Matthew and Camille Ch. 17byinnocent_angel©
**Sorry, but it is somewhat short. Also, my apologies for the wait, I had to go back and change some things. Hope you like. Please excuse any errors.**
The months passed and soon evidence of Camille's pregnancy began to show, both physically as well as emotionally...to Matt's chagrin. Matt had practically moved Camille into his house, not against her will, but still somewhat reluctantly. When he'd stressed that he couldn't be there for her and the baby with her living across town, she'd sighed and agreed. Amy and Drew were pretty much the only permanent residents of Camille's house, which Amy loved. Camille had nearly driven her crazy with her cravings and mood swings and crazy sleep habits. The final straw had come one afternoon when Camille had come home and moped around because Matt had had to go to see some out of town client with Drew. She'd cried off and on for hours but when asked she'd claimed to be fine. As soon as Matt and Drew had gotten back, at 10PM that next night, she'd pushed Matt and Camille out the door and soundly slammed it on them, barely missing their behinds. The next day, she'd worked with Matt to convince Camille to move in with him.
Matt was dealing with an increasingly pregnant Camille as best he could. To prevent anymore episodes like the near-fainting at the beginning of her pregnancy, Matt tasked himself with ensuring that Camille ate and exercised properly. Along with that, he had to deal with mood swings, midnight food runs, heartburn, body aches, and bouts of self-doubt were all becoming commonplace with her. There were days, usually those that involved heartburn, and body aches when Camille stared daggers at Matt. He didn't take any of it to heart as he knew she didn't really want him to go play in traffic. After all, if he did that, who'd go to the store at 2AM to get her her goddamn macaroni and cheese. She'd dropped the seafood as it could pose a risk to the baby and replaced it with popsicles, potato chips, chocolate milk, and gummy bears. The only thing that helped him to maintain his sanity was being able to escape to a guys night at a bar with his group of friends which now included not only Drew and Ryan, but also Kale and, surprisingly, Arik. What were a few punches between friends? That and Camille's ever present horniness kept him from putting his head through a wall. The horniness alone made him say fuck everything else.
His daughter had abandoned him to constantly watch over Camille. When the child wasn't in school, she was with her mama Camille, ensuring that she had everything she needed and always talking to her little brother or sister. They hadn't yet decided whether or not they wanted to know the gender so they'd declined at every appointment until they made a decision.
It was a topic they discussed often but still weren't able to agree on. Matt wanted to know if he had a son and he suspected, but didn't know for sure, that Camille just said she didn't want to know to spite him.
"You have no idea how glad I am to see you bastards," Matt said as he walked up to his friends sitting at the bar.
Each man lifted a bottle in salute as Matt approached them. "How goes pregnant life?" Drew asked as Matt sat on the empty stool next to him.
Matt gave him a look before waving the bartender over. "I've just been kicked out of my own damn house by your women," he said giving them all dirty looks.
"I told you to get out before they all got there," Ryan said shaking his head. "Not our fault you didn't listen."
Matt huffed as he accepted his drink from the bartender. "My house is overrun with women and children right now. It is like a zoo. I will be very surprised if it is still standing when I get back." Since the guys began to go out to their favorite bar, all of the women had decided that they should be able to get together as well. Camille, Danielle, Mara, Amy, and Kari were now at his house doing whatever it was that women did in the company of other women, along with Ari, Mara and Ryan's brood, and Kari's son and daughter. It'd sounded like a circus when he'd closed the door and he'd damn near run to his car as soon as he'd cleared the entryway. "There are just so many of them," Matt said, shaking his head. "Why can't they do this at anyone else's place?"
Kale laughed. "Because Camille wants to be at home. And we all know that what Camille wants..."
"Camille gets," they all finished in unison.
Arik grinned as he lifted his beer to his mouth. "That woman has you well trained. And with this pregnancy...you know you'd jump into a fire pit if she asked you to."
Matt huffed again, but didn't argue. It was true, what Camille wanted, Camille got, no matter how tedious, inconvenient, time-consuming, or strenuous the task. That was the reason he was still going out in the middle of the night to get the ridiculous food she insisted on having; the reason he'd spent a month assembling furniture, painting, and decorating a room for a child whose gender he wasn't even sure of.
"I can't say I envy you those days," Ryan said smiling. "Your sister was just as bad. There were a few nights I had to sleep on the couch because my breathing wasn't to her liking."
"Yeesh," Kale said shuddering. "I hope I never have to go through any of this."
"Here, here, brother," Drew said tapping his bottle against Kale's and Arik's bottles.
Matt and Ryan looked at each other, then in unison said, "Assholes."
"Hey fellas," came a seductive voice behind them. Each man took his time in looking looking over his shoulder, disinterest rolling off of them in waves. Slowly they each twisted their upper bodies to face four very leggy, very half dressed women in varying skin tones and hair colors. "Do you guys need some company?"
Drew gave a laugh. "No sweetie, I think we're fine."
"You sure?" She asked lifting her very prominent chest a bit higher.
"Very, little girl," Ryan said holding up his hand. "Wife."
"Woman," Arik said next.
"Pregnant woman," was Matt's response.
Undeterred, the woman tried again. "Well, I don't mind if you don't. We're just looking for a bit of fun."
"We mind," the five men said together.
"You see," Kale started. "His woman is my sister," he said pointing at Drew, "and his woman is a very good friend of mine who might as well be my sister," this time he pointed at Matt.
"And he's married to my sister," Matt said indicating Ryan. "And those two are both with my woman's sisters," he said indicating Kale and Arik. "So believe us when we say, we're not interested. I'm not certain what man would be interested in women who are so willing to screw random men in a bar, of all places. Could you be any more of a cliche?. You are so desperate for attention, money, and/or dick that you would approach a group of unknown men and offer up," his disgusted gaze traveled down her body then back again, "whatever it is you're offering. It is blatantly obvious that you don't care about yourselves let alone the women you would be hurting if either one of us were stupid enough to accept your offer. You four can't be more than 21, 22 years old, you should be somewhere studying for midterms, or finals, not propositioning men in bars. You are all lovely girls, but you are just that, girls. And this aura of whore that surrounds you like a shroud is not appealing to either myself or my companions. Get out of here before a group of men who don't value commitment the way we do decide to take advantage and you end up hurt beyond anything you can imagine. Go home, wipe that crap off of your faces, put on some clothes, and learn to respect yourselves. Have a lovely evening."
The five men turned back around, dismissing the four women, and resumed their conversation. They were vaguely aware of the woman slinking away.
"Wow, Roman," Arik said bringing his bottle to his mouth. "That was deep."
Matt lifted his bottle in salute. "I have a young daughter, a 50% chance of having another one very soon, and three nieces, two I've known all of their lives and one I am just getting to know," he said referring to Kari's daughter. "I shudder at the thought of either of the four young girls in my life turning out like that." The other men lifted their bottles as well.
"So how much longer is your sentence?" Drew asked Matt.
Matt shrugged. "I don't know. A year? Feels like this pregnancy is never going end," he said gulping down a swig of beer.
Each man, with the exception of Matt laughed. They finished their evening, for the most part, uninterrupted, afterward each returned to his girlfriend/family.
Matt stumbled up the walk to his front door. He should not have had so much to drink. Camille was going to kill him. When he made it to the door, Ryan blew his horn signaling his departure. Matt half-heartedly waved over his shoulder. After a few minutes, he was able to clear his vision enough to find his key and insert it in the lock. The house was blessedly quiet as he made his way to his bedroom. He hoped Camille was awake because even though he was three sheets to the wind, he was horny as hell.
Upon entering his bedroom, he almost groaned at the sight of a sleeping Camille...and Arianna in his bed. With a sigh, he grabbed a pair of pajama pants, and went to shower. While the hot water sprayed his body, sobering him slightly, he thought about the two people in his bed. His family. A family that would soon have a new edition. He couldn't wait. As much as he complained to his friends about the hell he went through on a daily basis, he would not trade it for anything. He couldn't believe how fortunate he had been over the last few months. Camille was the best thing that could have happened to him aside from his child. He chuckled slightly...it was going to be children, soon. Another child by the love of his life, a love who treated the child he had with someone who meant close to nothing to him with more love and and affection than her own mother did. And she was his forever. Camille may not be completely aware of it, but he never planned to let her go. He was definitely glad Danielle and Amy had helped him out. Now all he had to do was wait for the perfect moment.
When he stepped back into the bedroom, a bit steadier this time, he watched the two of them for a moment before moving to where Arianna lay. As gently as he could, he grabbed her up then took her to her bedroom, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Ti amo, tesorino."
When he returned to their bedroom, Matt stood in the door watching Camille sleep until it became somewhat creepy. He just couldn't get over how beautiful she was and how pregnant she was with his child. Locking the door behind him, he made his way to the bed. Matt told himself he had every intention of not disturbing Camille but all of that became utter bullshit when he pulled the covers back to reveal those tiny shorts she liked to wear that drove him absolutely mad, and one of his black tanks that he imagined was once stretched across her belly but was now bunched up under her breasts.
"Oh mio dio." Matt pinched the bridge of his nose. Shrugging, he removed his pajama pants then slowly climbed into the bed. Gently grabbing Camille's legs and sliding her onto her back and into a position he could work with. He quickly removed her shorts and panties, dropping them to the floor beside the bed.
"Camille," he said gently, placing a kiss on the center of her belly. "Camille"
"Hmm," came her sleepy response.
"Ho intenzione di scoparti adesso."
"Ok. There are leftovers in the fridge, don't touch my popsicles," she said, then he heard her soft snores again.
Matt couldn't help but chuckle as trailed kisses down her belly to her sex. "I am not hungry...for food." He gently began his oral assault, running his tongue over her clit then moving to insert it into her opening. A smile spread across his lips as a moan escaped her throat. He looked up to see that her eyes were still closed but her mouth was slightly open. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he placed a hand on her belly to keep her from bucking off of the bed. He soon felt restless fingers making their way through his hair. Her moans became louder and he could tell that it wouldn't be long. Concentrating his efforts on her clit, he set about making her have the most wonderful wet dream imaginable. A cry of ecstasy escaped her lips a moment before he was moving back up her body and plunging into her. Another cry tore from her as he drove all of the way into her.
Matt grunted as her walls clenched around him. "La tua figa è stupefacente."
"Mmm, Matteo, baby," was Camille's breathy response.
He looked at her face to see that her eyes were still closed and her face was twisted into the most beautiful ecstasy. Lowering himself, he sucked the skin at her neck, as the mark he'd previously left on the opposite side was beginning to fade. Lifting himself back up, he began to slowly grind into her but as he could feel his climax fast approaching, he increased his pace. He groaned loudly as his cum spurted deep within her womb. Matt collapsed onto the bed beside her and promptly passed out.
"You ready to go, baby?" Matt asked peeking into the bedroom at Camille who was attempting to slip into her shoes. He smiled as she grunted and attempted to maneuver around her belly. He walked into the room, dropping a chaste kiss on her lips before kneeling in front of her. "Need some help?"
Camille smiled. "This is getting increasingly more difficult with each passing day," she said lifting her foot out to him. "Doesn't help that I was fat before this kid came along," she said, causing Matt to chuckle. Camille had gotten the slip-on shoes with the impression that she would be able to manage the shoes on her own. Well, that and the swelling had forced her to leave her normal shoes in the past. She was eternally thankful to have a boyfriend who was attentive as Matt. She often gave him a hard time, usually when there was some sort of discomfort on her part. She really didn't know what she'd do without him. Her big grumpy Italian bear would do anything to make sure she was happy and comfortable, even at the cost of his own time and comfort. If it weren't such a tiring, painful, uncomfortable process, she'd definitely do pregnancy more often.
She entwined her fingers through his hair as he was bent over in front of her, handling her shoe situation. His hair had gotten much longer and though it wasn't his favorite style, he'd kept it long because she liked it that way. He briefly looked up and offered her a smile as he continued in his task. "Matt?"
Matt finished with her shoes then looked at her before standing then sitting on the bed beside her. "For what, miele?"
She reached up to again run her fingers through his hair. "For putting up with me. I know I've been a big, unreasonable, pregnant monster," she said circling her arms around his shoulders.
Matt laughed as he rested his elbows on his knees. "Well, I love you and you're pregnant with my kid, and taking care of my other kid so, it makes me happy to make you happy."
Camille smiled. "Just the same, thank you. I have no idea what I'd do if I didn't have you. I don't think Danielle and Amy would be able to deal with me."
Matt laughed. "I think if Danielle or Amy had gotten you pregnant, that would be quite weird." His eyes moved upward, as if he were thinking of something, "also, incestuous."
Camille bumped him. "Haha. You know what I meant."
"Yes, I know what you meant. Luckily for you, I'm not going anywhere. Oh, speaking of..." Matt said standing and moving to the nightstand. He pulled the drawer open and pulled something out that he intentionally kept out of Camille's sight. He plopped back down next to her. "I was thinking, since you and I seem to have skipped a few steps, maybe we should backtrack a little. I'm not going anywhere, and you waddle so slowly that I could catch you if you tried to go anywhere."
Camille bumped him again. "You are just on a roll today, aren't you?"
Matt smiled. "Yes, yes I am." Matt's expression turned serious. "Seriously, I think this is long overdue, I mean, you practically live with me, my piccolo calls you mama. She has essentially dumped me for you. Let's make it all official." Matt raised his hand and Camille placed her shaking hand in his. Was he really doing what she thought he was doing? They hadn't discussed it and she really wasn't expecting it. She just figured they were all comfortable in their current situation. Her heart raced as Matt flipped her palm over and placed the small black box in the center of her hand. He flipped open the tiny lid and met Camille's eyes. "So, what do you say?"
Camille pulled her blurred vision away from Matt's to look down at the ring glinting back up at her. She wasn't the type of girl who knew about rings and settings and all that jazz but she knew the one nestled between the velvet folds was some piece of expensive work. The glittering rock set in the center of the band was huge, or at least she thought it was, and rounded in shape, and two more smaller diamonds were set on each side of the band.
"I am going to assume that your silence means that you are impressed," Matt said plucking the ring from the box. Tossing the box aside, he put the ring on her finger then kissed her fingers. "It's 2-carats, the side stones are one each, and the band is platinum. Dani told me that you're not a fan of gold, I have figured that out on my own anyway. Amy said that I should have gone for the 3-carats, and Mara approved but smacked me and asked what took me so long."
Camille's breath hitched. "You recruited our sisters and Amy," she said on a shaky voice. "How could they keep this from me?"
"I just proposed to you, and your main concern is why our sisters and Amy kept it from you?" Matt said jokingly.
Camille gave a watery laugh. "Well," she said swiping at her eyes, "you didn't really propose, you kinda just handed me the box and said 'let's do this'."
"Woman, do not criticize my technique. I still need an answer."
"Yes, yes. Of course I will."
"Magnifico," he said clapping once. "Now, let's get to the doctor's." Matt stood and offered her his hand.
"Dear lord, you are such a romantic," she said taking his hand and standing.
Matt smiled before lowering his lips to hers for a kiss that left her breathless. "You love it."
"Hey Matt?" She called as he was headed out of the bedroom.
"Yes?" He asked, stepping back into the room.
"Just out of curiosity, did you drunk-fuck me last night?"
The million watt smile that spread across his lips before he proceeded on his original path out of the bedroom gave her her answer.
"So, you guys still undecided about knowing the sex of your baby?" Dr. Sawyer asked Camille and Matt.
"No, we're not ready to know yet," Camille said.
At the same time, Matt gave his response. "We want to know."
Matt gave her a look and her return glare had him crossing his arms over his chest. "No, Dr. Sawyer, we don't want to know," Camille said definitively, still glaring at Matt.
Matt threw his arms up as the doctor looked between the two of them over the rim of her glasses. "Hm, ok. Seems like there's a lot going on there so I'm just gonna stay out of that mine field," she said, mumbling the last part.
"Camille, miele, we need to know what we're having."
"Well, I'm not ready yet. It's not like we need to know for the nursery. The colors we picked are gender neutral and when the baby is born, we can change it to suit our baby's gender. As far as clothing, my shower yielded plenty of gender neutral clothing and baby items."