I lean over her, pushing my body into hers. Her hand rushes to the back of my head, pulling my lips to meet hers while she takes hold of my bottom lip in her teeth and tugs hard.
Fuck!
I plunge my tongue into her mouth as my cock grows rock hard for her again.
I’ll never get tired of fucking Sarah.
We walk into the hospital, Sarah with a bunch of flowers and a balloon, and me carrying Ethan on my hip. He’s so obsessed with the ‘It’s a Boy’ balloon that I’m not sure Jeni’s actually going to be able to keep it. I told Sarah that Ethan would want it, but that’s beside the point.
We walk into the maternity ward and find our way to Jeni’s private room.
“Now, baby boy, remember no jumping on Auntie Jeni, okay?” Sarah reminds Ethan.
As we step inside the room, the first people we see are Mike and Callie.
There are flowers everywhere, and the smell smacks me in the face.
Aiden’s sitting in a chair half asleep, and Jeni’s nursing their boy.
“Congratulations,” Sarah gushes as she rushes in leaving Ethan and me behind.
“Hey,” Jeni murmurs as she looks up at us.
“We got here as soon as we could. How are you feeling? ‘Cause you look like shit!” I ask.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Ethan calls out.
“Chris!” Sarah berates.
“What, Jeni knows I tell the truth. Don’t you, Jen?”
“Yeah, it’s all good, Sarah. I know I look like crap. I’m so freaking tired and completely and utterly exhausted, but it’s all worth it for our little man.”
“So, what’s his name?” Sarah questions.
Jeni looks up at me with a smile on her face. “Brody Michael Christopher O’Connell,” she beams looking straight at me.
I’m shocked to the spot. I have no idea what to say, so I look at Mike, who’s grinning at me while I stand here with my mouth open wide.
“I know, it’s an amazing feeling having someone named after you, isn’t it, Chris?” Mike states.
Well, damn! I instantly feel my eyes brim with tears, but I hold them back to keep my balls firmly in place. “I, ah… I don’t know what to say?” I mumble as I walk toward Jeni and Brody.
“Say thank you, you dickwad,” Sarah berates.
“Dickwad, dickwad,” Ethan calls out.
“Bad word, Ethan,” I chide, and Sarah grimaces.
Normally, I’m the one teaching Ethan all the bad words.
“Thanks, guys, you don’t know what this means to me.” Pride floods through me, as I look down on Brody’s cute little face. Ethan starts to wriggle, so I place him down, and he runs over to Aiden and jumps on his lap.
“Hey, little man.” Aiden pulls him into a hug and turns him to sit.
Sarah sits on the edge of Jeni’s bed and gushes over little Brody while I pull up a seat next to Aiden and Mike. “Thanks for naming him after me, dude. You really didn’t have to do that.”
“After everything you’ve done for us, it was the least we could do,” Aiden beams.