My Sweet Canadian Girl Ch. 16

In the interest of finishing this story line, I've limited the sex scenes in this chapter. There's a lot squeezed into this chapter so the story jumps a little from one scene vivid in Rick's memory to another. As always I'll urge my readers to practice safe sex. Sorry for any typos or grammatical errors I missed. Comments are welcome as always too.

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The time between Cassie's birthday and the New Year passed quickly that year. Both Cassie and I were busy with work and continuing to transform our new house in a warm, welcoming home. Christmas with her family was wonderful but the gift we wanted the most was months away yet. As the calendar turned to 2006 I found myself thinking about how my life would change this year. I felt ready to become a father and knowing Cassie would be at my side alleviated any residual fears. The soft swell of Cassie's tummy was noticeable now and I found her more attractive than ever with visible evidence that she was carrying our child.

Shortly into the new year we took a shopping trip to get her some much needed maternity clothes. She had hinted that she would some new outfits for Christmas but I was worried about getting the sizing right. I did give her a gift card for one of the biggest maternity wear stores in the city and that's where we started. Before we got there she warned me it could take a while and I assured her we had all day if needed. As her tummy grew, her self confidence with me never wavered. I wanted her to have clothes that she felt comfortable in though. Cassie tried on one outfit after another asking me my opinion but she stared into my eyes where she could tell instantly which I liked best. She managed to find a few outfits she liked, enough to use up the gift card. I was willing to visit a second or third store but she said that was enough for one day.

"What's that smile for?" she asked when she caught me staring at her from the doorway to our rec room later that night. Christmas had added another stack of horror movies to the backlog we were still working through since her birthday.

"For you Mrs. Kellogg," I said earning a smile from her. "The soon to be mother of my child."

"Oh Dickie you're going to make me cry," she said lifting one side of the blanket and inviting me to cuddle with her.

"Which one next?" I asked holding up a stack we hadn't watched yet and flipping through them.

"Oh lets watch that one," she said stopping me on Scream.

"Okay," I said popping the disc in and sitting close to Cassie. Her eagerness to watch an old favorite of hers with me for the first time was clear on her face.

"I love you," she said as it started to play.

"I love you too," I said.

The movie was tame compared to most of the others we had watched recently. Cassie's love of the horror genre, no matter how gory the scenes were, was shocking to those that didn't know her well. She was born the day before Halloween though and had developed a love for scary movies from an early age. We had yet to watch a movie that scared her more than me but I had her to comfort me whenever I needed it.

Cuddling under the blanket was a sign that her fluctuating hormones had left her in no mood for sex that night. I knew her sex drive would return with ferocity in a night or two, like one of the villains in her beloved horror films. Now that she was starting to show obvious signs of being pregnant I had growing apprehension over our normally raucous sex life. My desire for her was endless but I was more interested in gentle lovemaking with my pregnant wife. She on the other hand, wanted to be fucked hard when she was in the mood or not at all. A few weeks later with her belly even more pronounced it led to a rare serious disagreement between us.

"No," she said pushing my lips away from hers. "Fuck me harder."

"But..."

"But nothing. Give that cock. I want it, I need it," she begged.

"Okay fine," I said pumping a little harder which made her laugh.

"Who do you think you're fooling?" she said. "I married you twice and I know you can fuck me way harder than that."

"I'm scared," I said.

"Scared of what?" she asked softly.

"What if I hurt the baby?" I said.

"Oh Dickie," she said with a smile. "That's sweet of you but think about it. Would I ask you to do anything that put our baby in danger?"

"Of course not," I admitted with a blush.

"Then give me what I want," she said.

"Maybe you should get on top," I said still hesitant.

"Sure," she said still smiling. "But we're going to talk to Violet about this tomorrow," she added as she began to bounce on my cock with abandon.

The next day we did have a scheduled appointment for a check up with Dr. Violent Sun. As we sat in the waiting room her threat from the night before was completely forgotten. We were going to find out if we were having a boy or girl that day and the excitement of that crowed everything else out of my mind. Cassie was full of nervous energy next to me as she flipped through a magazine with her foot bouncing.

Once we were summoned to the examination room for our appointment Cassie got on the table and smiled at me. Dr. Sun ran through a check list with Cassie without a hitch. My wife was a nurse and model patient that closely followed any advice her doctor gave her. With the preliminaries out of the way, Dr. Sun asked Cassie to lie down and lift her shirt. She applied gel to Cassie's growing baby bump and turned the monitor so we could see the ultrasound image of our child. I squeezed Cassie's hand as we stared at the black and white image. Cassie couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl on her own and obviously I had no clue but we were content to stare for now.

"Can you tell if we're having a boy or a girl?" Cassie asked at last.

"Yes," Dr. Sun said. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Oh yes," Cassie said. "There's no way I can wait until May."

"What about you?" Dr. Sun asked turning to me.

"I can't wait either," I said.

"Your baby is a perfectly healthy and growing boy," Dr. Sun said.

"A boy," Cassie said looking at me with tears in her eyes. Her reaction would have been the same either way I'm sure.

"A perfectly healthy boy," I said making Cassie smile through the tears. She lay there smiling at me as I wiped the gel off her stomach. Dr. Sun had stepped away for a moment and returned with a printout of the ultrasound image for us.

"I wanted to talk to you about something Violet," Cassie said using the doctor's first name at her insistence.

"Of course," she said.

"We've been having some disagreements about our love life," Cassie said.

"Oh no," I said face palming.

"Go on," Dr. Sun said to Cassie while smiling at my discomfort.

"Well with my hormones all over the place there are nights where I just want to cuddle and other nights where I want him to be aggressive. Really aggressive," Cassie explained.

"Which nights are problematic?" Dr. Sun asked.

"He's fine with cuddling but he's afraid to satisfy my urges when I have them," she said. My ears were burning and I couldn't even glance at Dr. Sun.

"It's a common concern among men," Dr. Sun said. "And nothing to be embarrassed about. As her body changes you'll need to experiment to find which positions are comfortable and work for both of you. Using toys can be helpful. She can show you what she wants with them."

"But the baby," I said.

"The baby will be fine. Let Cassie be your guide and have fun," Dr. Sun said. "I've seen how you look at each other," she added sharing a giggle with Cassie over my discomfort.

"Thank you," Cassie said as Dr. Sun took her leave. Then she turned to me and smiled.

"At least wait until we get home," I said making Cassie laugh for a moment.

"Look at him," she gushed over the ultrasound picture.

"Our son," I said holding her hand. Knowing the sex of our unborn child added to the experience. Before I would find myself imagining a baby boy one second and a girl the next but no more, at least not until next time.

"Now we can pick a name for him," Cassie whispered as we stared at the photo.

"What name do you like?" I asked.

"Nice try," she said. "If I tell you what name I like first you'll just go along with it."

"Okay we can talk about it in the car," I said taking her hand and helping her down from the examination table.

"Please tell me," she said practically bouncing in the passenger seat moments later.

"I have a long list for boys or girls," I admitted.

"Just tell me the first name on your list for boys," she said sweetly and I was powerless to resist.

"I like Jack," I said.

"Jack. Jack Richard Kellogg," she repeated. We had already decided to carry on the Kellogg family tradition of passing on my name as the middle name of our first son. "I love it," she said with a big smile.

"What about your list?" I asked.

"There's no need," she said. "Jack it is."

"Sweetie that's not fair at all," I said.

"You know I wouldn't agree unless I thought the name was perfect. It's impossible to think of every name there is. I hadn't considered Jack at all but as soon as you said it I knew our son's name," she said with a beautiful sincere smile.

"Next time you have to share your list first," I said.

"Already thinking about more children?" she said.

"Of course," I assured her.

I wish we were headed home right away but it was a work day for both of us. After dropping Cassie off at the hospital I drove to work with the name Jack Richard Kellogg echoing in my mind. Cassie was completely right, there's no way she would have agreed to a name for our son that she didn't love. I was curious what names were on her list but would have to wait until our second child was on the way. How many children we would have was still a mystery but there was no way we'd be stopping at one.

The day at work passed quickly as thoughts of all the things I'd do with my son once he was born bounced around inside my head. I went inside to pick Cassie up at the hospital and joined her for an unplanned play night with some of the kids in her recovery ward. The news that Cassie was having a boy had spread like wildfire though the hospital and I accepted well wishes from other staff members I came across. The kids in the playroom knew we were having a boy now too and were just as excited. We didn't stay too long and promised to return for the weekly scheduled play night.

That night Cassie called friends and family to tell them we were expecting a boy while I made dinner for us. She shared the name I'd chosen and she'd instantly fallen in love with too. Over dinner she told me how excited everyone was to hear that we had a healthy baby boy on the way. His arrival was months away but there were preparations to make. Already Cassie wanted to get the nursery room next to ours painted and decorated. The crib we ordered before her birthday had arrived but the room was otherwise empty for now.

After dinner Cassie was horny and determined to be satisfied after our talk with her OB/GYN earlier in the day. In our bedroom she lay on the bed naked with her legs spread invitingly. I wanted to fuck her of course but there was a hesitancy that was hard to shake despite what the doctor had said. Cassie smiled and showed me the toy she planned to use on herself.

"I want you to watch closely. I'm going to show you how turned on I am, how much I want you to fuck me hard," she said rubbing her glistening pussy lips.

"Okay," I said mesmerized.

"Look how wet I am," she said holding up her fingers to show the strands of fluid between them.

"I see it," I said.

"Now watch how I want you to fuck me," she said. The toy she had was about the same size as my erect cock, not too big and not too small, just right for her taste. "Do you like that?" she asked starting slowly.

"Fuck yes," I said watching her pleasure herself.

"Oh I can't wait until your cock is in me," she said. She continued to slowly and carefully penetrate herself with soft sighs. I watched for several long minutes as she maintained a careful pace with the toy. "What is it?" she asked noticing an eagerness in my eyes.

"Go a little faster," I said getting undressed to stroke my cock.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Faster, harder," I said getting caught up in the excitement.

"Okay I'll try," she said but it still wasn't enough.

"Come on sweetie fuck yourself right," I said as I lost myself in watching her.

"Show me," she said tossing the toy aside and I knew exactly what she'd just done.

"I love you," I said striding to the bed.

"I love you too," she said as I joined her on the bed. "Now fuck me like you mean it."

I was careful not to rest any of my weight on her stomach but otherwise reckless. Cassie groaned in delight as I fucked her like I did during our honeymoon. She knew I'd never last long at that pace but she also knew every trick to making me hard again. As I sprinted towards an orgasm, she smiled at me sweetly and urged me to cum. I pulled out and sat back on me heels to spill a huge load over her growing tummy.

Cassie went to our master bathroom and came back wiping herself off with a towel. She crawled onto her side of the bed and kissed me over and over. When the kisses stopped she knelt over my soft cock and took it in her mouth. In no time at all she made me hard again and climbed on top to ride me however she wanted. Dr. Sun's advice to experiment was fresh in my mind and that's what we did. Cassie rode my cock facing me at first and then spun around at my suggestion. Holding her hips I pumped my cock up into her until she came. She laid down on top of me letting me kiss her neck as I continued to make love to her.

We tried with her on her side and me penetrating her from behind, which became one of our favorite pregnant positions especially as she got closer to giving birth. Another enjoyable position was Cassie on her back near the edge of the bed with her legs up. It was a perfect way for me to fuck her without worrying about putting pressure on the baby. Her face was flush with her darkening nipples bouncing in time with my deep thrusts when I felt the urge to cum again. I fucked her harder again making her squeal in pleasure as I came inside her. As her pregnancy progressed she was horny once or twice a week and we fucked like we always had. I was ready to satisfy her whenever she wanted it but there are so many other memories to cherish.

"Rick," I heard her call one day from downstairs as soon as I came home.

"Hi sweetie," I said finding her sitting in our deep armchair that surrounds you in comfort.

"Help me up, I need to pee," she said. She was very pregnant now with the baby due in about two months time.

"You're stuck?" I said in amusement.

"No but I almost fell trying to get up earlier and I was afraid to risk it," she said.

"Okay here," I said taking her hand and guiding her carefully to her feet. She hurried to the bathroom and by the time she returned I was waiting for her with her coat. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"We need to get a new chair. One that you can get out of safely on your own," I said.

Cassie didn't try to talk me out of it at all. We went to the same furniture store we visited when we furnished our home and browsed through dozens of chairs. She knew that the choice was up to her under one condition, that she could get up without help or worrying about falling. After trying a few that she liked, Cassie narrowed it down to a recliner that let her lie back in luxurious comfort with a lever that moved it back to a sitting position that allowed her to stand up easily or a rocking chair with a matching foot rest. I sat down to smile at my wife as she went from one chair to the other back and forth unable to make up her mind. When a saleslady approached to ask if we needed help, she checked inventory and only the recliner was in stock which solved Cassie's dilemma. We paid and arranged delivery for later in the week.

Around the same time we went shopping for paint to prepare the nursery for our son. Cassie envisioned blue in her mind but I never knew there were so many shades available. I swear she showed me three different samples that were the exact same color despite the variation in name and countless others too. When she settled on one that made her happy I thought the hard part was over but she shocked me by saying she'd help me paint the room on Saturday. Cassie assured me that the fumes from modern paints were safe for pregnant women to be around while ignoring the fact that a heavily pregnant woman didn't need to be straining herself with manual labor when she had a husband that was willing and able to take care of it.

I relied on her family to help persuade her from painting. Jay offered to paint with me and showed up with step ladders, drop cloths, and everything else we needed in his truck early on Saturday morning. He looked at his sister with a blank stare when she tried to first talk him out of it and, when that failed, offered to pay him for his labor. That's when Julie showed up to take Cassie out for a day of fun while Marc watched their kids. While Cassie enjoyed the day with her sister in law I painted the room with Jay's help, then we added a second coat, and aired the room out. By the time the girls returned, Marc and the kids were with them and we ordered pizzas to feed our last minute guests.

If you thought Cassie had learned her lesson with the room painting you don't know my wife. Just a few days later I came home from work to find her on her hands and knees tending to the flower beds in front of our house. I was furious with her but she didn't think anything of it. Nothing I said could convince her to stop though she agreed to let me help so I hurried inside to change.

"Phone call for you," I said handing her the cordless house phone.

"Hello? Oh hi Judy it's... yes. Well it was such a nice day that I wanted to get some fresh air and... no he didn't know until he got home. No, no I'm taking it easy and going slow. But.." she said scowling at me. "No I understand. I don't want you worrying about me either. Okay I'll let him do it. Sorry I'll call you later when we're done."

"What did she say?" I asked with a smirk.

"Snitch," she said scowling.

"I remember someone calling my boss when I was getting ready for work one morning because I had a cold," I said. She tired to maintain her angry face but her smile betrayed her and we both started laughing. "Now show me what needs to be done and I'll do it," I said.

I happily followed her vision for the garden and agreed to let her cook dinner for us when we were done. Over the next few days she playfully asked me to do the simplest of tasks for her. Joking or not, I did whatever she asked of me without a second thought until she grew far too guilty to continue the game. My mother had convinced Cassie to let me take care of any strenuous chores while she was pregnant and Cassie's mom reinforced the rule. I knew being forced to let me wait on her was the only thing she didn't like about being pregnant so I made sure to help without complaint to alleviate her guilt.

One thing she craved without guilt during the final months of her pregnancy were foot rubs after work. She was supposed to be taking it easy but no one could convince her to sit at a desk instead of treating her precious little patients. Whether she was horny or not, my nightly foot rubs made her purr in delight. At first I wasn't very good but I encouraged her to guide me and soon became an expert at massaging her feet just right.

May had once seemed an eternity away but when it finally arrived I knew our son would be born any day now. Cassie's official due date was the 16th of month. My mom came to stay with us a week into May to ensure she was there for the birth of her grandson. Cassie's parents were ready to drive down from Whistler at a moments notice. Having my mom with us was a huge relief that kept me from being a ball of nerves. I continued to work right up until our son was ready to arrive, when I received a life changing call from my wife.