Two of a Kind, Workin' on a Full House

9/27

“Baby, I’m home!” Jamie called. He kicked off his shoes and sighed in relief, dropping his bag and coat in the hallway to be dealt with later. He had just made it to the kitchen when she came flying around the corner and tackled him, jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around him.

“Well hi,” he laughed when she stopped kissing him. “I was only gone four days, y’know.”

“I know, but I missed you,” she sighed, pouting, “and you were only here two days before that.”

“Hey,” he soothed, noticing tears in the corners of her eyes. “I know it’s hard to get back into hockey mode after the summer, but it’ll be ok, Baby. We’ll just make up for lost time when I’m home, yeah?”

Nodding, she kissed him again, even more urgently, and he carried her through the house to the bedroom, where he set her down on the bed and climbed over her, still kissing her as she unbuttoned his slacks and pushed them down his hips. He sat back for a moment and peeled off his t-shirt, dropped down to kiss her again, then pushed his pants the rest of the way off and kicked them off the end of the bed, leaving him in just his boxers. Cara held her breath when he pushed her shirt up, kissing his way up from her belly button. He stopped when he had it past her breasts, kissing around the underside of them.

“No bra? Naughty,” he smirked.

“It was uncomfortable.”

“Not complaining.”

She inhaled sharply as he took one nipple in his teeth. “Easy, Jaws, those are attached.”

“Sorry, I just missed these.” Taking the offended nipple in his mouth, he apologized with his tongue, making her whimper and squirm beneath him.

“You’re sensitive tonight,” he murmured into her skin. “Miss me that much?”

“Something like that.”

Carefully, he pulled her shirt the rest of the way off before nuzzling between her breasts, leaving soft, gentle kisses on each that sent shivers up her spine. She bit her lip as he reached for the waistband of her leggings, stifling a giggle when he spotted the two-inch, round sticker on her belly and scrunched up his face trying to make it out.

“What’s this?”

“Read it,” she smiled.

He got closer and read it out loud. “Hi, Daddy?”

“Mhmm.”

Chuckling, he kissed her belly above the sticker and resumed pulling off her pants. “You’re gonna start calling me Daddy now? I thought that grossed you out.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?” she laughed.

He tossed her clothes on the floor. “Well that’s what you said!”

“Jamie,” she giggled. “Look at where the sticker is, you dope.”

Kissing around it, he hummed, “Mmhmmm …”

Cara was cracking up at this point.

“What’s so funny?”

“Jamie. Sweet, precious, silly Love, it’s not me calling you Daddy.”

“What do you mean, it’s not y—,” His eyes went wide and snapped up to hers. “Wait. You mean … Are you saying … Is it … Oh my god, Cara, is it …” he whispered, “our baby saying ‘Hi, Daddy’? Are you ...?”

Nodding furiously, grinning ear to ear, tears rolling down her face, she reached out to touch his cheek.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked softly, voice and eyes full of wonder and starting to tear up.

“Mhmm.”

“Holy shit!” He kissed all over her belly, kissed the sticker, then came up to kiss all over her face, ending up on her lips, his tears mingling with hers as they giggled and kissed.

Sliding back down to her belly and kissing it again, making her giggle some more, he asked, “When did you find out? Why didn’t you call me? How far along are you? When do we get to see it? Are you feeling ok? Have you been sick?”

“Whoa, slow down, let me answer?”

“Sorry,” he blushed and kissed her belly again. “I’m excited.”

She smiled at him. “Me too, Love.”

Peeling the sticker off and laying his cheek and ear on her belly, he sighed. “Ok, I’m calm. Tell me everything.”

“The baby can’t talk yet, you know,” she giggled.

Sticking his tongue out, he pinched her side, making her shriek. “Then you tell me.”

“Ok,” she laughed, running her fingers through his hair. “I found out Monday. I was a week late, and I was hoping … Anyway, I took three tests, so I’m pretty sure. I really did almost call you. But I wanted to tell you in person.”

“I’m glad you did. So I could do this.”

“Me too. This is way better.”

“So you’re feeling ok?”

“Yeah, so far so good. I don’t think I’m very far along though. Maybe six weeks? My boobs are a little sore, but that’s it.”

“Ohhhhh. That’s why you didn’t want my teeth on you.”

“Yeah. I mean, normally you know I, um, like you a little rough, but that may have to be put on the shelf for a while.”

“No problem. I can be gentle,” he grinned.

Cara smirked. “Oh, I know, ya big teddy bear.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” he winked. “When do we get an official due date?”

“Our first appointment is October 21st. I made sure you’d be home.”

Jamie smiled up at her. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I want you there for all the fun stuff. We should be able to schedule most of it around hockey.”

“I want to be here for all of it. I’m sorry you’re going to have to do so much alone.”

“It’s ok, Love, I won’t really be alone. Molly will be around, and the other wives. They have plenty of practice.”

“You’ll call them if you need to though? If I’m not here and you need something, you promise me you’ll ask them. Don’t try to do everything yourself.”

“Jamie, women have babies all the time. And you’re only gone a few days at a time. We’ll be fine. Besides, I’ll be at work most of the time anyway.”

“Is it safe for you to be around horses? Can’t you take a leave of absence?”

“Nothing is 100% safe. And yes, horses can be dangerous. But I promise I’ll only ride in the arena, and only on horses I trust. I’ll let the other trainers and helpers handle the naughty ones. Lots of women ride well into their pregnancies. My mom rode with all three of us basically until she popped. A lot of people and animals depend on me. I can’t just abandon them for a year.”

“I just worry. They’re so big and you’re so tiny.”

“J, you’ve seen me at the barn. Are you really worried Finn is going to hurt me?”

He laughed. “No, I guess not. He’s more likely to hurt anyone who tries. Ok I’ll try not to hover. Much. Just promise me you’ll be extra careful.”

“I promise. I want this baby as much as you do, remember?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Yeah, ok.”

“Besides, you don’t think I worry about you out there flying around hitting people with knives on their feet?”

“Yeah but I’m not carrying our baby!”

“No, just my heart.”

“Aww. Babe. Do you really worry about me?”

“Of course I do, you idiot. Your job is really dangerous. People get hurt. A lot.”

“Ok fair. I’ll be careful. You be careful. I won’t ask you to give up what you love. I know you wouldn’t ask me to.”

“Never. It’s part of you. I get it. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to wear a visor, though?”

“Oh my god, Mom. No.” He rolled his eyes.

“Worth a shot,” she shrugged.

Jamie pulled her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby daddy.”

Giggling, he rolled onto his stomach and kissed her belly again. “I love you too, in there.”

Cara’s heart felt like it might burst. He was going to be the sweetest dad. She couldn’t wait. She watched him kiss up from her belly button to her breasts, where he left barely-there kisses all over her skin before taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking very, very gently, his big hand cupping the side, supporting its weight without squeezing. It was equal parts sweet, loving, and erotic, and her body responded. She tingled all over.

Softly circling her areola with his tongue, he looked up at her. “Are you, um, interested in finishing what we started earlier? We don’t have to, if it’s too much.”

“I’m pregnant, not dead, Jamie.” She reached to push at his boxers, and he took the message, stripping them off and throwing them across the room. “Besides, I want to do this as much as we can while I still feel good. Who knows how long that will last.”

“Good point.” He hovered over her and kissed her collarbone, her neck, her ear. “Tell me if anything’s uncomfortable, ok?”

“I will,” she breathed, threading her hands in his hair.

When he dipped a finger inside her and ran it up to her clit, she whimpered loudly. “Ok?” he asked, stilling.

“Yeah, just, um, wow. Really sensitive.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Mhmm, yes, fuck yes, just um … softly, I think?”

He reoriented his hand, gently wetting his thumb at her entrance and gliding it up and around her clit, not quite touching the sensitive nub. Cara moaned her approval, so he kept it up while he resumed kissing her, this time on the mouth. It took her about two minutes to come, hard, her whole body shaking as she dug her nails into Jamie’s biceps and shoulder. Slotting his knee between hers, he let her ride it out while he kissed at the hollow of her throat, his hand still except for two fingers softly teasing her entrance.

“Uhhh, wow.”

Jamie chuckled. “So, extra-sensitive. Got it.” He pressed his fingers further inside as he murmured in her ear, “Is it ok if we … Do you want to?”

“Yeah, yeah I want to. God, yes, I really want to. Just maybe, um, not … all of you, at first? If that’s ok?”

“Yeah, of course, we can take it slow. Whatever you need.” Pushing her legs further apart, he lined himself up and slowly, gently pushed inside. “Tell me if it’s too much, ok?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded. He kissed her as he rocked into her, a little at a time, until she whimpered again, and he backed off.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Not really, just … Everything is so … I dunno. So intense? I’m sorry.”

“No no no, don’t be sorry.” He kissed her forehead. “Why don’t we try you on top. Then you can do whatever feels good to you.”

“Ok,” she smiled. “That might help.”

Jamie arranged their pillows against the headboard and sat back. Cara straddled his lap, and after a few adjustments, got into a comfortable rhythm with her hands braced on his chest. Once he felt her relax a little, he let himself lift his hips to meet her just a bit and was relieved when she threw her head back and let out a swear-laden moan he recognized as pleasure rather than pain.

She quickened her pace but had to cross her arms over her chest to stop the bouncing, which threw off her angle and made her frown in frustration. Jamie solved the problem by gently cupping her breasts, freeing her arms to support her weight while also giving him an avenue to touch without hurting her. It was an experimental dance, but they managed, and the closer she got to orgasm, the less she noticed any discomfort, leaning into his hands and taking all of him. After she collapsed against him, he only needed a few quick thrusts before finding his own release.

Nestling into him, she kissed his jaw and murmured “I love you.”

Jamie wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “I love you so much. Both of you.” He felt her smile into his shoulder and then sigh, her body relaxing so much he wondered if she’d fallen asleep. Curious, he ran a hand down her back and over the curve of her hip, but got no reaction. He chuckled softly, deciding to just hold her and enjoy it for a few minutes.

When he started losing circulation to his legs, he carefully rolled onto her side of the bed, cradling her head and back until she was resting on her side and he could disengage. Tucking her under the covers, he padded off to the bathroom to clean up a bit, then fished his phone out of his pants pocket on the floor, slid in next to her and propped himself up on one elbow to watch her sleep for a bit. He couldn’t resist snapping a quick photo — she looked so peaceful, her lips curled into a tiny smile, her hair a golden halo framing her face. Setting his phone on the nightstand, he watched her a bit longer and then brought her hand up to his pillow and drifted off to sleep holding it.

Two hours later, Cara opened her eyes to find herself trapped under half of a rather heavy hockey player. When she tried to roll away, his arm tightened around her.

“No, stay,” he mumbled.

Chuckling, she tried to pry his arm away. “I need to get up.”

“No, you need rest. Stay.”

“Love, please let me up.”

“But I want to snuggle.”

“Jamie, I really need to get up.”

“But I’m comfortable.”

“You’re not gonna be comfortable if you don’t let me up and I pee in this bed.”

“Oh.”

“Now.”

He quickly rolled off of her, and she sprinted to the bathroom, returning a couple minutes later and climbing back into her nice cozy spot.

“Rule 1: Do not get between the pregnant girl and the bathroom for any reason.”

“Got it. Any other rules I should know?”

“I’ll text you a list,” she giggled. “Did I … um. Did I actually fall asleep on you earlier?”

“Yes,” Jamie giggled back. “I would’ve been offended, but it was cute.”

“Oh god I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok, really. You were obviously wiped out.”

“I have been kinda tired, I guess. I’ve just been looking forward to you getting home all week, and I wanted everything to be perfect.”

“Everything isperfect. You’re perfect. We’re having a baby. I’m so happy, Cara,” he whispered, placing his hand over her belly and kissing her cheek.

A tear rolled onto the pillow. “Me too.”

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