One Bad Day

Homecoming

Harley's POV

I was finally able to go home. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to Batsy, but I think I might have died of boredom if I had to stay in that stuffy mansion another minute. The air always felt so stuffy, despite the rooms and hallways being wide and spacious. It always seemed dark, no matter how many lights you turned on in the place. I will miss Alfred's cooking though. Mistah J and I lived off of take out. It's not that I don't know how to cook, it's just it's  kinda hard to go grocery shopping when you're a wanted criminal.

When we walked through the front door everyone jumped out "SURPRISE!" There was a welcome home banner, cake and ice cream, streamers, the works!

"Puddin? Did you do all this?" I ask Mistah J.

"Well, Ivy did most of it," he smiles, and points at Ivy. I was so happy to see her here. "But look, presents," Mistah J  points at a mound of gifts in the corner.

"Gifts!!" I shout. I was so excited! This was the best welcome home I could have hoped for. I wasn't expecting this at all, but I loved the surprise.

Mistah J picks up a gift from the top of the pile, "This one first," he smiles and hands it to me. I look at the royal purple wrapping paper and gold bow. I tear the paper down the center and realize its a picture frame. When I move the paper away I see a picture of Mistah J and I kissing on our wedding day.

"Oh puddin," I say getting misty eyed. "It's our wedding picture. I love it," I say and kiss him. He just looks down at me with the brightest smile, his arms wrapped around my waist. It was so full of wonder and joy. He honestly looked happy. After everything that's happened it's nice to see him actually happy about the good things in our life. We had so much to actually be celebrating. We were newlyweds, we have a baby on the way. Things were perfect.

As I opened presents I came across baby stuff galore. And I can tell that Mistah J actually picked out most of it himself. Everything was definitely his style, his colors. His eyes practically twinkled everytime I seemed to like something. Everyone in that room couldn't help but look at Mistah J's expressions. None of us, and I mean none of us have ever seen him this content. Six months ago I wouldn't have dreamed I would be married to my Mistah J, or having his child. It's like I was living a fairytale.

After the party Mistah J quickly put the men to work. Some cleaned up, some returned to their posts. Ivy smiles and approaches Mistah J and I cuddled on the couch. She brings a small bag from behind her back with a smirk.

"This one is from me," she dangles it by two fingers in front of me.

I grab it and reach into the bag. My fingers feel something silky. I lift it and see a deep indigo purple nighty with maroon ribbons and lace. My jaw drops and I feel myself blushing, that is if I were physically capable.

Mistah J sits up straight with a whistle. "Wow Ivy! Thats way better than my gifts! HaHaHa! Oh yeah, daddy likes!"

"I just surmised that the two of you could use a little...alone time...no matter how revolting your choice of mate is," Ivy rolls her eyes.

"Ah, come on Plant, don't call Harley revolting! HaHaHa!!"

We all three laugh. Mistah J stands up and holds his hand out to me, "What do say we go use Ivy's present?"

I put my hand in his and we go upstairs. Outside our bedroom door Mistah J gently pushes my back into the wall. He slowly brings his lips down to mine and kisses me softly. "My intent wasn't to seduce you. I understand if after...after everything that happened to you...if you don't want anything to do with me. I imagine it will take some time before...before you want a mans touch...But it's ok, I'm prepared to wait."

I was shocked. Mistah J was talking about waiting? As in patience? I was thankful for his understanding, but I didn't need it. I cup both his cheeks, "Puddin, I love you. I know I'm safe with you. I trust you. And most of all, I want you." I kiss him and I feel his hands at my waist.

"It really is ok to tell me no...this time." he reassured me.

"I'm not saying no to you," I smile.

He just peers into my eyes for a minute and I can't tell what he's thinking. Then he lifts me into his arms with ease. His foot kicks open the bedroom door. He walks slowly, never once breaking eye contact with me. He gently lays me on the bed and unbuttons his shirt. Then his pants. Then he sits next to me and lifts my shirt over my head.

He lightly pushes me back. His hands grasp at my breasts and his lips take a nipple. His hands start pushing down my maternity bottoms and panties. When he has me naked his fingers trace every part of me, especially my stomach. He stretches out next to me and shimmies off his boxers.

His fingers trace my jaw, "I don't want to hurt you. I mean if I get on top I squish the baby. If you're on top it wont be comfortable with your cut. On you hands and knees will be putting too much weight on the cut...and..."

"Mistah J? Are you afraid of hurting me or the baby? You aren't going to hurt the baby or me."

Mistah J rolls me onto my side with my back pressed into his chest. He gently lifts my leg and lays it across his thigh. I feel him trailing kisses across my shoulder. Then with the utmost care I feel him intering me. He moves very softly. My head rests on one of his arms, but with the other he places it at the base of my stomach.

He doesn't say anything, not one word the entire time. But the way he kisses me and caresses me was more than enough. It was the most intimate with him that I could imagine being. I felt married. I felt admired and beloved. I waited so long to feel like this with Mistah J.

I get lost in the romance. Before I even realize it I've reached my orgasm with a moan. Moments later I hear a small grunt from Mistah J behind me and he stops moving.

"I love you," I hear him say across my ear.

I smile and see the purple nighty that Ivy gave me on the other side of the bed. "We forgot to use Ivy's gift," I say.

"Oh, so we did," he looks over my shoulder, "well how rude of us. Why don't you ease into the bathroom and try it on," he purrs and kisses my neck. "I don't think I'm done with you yet."