Small town gossip is rarely just that. But when your cousin and best friend catches the culprit in the act, you can no longer ignore it. Small towns rarely let you move on, so instead you move away, and to Boston where you can either wallow in your...
Warnings: language, implied sexual teasing, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.3K
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Your Mamaw peeks her head into your childhood bedroom and gets the biggest smile. Watching as your little family sleeps. Locked away in this comfort bubble. The newest and smallest member of the family curled up in the sweetest little ball on her daddy's chest. You are curled into your husband, looking so at ease despite your exhaustion, and Andy sleeps with the proudest smile painted on his face.
Mamaw slowly backs out of the door. You three can come downstairs when you wake up. Or when Andy brings the little sassy ball of sweetness on his chest down to her, so he can help you for a bit.
As soon as the door clicks, Andy begins to wake. Taking a moment to stare at his girls. It is like the pair of you were made just for him with the way you both snuggle into his warmth. So far Maggie has been showing the perfect amount of you. She adores Andy, and if she wasn't nursing, she was in her daddy's arms. You let him soak it up while he can. It wouldn't be long before he was having to get back to work, and you are the one that gets to spend every second with your miracle.
Andy's large hand starts to smooth over Maggie's back, loving the way that she squeaks. He could listen to her sweet little sounds forever. Everything he has ever loved and ever wanted is right in his arms. He's uncomfortable, but filled with the most overwhelming love. His discomfort is worth it to have the two of you close.
Your eyes start to flutter the more Maggie putters out her noises. Her face buries into Andy's body, and his deep rumbling chuckle startles her a bit. Maggie puckers out her bottom lip, a pitiful cry releases out of her mouth, and you look up at her.
"Sweetheart, daddy doesn't have what you need. My sweet Maggie Mae. I am sorry that daddy scared you. You want mommy to feed you?" Daddy. He fit into this role so well. Not just went through the motions, he wanted to be in every part of parenting with you. It was...overwhelming. In a good way, but still you feel things.
"Come on, mommy. Let's get our baby girl her breakfast. And then daddy is going to take you to your Mamaw, and daddy is going to give mommy a bath," his sweet eyes turn to look at you as you pull away from him to sit up. Reaching for the sweetest bundle. Cradling her, and she latches immediately. "She is a nursing champion," Andy leans towards you, but you turn your face away, looking at that dent.
"I don't know why Papaw insists on leaving that there. I wish he'd just repair it," you can feel the defeat on Andy, and refuse to meet his eyes just yet. Shaking your head no when he tries to get another peck, "I have morning breath."
"My tongue has been in your asshole."
"Andy! The baby," he playfully rolls his eyes, but doesn't back down. "I don't know why you would want to kiss my nasty mouth?"
"Gee, I don't know. Because I watched your body not only house our daughter, but then you pushed her out of your body, while you held my hand. You did that without anything. Just held onto me. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"You're never going to want to have sex with me again."
"You're right," your mouth goes agape. Finally turning to meet his eyes. "I'm either going to make sweet love to you, or I'm going to fuck you like my slutty sweet girl that you are. But until your body is cleared and able to take me again you will kiss me every morning."
"Why?" You try to hide the smile that is creeping up on you. But he always has the sweetest ways of making everything feel okay.
"Because there's no one that I want to wake up next to more than you and our daughter. No one that has made me smile the way you have, and now you've given me another person to make me happy. And because my dear sweet wife, I love you, and your stinking ass, your cold feet, your morning breath, your legs when they're shaved or not, your most amazing pussy, the way your eyes are filling up with tears. I love the way you love me, and care for me. I've never had anyone do the things you have done for me. Not because you feel like you have to, but because you want to. You love to."
Being pregnant made you ridiculously emotional, but having Maggie is different. Having this man that you love with every part of you confess all this isn't helping. Tears spring out of your eyes, but Andy just adjusts his stance, so he can start wiping them away.
"I have never had anything that felt like it belongs to me as much as you, and now," he stops looking at you to watch the most perfect human in the world. There is nothing vulgar about the way he watches Maggie nurse, it's the most pure form of love. "Now, we have this angel. I have never been so terrified in my life. I can't stand the thought of anything bad happening to you two. I will work the hardest I ever worked to provide us with the best life, so you get to be with her all the time."
"I'm so thankful you're giving us that opportunity. I can't bear the thought of not having her with me. I've wanted this for so long."
"Then my beautiful wife," he settles himself right up next to you, leaning into your body. "Never deny me a kiss. I don't care if you've been eating the most garlicky food. I don't care if you've had durian fruit. When I want a kiss, don't you think I deserve a kiss?"
"Yes, you do, daddy."
"Okay, then," you don't let him finish. With a free hand you pull him into you. Slotting your lips with his. Forgetting about all your worries and doubts because this man loved every part of you and wanted to experience every bit of life with you. Even the morning breath.
"But if it makes you feel better, Peach Bottom."
"Yeah?"
"I'll keep mints beside the bed. But if you ever refuse to give me a kiss again, I'll take you over my knee and spank you."
"Don't threaten me with a good time."
"Peaches! There is a sweet little baby," Maggie pulls off you, looking so cute and milk drunk you don't want her to leave your arms. "But while I wash you up, we can talk about the filthy things I'm going to do to you once your doctor tells me it's okay."
"Daddy?" His face softens as he watches you try to vocalize what you need. "Can we just lay here with her for a little bit longer?"
"Peaches, my darling, you don't have to ask if you want to do spend more time with our daughter. But your ass is pretty stinky," you shrug into his body, laying down to gaze at the most beautiful and perfect image you have ever seen. Magnolia Mae Barber is everything and more. Her daddy wasn't so bad either. "I'm only joking. It's Maggie's ass that stinks now."
"Shh, she's a lady. Her bottom doesn't stink. It smells like..."
"Shit. My god. Let me get her a diaper and wipes. I can't snuggle with a poopy butt. Blech, that is awful. Maggie! Darling, you take after your mom."
"She smells like roses," you lie, your eyes starting to water at just how bad she smelled right now. "And...dear lord, Andy, hurry up. Maggie, sweet girl, you are rotten," Andy in nothing but those damn sweatpants gets up to retrieve your daughter's things, and you smile, even though the smell is horrendous. Life is good. And it was just getting started.
