What We Deserve

Part 56: Fun and Fancy Free

After enjoying breakfast and playing around some more, I found myself in my shower, washing away the sweat, cum, and exhaustion from this morning and last night.

These past two days have been wonderful with Max. Our sex life is thriving at the moment and it just tickles me pink.

"Hey love- water warm?" Max asks as he pokes his hand in through the glass door to the walk in shower.

"Indeed." He steps in and nearly jumps back out. "Haha, what?"

"That's like the surface of the sun! How the Hell are you even in there right now?!"

"It's not that hot, Babe. Come on." I reach for his hand and he slowly comes in and then quickly hustles out of the stream- steam and condensation fogging the glass box.

"Super fricking hot, Honey- melt your skin off."

"You're so dramatic. I bet Georgia kept hot showers."

"Not this hot. Not this hot at all." He complains and I lean into him and his body is cool to the touch and mine is like fire. "Can I say something without you getting upset?"

"Depends."

"You think the reason you had trouble conceiving for so many years wasn't because of your- as you put it- geriatric uterus- but the fact that you take showers hotter than Hell and no fetus wanted to be cooked alive in you? It's a womb, not an oven, Babe." He says as gently as he can and a part of me wants to go on the defensive, but I understand his joke.

"Well...heat usually makes things rise. Just trying to cook a bun." I state and kiss his lips and he shakes his head.

"Speaking of buns..." His hands come down my back and rest on my arse. "Maybe we should turn this down...so we have a better chance of making one rise."

The fact that he's all for having a third baby right now, has me both perplexed and concerned about his mental state.

He was the one who wanted to slow down.

We slowed down.

And now we're having sex three times a day and he's suggesting we cool this shower down to help...I don't know influence her sperm he deposited in me to meet an egg?

I'm fairly certain I'm not even ovulating right now so it's a fruitless idea.

But it's sweet that he's interested and avidly trying.

"What's wrong?" He asks as he looks at me and I simply shake my head and look up at him.

"Nothing...I just love you so much." I state and rest my body against his.

"You thinking about the kiddos?" 

"Mostly possible ones." I say in a dreamlike trance as I stare at the shower's Moroccan inspired tiles.

"Yeah? When we do get pregnant...what do you want it to be? Boy or girl?" He asks and I smile and close my eyes for a few minutes before opening my eyes and looking up at him.

"I just want them to be happy and healthy."

"Me too..."

"You have a preference...don't lie." I snicker and he shakes his head as if it's false information I'm providing him.

"No...we have one of each- so a third one is just a blessing."

"Hmm..."

"Although...if I'm being honest."

"Here we go. Daddy wants a basketball team." I smile and I know Max would love another boy. He loves Luna. He loves that she is sweet and can play with Zep and him roughly- but she is on the more fragile side. She's delicate at times and most men and boys don't get that.