerous other laudatory remarks. I had a feeling that Henry would be sorely missed.

Later in December we attended my firm’s party. It was much more lavish—the ballroom at the Waldorf Astoria—but I’d had a better time at Henry’s. There was no hiding in anonymity this time around. I was a partner and very well known. I even had a nickname—the “tiger shark.” I thought it was apt. We sat with my parents and grandparents. Henry and I danced several times, but only to slow tunes.

In a rare act of defiance Henry had refused the fast ones. Even my threats of a paddling didn’t deter him. “I don’t want to take a chance on you falling. You could get hurt and the baby….” I was just about to scold him when one of the young secretaries did fall. Henry could tell from my facial expression that I was repentant.

“I should know better by now, Henry. All you’re concerned with is taking care of me. Come here and kiss me.” He did, but it was too quick for my tastes. I gave him a look he knew too well as I gripped his head and pulled his lips to mine. I held the kiss for almost five minutes before hearing Grandpa, who was sitting next to me, whisper, “Get a room!”

I broke the kiss and turned to him. “We have nine, Grandpa, and we’ve done it in every single one. Thanks for mentioning it, though. I think we need another run through.” Henry’s face was strawberry red when I turned around again. “C’mon, Henry.” I led him back to the dance floor. My hands were around his neck and my face was buried into his shoulder. “How soon do you think we can get out of here? I liked your party better.”

“The food and liquor are better here, but you’re right,” Henry replied. “The people at my school are real and they’re not trying to stab each other in the back. Everybody I’ve seen here is looking for advancement and willing to do just about anything to get it. The only exceptions are you, Dad, and Grandpa. Other than the three of you I can understand why the general public has such a low opinion of lawyers.”

I pulled myself even closer to Henry as I whispered, “You’re right, unfortunately. Not everyone is a colossal jerk, but there are plenty. Have you seen Forester’s two buddies tonight?”

“I don’t think I’d even recognize them. He had the spotlight that night with his idiotic big mouth.”

“Well, you won’t see them. They were both let go.”

“During the holidays?”

“No…I think it was back in August. I didn’t mention it because I couldn’t see the point. They also got into sexual harassment. See the guy in the grey suit…the one at the table behind you?” Henry spun me around so he could see.

“Purple tie?”

“That’s the one. He’s Sam Chalmers and he’s gay. They heckled and hazed him for months. Sam got a lot of it on his digital recorder and brought it to me. I brought it to Daddy and they were history. I like Sam; he’s an excellent attorney. His sexual orientation is his business. There are lots of kinds of sexual harassment.” There was a fast tune now, but we were still dancing slowly.

I leaned back to look at Henry. “You said you wanted to dance to a fast one, didn’t you?”

“You are definitely going to get it when we get home.” He did—he got my mouth, my pussy, and my ass before we went to sleep. We woke up around ten, showered, ate a quick meal, and did it again.

Other than morning sickness my pregnancy was uneventful. The only problem that occurred wasn’t directly related. I had tried to plan my pregnancy so Henry’s school year would be over when I gave birth. Unfortunately, Lisa wanted to get married at the end of June. She also wanted Henry and me to be in the wedding party. “Sorry, Lisa, but I don’t know what shape I’ll be in. I’m due June 27th, but the doctor says it could be a week either before or after. I’m sorry. I know how important it is to you, but there’s nothing I can do about it.” I stuck my fat stomach out and everyone laughed.

“You win, Nance. Momma, can we look at the end of May? That didn’t work, but August did. Mom and Daddy booked St. Aloysius and the yacht club for the second Saturday. Henry and I did agree to be an usher and bridesmaid. Henry had a tux, something I’d made him buy a few years ago, but, of course it didn’t match what the others would wear so he rented;

I had to purchase one of those stupid matching bridesmaid dresses that I’d never be seen wearing in public if not for my sister. “Size six,” I told the saleswomen. “By then that’s what I’ll wear.” That’s what I got along with matching shoes and purse in teal. Not very practical– but we could easily afford the expense and I only had one sister.

I worked right up until my ninth month. It was hard at work because I had to turn cases I liked over to my subordinates. It wouldn’t be fair to the client for me to start the case only to step out midway. I could still advise from home by phone or via internet, if necessary. There was another reason for taking my leave then—Henry was becoming a nervous wreck. He was terrified I’d go into labor while in the city and that he wouldn’t be able to get to me in time. He actually cried when I suggested he take a helicopter from one of the local airports.

“Okay, my darling—I’ll stop May 31st so I’ll be real close to you, but you’re going to have to pay. He pulled my panties down my legs and sealed his lips to my cunt. I laughed. “No, not like that; I’m going to use the toilet, but you’re going to eat me morning, noon, and night.”

He looked up at me with those puppy-dog eyes and my heart broke just like every other time, but when he said, “How are you going to punish me,” I couldn’t hold back the laughter. All the same, it was good advice. It was Thursday, the second week in June and just before 9:00 a.m. when I felt the first contraction. It took me by surprise and since I wasn’t expecting it I paid it no attention.

However, I did when I had the next one thirty minutes later. I kept a record and two hours later I called Henry’s school. Dottie, the principal’s secretary, told me she’d get Henry as soon as she could find a sub. “I think I need to get Mrs. Fielding to drive him otherwise he’ll run the entire way. I’ll phone you back in a few minutes.” I knew Mrs. Fielding, Henry’s principal, cared for her teachers as much as Henry cared for his students.

I’d heard from Henry how the teachers hated to cover another’s class because they had to give up their preparation period, but this wasn’t high school and the kids had to be supervised at all times. Ten minutes later she called me. “I’m going up to his classroom now. Mrs. Fielding should have him there in five minutes. She just went to get her car.” I thanked her and had no sooner ended the call when I made another, this time to my doctor.

I was seated in the living room when Henry bolted through the door at 12:05. “Come here, Henry. Come here and kiss me. We have plenty of time.”

“But….”

“Come here, slave.” Henry recognized my tone of voice. I would accept nothing but strict compliance. I hadn’t used this tone since his training period. He hung his head and kneeled at my feet. He was about to kiss them when I pulled him up, meeting him halfway and getting the kiss I wanted and needed.

“We have hours, Henry. Dr. Groenke told me not to get to the hospital before two. We have plenty of time for you to get me a light lunch. Kiss me again. I’ll eat it here.” I kissed him and he literally jumped up and ran into the kitchen. Henry made me a turkey breast sandwich on rye with light mayonnaise and a sprinkling of salt and pepper. He also gave me a pickle spear and a glass of ice water.

“Water, Henry? I really don’t think that a Pepsi now would hurt me.”

“Water’s better—no caffeine and no artificial sweetener. Who knows what that stuff can do to your body?” He left and returned a few minutes later with a sandwich identical to mine and another glass of water. He sat next to me while I calmly ate my sandwich; he toyed with his. I knew it was just an act to conceal his feelings. He didn’t want me to be upset or to worry.

“I can see how nervous you are, Henry. I…uhhhhhh!”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He was back on his knees in a second, his concern etched into his face.

“I’m okay, Darling; it was just another contraction. Get used to it. I’ll have plenty before Alicia is born.”

“Alicia? That’s the name you’ve chosen?” He moved back onto the couch.

“Yes, do you like it? Alicia Marie Fuller; I think it has a nice ring to it. What do you think?”

He chuckled. “I think it’s great.”

“Feeling better yet? I know you’re nervous.”

“I’m more than nervous; I’m afraid…terrified something will happen to you.”

I moved closer to Henry and pulled his head to my breast. “I’m young and healthy, Henry, and I’ll have the best medical care available. You’ve given me the best and healthiest food and we’ve walked and biked miles almost every day. You’ve taken great care of me, and,” I had a big grin plastered across my face, “then there was the sex. How many times did you make me cum? Eight-plus months is more than 250 days so I’d guess somewhere between 800 and 1,000. I doubt you could have done better. You’ll be with me every second and I know you’ll be strong for me. I’ll need your strength to help me just as you’ve helped me every day since we met.”

“You helped me, Nancy; I didn’t help you.”

“Didn’t you? You cleaned the apartment and you clean the house now. You’ve always done the laundry, even ironing my blouses and skirts. You became the best cook I’ve ever known. You’ve cared for and loved me every day. Then there was the sex. You are the most incredible lover. I remember thinking I’d have to work on orgasm control with you, but I never did because somewhere in your submissive mind you wouldn’t let yourself cum until you knew I was completely satisfied…and I always was…and I always will be. Now, I’d appreciate if you’d take my urine then I’ll want you to clean your mouth and use the toilet. I know you’ll feel much better when I’m in the hospital, but no speeding. We still have plenty of time.”

Henry helped me into my car. We had two now even though Henry preferred to walk to school. We thought he would need one once the baby came. How would he get to the store for food or take Alicia to the doctor? He had a Toyota Camry and I had another BMW, an X5 SUV. I had a much easier time getting into the SUV which was much higher than the Camry.

My bag was placed into the back seat and Henry backed out into the street. I could see his concentration as he drove. Henry was always concerned about my safety, but never more so than today. Several drivers beeped when he was slow once the light had turned green. Nassau County drivers would never be considered patient or polite, but today Henry seemed to find the bottom of the barrel on our thirty minute drive to the hospital. He dropped me and the bag off at the entrance, making sure I was comfortable on the bench before trying to find a parking spot. It was almost twenty minutes later when he trotted around the corner, his face showing his concern and his exertion—he was sweating heavily.

He found me a wheelchair and, in a rare display of assertiveness, insisted that I be wheeled to Obstetrics. Ten minutes later I was wiggling my ass at him through one of those hideous gowns. Women are fairly adept at buttoning and tying behind our necks and backs, not that I ever tied an apron, but I needed Henry to fasten the back of this monstrosity. I wasn’t in bed more than three minutes before Henry disappeared, returning with a big cup of ice and water. He spoke quickly when he saw the expression on my face. “Remember those pre-natal classes; best thing to drink is ice water. I’ll get you a towel in a few minutes.”

I had to smile. “Henry, we’re hours away from that. Wait until the doctor comes in. She’ll tell you.” Dr. Groenke came in about ten minutes later. I told her the contractions were now about fifteen minutes apart. She checked me for dilation and told us, “Ten to twelve hours; get comfortable and relax. Henry, sit down before you have a heart attack.”

The time crawled and crawled. I even turned on the TV and was reminded immediately why Henry and I always found time to make love. We rarely watched the tube. Truthfully, most of it was tedious and I hated the so-called “reality shows.” I had trouble finding anything remotely related to “real” in any of them. The only good thing was that Henry was near me the entire time.

We held hands and kissed and we told each other how much we loved each other maybe thirty times over the next few hours. Finally, at six I told Henry to go to the cafeteria for dinner. He was reluctant to leave me so I gave him the scowl I had perfected during his training so many years ago. He knew better than to argue.

He was back twenty-five minutes later and I had to laugh again. Henry had a huge ketchup stain on his shirt. “Did you actually eat anything, Henry or did you just wipe it on your shirt?” He looked to be hurt so I asked for a kiss and when he gave it to me I wouldn’t let him go. My tongue must have explored him mouth for ten minutes, at least. I whispered, “Does that tell you how much I love you,” when I broke it.

“I’ve always known that, Nancy. I thought you were angry at me, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

“There’s no reason to be sorry, Henry. This should be one of the happiest days of our lives and it will be.” I kissed Henry again—a brief one this time because I had a really big contraction followed almost immediately by my water breaking. Henry ran out of the room to tell a nurse.

“Not to worry, dearie; this happens all the time. We’ll get the floor cleaned up and, when it is, we’ll change your bed. We have some clean mattresses in the storeroom.” My wonderful, never complaining husband held my hand the entire time. Dr. Groenke came in again to check on me and I thought Henry was relieved when she said it wouldn’t be long now.

She was right. I went into labor less than an hour later. I was thrilled when I gave birth at 12:04—mother and child doing well. My beautiful daughter was born on the same day as my loving husband. Holding our daughter was incredible, but when Henry took her I almost cried with joy. Then he gave her back to me and went out to tell my parents and Lisa. They joined us a few minutes later. Despite the hour Daddy phoned Grandpa who insisted on speaking to both Henry and me. Once we were done I insisted that Henry go home. He needed sleep and I knew that neither of us would while he was here. I was dead to the world as soon as he stepped out the door.

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