Two of a Kind, Workin' on a Full House

2/14 - 26 weeks

Jamie heard Cara stomp into the house, cursing. He winced a little when he heard her throw her boots against the wall, but he knew if she was that pissed off, she was probably ok, at least physically. So he waited for her to come into the bedroom, then stood in her path and quietly wrapped his arms around her. Slowly, she relaxed into him, her arms around his waist, and took a deep breath.

“Ok?” he asked softly.

“Better now,” she mumbled into his chest.

“Good. Why don’t you take a nice long bath before dinner?”

“Jamie, I really don’t want to go out,” she began.

“I know. I canceled our reservations. We’re eating here.”

Tilting her head back, she squinted up at him.

“I could tell from your text,” he chuckled. “I’m not that stupid.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin your Valentine’s Day.”

“You’re not ruining anything.” He cupped her cheek in his hand and tenderly kissed her lips while bringing his other hand to her growing belly. “I’m still having a nice dinner with my girls.”

“You’re too sweet to me,” she sighed, then frowned. “And your daughters are in trouble.”

“Uh oh. What did the little maniacs do now?”

“Aside from nearly making me wet my pants?” Jamie bit back a smile. “Don’t you dare laugh. The little shits are so big now that I can’t fucking ride anymore. My balance is shot.”

Jamie’s face went a little pale and his brow creased. “You didn’t fall, did you?”

“No, no. I’m being really careful, I promise. But when I was on Shiloh this afternoon, I just didn’t feel stable at all. Partly because these two,” she poked the side of her belly, “wanted to be all over here on one side. And doing gymnastics.”

“I’m sorry, Baby.” He kissed her forehead. “I know you were hoping to go longer before you had to give it up.”

“Yeah well you’ll just have to make it up to me since it’s your fault.”

“My fault eh?”

“Yup. Your spawn, your fault,” she smirked.

“Pretty sure they’re your spawn too. And girls like you. So they must be shits like you too.”

“Rude!”

Dodging a smack, he giggled as he pinned her arms down and held her close. “I love you, ya shit.”

“Uh huh. I feel real loved.” Cara stuck her tongue out, but Jamie took the opportunity to bite at it and kiss her, deeper this time, and she melted into it, hands on his hips since she couldn’t quite reach his ass.

When they finally broke apart, he smiled at her and brushed back a lock of hair that had pulled loose from her ponytail.

“Go have your bath. Then put on a sexy dress, or some flannel pajamas, whatever you want, and join me on the back porch. About an hour from now?”

“Ok,” she smiled.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

…

“Oh, Jamie, this is …” he heard behind him. Smiling, he turned around, and his jaw hit the floor.

“I. Wow. I was uh. Wow. Just joking about the sexy dress. But ok. Wow.”

“I didn’t want it to go to waste just because we weren’t going out tonight. Jame, this is beautiful. And the food smells amazing.”

“You’re beautiful,” he replied softly, stepping toward her. She was wearing a long, slinky red dress with long sleeves that left her shoulders bare, and her hair was down in loose curls. He ran his hand through it and down the curve of her shoulder before leaning in to kiss her, long and slow.

They both smiled into the end of the kiss, and Cara looked up at him with such adoration in her eyes he thought he would burst.

“You make me feel beautiful. Even when I’m a pregnant cow.”

“You are beautiful. Pregnant or not. But especially pregnant. You’re just … I don’t have words for how beautiful you are. Gorgeous. Stunning. Amazing. Incredible.”

“Ok stop,” she giggled, musical and happy, and pushed at his chest. He took the opportunity to pull her hand up to his lips and kiss her palm.

“For now. C’mon, let’s eat before I drag you back to the bedroom and the food gets cold,” he grinned.

Jamie had grilled salmon and vegetables and made garlic bread and non-alcoholic sangria, and he had lit candles around the patio and had a fire going in the fireplace. He pulled out her chair for her, and when she was seated comfortably, he kissed her cheek before taking a seat across from her at the little cafe table.

“Jamie, this is amazing. I can’t believe you did all this tonight.”

“It really wasn’t that much. I just wanted you to be comfortable.”

Taking a bite of her salmon, Cara moaned. “This is so good.”

“Good,” he smiled. “I know it’s not as fancy as you could get in a restaurant, but I think the atmosphere is pretty good.”

Cara, smiling, reached across the table and laid her hand over his. “The atmosphere is perfect. The food is perfect. You’re perfect. Thank you, Love.”

“You’re perfect,” he replied softly, turning his hand over to squeeze hers. “And you’re welcome.”

They finished dinner in relative quiet, just a little small talk about work and a quick contest of who had the most aches and pains (Jamie won, but only because he’d taken a puck to the one unprotected part of his shoulder blade and had a massive bruise to show for it, in addition to the usual muscle soreness.) When they were done eating, Jamie pushed back his chair, stood, and extended his hand to Cara.

“May I have this dance?” he smiled.

Returning his smile, she put her hand in his and let him pull her into his arms and spin her around gently, into the open space away from the table. Jamie pulled out his phone and turned up the volume on the music playing through the patio speakers, and Jack Johnson’s “Better Together” drifted out into the night.

“You did a playlist just for tonight, didn’t you?” she smiled up at him.

He couldn’t contain the dimples as he nodded. “Yeah. I wanted to dance with you.”

“I wish I could get closer,” she sighed, leaning forward to rest her cheek on his chest.

“We’ll just have to improvise.” Stepping back, he pulled her face up into a kiss, then turned her around and wrapped his arms around her. He held her hands and kissed her cheek, swaying to the music and holding her tightly against him.

Smiling, she leaned back into him and squeezed his hands. “You always know how to make me happy. You’re magic.”

They danced that way for a couple of songs, Jamie’s lips attached to Cara’s temple, both their eyes closed, his hands cradling her belly, thumbs rubbing softly, her hands on his arms.

“Mmm, I want to dance with you all night,” she said after the second song, “but my feet are telling me no.”

“I can carry you,” he murmured into her ear. She could feel his smile against her skin.

Giggling, she shook her head and reached up to stroke his cheek. “Not quite the same, Love. Besides, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Oh please you still weigh nothing,” he scoffed. A kiss on her cheek and the next thing she knew, he had swept her off her feet and was twirling around the patio.

“Jamie! Put me down you nut!” she squealed.

“Mmm nope.”

“Ok ok you proved your point, big, strong man.”

“Yes I have. If my tiny pregnant wife wants to dance all night, we dance.”

Cara threw her head back and laughed. Jamie’s dimpled smile made her heart flutter. Lacking a coherent thought, she leaned in for a kiss — long, slow, and meaningful. She wasn’t even aware he had walked toward the house until he broke the kiss to ask her to open the door.

“My hands are full. Can you reach?” he mumbled against her lips.

“What about our dinner dishes?”

“We can get them later.”

“Later?”

“After.”

“Oh.”

“Mhmm.”

“Mmm ok.”

When he reached their room, he set her on her feet and stared quietly into her eyes for a moment.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, fingers trailing from her temples down to her shoulders and back up to cradle her face as he leaned down to kiss her.

Somewhere in the kiss Jamie’s hands meandered around to the nape of her neck, pausing to weave into her hair for a bit, tugging ever so slightly before moving on down her spine — which prompted the softest little moan, a faint vibration against his mouth — to unzip her dress. He took the time, never breaking the kiss, to feel the curve of her ass before slipping back up to pull the dress down her arms and off. Letting it fall to the floor, he turned his attention to her bra, which he deftly unhooked and let drop as well.

“Mmmm not so fast.” Cara caught the hem of his shirt as he started to kiss his way down to her chest. She tugged upward, and Jamie obliged, pulling the shirt the rest of the way off. “Mhmm, all of it,” she nodded, and his pants followed the shirt to the floor.

“Happy?” he smiled.

“Nearly.”

Jamie just laughed and stripped out of his underwear. Then pulled her into a heated kiss, one hand wandering across bare skin while the other tangled in her hair.

Hands roamed across his shoulders and over his chest, around to his back, but when they still couldn’t quite reach his ass, she groaned in frustration.

Chuckling, he broke the kiss and gave her a sympathetic look before rolling his eyes and turning around. Gleefully, she got both hands on cheeks and gave them a good, healthy squeeze, followed by fingertips grazing along the underside and then up his back to his shoulder blades. Her open lips pressed between them, and the tip of her tongue left a wet trail down his spine as she sank to her knees.

“Baby, what are you do … oh.” He chuckled a bit, then yelped as she nipped at his ass cheek with her teeth.

“I. Love. This. Ass.”

He couldn’t help but giggle and let her get her fill. And he couldn’t resist flexing his glutes just a bit for her. It felt good to be the object of her desire. He worked hard on that ass — not to impress anyone, just to play hockey, but he could admit he understood the attraction. He loved her tight little equestrian ass too. And her hands and mouth on his body weren’t exactly unwelcome. Whatever got her going was good with him.

“This is the most perfect ass on the face of the earth.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he forgot his amusement when she slid one hand around his hip, cupping his balls for a moment before pulling her fingers up to give him a couple of long, slow strokes. Meanwhile, her wet mouth climbed up the right side of his back and around his shoulder as she pivoted around to stand in front of him. He kissed her then — first her lips, then her neck — hands finding her breast and her hair, one caressing, the other nearly pulling.

“You drive me crazy,” he growled in her ear.

She responded with another long, slow tug and a nip at his ear that had him moaning “fuck” into her skin while he mouthed his way down her collarbone to the valley between her pregnancy-full breasts.

As he worked his way lower, she had to release him, instead threading her fingers into his hair, tightening her grip when he toyed with one sensitive nipple, heart nearly bursting when he paused to place a sweet kiss on each twin’s head. Once he was on his knees, he slowly pulled her panties down, hands gliding down the outside of her legs and back up the inside, big eyes focused on her face, lips resting on her belly.

“Fuck, Baby, so wet. I wanna taste.” His fingers opened her up and his head disappeared out of sight, tongue sending a jolt of electricity through her that had her legs quivering.

“Do you want to sit? Lie down?”

“I just want you to keep doing that.”

Jamie laughed. “Get comfortable and I’ll do it as long as you want.”

“Ok,” she smiled. It took a few adjustments, but lying on her side with a pillow behind her back turned out to be the best position for both of them. She huffed in frustration and muttered an apology, but Jamie just propped himself on his forearms and kissed his way up her inner thigh.

“No need for that,” he shushed between kisses. “Whatever you need to enjoy this. Relax, hmmm?” That last was hummed against her lips as he kissed his way between them, and she could only whimper her assent.

Slowly, gently, he took her apart with his mouth and hands. She came twice before she was begging him to fuck her.

“Jamie please. I need you.”

With a last drawn-out kiss that sent a shockwave through her, he dragged his mouth up her body, stopping to close his lips around her nipple, sucking and teasing with his tongue, lingering until he had her moaning again, sitting back and pulling her leg over his shoulder as he gently pushed inside of her.

Slowly, he found what was comfortable for both of them and built up a rhythm, made it last until they were both ready to explode, then made a few quick, deep thrusts that had her gasping and digging her nails into his hips, her orgasm pulling him across the finish line.

Falling to the bed beside her, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips, soft and breathless, then murmured “I love you” into her neck as he nuzzled into it and wrapped himself around her.

They lay quietly for a while, spent and sated. Jamie’s lips rested on Cara’s collarbone, and her finger idly played connect-the-dots with the freckles on his shoulders. As was usually the case when she was still for long enough, the twins woke up and started jostling for position, much to Jamie’s delight.

“Hello, girls, are you awake now?” he asked, following their movements with his hand that had been resting on them. “You two play nice in there with mommy’s internal organs.”

Cara giggled. “Never.”

“Hey now, just because you’re beautiful and I’m in love with you doesn’t mean you can talk shit about my perfect angels.”

“Oh yes, perfect angels, just like their father.”

“Exactly. Just ask my mum.”

“I have.”

“And? Was I not the most perfectest child to ever exist?”

“Mhmm. Yes. Never did anything wrong in your life, in fact.”

“That’s right.”

“Except for beat up your brother.”

“Hey, I was provoked.”

“And get your sister in trouble.”

“She was a bully!”

“Mhmm. There’s a list. Should I keep going?”

“No. You should not. We don’t want to give the girls any ideas.”

“Indeed.”

“You’re mean.”

“You’re a baby.”

“No, I’m the baby. A distinction that you also hold, I might add.”

“Yes but I was a perfect angel.”

“Oh you can’t even say that with a straight face.” Sure enough, when he looked up at her, she was trying desperately to stifle a laugh, and as soon as they made eye contact, she failed spectacularly.

“Nope. Not a chance. Holy terror is more like it.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed into her lips, “some things never change.”

“Mmmmmnope.” She kissed him back, mirth dissolving into tenderness, a long, lazy kiss full of love.

When they finally separated, she glanced at the clock. “We should go clean up.”

Jamie smiled and kissed her sweetly. “Nope. You should relax. I should go clean up.”

“Love, no. You did all the work — and I mean all the work,” she grinned. “I should at least help.”

“No ma’am, you should not. You had a rough day, my daughters are being monsters, and. I. want. to. spoil. you.”

“Oh it’s like that, is it?”

“Mhmm yup.”

“Well, spoil away, sir. My feet and back thank you.”

“Feet still hurt?”

“All the time, Love.”

“Hmmm. Noted.”

Cara squinted at him but knew she’d get no answers, so she let it go.

With one more quick kiss, Jamie rolled out of bed, threw on some shorts, and went to clean up the dinner mess. When everything was put away, he refilled Cara’s water bottle, took out the cup of chocolate mousse he had stashed in the refrigerator earlier, grabbed a spoon, and headed back to the bedroom.

The love of his life was sitting, propped against three pillows, eyes closed, hands on her belly, singing along softly to the song coming through the bluetooth speaker on her nightstand. He stood and watched for a bit, until she grimaced and quit singing.

“You ok?” he asked softly.

She only jumped a little. “Mmmyeah. Monster A just needed a stretch, I guess. How long were you watching me?”

“Not long,” he smiled. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Whatcha got there?”

“Dessert,” he grinned.

“My hero. But where’s yours?”

“This is mine.”

She frowned. “Then where’s mine?”

“Oh did you want some?”

“Jamie Benn, you are taking your life in your hands coming in here and teasing me with chocolate.”

Sitting down next to her, he handed her the water and laughed. “This is for both of us, Babe. But you can have as much as you like.”

“I knew I married the right guy,” she said with a kiss.

Propping himself on one elbow next to her, he lifted a spoonful of the mousse to her lips.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing.”

Taking a bite for himself, he agreed. He continued to spoon-feed her until the dessert was all gone, then set the cup on the nightstand and gave her a sweet, soft kiss before lying back down with his head in her lap.

“Hello, sweet girls. Mommy says you’ve been naughty today. Can you please be good girls for me? I don’t like it when Mommy is upset or uncomfortable. And I have to leave tomorrow before you get home, so I won’t be able to talk to you for a few days. I want you two to be nice while I’m gone, ok? I promise I’ll tell you a story when I get home.”

Cara combed her fingers through his hair as he talked to them. This was her favorite time of any day, but he had made this day so special that her heart was extra full.

“Thank you for tonight, Love. It was incredible.”

“Not over yet.”

“What else can you possibly have up your sleeve? It’s already perfect.”

Kissing his way down her leg, he picked up one foot and began digging into the arch with his thumbs.

“Oh. Oh god.” She threw her head back against the pillows and moaned, long and a little loud. “Fuck yes, my fucking knight in shining armor.”

“This will never not amuse me, you know.”

“I can’t help it. Fuck, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

Sitting up for better leverage, he continued the foot massage for a while before switching to the other foot, all the while laughing softly at her orgasmic swearing. When he had finished, she looked practically wrecked. Hands fisted in the sheets, head thrown back, hair a mess. She was the most beautiful thing in the world.

He crawled up to give her a hot kiss before helping her up off the bed and following her into the bathroom to get ready for sleep. He couldn’t help thinking he had pretty much nailed this Valentine’s Day thing. Especially when she pinned him against the bathroom counter and kissed him stupid. Yep, definitely nailed it.

Notes

Cara's dress