Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Officer Gallagher

71

.Layla.

January flew by, and before I knew it, it was February and I was 23 weeks pregnant. I was exhausted trying to keep up with the new semester, and I was really starting to wonder how I would finish it. Carl would regularly come home to me passed out on a book or on my laptop, and he'd carry me to bed. Sometimes I would wake up, and I would happily use my last ounce of energy on him.

He had worked his ass off at the police academy, and his training was coming to an end. His graduation ceremony was only a week away. He was excited to finally make more money, and I was relieved that it meant he wouldn't be working a second job anymore. It was so hard on him, and I missed him like crazy.

I was spacing out thinking about him while I had my laptop in front of me, unable to form a coherent thought about Freudian psychology. What would Freud have to say about me calling Carl 'Daddy'?

Suddenly, the door flew open and Carl burst in, a huge smile on his face.

"Wow, hi!" I smiled, startled from my thoughts.

"Baby, I have the best news," he gushed, walking over to me and kneeling in front of me.

I couldn't help but mirror his happy expression. "What is it?"

"I've been assigned to the 9th District," he grinned.

I continued to smile, but was admittedly confused.

"That's our district!" he clarified. "I requested it and I got it. I'll be near you and you can call me anytime you need me!"

I tossed my laptop aside and pulled him into a hug. "Carl that is so awesome!" Wow, he had really thought about that, and it was so sweet I couldn't stand it. I leaned back a little so I could kiss him.

He gladly returned my enthusiasm, gradually inching me back into a lying position as he climbed on top of me.

"Carl, your gun is poking me," I laughed against his mouth.

"I know," he murmured, moving to kiss down my neck. "Why do you think we're doing this right now?"

I laughed. "No, not your love gun; your other gun. And your whole belt."

He leaned back and looked down between us. "Oh that. Oops." He sat up and took the bulky, heavy belt off his waist and set it aside. He laughed as he lowered himself back down next to me. He rubbed my big belly and looked at me with concern. "I didn't hurt him, did I?"

I smiled. "No, baby, he's fine. I, on the other hand, have this ache between my legs..." I trailed off as I bit my lip.

Carl grinned. "Oh, I can help you with that."

I gasped as he dipped his hand into my yoga pants, and he silenced me with his mouth. He teased me with his fingers before plunging a few into me, making me moan into his mouth. He hooked them forward, hitting an awesome spot as the volume and pitch of my moans got higher. He began kissing down my neck, my cries now embarrassingly loud. I felt him grin against my skin as over and over, he hit the spot he knew had me going crazy. I gripped him as a wave of pleasure ripped through my body.

"Wow," he smiled at me, lifting his head to look at me as I slowly came down from my high.

I looked at his cocky grin, and it only made me want him more. "Your turn," I smiled, sitting up and crawling down his body to unbutton his pants.

.....

.Carl.

Layla had a look of determination on her face as she unzipped and pulled off my pants. I'd just given her what seemed to be an amazing orgasm, and she looked like she wanted to top it. This was very good news for me. My eyelids slid shut and a huge grin spread across my face.