The Beach

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Bam straddles the hollowed out log on the beach, his gaze fixed on the water and the horizon. You walk carefully toward him, your steps crunching on the late winter snow. Bam turns, hearing your approach. His smile tells you he's happy to see you. He gestures with two fingers, "come here." You reach the log and sit straddling it too, your back to him. Bam reaches his arms around you to stoke the tops of your thighs. With your legs open, straddling the log, his hands are free to travel wherever he chooses.

"Be careful, Baby." You chide him with a mischievous smile. "Someone might see us."
"You know I don't care if they see us." Bam has never been shy about touching you in front of his family. Sometimes to your embarrassment. He loves to kiss you deeply and squeeze your backside in front of his family just to watch you squirm and hide your face in his shoulder. But you love his touch and have never asked him to stop.
As his hands reach the place that always makes you moan with pleasure, he suddenly stops and places both hands on your swelling belly. "Our little girl Rainbird is getting bigger," he kisses your neck as he gently stokes your stomach.

"Yes," you sigh. "It won't be long now." Turning your face toward Bam, looking into his clear, deep blue eyes, you ask, "What are we going to call our daughter? We can't call her Rain or Bird, that would be so confusing." Naming your first child after his sisters was Bam's idea, but you were so happy with the choice, his sisters are your two best friends. "We'll call her by her middle name." He kisses the curve of your neck again, his tongue tracing a path toward your lips.
"OK," You agree with a laugh at Bam's crazy sense of humor.
"Hi Pebbles." You whisper to your baby girl.

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