Puppy Love Ch. 06

Never say never, but I think that this is the final chapter, and I hope that you like it!

honey28

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Tissue paper crinkled under my bare ass as I sat down on the end of the exam table with a paper drape over my lap. David's back was to me as he studied one of the fetal development posters on the wall.

Grinning, he turned to me, pointing at a teeny curled up fetus on the corner of the chart. "That's what ours looks like!" he laughed.

We had already spoken with the doctor in his office, and he went through some do's and don'ts with us and answered questions since it was our first time expecting. He said that since I had been on the pill they couldn't judge my due date by my last period, so they were going to do a vaginal ultrasound to see how far along I was. The nurse had brought us to an exam room and we were waiting - anxiously - for the doctor to come in.

My legs were swinging idly, and I kept shifting my weight, wondering when my doctor would reappear. David came over to me and leaned against the table, a hand on either side of my thighs.

"Would you stop fidgeting?" he teased, his nose a couple of inches from mine.

"I want to hear the heartbeat. I've been waiting a week for this damn appointment, and I can't stand to wait another 5 minutes!"

David kissed me on my lips, then looked down towards my breasts meaningfully. "You know, it's killing me that these things are getting bigger and I can't even play with them." My breasts, especially my nipples, had been very sensitive recently, and not in a good way.

I laughed. "I know. Me, too! I love when you play with my tits, " I said in a stage whisper, planting another kiss on his warm mouth. "Hopefully they'll feel more normal soon."

I heard a crinkle and felt David's hand on my thigh.

"Knock it off! The doctor will be walking in at any minute!"

He nuzzled my neck and I felt the back of his hand caress my pubic hair. "I'm a doctor. I'm getting a head start on your exam."

"I don't have eyes down there, Dave."

"Oh, gross!" he laughed, removing his hand from my lap just as the doctor knocked and entered the room.

Five minutes later, I was laying on my back with a probe up my crotch while the doctor tried to find our baby. David gripped my hand tightly as a flicker appeared on the screen.

"There's your baby," the doctor smiled. He pushed a couple of buttons and we were in awe as we heard a rapid heartbeat. The feeling was indescribable.

I glanced at David's face, his eyes transfixed on the screen. Seeming to feel my gaze, he looked at me. As I watched him hurriedly wipe the moisture from his eyes, I felt a rush of love for him. It had been so exciting to know there was a baby growing inside of me, once I was certain that David was excited, too. But seeing that tiny flicker of life, and hearing his or her little heart, made it so much more real.

As we left in my car, David asked when I wanted to tell our parents, now that we had seen the doctor. He knew that I had told my sister, but I had sworn her to secrecy. I wasn't all that concerned about how my parents would react, because they were always supportive, and would certainly be welcoming of a new addition to our family.

It was his parents that I was worried about. Actually, just his mother. I could imagine well the hateful things that might spew out of her mouth as she reacted to the news.

I mulled over a tactful way to answer his question, and became concerned about the fact that we were going to see his parents next week on Thanksgiving. Normally, I spend the holiday with my parents, siblings, and a good portion of our extended family at my aunt's house. I was reluctant to trade their company for that of his mother, but then David told me that, for the first time in quite a few years, his brother was going to come to Thanksgiving dinner. His mother had told him that James was sober and seemed to finally be getting his life in order.

When David had told me this news, I could see the hope clearly on his face. I knew how much he wanted a better relationship with his brother, and I felt hopeful as well, wishing that they could make amends.

The mean person inside of me thought, if this man is finally sober, why would he want to put himself through a visit with his mother? She could drive anyone to substance abuse. I've mused that Henry must be on something in order to tolerate her every day.

"I don't know, hon. I'm feeling paranoid about letting people know too soon." When we started to have this conversation earlier in the week, I told him about a friend from work who had told everyone about her pregnancy when she was only about 6 weeks along, like me. Sadly, she lost the baby. I could only imagine how terrible the loss of a child would be, and how awful to have to tell others the tragic news.

"I know, but I'm not talking about telling a bunch of people. Just our immediate family. It's making me feel all crazy inside having to keep this secret. You told your sister, it's not fair that you have someone to talk to."

I squeezed his hand. "You aren't... worried? About their reaction?"

He was quiet for a moment. "Are you afraid of what my mom will say?"

Pausing at a stop sign, I shot him a meaningful glance.

"I'm not going to lie, I'm nervous, too. I know that she will be happy about the news... I just don't know if she'll be happy about it when she first finds out."

I pulled my car into his driveway. "I think I want to wait until she at least starts acting like she likes me. If that's even possible."

He squeezed my hand, and I turned to look at him. "I'm sorry that I have to keep apologizing for her. It isn't fair that she's acted this way, but it is what it is. Does it make you feel better to know that I like you?" he asked, his serious tone of voice making me laugh.

"Knowing that didn't help me feel any love for her when she was trying so obviously to hook you back up with your ex."

"Eventually, she'll come around. It will all work out. We don't have to tell them on Thanksgiving if it will make you more uncomfortable that day. No worries, okay? I'm afraid that having my brother there will probably cause enough tension."

"How are you feeling about seeing him?" It was my turn to squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"Excited. Apprehensive. I think it will help having you there."

"By giving your mom someone else to judge?" I bit my lip, regretting what I had just blurted, worried my joke might have gone a little too far.

"Well now that you mention it..." he teased. "I just meant, having you there for some moral support."

"Don't sweat it." I reached over to brush hair off of his forehead and caressed the side of his face. "Everything will be fine. You're both older and wiser. The fact that he's coming to dinner says a lot. It's time for a fresh start."

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I pulled on my black hose and stood up to remove my dress from the hanger. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, and my hands involuntarily moved to my stomach as I wondered when I would start to show. I hadn't yet gained pregnancy weight, and I figured that already having a few extra pounds would probably mean I would hide my baby belly a little longer.

My breasts swelled slightly at the top of the cups of my bra, so I knew that David was right about them starting to grow already. Of course, he would notice that. I idly stroked my tummy for a few moments, musing that I would probably not feel truly convinced there was someone growing in there until I could feel those first kicks.

I finished getting dressed, and went into the bathroom to fix my hair and apply a little make-up. I had on a deep red knee-length sweater dress with a cowl neck. I took George out to the car with me and we went to David's house.

Soon, we were in his car on our way to Thanksgiving dinner. I felt no less anxious than I had the first time I met his parents. I was trying to convince myself not to be bothered by what his mother might say, but when I started feeling a little better, I then became apprehensive for David, wondering if things would be terribly awkward with his brother.

As we pulled up to the house, there was a man sitting on the front steps, smoking a cigarette. I assumed this was James. I watched him while David parked. He put the cigarette out in an ashtray that was on the steps near him, and he stood up, his eyes fixed on the Charger. David took my hand and we approached his brother.

I smiled at him, and his warm smile was familiar. His face was narrower, but bore a strong resemblance to David's, especially when he was smiling. His hair was a little darker, and he was about my height, with a slimmer build than his brother.

He greeted me first, holding out his hand. "Emma, right?" I nodded. "James," he introduced himself, then his attention turned to David. "I get the impression that Mom doesn't like her much, so I like her already," he joked. We laughed, and David seemed to relax. James became more serious. "Good to see you, brother."

"You, too. I'm glad you could make it this year. When did you get in?"

"Couple hours ago."

"Is she driving you crazy yet?"

"Well, she's already got a bottle of wine in her, so she's more tolerable. I'm still here," he held out his arms triumphantly, "and I haven't had to call my sponsor, so that's saying something." I guessed he was in NA. We followed him inside.

David and I went to the kitchen to say hello to his parents, and a few minutes later the door bell rang. His aunt and uncle had arrived with his grandmother, and I was glad that there was some extended family invited, hoping it would keep the drama to a minimum. His mother seemed like the kind of person who would want to keep up appearances.

After David introduced me to the family, we went into the living room where his brother had gone. The conversation went smoothly. David asked where James was living and working, James asked us how we had met, things along those lines. Dinner was comfortable as well, and I am sure it had to do with the fact that Henry's mother was there. May was very well behaved.

It all seemed very nice and normal until I was helping David and James clean up after dessert. Their aunt, uncle, and grandmother had said goodbye and David's parents had followed them to the door to bid them farewell. Not long after, the door bell rang again, and David shrugged when I looked at him with my eyebrows arched. He looked at James questioningly.

"Don't ask me."

I froze when I heard his mother exclaim, "Maggie! I'm so glad you could come by before you leave!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I hissed. James and David both looked at me.

"Maggie? Your Maggie?" James asked.

David dried his hands and angrily threw the dish towel onto the counter. "Not anymore," he growled. "I can't believe she's doing this again," he muttered.

I wasn't sure if the "she" he was referring to was his mother or his ex-wife.

"Again?" James prompted. While David told him what had happened a couple of weeks ago, I heard May's voice in the hallway.

"Why don't you come have a cup of coffee. There's pie if you'd like."

The voices drew nearer. "Oh, no thank you. I need to get going in a few minutes. I chose a flight tonight, figuring most of the holiday travellers would be leaving tomorrow and over the weekend." I watched through the doorway as May appeared in the dining room.

"How are your parents doing? They must be sad to see you go."

"They're doing well, they asked me to tell you Happy Thanksgiving. It was hard to say goodbye, but we talk on the phone a lot. Since I left, I talk to them more than I did while I lived here." Her eyes locked on David as we entered the dining room. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

What. The. Fuck.

I linked my arm in David's after following him in, feeling possessive. James stepped in behind me.

"James! Wow, it's been years! You look great!" Maggie went around the table to give him an enthusiastic hug, which I thought may be an effort to make David jealous. "I hate to leave so soon, but I've got a flight to catch. David, do you think I could talk to you for a minute?"

"I don't think there's anything we need to talk about that can't be said right here."

"David! Don't be rude!" May exclaimed. Maggie stared at him, her mouth open as though she couldn't figure out what to say.

I felt David tense. I had only seen him angry once before, and I had an idea of what was coming.

"Rude? I'm being rude? I know what you're trying to do, and it isn't going to work." He turned to Maggie. "Who are you to intrude on our family dinner and ask to speak with me alone when I'm here with my girlfriend? You aren't part of this family anymore, and we said all that we needed to say a long time ago. And you?" He glared at his mother. "You've been rude to Emma from day one, but this is just mean," he snarled.

Henry diplomatically tried to keep things from escalating, but his words fell on deaf ears. May's hands were curled into indignant fists at her sides. "You have a history, David. You were with her for 7 years, and you can't give her 2 minutes of your time?"

My hand slipped out of the crook of David's arm as he stepped closer to the table, leaning forward, bracing himself with his hands resting on the back of a chair. His knuckles were white as he gripped the wood. "There is nothing that we need to tell each other that can't be said in front of anyone else. You don't know anything about the problems that Maggie and I had. And you don't know Emma at all, because you refuse to give her a chance. I know that you love Maggie, but you need to accept that sometimes things don't work out. And it's not your business."

"Why won't you just hear what she has to say? After all you went through together. You're going to ignore all that for... for..." she gestured towards me, and it seemed like she was going to call me something, then thought better of it.

"For what?" he snapped. "For Emma? Yes, I choose to hurt Maggie's feelings to avoid hurting Emma. I love her. She's going to be the mother of my child. Something Maggie wouldn't even consider."

The silence was deafening.

"I'm going to go," Maggie said quietly before making her way back around the table. May started to protest, but Maggie put a hand on her wrist as she walked past. "He's right, there's nothing to talk about."

His mother disagreed. "Pregnant? You got her pregnant?" she spat shrilly, acting like I wasn't even there. I heard the door close as Maggie went outside.

"I didn't want to tell you like this -" David began.

"What were you going to do?" she yelled over him. "Tell us at Christmas so you could ruin that holiday, too?" Maybe it was the hormones, but her words cut through my anger like a knife. I felt like I might burst into tears, and I hurriedly left the room to the sounds of Henry trying in vain to stop the fighting.

I went out into the chill evening air, but before I could close the door, James joined me.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I choked, gasping back a sob. I felt him put an arm around my shoulder.

"It's nice to not be the source of the drama, for once."

I laughed. We could hear the muted sounds of the argument. Henry was not doing well in there.

"I think they're gonna be a while. Why don't I get our coats and we'll go for a little walk? I need a fucking cigarette." I nodded and he returned a minute later with our coats.

"Congratulations," he said, lighting a cigarette before we headed down the driveway. He paused. "Will this bother you?" he pointed at the cigarette.

I shook my head, not bothered by the smoke since we were outside.

"Sorry about my mom." He took a drag. "She probably thinks you got pregnant on purpose."

"I know," I sighed.

"Fuck her."

I laughed. It was strange how comfortable I felt with him. His honesty and blunt sense of humor reminded me of my sister.

"I don't know what I expected, but you're not how I thought you would be."

"Thanks, I think. Were you expecting a crude, strung-out junkie?"

"No, that's not what I meant, I -"

He chuckled. "Relax, I'm kidding. It took me a long time to stop blaming other people for my problems and get my shit together."

"I'm glad that you did. I know that David really wants you in his life. He was really excited about seeing you tonight."

"I was glad to see him, too." He put the cigarette to his lips again, inhaling, then dropped it and snuffed it under his shoe. "Did you see the way his ex mashed her boobs into me, trying to get a rise out of Dave?"

I laughed, glad I wasn't the only one who got that impression. "Maybe she was trying to get a rise out of you," I teased.

"I never liked her, for all the reasons that my mom loved her. Plus, I'm gay."

"Oh," I said, my surprise evident.

"Yeah, it took me a long time to come to terms with that, too."

"David never mentioned it."

"That's because I haven't told them yet. I was going to talk to them tonight, but then Dave went and dropped that bomb," he laughed. "I've been seeing someone for a while now, but I didn't want to bring him over until I talked to them about it first. It's not that I'm afraid they won't accept it, just - well, you've seen how my mom can be. I wanted her to get used to the idea before I introduced her to my boyfriend."

"You two will have to come out with us one night, so we can all get acquainted. It would be nice to see you on more than just holidays."

"That would be cool." We were almost back to the house, and David's car was running.

"I think it's time for me to go. Would you tell your parents I said good night?"

"Sure. It was nice to meet you, Emma."

"Don't be a stranger."

"I won't," he said, following me to the car. As I got in, David stepped out to say goodbye to his brother. They spoke for a couple of minutes, and it looked like they exchanged cell numbers. I smiled when they embraced in a quick hug. At least one good thing came out of tonight.

I watched James in the side view mirror as we pulled away. I saw a flash as he lit a cigarette, then he waved.

"I like your brother."

"I wish we could have had more time to enjoy the evening."

"Well, I told him we should go out one night. Hopefully he calls you. I think he will."

"I'm really sorry things got so out of control. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"I hate that I let myself get like that. She just kept pushing and pushing -"

"It's okay, try not to think about it," I said, rubbing his thigh. "Don't let her ruin the rest of the night." I let my hand wander up his thigh and sneak between his legs, caressing him through his pants.

"What is this?" he chuckled.

"It's been a few days." I studied the smile that spread across his face, thinking that I could stare at him for hours without becoming bored. He stopped at a light, and I pulled on my seatbelt to give myself the freedom to lean in close and kiss slowly up his jaw, my lips grazing the skin just in front of his ear, before whispering to let him know how much I wanted him. My hand swept across his lap again, pleased to feel him becoming aroused.

We both jumped as another driver tapped their horn. The light had changed and David hadn't noticed.

"Sorry I distracted you."

"You're good at it. We're almost home, behave for 2 minutes."

I realized that he said "home" instead of "my place," and that made me feel very happy, even if he hadn' t meant anything by it. I turned a little in my seat so that I could reach inside of his unbuttoned coat to run my hand across his chest and stomach. As my fingers danced over his crotch, he scolded me again, saying that I was going to get us into an accident. I resigned myself to wait until we got to his house.

While he let the dogs out back, I went into the dining room to pour us some wine, to help him relax. I lifted the glasses, then had a thought, and put them back on the table. I pulled my dress off over my head, careful not to mess up my hair or get caught on my earrings. I leaned forward, adjusting my boobs in my bra, and pulled my stockings up since they had started to slip a little on my thighs. I thought it would have been hot had I been wearing a garter belt, but my black bra, matching thong, black thigh-highs and red suede mary jane pumps would have to do.