Two of a Kind, Workin' on a Full House

11/27 - 14 weeks

Cara sat on the floor in the closet and cried. She was irritated and hormonal and lonely and frustrated, and it was too much.

She wasn't feeling so tired anymore, which was nice, but she was starting to feel Jamie's absence more keenly. This weeklong road trip had done her in.

She was crying so hard, she didn't even hear him walk up behind her, and she jumped when he said her name.

"Cara? Baby, what's wrong?" he asked frantically as he kneeled in front of her. "Are you ok? Are the babies ok?" His hands were on her shoulders for a split second before she leaped into his arms. "Shhhh," he soothed, rubbing her back, "I'm here, Baby, tell me what's the matter."

"I just ..." she sobbed into his shoulder, "... I need you. I just need you."

"You've got me. Shhh, you've got me. I'm here. You're not hurt though? Nothing's wrong with the babies?"

"No, no, they're fine. We're fine. I'm sorry I scared you," she sniffled, finally catching her breath. "I just ... had a little meltdown, I guess. I'm sorry."

Letting out the breath he'd been holding, Jamie hugged her tight to his chest. "It's ok. As long as all three of you are ok." He said a silent thank you to the heavens and took a long, deep breath, which she repeated.

"I missed you," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

She squeezed him tight. "I missed you more. God, Jamie, I missed you so much. I'm so glad you're home."

"Me too, Baby, me too. So what happened? What got you crying?"

"It's stupid."

"Tell me anyway."

"You're going to laugh at me."

"Probably."

She sat back, smacking him in the shoulder. "Jerk!" But she was fighting a smile.

"I told you I'd never lie to you," he laughed.

"Ugh I hate you," she laughed. "We're fighting now."

He brushed her cheek with his thumb. "Made you smile though."

She smiled up at him softly — and started crying again.

"No, no, don't cry. C'mere." Sitting down, he pulled her into his lap and kissed her tenderly.

She kissed him back, softly at first, but then with more urgency, moving her hand to the back of his head and pulling at his bottom lip with her teeth, turning in his arms and straddling him, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Oh," he gasped.

"I need you."

"Ohhhh." Now he understood. Ok, this he could help with. Carefully, he stood and pulled her up. Still kissing him, she unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, then moved her lips to his neck. He unhooked her bra and pulled it and her t-shirt off together, and the two of them let go of each other long enough to free their arms before they pressed in again. Her hands moved to his waist, unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, pushed them off his hips and let them fall to the floor. His boxers and her panties followed before he picked her up and carried her toward the bed, her legs wrapped around him so tightly he could feel how wet she was, pushing against him, trying to get friction even as he walked.

She was so wound up and pushy it was making his head spin. When he finally had her on the bed, his hands reflexively went to her breasts. He pushed them together and roughly ran his thumbs over her nipples, until she whimpered loudly and he remembered how sensitive they were.

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot," he apologized.

"No, it's ok, keep doing it."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"I don't care. I want you rough. I need it. Fuck, I need ..." she trailed off, clawing at his arms, leaving red marks. "Just do it. Please, just ..."

"I don't want to hurt you," he frowned.

"Please, Jamie. I'll tell you if it's too much, I swear. Just come on. Don't hold back. Please."

Her pleading was too much. He couldn't say no. "Ok ok, but you better tell me if I need to stop." She nodded and squeezed his biceps. He knew normally she was tough and actually got off on a little pain, and he'd read enough to know the babies had a nice cushion, but he wasn't totally sure raging hormones weren't overriding her better judgment on her own body. "I mean it, Cara, stop me if it hurts too much."

"Promise," she said earnestly. "I will, Love. But I am probably gonna make a lot of noise. Don't freak out."

"I'll try. I worry, ok?"

"I know, and I love you. Now will you please just fuck me already?"

"Damn, bossy. Yes ma'am."

Still unsure, he tentatively cupped her breasts. Rolling her eyes and sighing heavily, she put her hands over his and squeezed, hard. Harder than he would have done even when she wasn't pregnant. His eyes went wide, but when she threw her head back against the bed with a high, breathy moan and arched up into his hands, all the blood in his body rushed away from his brain, and instinct was forced to take over.

Keeping his hands where they were, he picked up where he'd left off earlier, ran his thumbs over her nipples and buried his face between them — still surprised and fascinated by how much they'd grown — before he moved his mouth to suckle one, his tongue flicking her nipple and making her writhe underneath him. Her hands threaded into his hair, nails grazed his scalp, gripping but not quite pulling. When he finally had his fill of her breasts, he kissed his way up to her neck, nipped at the join of her shoulder and sucked on her pulse point, tongue flicking at her skin. As he made his way to her mouth, he dipped his hips, grinding against her, making her buck up into him and moan.

"Jamie, please."

As an answer, he covered her mouth with his and fucked into it with his tongue, which sent a wave of goosebumps down her body. Then he pulled one of her legs up around his hip and guided himself inside her, slick and tight around him. He filled her slowly and withdrew just as slowly, dragged along every hypersensitive nerve ending. When she wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him back in, he gave in and started rocking into her, still slow and deliberate but deeper, and she let out a satisfied sigh. He built her up steadily — she was right about being vocal — but couldn't seem to quite hit the spot to really get her off, so while he was buried inside her, he kissed her ear and murmured, "Babe, let me try from behind, yeah?"

Humming her assent, she pulled him up to her mouth for a deep kiss, then let him back off so she could roll over. Once she was up on her hands and knees, he lined up behind her and slammed into her, bottoming out and making her shout, "Fuck, Jamie, yes."

Jamie leaned forward over her back and whispered into her ear, "Is that how you want it, Baby?" while he snapped his hips into her again.

"Mmm, yes," she moaned, "just like that."

Kissing his way down the back of her neck, he ran his hands up her sides to her breasts, held them loosely but squeezed her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he pounded into her. Her squeaks turned into outright cries of pleasure, and she rocked her hips backward to meet him. Still, he wasn't quite hitting her g-spot, so he pressed his palm between her shoulder blades until her head and chest were down on the bed, cushioned by a pillow, and the next stroke had her panting swear words. Satisfied that he was giving her what she needed, he settled into a rhythm and held her hips steady as she quivered and fisted her hands in the sheets.

When she was close, he snaked one hand around to rub her clit, and she quickly fell apart in his hands, shaking and almost sobbing his name. Only then did he allow himself to focus on his own orgasm, and her pulsing finished him off as he slowed to shallower, gentler strokes. Dropping forward onto his free hand, his chest flush against her back, he nipped and kissed at her shoulder before he fell onto his side and pulled her with him so he could curl around her. He continued to absently kiss her shoulder while they both caught their breath.

After a full-body shudder, she turned to face him and buried her face in his chest.

"You ok?" he murmured.

"So much better than ok. That was exactly what I needed. Thank you."

"Anything, anytime," he said and kissed the top of her head.

"You may have to hire me a nurse though. I don't think I can walk anymore."

Jamie chuckled. "I'll be your nurse, Baby."

"That could be either really fun or a total disaster," Cara giggled.

"Hey, what do you mean?" he grumbled, tickling her. "I'd be a great nurse!"

"Stop!" she squealed. "You'd be an amazing nurse! And your first task can be replacing this mattress when you make me pee!"

"Fine, baby bladder. But you be nice to your nurse." Instead of continuing to tickle her, he opted to kiss her senseless.

"Mmmm," she hummed into the end of the kiss. "Now that's what I call patient care."

"Only the best for my baby mama."

"What about your wife?"

"I didn't think I could love anyone more than her, but then I saw that sonogram and I was toast."

"Sweet talker."

"Just telling the truth."

"I love you too, Nurse Jamie." Reaching around to run her hand over his bare ass, she giggled. "Say, any chance I get to see you in a set of scrubs?"

"No," he chuckled.

She batted her eyelashes. "Aww, c'mon, aren't you concerned about my well being?" For extra incentive, she pulled her hand around to the front and up over his balls to the base of his cock, where she stopped.

"That's. Not. Fair," he hissed.

"What, this?" she said innocently as she trailed the tips of her fingers up the length of him, her touch light and teasing.

"You wanna go again?" he growled.

"Yes," she breathed. She had to close her eyes for a second and compose herself. "But not right now." She moved her hand back up to his chest and looked in his eyes again.

"I will go buy some scrubs tomorrow if you want," he offered. "Just promise me you'll finish what you started there."

"Tomorrow's Thanksgiving, silly. The stores will be closed. And we'll be at Molly's house," she smiled.

He kissed her forehead and held her close. "Oh, right. Maybe I'll order them online. I wonder if they come in Victory Green," he giggled, then squeezed her and softly kissed her lips. "Ok, I gotta eat or I'd just stay like this forever. Do you wanna get some rest or come eat with me?" he asked as he sat up.

"Hmmm. This is comfy. But I am hungry. I wasn't totally kidding about not being able to walk, though. I'm jello."

Jamie chuckled. "I can bring you something if you want."

"Tempting. No, no, I need to get up." She rolled over to the edge of the bed and dangled her legs off, then slid down so her feet were on the floor. Jamie came around to stand in front of her.

"Be careful, Cara. If you really are jello, I don't want you falling."

She leaned forward and tested her legs. "I think I'm ok." Taking an experimental step forward, she grabbed onto him. "Ok a little wobbly."

"Nope. Uh-uh. That's it, I'm carrying you."

As he lifted her up, she popped him on the shoulder. "Jamie, stop. I can walk! Just gimme a minute!"

"Nope. Not taking any chances."

"Oh for the love ..." Cara rolled her eyes. "Fine. Bathroom first please, Jeeves."

"Oh my god, you really do have to pee thirty times a day, don't you?"

"Yes I do. Thanks for that, by the way. But we should also clean up and put on clothes."

"But I was planning on sitting in the front window and eating dinner naked," he deadpanned as he deposited her at the bathroom door.

"Just making sure. Sometimes you lose focus when there's food involved."

Laughing, she ducked behind the door and closed it just in time to avoid a pop on her bottom.

...

After dinner, they curled up on the couch with Cara's feet propped up on the ottoman and Jamie's head in her lap where he could turn his head one way to watch tv and the other to kiss her belly. Eventually, he gave up on tv and turned onto his side facing her so he could talk to his babies.

"Hello in there," he murmured. "Did you miss me this week? I missed you." Cara stopped watching tv and looked down at him, but he was focused on her belly and didn't notice, so she just kept combing her fingers through his hair as she smiled and watched him. "I don't think you can even hear me yet, but I love you." He lifted her shirt to kiss her belly and was surprised to see an actual visible bump. He cocked his head sideways and looked up at her, blushed a bit when he saw she was already looking at him, and asked, "When did that happen?"

Cara burst out laughing. "Um, about three months ago, Love, remember?"

Giving her the look, he retorted, "Not that. The bump. I can actually see it now."

"You are aware you had me completely naked not two hours ago, right?"

"I wasn't looking at your belly at the time."

"True."

"Soooo ... when? I was only gone a week!"

"I dunno, like, in the last couple of days? I really only noticed it today, myself," she muttered.

"Ok, what's that face for?"

"What face? Nothing."

"Cara."

"What?"

"Why are you frowning about our babies? Does this have anything to do with why I found you in tears on the floor?"

"How do you do that?"

"I know you. Spill it."

"I couldn't button my pants," she mumbled.

"What?"

Sighing, she repeated, "I couldn't button my pants. My jeans. Any of them."

"Babe, you've got two babies in there. Did you think your jeans would fit until New Year's?"

"No! I just ..." she trailed off, trying not to cry again.

Jamie sat up and put his arms around her. "It's a good thing, Baby. It means they're growing."

"I know," she said, picking at a loose thread on her shirt. "I just ... we haven't told the whole world yet, and I always wear jeans to your games, and now I can't, and people are going to notice, and I'm not going to be able to lie, and ... and ... I'm not ready to be fat yet," she huffed.

Trying hard not to laugh, he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. "You are not fat. You can't fit in your painted-on jeans because you have babies inside your normally flat tummy. No one is going to notice you're not wearing jeans, except maybe — maybe — the other wives who are moms, and they already know. And they know we're not telling everyone yet, so they won't say anything where the anyone can hear. You can wear leggings and my jersey—"

"I am not wearing your jersey, you dork. Talk about advertising that something's weird."

"Fine. You can wear a long sweater or hoodie or something that's loose over your belly. You're not that big, Babe. No one will notice."

"But what about when I am that big?"

"Cara, we can announce it tonight if you want to. If that's what's got you so upset."

"No. No, it's ... it's not that," she sighed. "I'm just being dumb."

"Not dumb."

"Fine, emotional. Hormonal. Whatever. Irrational."

"Maybe," he smiled. "How can I help?"

"You're doing it. Just hold me and listen to me and tell me it's ok."

"It is, y'know. Ok."

"I know."

"Good."

"I know tomorrow is Thanksgiving, but you know what I'm thankful for right now? You. You make everything better."

"What a coincidence. I'm thankful for you. And your amazing body that can drive me crazy and at the same time be growing tiny people inside it. I'm so, so thankful for all three of you."

Notes

Cara hijacked this chapter and made it porn. I ain't even mad at her.