I bring my attention back to Harley. It would be so easy to pull out my cock, slip her bottoms to the side, and sink inside her. I’m tempted to do just that, but our friends aren’t stupid and they’ll know what we’re doing.
“How’s your mom doing?” Harley asks, pulling my attention back to her.
Her question is exactly what I need to deflate my cock. Not only because the subject is my mother, but the reason why she asked how Mom was doing.
“Surprisingly well, considering.”
My brother called Mom a couple of days ago for the first time since he was arrested. As luck would have it, I was there when he did. We both thought it was Dad since it was the same number that always shows on the caller ID. When Mom made no move to pick up the phone, and I saw the somberness in her eyes, I snatched it up, my intention to tell him to stop calling. It wasn’t Dad’s name they gave though, but Mark’s. When I asked Mom if she wanted to speak to him, she hesitated at first, but ultimately nodded. Before I gave the phone to her, I made it clear to Mark if he said anything to upset Mom then the call would end. Mom cried as she talked to him, which I expected no matter what he said, but thankfully, he took my warning to heart. She cried more when she got off the phone, but I think it was a healthy cry. Even if he never calls her again, I think Mom needed that one phone call for closure.
Thankfully, Dad seems to have gotten a clue and hasn’t tried calling Mom or me the last few weeks.
“Do you know if she’s going to go see him?” Harley asks, running her hands up my chest and lacing her fingers behind my neck.
“Right now she says no, but he’s her son, so she may change her mind later down the road if he’s convicted.”
“She’s so much stronger than I could ever be. I can’t imagine being in her shoes. I’d lose my mind with grief.”
“Thankfully, you’ll never have to know.” Keeping us both afloat with one hand on the edge of the pool, I settle my other palm on the slight roundness of her belly. “Our nugget will be perfect.”
“Damn straight,” she says with a big smile. “I was thinking about names the other night.”
“Oh yeah?”
Her head bobs. “Yep.” She bites her bottom lip, giving away her nervousness. “I was thinking…. How do you feel about Isabelle if it’s a girl? It was my Mom’s middle name.”
“Isabelle,” I say the name out loud. “I think it’s perfect. And for a boy?”
Using her hands, she pulls my head forward and our lips meet. She pulls back after a moment. “Carter Junior. CJ or Junior for short.”
I don’t have to think about my answer. “I like it.”
She flashes her beautiful smile. “Really?”
“Really.” I kiss the end of her nose. “I like the thought of our boy being named after me.”
Her arms tighten around my neck and she molds our bodies together as much as she can with the baby bump between us.
While I’ll never complain about having Harley’s body pressed against mine, it also serves to bring back my erection when her hot pussy pushes against my cock.
I kiss her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and then bring my lips to her ear. “I’m taking you home.”
Her giggle fills the space around us.