Different Is Good

Nineteen

Christmas was fast approaching, and Stevie was putting the final touches on the large tree in the living room. The lights were bright and twinkling, and Lindsey wrapped his arms around her from behind, looking at the family's hard work.

"Can you believe that this time next year, it will be our little girl's first Christmas?" Lindsey asked

"Imagine how much fun it will be," Stevie placed her arms on top of his, "three more months to go," she said softly

"I cant wait to see her little face," he wondered who she would resemble most

"Neither can I. I still hope she looks like you."

"I hope she looks like you." he said and she giggled.

"Well, we will just have to see what happens then, won't we?"

"I guess so." He smiled, rubbing her belly. She had gotten much bigger recently and he loved it, knowing Sara was growing too.
"What did you get me for Christmas?" Lindsey asked, Stevie chuckling

"That's not how Christmas works," Stevie said pointedly
"I got you something." He kissed her neck.

"Did you?" Stevie turned around in his arms. "Is it something I can have now...or in my room?"
"Definitely in your room," he smirked

"You know I'm always ready."
"I love that. To think that after we have the baby, I can't have you for at least six weeks..." He kissed her but she pulled back.

"Six whole weeks?" He nodded. "We should make up for it now then."
"Just as I was thinking," he kissed her neck

"Get a room," Chris complained as he walked by

"We were about to," Lindsey replied
Chris made a gagging sound and Stevie giggled, taking his hand and running toward the stairs. Lindsey slammed her door shut and began pulling up her sweater.
Stevie tossed it to the floor, working on her bra then skirt next. "Jesus, baby," Lindsey panted as he watched her rush
"I need you, Linds." she whispered, kissing him passionately. She pulled his shirt from his waistband and fumbled with the buttons. Lindsey pulled the button on his pants from the hole and shoved them down.
Stevie fell back onto the bed, "Do what you want, baby," she panted, writhing around
"Whatever I want?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Anything" Stevie confirmed.

He practically pounded on her, kissing down her neck and chest, rubbing her belly briefly before placing himself between her thighs.
Lindsey pulled her to the edge of the bed as he stood on the floor, her bottom hanging off. "Is the door locked?"
Stevie shook her head. He sighed and she giggled. He didn't want to leave her even for a second.
Lindsey sulked over to the door and locked it, returning to her and running his hands over her breast and belly, "Are your parents home?"
"Should be back soon. Mom needed a few more things for dinner tomorrow. It's just Chris."

"I guess I should hurry up then."

"Not too fast" she told him and he growled at her, attacking her neck with sloppy kisses.
"Come on, Linds," Stevie whined, "stop playing."

Lindsey surprised her by sliding into her, his hands lifting her hips slightly
"Ahhh, Linds!" Her head shot back against the bed, her chest heaving. His fingers trailed over her body, electrifying her senses. Everything was heightened.
He seemed to be more confident, sure of what he was doing as he was slightly rougher than normal
Stevie bit her lip, closing her eyes tight as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge with every stroke. He gripped her thighs, slamming himself into her, making her moan.
"You like that, baby?" Lindsey but his lip, closing his eyes