My Sweet Canadian Girl Ch. 15

"Well I like that one too," she said pointing to one that cost a third of the one she really wanted.

"If that was the first one you picked I'd be happy to buy it for you but it's too late now sweetie. I already saw how much you love this one," I said running my hand over the curved end rails that gave it its sleigh like appearance.

"But..."

"No buts," I said cutting her off with a warm smile. "There's no way I want to be reminded that you didn't get the crib you wanted every time we put our baby in bed."

"It's so expensive though Rick. If you're going to get it for me it can be my birthday and Christmas present this year," she said. I looked into her eyes and wondered if she truly believed I'd let that happen.

"This isn't your birthday gift, it's something we need for the baby. I'm going to buy it but we'll need to keep looking for a birthday gift and don't even think about asking for baby gifts when Christmas comes around," I said.

"I can't win this argument can I?" she asked.

"Nope," I said grinning from ear to ear.

Before leaving we ordered the baby crib she wanted. The clerk explained that they were sold out except for the display unit but would have more in a month or two. There was no rush as long as it arrived before the May due date of our baby. It would be delivered to our house sometime between now and the end of the year, which was fine. Though we spent more than an hour browsing the mall after that, Cassie didn't find anything she'd admit to wanting aside from a frozen yogurt treat for the car ride home.

Less than a week later we were on our way to the airport to pickup my parents. Cassie was practically squirming in her seat as I drove. There was a sense of urgency from her and I got the feeling that she wanted me to drive faster, even though we would arrive well before their plane landed. Once we got to the airport she seemed to relax and was content to hold my hand during our leisurely walk to the arrivals area. We found a place to sit that faced the entrance to the baggage claim and waited. Their flight was behind schedule and I joked that my mother was probably to blame. Cassie scolded me and warned me against saying it when they arrived but not before sharing a guilty laugh with me.

We kept an eye on the large screen with the arrival times as we waited. Sitting close to my beautiful wife still holding her hand I found that the wait passed practically unnoticed. Most people found Cassie to be endlessly charming and I was certainly no exception, in fact I was more enthralled with her than anyone else. I listened intently as she laid out her plans for the first Halloween in our very own home. Her obvious excitement made me smile despite the foreboding feeling that we'd get few if any trick-or-treaters in our neighborhood, which was still largely vacant. Immediately I started making plans to ensure plenty of kids came to visit us.

"There they are," Cassie said with a smile in her voice. It disrupted my planning but I was happy to see my parents again.

"Come on sweetie, lets go say hello," I said standing quickly and tugging gently at her hand.

"Hello Judy," Cassie said releasing my hand to hug my mother the moment she drew near.

"It so good to see you again," my mom said with a beaming smile. "You look fantastic. Are you sure you're pregnant?" she asked looking at Cassie's slender waist with skepticism.

"Yes I'm sure," Cassie said giggling and blushing at the same time.

"Does she look pregnant to you Gordon?" mom asked.

"You don't have to answer that dad," I said, grinning at his obvious relief. "And you be good," I said turning to my mother.

"I'm just pointing out how good she looks for a pregnant woman," mom argued.

"Judy he's right," dad said. "Our luggage should be here any minute now," he said moving towards the carousel.

"You two leave her alone," Cassie said in a slightly irritated voice that made both my father and I turn to look at her.

"But I thought mom was embarrassing you," I said.

"She was," Cassie said with an apologetic glance towards my mother.

"Then what's the problem with us telling her to stop?" I asked with a puzzled squint.

"It only made me blush for a moment but you two are making her feel really bad. Besides that, I wouldn't feel embarrassed at all if we were alone and worst of all I'm worried she'll stop talking to me about the baby at all," Cassie explained.

"I don't think you'll have to worry about that," my dad said. He started to laugh when mom stuck her tongue out at him.

"I'll try to remember to keep it down in public," mom said.

"Just be yourself Judy. A little blushing is a small price to pay in order to see you again," my sweet Canadian girl said.

We gathered my parents' luggage and got in our car for the ride home. My father rode shotgun and I drove. It gave him extra legroom over the back but the real reason was to let Cassie and my mother chat of course. No matter how many times we got together with my parents, the close relationship between my mother and my wife never failed to touch me. I stole glances at them in the rear view mirror as I drove until dad finally asked me what I was smirking about. With a slight tilt of my head I confirmed what her already suspected. His joke that his mother had liked mom more than her own son during their years apart made us all laugh. Then I found myself reliving memories of the times she came to visit us when I was a kid. Grandma Kellogg got along well enough with mom that I wondered if maybe it could be true.

Cassie and my mother went straight inside while dad and I got the luggage out of the trunk. My wife was just starting to tell my mom to make herself completely at home during her visit when we entered. She turned to look at my father so he'd know that her words were meant for him too. My parents when upstairs to unpack in the guest room Cassie had prepared long before their arrival. When they came downstairs my mother said staying with us was like being in a fancy of hotel. Cassie grinned from ear to ear knowing the time she'd spent trying to make the guestroom as close to perfection as she could was appreciated.

Rather than going out for dinner as I expected we would, the decision was made to spend a quiet evening at home. Mom offered to cook dinner, which led to a predicable protest from Cassie. Eventually Cassie reluctantly agreed to let mom help her or she was to help mom depending on whose perspective you took. My father and I were banished to the lower level where I imagined them fighting over who got to stir the pot in the kitchen above.

It seemed like only moments later that we were summoned upstairs to the dinner table. Surprisingly Cassie seemed to have accepted the fact that mom was going to be her assistant while she stayed with us. I'd heard the guest versus family arguments before and suspected mom has used the fact that Cassie was pregnant to win this round. Dinner was delicious though not without a pitfall at the end. Mom asked my father and I what we liked best about dinner. I was about to answer until dad stopped me and suggested I probably found the whole meal delicious, just like he did. One glance at their expectant faces told me I'd nearly fell into their trap, then I told them I liked whatever part Cassie cooked best just to laugh at mom's mock outrage.

The following day we woke up to a breakfast cooked by my father. He'd always been the early morning type and was a pretty good breakfast cook. Not surprisingly, Cassie and my mother made plans to spend the day shopping while we ate. We were given the option of going along or staying behind to do something on our own. Dad was happy to skip the tedium of shopping but I told them I wanted to go along. Cassie guessed why and told me she didn't need a birthday gift right in front of my mother. Not only did my mother disagree, she was at first aghast and then angry that I still hadn't bought my wife a present yet only a day before her birthday.

We split up at the mall with them heading in one direction and me the other way by myself. I received a parting kiss from Cassie and a stern warning from my mother to find a suitable birthday gift. The moment I turned to go I could hear them snickering at my expense. Little did they know, but I already had some good ideas that were sure to make Cassie happy. With my plan in place I finished my shopping much sooner than anticipated and visited the car to hide my purchases in the trunk before going to search for them.

I found them just in time to carry their bags so they could keep shopping unencumbered. Mom was stunned to see me empty handed but smiled when I told her I'd already been to the car to hide Cassie's present. Being their glorified pack mule didn't bother me at all. This was how they liked to spend their time together and I was happy to be along. I think mom felt guilty over leaving dad home alone, even if it was his choice, so the shopping didn't last nearly as long as I thought it would. Back at the car I wouldn't let either of them look in the trunk and waited until they were seated before opening it to stow their bags.

We spent another quiet evening at home with my parents. The following day we had invited Cassie's family over to celebrate her birthday with us. Unlike the raucous party from the year before this would be a small gathering of her immediate family. The only exception was Lei, our former roommate who was honorary family to both of us. This had been our plan for a while but only recently had I finally convinced Cassie to let me do all the cooking. It was my mother's promise to help me that put my sweet Canadian girl at ease.

The following morning I was awake before anyone. Silently I made my way downstairs to prepare an extravagant breakfast for one. The menu for Cassie's birthday breakfast in bed included heart-shaped French toast with strawberry topping, maple flavored sausage links, a bowl of fresh fruit salad, with orange juice, milk, and chamomile tea to drink. She was sat up in bed wearing a beautiful smile when I returned with her breakfast tray.

"Good morning birthday girl," I said smiling back at her just the way she liked.

"You didn't need to go through all this trouble for me," she said in a voice that told me how much she appreciated it nonetheless.

"I love you," I said kissing her forehead as I set the tray on her lap.

"I love you too," she responded immediately. "Now sit down and help me eat all of this," she said patting my empty side of the bed. "It's my first birthday wish," she added with a coy smile before I could protest.

"Okay but you better eat at least half of everything," I said trying to maintain some small shred of control.

Cassie ate almost exactly half the food and enjoyed feeding me the rest. She also decided that the milk and tea were enough for her thus the orange juice became mine. I took the tray from her lap to set it aside when she had finished the last of her tea. By the time I turned around she was topless and teasing her hard nipples in anticipation of her next birthday treat. She was undressing me with her bright blue eyes as she fondled herself.

Without waiting for a more obvious hint I quickly shed my clothes much to her delight. Her gasp at the sight of my naked body sent a shiver down my spine. She kicked the blankets clearly of her shapely legs and slithered down from her seated position letting her arms drag behind her. For a moment I stood mesmerized watching her rock her hips side to side with increasing tempo. Then it dawned on me that she was patiently waiting for me remove her panties.

I crawled onto the foot of our bed and bent low to begin kissing every part of her starting with her feet. Pacing myself took a remarkable amount of self control. One glance at her adoring smile told me she approved of phase two of her birthday celebration. I was in no rush though I watched for signs that she wanted me to fast forward the foreplay. As my lips slowly climbed her silky smooth legs I zeroed in on her right knee. As I placed a moist kiss on her surgical scar she visibly trembled beneath me fully aware of what that simple kiss meant. All that I felt for her was conveyed to her in an instant. It represented all my love and devotion, my lust and desire.

The speed of my journey increased after moving on from her knee. I paused briefly when I reached her panties at last, sorely tempted to strip her naked. My willpower won out and I continued higher. As I neared her tantalizing breasts her self control was the first to break. Tangling her fingers through my hair she guided my lips straight to hers where we kissed without further delay. She drew me into one of her tight Cassie hug making my heart flutter as we traded heated kisses.

When she released me from her loving grasp I lifted just high enough to stare down into her eyes. I was an expert at reading her expressions even when they weren't so painfully obvious. Without saying a word she practically begged me take her panties off and make love to her. I kept my lips within easy reach of hers where she could claim kisses whenever she wanted. Obviously I let the birthday girl set the pace once I finally slipped my cock inside her. Even from below it was easy to surrender complete control to her by focusing on her minute hints and acting on each one. Cassie tried to let me decide at one point by donning a completely neutral expression. I simply stopped and grinned at her knowingly waiting for her guidance.

Cassie lunged up off the bed to kiss me again. I toppled onto my side and the turned all the way over to my back. My cock came loose from her hot wet pussy to stand erect and waiting. She bent over stroking it lovingly before dipping her head to take it between her lips. I tried to interfere but she slapped my hands away in annoyance and glowered up at me as she continued to suck my cock. Her expression softened immediately when I crossed my fingers behind my head submissively. She seemed to take delight in teasing me because she knew full well that I would rather be pleasuring her.

Thankfully she didn't force me to be on the receiving end for too long. It was her birthday after all and she knew how important making the day all about her was to me. A smile split my face as I watched her lift away from my cock after a brief but enjoyable sucking. I couldn't help thinking that my sweet Canadian girl might be the only woman in the world who would feel selfish just from letting her husband spoil her for a day. She returned my smile with a flicker of recognition in her eyes as if she read my thoughts like an open book.

Springing back into action she straddled my hips and sank down onto my waiting cock. All that was missing was a friendly voice warning us to fasten our seat belts in preparation for a bumpy ride. She began bouncing on my cock as she stared down at me. The juices from her wet pussy quickly coated my cock and the excess began running down the shaft. I thumbed her clit with familiarity as she rode me, urging her towards an orgasm that would coincide with my own. Cassie's movements became increasingly frantic until she lurched forward and kissed me to keep from crying out as she came. I lost control too and flooded her with my cum as we traded gasping kisses.

If we had the house to ourselves I'm sure we would have spent all morning in bed until we were sore from pleasuring each other. With house guests to entertain and a family birthday party later we didn't have that luxury. We took a quick shower together and then I reluctantly left her with a parting kiss to begin preparing the food for her birthday party. I'm sure she was eager to try to help me but I warned her that my mother wouldn't stand for her trying to make her own birthday dinner.

My parents were finishing breakfast in the kitchen when I came downstairs. I sat with them and made a list of everything I needed to pick up for Cassie's special birthday meal. My father offered to come with me to help get everything while mom stayed behind to clean up the breakfast dishes before the birthday girl could get at them. With dad's help we made quick time and were back to the house in under an hour.

No other guests had arrived yet but I found Cassie in the kitchen having tea with mom. While dad went back for the rest of the food and drinks still in the trunk of my car I started sorting everything and laughed at the way Cassie grimaced when my mother told her to sit back down when she tried to help. She wasn't actually angry or anything like that but is was near impossible to break her of the habitual need to help with whatever had to be done. I finally looked her in the eye and pleaded with her to allow me and the rest of this family this one day out of the whole year to wait on her. She promised to let us and then told me with a smirk that her tea cup needed to be washed.

Wanting Cassie's birthday to be amazing, my mother and I had gone a little overboard in our meal planning. Rather that trying to make a single perfect dish we were making a buffet style meal of some of my wife's favorite foods. Cassie sat in the kitchen watching the work and not quite supervising, though I asked her to confirm that what I was doing looked or tasted right several times. As other guests began to arrive we suddenly had more people willing to help with the ambitious menu we had planned. Julie and Cassie's mom Kathleen knew how to make all of Cassie's favorites between them and were happy to help. When Lei arrived she came prepared with everything she needed to make a Chinese dish that Cassie loved when they were roommates.

Jay was the last of our guests to arrive. He came to the kitchen to offer birthday greetings to his sister. Cassie knew that he had finally called her friend Emily and was anxious to learn more. She followed him downstairs no doubt ready to corner him and ask how it went. I learned from her later that they had set up a dinner date for next weekend which pleased Cassie to no end. She was confident that they would a good match and even bet me that next year they'd be at her birthday party as a couple.

When dinner was ready Cassie was given first pass around the kitchen island to fill her plate. I went ahead of her spooning portions onto her plate. She took a little from each bowl or platter then sat down at the head of the table. The rest of us joined her after making our own trips through the buffet line and together we shared a wonderful meal on my sweet Canadian girl's special day. For her there was nothing better than spending the day with the people she loved the most.

After dinner it was time for presents which meant Cassie alternated between telling people they didn't need to get her anything to thanking them with sincerity for their thoughtful gifts. I saved my own gifts for last of course, one smaller box that my mother had wrapped for me and another larger box that clattered as I carried it in from a hidden place in the garage. The cashmere sweater that Cassie would never buy for herself drew oohs and ahhs from the ladies. Even my wife said she loved it without telling me I'd spent too much in front of our families.

"And this is the last one," I said setting the much larger box on the floor at Cassie's feet.

"I have no idea what it could be," she said smiling at the poor wrapping job I'd done on my own.

"I'm not giving hints. Open it and see for yourself," I said.

"Oh my goodness," she said with a shocked gasp that was quickly replaced with a joy filled smile. "How many are there?" she asked me.

"I lost track a while ago," I admitted.

"What is it?" my mother asked peeking in curiosity. "Rick why would get her these?"

"Because he knows how much I love them," Cassie explained. "Look," she said to the party guests holding up a stack of horror movie DVDs. They all knew of Cassie's love of scary movies. "There must be fifty or more. Where did you get so many?" she asked.