Let Me Help You

Would you like to know?

"Would you please stop groping me?"

"No." Lindsey replied very seriously, as he and Stevie were sitting in the waiting room to be called in for a check up. "The baby hasn't stopped moving today and you know how much I love feeling it swim around in you."

"Oh, so that is what it's about! You're hoping for an Olympic gold medalist in swimming, huh?" Stevie laughed, placing her hand over his, as they smiled at each other lovingly.

"I'm not going to pressure our child into anything, but hey, it would be nice." Lindsey shrugged, continuing following their baby with his hand.

Another woman was sitting across them, smiling to herself. "My husband was exactly the same with our firstborn."

"I hope he eventually stopped?" Stevie asked, jokingly.

"I can't say that he did. It was as if our daughter felt his presence every time, she would start kicking the second my husband was near us."

"How many children do you have?"

The woman almost seemed to have taken a minute to count. "This is our fifth."

"Oh my God!" Stevie exclaimed, her eyes widening. She instantly turned to Lindsey, pointing a finger at him. "Don't you get any ideas!"

He laughed, grabbing her finger, bringing it to his lips. "I know what a fantastic mom you're going to be and you'll be begging me to knock you up again in no time."

"That might be slightly too much information, Linds." Stevie turned away, her cheeks turning pink.

"I'm guessing you two are also newlyweds?"

"Yes, I finally got her to marry me almost three months ago." Lindsey said proudly and Stevie rolled her eyes.

"Got me to marry you? Because I was kicking and screaming!"

Their chatting was interrupted, when Stevie heard her name and she stood up, taking Lindsey's hand in hers, as they walked in to see the doctor. After the usual questions of how she was feeling, if she had been doing everything the way she was told to, the doctor asked Stevie to lie down for the ultrasound.

"Let's see..." The doctor pressed the transducer to Stevie's stomach after applying the cold gel. After moving the device around, she turned to the expecting parents. "Would you like to know the gender?"

At first, they had agreed to just wait and they would eventually find out once the baby arrives, but hearing the heartbeat, seeing the tiny person, she was carrying inside, Stevie looked up at Lindsey, biting her lip and he just smiled, squeezing her hand and nodded his head.

"You're having a son."

"Oh..."

The doctor frowned a little. "Is that not what you expected to hear?"

Stevie shook her head. "It's perfect. We're having a boy!" Again, she faced Lindsey, who couldn't have possibly looked more elated.

As the procedure was finished, Stevie was given a tissue to clean herself up and after making her next appointment, the two happily strode out and into the car, straight away heading back home.

Later that night, Stevie was laying on the couch, her head in Lindsey's lap, who was sitting in front of the TV. She turned away from the movie that was on, sighing heavily. She was bored and he looked down, to see her staring back at him.

"What?"

"This movie is a piece of shit."

"What to do you suggest?"

She shrugged, lifting up her hand to take a look at her freshly manicured nails. "I suppose we could make out?"

"Aren't you full of wonderful ideas, Mrs Buckingham?" He smirked, running his fingers through her hair, relaxing her immediately.

"God, that sounds so weird!"

"Why?"

"I just never thought we'd get there."

"Me too actually, but I couldn't be happier."

"So... are we going to start kissing any time soon?"

Lindsey laughed, bending to bring them closer. He didn't kiss her then, hovering just above her lips. "I love you, you know that?"

Stevie was growing more impatient, as she grabbed the back of his neck, crushing their lips together. She didn't play around, grazing his lower lip with her tongue, being granted access to his mouth, as he let her win the duel for dominance. He had to break their lips apart shortly after, gasping for air.

"You are a horny little thing, aren't you?"

"You wouldn't believe how wet I am..." She said it so casually, it slightly shocked him.

"Good to know...?" He raised his eyebrow, unsure of what else to say.

"You should do something with that knowledge, I think."

Lindsey didn't say anything back, the palm of his hand sliding up her leg, gathering the material of her skirt and making it fall around her waist. He brought his hand in between her legs, pressing his fingers against her, creating not enough friction as she would have liked.

He got the lower half of her body naked and let his middle finger glide from her entrance up to her clit. "I've barely touched you and you're... wow..."

"What did... I... say?" She said between gasps as he continued circling his finger.

He added a second one, coating it with her wetness, before he slipped them inside of her. "Fuck... me!" She moaned loudly, asking him to pick up some pace.

It didn't take that much longer, before she felt her orgasm building up, crying out seconds later when it hit her hard. She had to grab his hand to stop him, unable to take any more for the time being.

"Was that better than that piece of shit movie?" Lindsey laughed, quoting what Stevie said earlier.

"My God, yes!" She answer, still catching her breath. "I don't know what it is, but I could have sex all day every day."

"Well, we can arrange that." He winked, pressing kisses to her flushed face. "But not tonight, baby. You've had a long day and it's time for bed." He turned off the TV and showed for her to sit up.

"You're saying no to sex with me, I knew this day would come sooner or later." She pretended to be upset, unable to fight back a smile, when he looked into her eyes, as if asking, do you honestly believe that? "You're right, we should get some rest." She agreed, yawning. "But I'm having you for breakfast." She added, leaving the living room, chuckling to herself at Lindsey's jaw dropping.