ROLEPLAY HQ - right-place-right-time

TW: Adult themes, alcohol, language & more TBD.

Thursday night had arrived and Michael had been given the night off, away from his partner and child to relax himself. He’d arranged for a few of his friends to meet him at his local pub for a catch up and a few drinks, the football was on too. Michael was 6ft 1. The modern man. Tall, dark and handsome. He looked after himself mentally and physically. Worked out, played football for the pub team on Sunday mornings. He dressed well, enjoyed the look sharp. Fresh hair cut, gentle stubble or beard. His teeth her whitened. He’d dressed casually tonight. A pair of ripped navy jeans, a white tee and an oversized checkered shirt, red, blue and white over the top. A pair of white Nike trainers finished the wardrobe. The last of his 3 friends arrived, an hour later than the rest. Dan, Shaun and Mark accompanied eachother. Laughed and caught up over the last 3 weeks since they’d seen eachother, they were all dads, usually play golf together but the poor weather hadn’t allowed them to do so. Michael’s pint glass emptied and he approached the bar to buy a round for the table. He new the barmaid, Cassandra. “A round please Cass” he asked her softly, she was busy, but she knew he was waiting. “You’re next my love”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Friday was the start of the school year. Why it started on a Friday no one knew. Carla had been in school preparing to meet her new students tomorrow and finish the final touches of her classroom. Her and a few friends decided to go out for a few casual drinks at the end of Thursday night. Going to the local pub. Carla was new in town and was still learning where the good places where to go. Carla stood at 5’5 however with her work heels on she was just hitting the 5’7 mark. Her dark hair was past her shoulders, and her eyes always stood out. A mixture between blue and grey. Carla wore her tight skinny jeans that hugged her curves paired with a blouse that showed off a little cleavage. Apart from her heels which were the only formal part about her outfit. Something more comfortable than what she would wear the rest of the school year. Carla approached the bar just after Michael. Not initially paying much attention, until someone bumped in to her, nudging her in him. “I am so sorry.” She smiled steadying herself. @Mr Writes

Michael turned to his right as one of the elderly gentlemen stumbled, slightly pushing Michael off balance and into a women’s next to him. A soft voice immediately apologised. Michael smiled as the dark hair grew into view. “I’m sorry ma’am” Michael offered the young lady his own apology, as the elderly gentleman did the same. “Not your fault.” Michael smiled gently, reassuring the young lady. Cass approached the bar with four pints. “& I’ll pay for whatever this young lady is having” he nodded to Cass for her to take the order, handing her his bank card in a swift motion. “Please, I insist”. Michael offered to the woman he’d nudged. His eyes getting a better look of the woman infront of him as he paused for her to make her order so that he could have his bank card back. She was shorter than him, but had a lot of things that he enjoyed in a woman, admittedly only in the few seconds he’d seen of her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No please don’t apologise, I’m fine” she smiled to the older man behind him. Before looking up at him again. “Thank you for your offer but I can get my own drink…” which was met with the rebuttal of him asking again what she would like to drink. “Can I have a double vodka coke Please” she smiled at the barmaid. Before turning her attention to the man next to her. “You didn’t have to buy me a drink. Next ones on me…I’m Carla.” She smiled “and I’m wayy to young to be a ma’am” she laughed softly, pushing her hair back with her fingers. Checking him out a little. Not noticing the wedding band. When Cass returned with her drink, she sipped it softly. Not wanting to go back to her seat just yet as she could feel her friends eyes beading into her. @Mr Writes

Michel smiled from Carla to the barmaid as she agreed to his offer. She introduced himself and Michael did the same, offering her his hand to gently shake. “Michael. Pleasure” he smiled. “Well, you don’t look too old” he smirked playfully. He hadn’t noticed she’d checked him out subtly. “Out with the girls?” He asked. Whistling and “he’s cute Carla” could be heard calling from the end of the bar. Michael laughed gently. “Don’t be embarrassed” he raised his eyebrows teasingly. “I’ll let you get back to your table of questions” he picked his four beers up and turned to his friends table, making his way over. She was hot he thought to himself. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla went slightly red. “Thank you for my drink…Michael.” She smiled. Making her own way over to the table her friends sat at. “Will you guys pack it in! I bumped into him. It was just a nice guy, being nice. Since it’s a school night…this is my last one.” She took another drink. Looking over her shoulder slightly towards his table. The bar had started to quiet down, only a few tables left. Some of Carla’s pals had went home already. Only two of them were left at the table with Carla. “I should think about going soon too..” she said as she down her drink. “You should go get his number. If not for you, for me” Lucy, one of her pals said with a mock sexy growl. “Behave” Carla laughed back. The table full of laughs could be heard throughout the bar

8:20 PM

@Mr Writes

“He’s been looking over here just like you keep looking over there” Lucy told Carla. 10 minutes later, Michael stood up from the table and made his way outside, reaching for his phone. He was about to call for a taxi. It was his day off tomorrow, but he had plans, so didn’t want to stay out too late. He’d only had 3 beers, so he wasn’t drunk, but he shouldn’t be driving. He heard the sound of heels clipping the ground behind him. He turned to see the noise, it was Carla. “Following me?” He asked jokingly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It looks that way doesn’t it.” Carla laughed softly, wrapping her jacket around her. “I sadly have work tomorrow, so I’m heading home. Where are you off to??” She asked pulling her own phone out. “I’m just going to be straightforward here..” she said taking his phone out his hand adding her number in. “I owe you a drink anyways” she smiled @Mr Writes

Michael’s phone left his hand and was immediately being used by Carla to enter her number. He nodded, smiling. “That’s right, you do owe me a drink”. “How are you getting home?” He asked as she handed him back his phone. He hadn’t yet answered her question on where he was off to. His eyes travelled her again, more thoroughly than before. He had a better view now. It wasn’t so cramped and tight. She possessed things he liked in a woman. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I am going to phone a taxi” she smiled handing his phone back. She ran her hands through her hair, before wrapping her jacket tighter. “How about you?” She smiled at him. Her breath visible in the cold air

10:33 PM

@Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “Let’s share one?” He suggested. “If you’re comfortable doing that with a stranger” he smiled. Her hands explored her hair before wrapping her jacket tighter round her body. It was cold tonight. “Where is it you’re going, is it far?” Oliver asked, waiting for either of them to call the taxi company. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m going to the new estate up near the Morrisons. Can you tell that I’m new to town..” she smiled, leaning closer to him. Clicking her address on his taxi app. “Why don’t you come back to mine, have that drink that I owe you..” she smiled at him. Still close to him @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. He knew the area. “What brings you here then?” He asked, closing the app. The taxi would be 5 minutes. His right arm reached out to hers, he stroked her forearm gently. They were close enough to do so as she suggested coming to his. Had she not seen his wedding ring? Did she not care if she had seen it? He was intrigued. He bit his lower lip, his eyes glancing at her cleavage between the buttons on her blouse. “Sure, if you’re happy to have a guest.” His smile grew larger. She was different to his wife. In a way he preferred. @Mrs Writes 💓

“If you don’t mind a little bit of mess, as I can’t remember how I left my house when I ran out the door this morning..” she laughed softly. Looking up at him. She hadn’t noticed his ring. “And I’ve moved for work. Tomorrow is my first day. So it’s a one more drink night for me sadly..” @Mr Writes

“you don’t seem the messy type” he smirked playfully. “I don’t mind. It’s you that has my attention, not any mess”. He said, flirtatiously & honestly, the words left his lips. “That’s exciting though, new changes, new area. Lots of opportunities!” Michael said. His friends left the door to the pub and began to walk home. They saw the situation infront of them but said nothing, shouted nothing inappropriate. They understood what was infront of them. The taxi pulled into the car park and Michael opened the door for Carla to get in. He tapped her backside gently as she did, before he slid in after her, closing the door. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla got into the taxi feeling him tap her as she got in. Blushing slightly. what is wrong with you Carla! she thought as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She smiled as Micheal got into the car. “So have you stayed here your whole life?” She placed a hand on his thigh. Running it up and down as she spoke Her other hand playing with a rip in her jeans. This was his time to announce he had a wife. Not that it would change anything that was about to happen @Mr Writes

Michael felt her hand travel up and down his thigh as the taxi moved away. He welcomed her touch. He tingled at her gentle touch up and down his thigh. “Mmhmm, I’ve lived here my whole life. Grew up here, now I work at the local hospital.” He smiled. “Busy work” he laughed. He sat to her left. His right hand joined hers at a rip in her jeans, playing with the fabric with her. Was this a distraction for them both, or a metaphor to take them off at the earlier opportunity? “Why have you moved then? Where are you from originally?” He asked, interested in knowing more. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m from up north.” She smiled “You look the doctor part, can’t lie there” she laughed softly. Feeling a heat rush between her legs as he joined her playing with the loose fabric that was around her knees. “Tell me more about yourself?” She smiled biting her lip softly as she moved her hand further up his thigh. @Mr Writes

“I thought I could sense a slight accent. It’s cute, it’s hot…” he paused with a smile as she complimented his job. “I’m a male nurse, but close enough” he smirked with her. He paused for a moment as she wanted to know more of him, his tooth slightly visible as she bit her lower lip as her hand explored his thigh. “I’m 29. A nurse. Aquarius”. He paused. “I have a son, Milo. He’s my best friend” Michael’s smile grew at the mention of his pride and joy. “He starts primary school tomorrow. I’m terrified” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

The mention of his son starting primary school tomorrow didn’t even cross her mind that she might be his teacher. This was a big town with two different primary schools. “I bet your his bestfriend too. I like how you added your an Aquarius, but that means nothing to me baby. “ she smirks “unless Aquarius have a bigger package that I need to know about” she laughed softly. “And don’t be terrified, he will thrive in school. The first day is the best. I’m letting my parents come early tomorrow to play with their little ones for an hour before the end of the day. Mainly for my mental state. 32 5 year olds myself…”

1:25 AM

“I’m sorry I’m rambling” she blushed slightly. Clearly nervous as they had pulled up outside her house. She lent forward tapping her card first before Micheal had the chance. Getting out of the car, she walking to the house first, opening the door for him. “Excuse any mess” she smiled as she went inside.

“You’re a teacher?” He said, his smile growing. It was attractive for a woman to have a career, a passion. It’s also very attractive for a woman to be good with children. “I bet you’re fantastic with children…” he smiled. He bit his lower lip as he followed her to her front door. “Well, if you see my package, you’ll have to be the judge” he smirked playfully, following her inside. “You live alone?” He asked, closing the door behind them both as she slipped off her heels. “So, that drink?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I do live alone..even tho your a stranger so I should probably not admit that. What would you like?” She goes to the kitchen, opening the cupboard dedicated to alcoholic drinks. “Choice is yours” she smiles, going onto her tippy toes as she reaches for two glasses. Her ass softly bouncing as she returns to her feet

1:30 AM

@Mr Writes

“I mean no harm to you tonight, just similar interests I expect” he bit his lower lip this time, as he leaned against the kitchen worktop opposite from the cupboard she was reaching for. His view one he could get used to. “You’ve got a great figure, you know…” he complimented her. “Shall we share a wine?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Thank you” she smiled, her cheeks flushed as she blushed. Which was more obvious in the light of the kitchen. “Be my guest” She stood infront of him, holding the two wine glasses for him as he poured. “Your shirts a little to baggy for me to be able to compliment you back…you should get rid of it..”

1:34 AM

@Mr Writes

Both glasses of wine were filled as Carla requested he removed his shirt. He placed his place on the worktop, handing hers to her to hold as he stood infront of her, pulling his shirt through his sleeves before dropping it to the floor, soon joined by his plain white tee. His torso bare and staring at her. Michael remained silent. It was time for her to say how she felt now he’d followed her command. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Damm” she smiled, biting her lip as she gently ran a hand over his abs. She took a drink of her wine, before walking to the opposite side of the kitchen putting it down. She turned around “I mean it’s only fair…” as she walked back towards him, slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse. Exposing more of her upper body, until it was on the floor with his clothes. Standing in front of him with only a black bra with lace details left on her upper body @Mr Writes

Michael watched as she turned to face him, her hands working the blouse before it was released. Her bra staring at him, her breasts perk and inviting. They both admired their views, biting their lower lips. Resisting eachother was off the list. “Mm..” He moaned gently, admiring the view. Her body type curvaceous. He adored it. It suited her and it was something he wanted. “Y’know, you’re my type…” he told her. He panted at the prospect of having her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You were my type the second you bought me a drink” she smirked, running her hand down this body to his belt. Stopping as she ran a single finger between if and his jeans. “Maybe we should skip the last drink..” she smiled up at him as she undone his belt. “Oops..” @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lower lip again, as her confidence between to ooze and flow. He nodded. His cock tingling at her touch being so close. His hands reached out to her, pulling her closer than she already was and she worked at his jeans. His hands wrapped round her back, unhooking her bra, her breasts falling out as he dropped the lace to the floor. “Oops” he repeated. “Come on, there’s a very comfortable looking couch behind us…” he started to walk backwards as she continued to unbotton his jeans. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla pushed his trousers to his ankles before gently pushing Micheal back onto the couch. Standing in front of him, she slowly undoes her own jeans. Sliding them down past her wider hips, then down her legs, stepping out of them as they reach her ankles. She smirks down at him before straddling him on the couch. “Only fair if we’re both in our pants only right?” Carla whispered softly before leaning in kissing him for the first time. @Mr Writes

Michael stares as Carla’s hips and waist take control of his eyes. Michael nods as she straddles him across his thighs, her laced, black underwear resting against his skin. His lips join hers as she initiates a passionate, flamed filled kiss. Lust oozing between them. His hands explore her bare skin between her chest and waistline. Soft and smooth. “It’s important to be fair and share…” he whispered between kisses, the only time he could. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla rolled her hips against him slightly as they continued to kiss. “Thankfully you don’t have to share me” she smiled as the kiss naturally parted for a few seconds before his lips lustfully crashed against hers again. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, before she allowed one of her hands to find his, stopping his wandering and placed it onto her breast @Mr Writes

Carla’s hips rolled numerous times against his waistline and crotch. He was fighting the urge for his cock to grow, pressing against his underwear. So far, no guilt had entered his mind. This was something truly missing from his life with his wife. This confidence was something he craved from a woman. His right hand was guided to her breast, he squeezed, exploring it before resting back on it. She had a fantastic size breasts, from what he could feel at least. “You’re very sexy.” He whispered against her lips as their kissing showed no signs of ending. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla moaned a soft subtle moan as he exploded her breasts. Slowly biting his lower lip throughout the Kiss. Her hand ran down his torso, feeling his abs, travelling down to the waistband of his boxers. Slipping a finger between the elastic and his skin. Waiting for his consent before daring to do anything else. @Mr Writes

The first hint of an enjoyful moan crossed the room as it left her lips, her hips continuing their hard work against his waist. Her teeth teasing his lip as she bit gently. His cock twinged as her hand stopped. What was she waiting for? He paused, slapping her butt, catching her silk underwear cleanly. “Explore?” He whispered playfully, waiting for her hand to continue its journey. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Take them off then…” she smirked as the sting of his slap faded. Moving off him to allow him to so do. Sitting facing him on the couch, she laid back, slipping of her own underwear, flinging it elsewhere in the living room. Trying not to make it obvious that she had checked out his cock before sitting up, kissing him as her hand went straight down. Stroking his length as their kiss trailed on. She could feel the subtle twitch in his cock as her soft delicate hand had explored it for the first time. @Mr Writes

Michael stared at the view he had. Carla lay infront of him for a moment, picture perfect. Her perfectly kept, waxed pussy came into view briefly as she stretched her legs before returning to him. Michael leaned his back against the back of the sofa, biting his lower lip in appreciation as the palm of her hand explored his cock, which had quickly become hard. His right hand cupped her chin, bringing her lips to his to kiss, his other hand removing his boxers, shuffling them off his legs, flinging them in the same direction her own underwear had landed. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smirked against their kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth as their kiss continued. As she stroked his cock, her hand moved it up slightly. Using the tip of him to rub her own pussy. Letting out a soft moan against his lips. She pressed her forehead against his as their kiss broke. Grinding her hips against him softly. Wanting him to take over. @Mr Writes

He smirked as her hips began to work their magic again. Their foreheads rested against eachother for a moment before her hand and hips stopped all together. She was hinting and he was all too happy to oblige. His gaze rode her body before scooping her up over his shoulder. “Upstairs, is it?” He asked playfully, slapping her bare bum as he made his way toward the stairs. He swung open what he guessed right as her bedroom door, laying her gently back on the bed, spreading her legs and getting a view he’d waited all evening for. He licked his lips, his cock pointing toward her like an arrow. @Mrs Writes 💓

She gasped before giggling softly as he threw her over his shoulders. “Micheal!” She was silenced as his hand hit her bottom with a clap. She smiled up at him as he laid her down on the bed. Towering over her, taking in her whole body. Giggling once again as she saw him lick his lips. “Fuck me…Fuck me hard” she smiled prompting herself up onto her elbows. @Mr Writes

Carla’s laugh was infectious, filling the house. Her pussy glistened, silky smooth, inviting him closer, until her words invited him properly. “Fuck me hard” she said, a grin growing larger as the words met his ears. He dragged her by her ankles to the edge of the bed, straddling her between her thighs as he spread her legs. She hadn’t suggested or requested a condom. In fact the only thing she had suggested or requested for sex. His cock slid along her thighs, closer and closer to the walls of her inviting pussy. He squeezed himself between her walls, his moan the first to be heard, she was tight. Perfectly tight. “Oh my, fuck…” joined his moans as he thrust back and forth 3 times. @Mrs Writes 💓

Her lip was bitten as she watched him slid along her thighs before She tilted her head back, squeezing one of breasts as he entered. The other hand, over her mouth as she moaned. She smiled up at him as he picked up his rhythm. Biting her lip as her own finger trailed down her body to her clit. Moaning as he thrusted harder against her. The sounds of his moans only making her want him more. Closing her legs slightly around him. @Mr Writes

He was in awe. She squeezed her breasts as he entered her before her own hand began to tease her clit. Her confidence in the bedroom seemed to know no bounds. He felt as though her own thighs pinned him against her, only having enough from her to begin a rhythm she asked her. Hard was what she wanted. Hard was what he began to give her. His available hand squeezing her other breast as his hips slapped against her thighs. “More”. He moaned, arching his neck as he continued. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Harder” she moaned out to him, nodding with a smirk. “Fuck me harder” She let go of her breast, cupping his cheek in her hand as she used her other one to finger her clit. “God you feel so fucking good inside me” she bit her lip @Mr Writes

Her voice and moans echoed across her bedroom. The sound of the headboard smashing against the wall became more frequent and louder as her requests were met. Michael bit his lower lip as she continued to pleasure herself against his cock. She turned him on. She was sexy, confident and knew what she wanted. @Mrs Writes 💓

She ran her thumb over his bottom lips as she smiled up at him. Full of pleasure. Full of lust. Before another thrust of passion came from him. Causing her to moan and tilt her head back. Carla hadn’t been touched by a man in months. Overcome by the pleasure she was struggling to keep herself from cumming so soon. “Fuck” she moaned out to him

7:53 AM

@Mr Writes

“I know…” Michael panted between thrusts of his hips against her waist. Her pussy tightening around his pulsing cock. Their was lust between them, chemistry, that much was clear between them, strangers or not. “Turn over, let me cum with a view?” He bit his lip. He wanted the view of her from behind as he came. It was a favourite of his. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla done as she was told. As he pulled out, jerking himself while she got on all fours. Gripping her sheets when he thrusted into her again. Finding his rhythm once again. Carla moaned, putting her hand back down fingering her clit. Edging herself closer. “Fuck I’m going to cum..” she announced as the sounds of their skin hitting each other echoed the room. @Mr Writes

Their skin hitting eachother, joined with her admission of climaxing imminent, echoed and filled the room. Michael pulled her hair from behind, causing her back to arch toward him. This was the view he craved. “Mmm, let’s cum together…” he panted, his rhythm not breaking as her tight walls squeezed his cock again. “I’m so close…” he panted. This had nothing to do with the alcohol in his body. Their lust together had bought them to this moment. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla moaned louder. Nodding at his request. She edged herself closer. Waiting for him to cum knowing it would tip her over the edge. “Cum for me daddy” she bit her lip moving her ass against him. Feeling him tug her hair once more as she moaned loudly. Both of them orgasming in sync. Carla’s hand given up, she lay her face in her hands on the bed, ass to the air as Micheal let go of her hair. Still filling her up with his cum as her body gave in to the pleasure.

8:04 PM

@Mr Writes

Michael slapped her butt cheeks as Carla called him daddy and urged him to cum. Michael’s cum began to fill her pussy, which began to drip onto the bedsheets with both of their warm juices colliding together. “Fuck. That was hot…” he panted, gripping her hips gently as he admired the view they shared for a moment. “You are…” he paused, catching his breath. “Hmm” he laughed playfully.

8:27 PM

@Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laughed at his comment, turning her head to go look over her shoulder at him. Running her hands through her hair as she too caught her breath. As Micheal pulled out, laying on the bed next to her. She lay by his side on her side. Holding her head up with her elbow. Smiling down at him as his breaths became normal. “You can’t stay over..” she half laughed, tracing the outline of his abs with her finger gently. “You have a big day tomorrow, I don’t want you to miss any minute of it…” she leaned down kissing him. “And I want to hear about every minute of it tomorrow night…you have my number” @Mr Writes

She looked almost normal as she rested on her side, gazing up toward him their naked bodies faced eachother. His body tingled and tickled at her gentle touch of her fingers against his abdomen. He laughed with her as she assured him he needed to leave and go home, so soon after doing what had just happened. At least she was confident enough to tell him that. She was honest. He nodded. Agreeing. “I’ll get a taxi” he reached for his phone on her bedside table, opening the Uber app. “I’ll call you tomorrow evening? Or do you prefer texts?” He laughed. Some preferred one over the other. “I’m excited actually. Big day for my little boy tomorrow”. He said with a smile that grew infectiously across his cheeks. “You probably know all about that”. He said. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I wanna hear that sexy voice of yours, so feel free to call me any time you want.” She smile leaning down kissing him. Before resting her head on his chest. “Don’t have to leave straight away…” she cuddled into him. Still drawing the outline on his abs. “I do know the feeling, I get to welcome 31 new little people into my class tomorrow! I’m just as excited as they are” she turned her head up to him, kissing him softly @Mr Writes

They shared another kiss as she advised she’d welcome his call. Her confidence and honesty in her words was something he was quickly growing to appreciate. His available arm wrapped round her as she cuddled tightly into him. “I can get an Uber in an hour?” He suggested, after she invited him to stay for a while longer. His hand held her hip as she stayed close to him. Her smile and excitement was infectious. “It’s attractive that you’re passionate about your job…” he told her, stroking her waistline with his thumb. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You think so?” She smiled at him. “It’s what I’ve always wanted to do… finally following my dreams.” She stopped tracing looking up at him. “Dating a teacher is hard work.. not that we’re dating. I just meant that I’m always thinking about my work…even now. I have to remember to take my badge tomorrow” she stopped herself. “I’m rambling…sorry” her cheeks flushed with a shade of pink as she felt a little embarrassed about rambling. She hadn’t been with a guy in months, and before that it had been a few years. She may be confident but she was faking it. @Mr Writes

Michael’s eyebrows raised as she mentioned dating. He felt the need to tease her. “I’ve only known you 2 hours and I’ve already shared my cum with yours, we’ll be married by the weekend” he smirked. “Don’t apologise, it’s cute.” He continued, leaning his lips into hers another kiss. Her lips were something he couldn’t get enough of at the moment. “So, we’ll have phone sex tomorrow night, and then a hotel together at the weekend?” He bit his lower lip, he wanted more and more of her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Phone sex…” she laughed tilting her head back. “Deal…” “You can just come here at the weekend…I live alone. So if you ever need tome away from your wife…you can come here.” She picks his hand up that has the wedding ring on it. “I noticed, but you let me in so I think there’s a story behind it…” she smiled down at him softly. @Mr Writes

Her openness broke the ice, perhaps surprised him as she rubbed his wedding ring, inviting him to her place whenever he wanted to. It surprised him. Shocked him. It made him smile, smirk and feel wanted. “It doesn’t bother you?…” he asked, pausing as he looked over her. It was sexy that she felt the want to have more of him, regardless of the ring. He nodded. “What do you want to know?” He asked. His thumb continued to stroke her thigh. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It doesn’t bother me, because you made the first move. Are yous still together?” She questioned looking down at him. Playing with the chain around his neck. Twisting it between her fingers, waiting to hear his response. Carla had a different life before moving here, all would eventually come up. @Mr Writes

Michael licked his lips as Carla asked, admitting she was comfortable with it as he’d come onto her. He nodded. “We’re still together. We don’t communicate or appreciate eachother. We’re not physical. You’re all I’ve had in a long time…” he stared at her bare breasts, still in awe. His eyes returned to hers. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You just looked at my boobs while talking about your wife…” she laughed softly, hiding her face within his chest. “If you don’t mind me asking…why don’t you leave her? Your son?” She said avoiding his eyes, resting her head against his chest, listening to his heart beating. @Mr Writes

They both laughed. It was infectious for a moment. “Perhaps that’s how highly I rate your boobs. Or how low I rate my marriage” he shrugged his shoulders, her head against his chest, his heart still racing from their sex, but from him being so in awe of her. “I don’t know. It’s a difficult thing to do, to leave…” he pondered. “I need the right reason, I think”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I hope you find your happiness one day” she smiled at him. “You deserve it” She reached over him, looking at her phone. “Ooh your times running out..” she joked with him. Meeting his eyes, her laugh softly crinkling her own eyes. “Will you text me tomorrow morning after you drop your little one to school…let me know how it goes.” @Mr Writes

Michael paused for a moment as she smiled. “Perhaps you’re that happiness” he raised his eyebrows. It was playful and teasing. They barely knew eachother. Though there was no denying a sexual connection between them. He nodded, pushing himself to his feet, looking around the floor for his clothes. “I should get ready” he laughed as he caught his naked gaze in the mirror. He nodded. “Of course.” He smiled. It was nice that she was interested in what tomorrow was for him. It was nice, warming. @Mrs Writes 💓

She stayed in bed, watching him getting dressed. “Half your stuff is downstairs…” she said after a few minutes. She also got up, finding her silk robe loosely wrapping it around her. Going downstairs with him. Picking up her own clothes that we’re dotted around. “I had a lot of fun tonight…more than I’ve had in awhile” she smiled kissing him softly

8:22 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael laughed. He’d forgotten they’d undressed in the kitchen. “That explains why I can’t find anything.” He walked down with her. “You look amazing, in that…” he told her as she kissed him, telling him honestly how she’d enjoyed the evening and had fun. He smiled and stared at her. “I had fun too. A lot. You excite me. You make me feel something I rarely do…” he paused. “I hope we can do something again”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I want to see you again… you excite me too. Bring something out in me I haven’t felt in years” she gazed up at him. Biting her lower lip. “The balls in your court tho, your the one with my number..” she smiled, walking him to the door as he had gotten dressed and his Uber was waiting. Stifling her yawn. @Mr Writes

They shared a grin together. Strange how strangers can feel a certain connection with eachother instantly. “I can assure you you’ll hear from me. I don’t want to miss that chance” he smirked, playfully slapping her butt as he pulled her into his chest for one final kiss. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight.” He kissed her again, opening her door and walking down the path to his Uber.

8:39 AM

@Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled as he kissed her, then watched as he walked away. Closing and locking her door behind her. Going to bed straight away.

She got up early the next day, getting ready for her first day in her new school. His sons school. Pulling on her smart trousers, that showed off her curves. Pairing it with a white blouse, and a pink Blazer. Her hair was down, her glasses placed on her head. She went to the assembly hall, where the parents where with their kids. Meeting some of the parents and her new class. Moving to the side to avoid a running child. Bumping into Michaels back. “Oooh, sorry” she moved away, turning around as he did meeting his eyes. fuck

Michael’s head felt slightly sore the morning after. He woke up with Amanda waking him. “We don’t have long”. She pushed him against his arm. Michael pulled himself out of bed. “Good night last night?” Amanda asked. Michael nodded. The less he said, the better. He opened his wardrobe after a shower. He decided that smart would be the right move, set a good example and first impression. He opted for a white, muscle fit shirt and a navy tie, a navy pair of trousers with brown leather shoes, a brown belt again finished his look. “I need a coffee” he said to himself as he reached the kitchen. Milo looked nervous but excited. The parents lined the front walls of the assembly hall as greetings began. He turned to face a bump in his back. Their gazes were stone. Silent. Shocked. What should they do? Their eyes were stuck to eachother. Everything went through his mind at once. Admittedly, she looked amazing. Her choice of wardrobe was perfect. Her hips and curves were a sight themselves. Exactly what he remembered. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Hi..I’m Mrs Evans. I will be…Milos teacher this year.” She went for the ‘I have no clue who you are method’ She bent down to Milo’s height. “Hi mister man. How are you. - oh getting nervous is normal, Mrs Evans has a nervous feeling in her tummy too. So does mummy and daddy, so it’s a sign of us all being superhero’s.” She smiled as milo hugged her. She smiled up at Micheal, before also flashing a smiling at Amanda. As she stood up, another staff member took her attention. “Please excuse me. I’ll see you both at home time…milo say bye bye and go find your spot” @Mr Writes

Michael understood the approach Carla had taken. Watching that didn’t help. She was indeed great with kids, great with Milo, so far. He’d told her he found it attractive. He wasn’t lying, it was attractive to watch her so calmly and passionately with not only his son, but the other children too. Michael smiled at Carla as she excused herself before he and his wife waved bye to Milo, fighting back the tears as they headed for the car. @Mrs Writes 💓

Milo had a great first day. Carla walked the kids to the gate as she waited for their parents at 3pm. She waited near the gate as some parents asked some question. Smiling as she handed out some of the art work. Hoping she would see Micheal again. @Mr Writes

Michael arrived at school to pick up Milo just after 3pm, a lot of new parents were picking up their children. He looked for Carla, the only face he knew. He guessed if he saw her, Milo wouldn’t be too far away. He caught her near the gates and approached. She was busy with other parents. He’d come alone. “Hey buddy!” He said excitedly to Milo as he saw his son, who ran into his waist for a hug.

9:24 AM

@Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled hearing his voice call out to his son. Finishing up with the parent she was with, going over to him. “Hello stranger” she smiled, laughing softly. “Milo had a great first day, there’s lots of pictures in his bag for mum and Daddy.” Her tone changed slightly at when she said the word daddy. Taking off her blazer. Smiling at him. @Mr Writes

The smirk and grin etched across Michael’s cheeks told her a story. “Behave” he whispered as she emphasised the word daddy. Michael’s eyes travelled her as her blazer was removed. Milo was out of earshot. “You look nice…” he told her. “Thought about you today. I miss your body” their conversation was dangerous. Their tones low.

9:36 AM

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“I found it hard not to think about you, I’ve been looking after your son. He’s a blessing Micheal. His mother called about 5 times tho, the only parent I’ve ever had phone me that much. He has settled in so well, been my little sidekick all day.” She smiles brightly, doting as she spoke about him. Watching him play. “He’s like your mini me…” she smirked. @Mr Writes

Michael beamed with pride as Carla explained how Milo had behaved and carried himself so well today. “Thank you”. He paused. “I’m sorry she called so much…” he paused again. He can’t imagine how difficult that must have been, after what happened last night. “You get on well together already, it must run in the family” he winked playfully at her. “Shall we get ice cream then bud?” He said excitedly. He turned to Carla. “I’ve got him all night. Umm…” he shrugged

9:48 AM

@Mrs Writes 💓

“Your a dad. I understand, you can call me whenever.” she smiled before smiling down at her new best-friend. “Wow icecream!! I’m so jealous Milo!” She had kneeled down to his level. Nearly toppling over as he hugged her tightly “Oh thank you.” Hugging him back. Looking up at Michael. @Mr Writes

The look across Michael’s face told Carla he wanted to hug her, kiss her, anything. But they were in view of the public. With Milo there too. He shook his head disappointedly. “I’ll call you…” he told her. His bit his lower lip momentarily as they stared at eachother for a second. She did truly look amazing today. He knew what she looked like naked too. “Come on champ…”

9:59 AM

@Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled, walking away as they left. Her ass jiggling knowing he would turn round watching her.

Later that night, she finally got home. As she got home, their wine glasses where still in the kitchen, the faint smell of sex still lingering in her bedroom. Patiently waiting on his call or text. @Mr Writes

She knew him too well. He looked back to smile against himself as her ass swayed as she walked. She knew he’d worshipped the view from behind last night.

Michael put Milo to bed after a bath, he sat quietly on the couch, pulling out his phone. He decided to call her, after pondering a text. He’d promised her a phone call after all. He lay back on his couch, excited to hear her voice again. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Hi daddy” she smiled answering the phone as she got into bed. “How was your day?” She played with her hair as she listened to his day. @Mr Writes

His breathing instantly deepened as she called him daddy. Michael explained his day, before pausing for a moment. “I pleasured myself in the shower this morning. I smelt of you and sex…” he bit his lower lip waiting for her to respond. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You did…” she bite her lip. “Tell me more…” she put him on loud speaker. Pushing her shorts down, skipping her hand under her panties. Feeling herself as she listens to his details @Mr Writes

Michael had no idea of what was happening on the other end of the phone, though his cock tingled as he replayed what happened. “I got into the shower, naked for the first time since I left you, I smelt of sex. I smelt of you. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted it again. Without trying I was hard. I closed my eyes and imagined you…” he explained, his cock tingled as he spoke. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Touch yourself daddy…tell me what you thought about me” she moaned softly through the phone. “God I want you to fuck me” she moaned out again. @Mr Writes

Michael paused for a moment, his hand wrapping around his growing cock. Her moans reached his ear. “I wanted you to be in the shower with me. My hands exploring your naked body…” his voice low and seductive. “Mummy…” he moaned. “Let me order you a taxi. Amanda’s at work. Milo’s asleep…” he explained. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You know I’m a louder moaned…especially underneath those fingers…are you sure?” She smirked as she stopped touching herself. “I would hate for Milo to find me In his house. Your one of my parents now too” @Mr Writes

Michael paused for a moment as she explained her inability to be quiet when they shared lust. “Come on. It’ll be fun” he smirked. Putting her on loudspeaker. “I’ll book an Uber?…” he suggested, “just be out before I wake him in the morning?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I have work anyway…what about Amanda..” she nervously asked, hating the fact she had to worry about him. “I can also buy my own Uber, I just need your address” she gets out of bed, throwing clothes on. @Mr Writes

“She won’t be home until half past seven. We’ll be safe…” he assured her as he could hear her gathering her belongings on the other end of the phone. “No, it’s paid for. Done”. He smiled. “It’s ten minutes away.” He smiled stronger. He couldn’t wait to sneak her in and be alone with her again. Tonight was more dangerous than the night before, adding to the excitement. @Mrs Writes 💓

“And what if Milo wakes up..” she questioned, fixing herself in the mirror. “Fuck this is dangerous Micheal…” she groaned. Running her hands through her hair. @Mr Writes

Michael paused. He could hear the panic in her voice. “It depends what’s happening at the time” he laughed. “If we wakes up and finds us mid session, then, that’s a problem. If he wakes up but never see’s you. Then, no problem…” he seemed calm in his voice, excited but calm. “Dangerous, I agree. But exciting, right?” He asked her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I guess I’ll see you in the next few minutes…” she smiles. Packing a small bag. She bit her lip looking at herself in the mirror as he hung up the phone.

Getting in the Uber he sent her. She nervously played with her rings. Thinking about how he hadn’t mentioned the fact she was a Mrs and not a miss. Not that it changed anything. She got out of the car, smiling brightly as she saw him leaning against the door. “Hi..” @Mr Writes

Michael frantically tidied and lit a few candles. The atmosphere changed to relaxing, romantic. Any photo’s of him and his wife had been put away. Carla had quickly become a lust for him. He heard a car pull up outside and leaned, waiting against the door for her to walk up his short path. “Hey..” He wore a smile like a schoolboy child. He was excited. He was happy to see her. “I’m glad you came…” he paused, pulling her inside and closing the door before any neighbours saw. He immediately kissed her before she could drop her bag to the floor. “I’ve waited all day for that” he laughed as he finally stepped away, giving her space to breath. “Welcome. He’s fast asleep” Michael’s head nodded to the stairs where Milo’s bedroom was. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mhm-“ she giggles softly under their kiss. Smiling her infectious smile up at him as he released her. “It smells lovely in here…he will be exhausted after the day we had.” She smiled, putting her bag down before slipping off her trainers. Carla closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Going on her tippy toes, kissing him softly. “Mhm I thought about you all day today… craved you” @Mr Writes

Michael smiled, inside and outside as Carla admitted she’d craved him today, thought about him. It was healthy to know their thoughts were mutual. “Drink? Soft or alcoholic?” He asked, the clock in the kitchen said 2130, it was early, they had the whole night ahead of them. “I was thinking, I want to see more of you. But, the sneaking around, it makes it difficult. I want to go away for a weekend, together. Away from here, where we can enjoy ourselves…” It was bold and forward. He was indicating he wanted more. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled at him “I’m good just now, thank you.” She followed him to the living room where he mentioned the weekend away. “I’d love to go away with you. Would Amanda not be suspicious tho? Or do you go away yourself often?” She sat sideways beside him, her legs over his on the couch. Carla felt a rush of excitement knowing he wanted to see her more than just the odd time. More than just the few moments they would share mutually with Milo at the end of each day. Carla took his hand, intertwining her fingers with his @Mr Writes

Their fingers held at eachothers hands as she initiated their touch as she agreed she’d love to spend alone time together too. Almost as if their thoughts were similar. “I often get called to assist other hospitals for a weekend… maybe, one weekend, I can tell her that, but whisk you away to a romantic spa…” he smirked. It excited him. The risk of being away together, the secrecy. His other hand rested across her leg as it sat on top of his. “I know the perfect place too…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You know the perfect place..” she smirked, tilting his face towards her by his chin. Softly kissing him. “Well don’t keep secrets from me…” she giggled softly. “Am I going to have to kiss it out of you? Or are you going to be a good boy and tell me?” She smirked, her eyes tracing over his lips as she bite her bottom on. She was addicted. @Mr Writes

He smiled as her excitement and intrigue grew on his suggestion. “You don’t want it to be a secret? Find out when you get there? Be surprised?” He asked, her lips pressing his. “I don’t think I’ve been a good boy since I met you” he smirked. She bit her bottom lip. Admittedly, neither of them were particularly well behaved in eachothers company. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well you only met me yesterday…I’m sure I’ve got lots of time to see what a really bad boy you are” she half laughed, running her thumb gently over his bottom lip. “But then again, we’ve only known each other since yesterday and I’m already dying to see this shower that you think about me in.” She laughed softly kissing him again. Wanting more of him. Her thoughts from today all rushing to her at once. @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lower lip as she mentioned the shower, he’d pleasured himself in this morning, thinking of her. “It’s a large wet room in the en suite…” he explained seductively. “Enough room to do anything that’s wanted. You can pin someone against the back wall as rain water falls over you. You can bend someone over the rolling wall, you can sit on the floor as someone rides against your lap…” He stared at her as he explained. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’ll have to show me…but get me all sweaty first so we have an excuse to use it” she smiled, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Not breaking eye contact as she moved her legs, sitting up onto his lap, straddling him. “Really sweaty…” @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lower lip as her continued confidence and cute persona shined, tucking her hair behind her ear as she requested they get hot and sweaty together. Their eyes were glued to eachother like school children in love as she straddled him. His cock instantly growing at her eagerness and confidence. “Really sweaty. Steamy.”. He told her. Passion and lust etched across his face. “Extra points if you try to wake Milo?” He grinned playfully. The fear of being caught already pinning him for more. @Mrs Writes 💓

She giggled down at his request to try wake his son. “Do you really think your that good…” she bit her lower lip, her index finger trailing down his top, before both of her hands were used to pull his T-shirt off. Throwing it else where in the room. Carla couldn’t help but giggle at her own joke. Her eyes fluttering as she tried hard to keep a straight face. Her hands fondly finding his abs, as she softly ran her left one over them. Her right hand undoing his belt. “And what do I earn if your the one who wakes up Milo?” She smirked, up for a challenge, as the sound of his button becoming undone, @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lip again as their teasing words continued. “You didn’t take much convincing to get in an Uber. I can’t be that bad” he smirked. Michael lifted her top up over her head, her hands briefly leaving his belt and abs to enable it to come off, it landed on the floor just like his top. He took no time releasing her breasts from her bra, which also joined the cold flooring. “Hmmm, a game huh?” His hands squeezing at her breasts. “Whoever’s responsible for waking him, gets a ticket to be pleasured whenever they want it…?” He suggested, staring into her irresistible eyes as her hand released his belt. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh your on” she giggled softly. Leaning down kissing him once more as she placed her hands over his, encouraging him with squeezing her breasts. A soft moan escaped as he continued to play with her boobs. Scooping her hair to one side. “God I missed your touch and it hasn’t been 24 hours yet..” she admitted, feeling the level of lust she was feeling rising. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded in competition as her touch urged him to continue to explore her breasts. “I wanted more of you all day…” he whispered, kissing her lips forcefully, remembering his moment alone in the shower as he remembered her. “Get these off” he pulled at her trousers around the waist. Eager to ensure Carla was naked as quickly as possible, he craved more of last night. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla stood. Backing away as she dropped her leggings. Throwing them to him. Taking another step back she slipped her panties off. Throwing them at him too. “Your turn..” she smiled staying where she was. Enough room for him to stand and strip. @Mr Writes

Michael watched as she put on a brief show, though the view at the end of it was one he couldn’t grow tired of. “You’re so sexy…” his eyes travelled her body as she stood infront of him. He pushed himself to his feet, his sweatpants reaching his ankles and landing at her feet, his underwear pointing directly at her thanks to his growing erecting before he dropped them too. This was something Michael and his wife never shared anymore. It made this with Carla so enthralling. He wanted it more and more. He stared at her before he fell to his knees, her pussy at eye level now. He licked his lips. “Allow me..” he looked up at her playfully. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla couldn’t help but bite her lower lip as she watching him drop his boxers to the ground. She wanted him more and more as the minutes passed. Why was she addicted. She couldn’t help but laugh softly, looking down at him. “Standing right here?” The excitement could be heard in her voice. Smirking down at Micheal as he looked up her @Mr Writes

“standing right there baby…” he whispered, his hands holding onto her thighs for balance and stability as his head squeezed between her thighs, her pussy inviting his lips and tongue, which he gladly obliged. His eyes and gaze averted up across her naked body above him, her breasts making her face difficult to see. His view was incredible. Their playful natures playing a risky and exciting game. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Fuck, Micheal-“ she was interrupted by a moan before she could say to anything else. God he knew what he was doing. He excited her. She spread her legs ever so slightly. Gripping his hair as he explored her. Biting her lip to muffle any moan or noise that could wake Milo. @Mr Writes

His tongue explored her pussy’s walls as she moaned, attempting to keep her volume under control so early. Her fingers pulled at his hair as her legs spread slightly wider, inviting him further toward her. His hands squeezed and gripped at her thighs. Michael’s own moans of enjoyment joined the room, his lips sucking at her skin. A woman he knew so little about, a woman he’d spent such a small amount of time with, had him obsessed. @Mrs Writes 💓

His moans only encouraged her pleasure more. Feeling his tongue inside her. Lapping over the spots that sent pleasurable shivers throughout her body. Carla was falling for him hard in such short time. The knowledge of him having a wife and family had no effect on her like it usually did. He made her feel sexy even as she stood completely naked in his living room, being eaten out by him. Carla struggled to keep her volume down, moaning out to him to encourage his actions further. @Mr Writes

“Carla…” Michael moaned, rarely giving himself a moment to catch his breath before continuing to explore and pleasure the woman who stood for him. He felt new. Together they introduced a side of Michael that had been extinguished by his wife for such a long time. Together they were making up for lost time. His finger nails scrapped gently against the skin of her thighs as her encouraging moans grew. “I want to taste you. All of you” his gaze looked up to her over her breasts. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla tilted her head back, her breathing becoming faster. One hand griping his hair. The other playing with her right breast. Hearing him moan her name was something she never thought would phase her. Yet her she was even more turned on by it. She tilted her head down to meet his eyes as he spoke. “I am all yours” she smirked a devilish smirk down at him. @Mr Writes

Michael’s cock twitched as Carla’s breathing became quicker. Her hand reaching for her breast urged Michael’s right hand to reach for his cock as his lips continued to pleasure her, his left hand steady against her thigh for balance. He didn’t want to lose balance and bring the current rhythm to a stop. His hand stroked his cock. How was something so raw, just a meet at a pub days ago, led to this? How had it led to him thinking of her and nothing else? Her smirk was playful, full of tease and danger. “Carla…” he moaned again. Louder than before. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Nooo stop. Your going to make me cum early.” She pleaded with him playfully. “Stop saying my name…” she half giggled through her moan. The hand running through his hair gripped tighter. “Fuck” she moaned, as she played with her own nipple. @Mr Writes

Michael smirked as she pleaded with him. His own devilish grin growing. “What’s the problem with that, Carla…?” He asked, looking up at her for a moment of rest. Her swearing turned him on as she pulled his hair. She gave more and more hints of enjoyment and pleasure. That was positive. “Carla, baby… oh Carla, I want you..” his own moans echoed the silent room. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Make me cum then daddy…” she moaned, lifting one of her legs up over his shoulder. Pushing him further into her. Luckily she had good balance. She continues to play and grip his hair with both her hands. Her moans growing loader as she edged closer to her orgasm. “Yeah.. fuck right there” she ordered at him. @Mr Writes

Daddy? Daddy?. “Daddy?” He looked up at her over her breasts again. Biting his lower lip as his right hand began to pleasure his cock again. His view as her leg calmly sat upon his shoulder couldn’t be beaten. She was becoming more and more perfect for him. His tongue sped up its movements at the exact spot she seemed to agree upon. His lips sucking at her skin. “Carlaaah” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla couldn’t respond from moaning. She wobbled a little as she began to cum. Griping his hair tighter. Everything intensifying. Her moans louder than before. She went to lower her leg as it began to shake over him. Before she could remove it, she could feel him griping it tighter. @Mr Writes

her balance stumbled as her body tensed, Michael felt her warm cum begin to seep and drop against his tongue. His bit his lower lip before licking her pussy from bottom to top, again and again as her juices travelling through his throat as he swallowed, looking up at her lustfully. Almost lovingly. Her moans continued before slowing down. They’d failed, perhaps for the good reasons, to wake Milo. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled down at him. Her breathing still faster than normal. Removing her leg from his shoulder. She didn’t say anything, dropping to her own knees. Her hand swiftly found his hitting it away from his cock as she took over stroking it. Her lips finding his, tasting her own juices on his tongue. “Mhm..no wonder your obsessed with me” she joked as their kiss broke @Mr Writes

His hand and hers battled for control over his cock, their lips back with eachother for a moment. His spare hand squeezing and exploring her breasts as she kneeled beside him. “What makes you say that?” He smirked, joining in with her playful comment. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I taste good” she laughed softly, gazing over to him as she stoked his cock. “Wouldn’t you agree…daddy?” She smirked, leaning in again kissing him softly. Moving away ever so slightly. Carla leaned down, licking the tip of his cock. Her ass in the air. “May I?” She smirked up to him. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded gently, gazing into her eyes from her breasts as her lips left his, she licked them, exclaiming her popular taste. “I would agree…” he paused and bit his lower lip as she called him daddy again. “That turns me on, mummy…” he whispered as her posture changed, her lips teased the tip of his cock, her ass toward the ceiling. “Please do…” @Mrs Writes 💓

She took the head of his cock in her mouth, still stroking the bottom length. Sucking softly on him at first before sucking harder and deeper down his length. Her hand finding his balls as she played with him. @Mr Writes

The way Carla switched from a soft and gentle start against his cock to a deeper, harder suck against his length had his eager for it to not stop. He was hooked with everything she did, everything they did together. Everything she had to offer. His gaze moved from her lips hiding and revealing his cock as she lowered and raised herself, to her breasts, to her ass in the air. “What a fucking view…” he laughed playfully. “Carla, baby…” he moaned straight after as her motions showed no signs of stopping. @Mrs Writes 💓

She gave her ass a wiggle as she kept up her Rhythm of sucking and playing. He brought something out in her that she thought she had lost. He full heartedly excited her. They had only met yesterday, apart from the 8 hours they spent apart. The rest they had spent with one another naked. Although she craved him like this, a part of her craved to be with him in normal life too. She moaned against his cock as she sucked harder and deeper. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at the show she put on with her ass. “Behave. Don’t make me take that” he smirked as he moaned, louder than previously as her lips explored him, her fingertips squeezing his balls tightly. How could he do this? Did they want the same things? Was something so obvious to them both? What would they do about the obvious hazards in their way? All conversations for another time. “Baby, please…” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla continued to suck him off. Wiggling her ass again. The sounds of her cheeks hitting off eachother echoed along side his moans. She shifted her position, taking his full length. A soft gag accompanied his cock hitting the back of her throat. Both hands where placed on his thighs @Mr Writes

I’d have a great view of that ass y’know…” hinting at his thoughts. The clapping of her ass cheeks on spurring him on. Her experience and knowledge of what she was doing began to show as she made herself gag against his length as she took him more. “Are you trying to…” he couldn’t finish his sentence. “Ohhh baby…” he moaned. @Mrs Writes 💓

She was indeed trying to make him cum. She smirked, continuing to deep throat him. She dug her nails into his thighs a little. Moaning as his cock hit the back of her throat. @Mr Writes

The answer to his broken question was left unanswered, though the answer was obvious as she continued. This confirmation if anything dragging Michael closer. He stared at her, reaching his hands out for her breasts. He stayed silent, biting his lip as his gaze told her his cum was imminent. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smirked before continuing. Her hair falling covering his view of her face. She moaned feeling his hands explore her breasts. Knowing he was close, she continued the same rhythm. @Mr Writes

Michael’s touch against her breasts continued, though his touch became heavier, harder as his body clenched. “Fuck, Carla…” he moaned, loudly as his cum began to shoot from the tip of his pulsating cock. He leaned back his neck, trying to regain control of his movements. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla swallowed as hard as she sucked, pulling her head back along his length slowly. Licking the tip, before sitting back on her knees. Smirking at him as she licked the cum off the corner or her mouth. “Thank you..” she smirked @Mr Writes

“who tastes better?” Michael smirked playfully at his question, leaning toward her to kiss her lips as she did him after he had pleasured her moments before. “Thank you?” He laughed at her remark. “You’re not sweaty enough for that shower yet” he questioned. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Am I not..?” She smiled leaning in kissing him. “Guess you’ll need to find something to make me sweaty?” She bit her lower lip looking at him. “Where’s this bedroom of yours?” @Mr Writes

He shook his head before she hit her lower lip, staring at him. “The bedroom? What’s on your mind?” He asked, getting to his feet and offering her his hand to help her to her feet too. @Mrs Writes 💓

She took his hand, standing up. “I’m just thinking that if we do anything under the sheets we’re sure to get sweaty then…” she smiled, kissing him again. She couldn’t get enough of his lips, the way they just perfectly captured hers at every moment. He was perfect in every aspect. “Unless do you have a different plan?” Her fingers intertwined with his. @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lower lip at her suggestion and thoughts. He nodded, taking her fingers with his. Their lips entwined again for a moment. His wife was a forgotten memory. “What if I wanted this to not be just a quick affair?” He asked. Walking her slowly toward the hallway where Milo’s room began, before the master bedroom at the end. He pinned her against the wall in the hallway before she answered, though he continued to wait for her answer. “I just want you all the time, everywhere.” @Mrs Writes 💓

She was taken aback by his question. Was he thinking the same as her? She giggled as he pinned her against the wall. Jumping forward closer to him as her ass hit the coldness. “Do you usually see your quick affairs twice in 24 hours?” Smiling she continued “I would like this to be more than a quick affair too…more than fuck buddies..” @Mr Writes

“Have you been hiding these thoughts like me too?” He asked, a smile growing. “Well, it’s only you… so, yes at the moment” he laughed playfully. He nodded. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you right now, but I also want more than just sex with you… you show me more, you are more”. He told her. @Mrs Writes 💓

She wrapped her arms around him. Kissing him softly. “You would need to make the decision, but yes I would love to see you more than just causal sex. I feel a spark when I’m with you. The spark that I thought my ex-husband had taken away from me.” She looked at him. Realising she had mentioned the fact she was married before. Surely he would of known by the Mrs and not Miss. “We would need to tell the school if we got more serious. I could loose my job if Milo ever mentioned I was at his house” her mind started to overthink everything. @Mr Writes

Her arms wrapped his neck as they kissed. Almost a kiss to cement their feelings and thoughts together. He paused for a moment. He hadn’t thought or noticed that she’d possibly been married before. It perhaps put him more at ease at their situation. She’d been in a situation now that he found himself in. In a relationship he no longer wanted, longing for someone different. His hands held her waist as she explained the need to tell the school. His hands there to comfort her. “When?” He asked. Would they need to come clean soon or perhaps not? They stood still, discussing this in the hallway. Even something basic made him feel love and lust. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I probably should disclose that I have been involved with you just now. Just to cover us and then if you decide I’m good enough to become more serious with. Then I would disclose it then.” She smiled up at him. Her arms still around his neck. “Is this your way of asking me to go on a date with you Micheal?” She smirked, a light blush filling her cheeks @Mr Writes

He nodded, pondering what she was saying. “I’m happy for you to disclose whatever you feel you need to…” he paused. “What do you think we should do with Amanda?” He asked. They held eachother lovingly in the hallway. He smiled broadly as she blushed. “I’d love to go away for a night together. A real date, away from anyone…” @Mrs Writes 💓

Her smile faded slightly at the mention of his wife. “Amanda has to be your decision. I can’t make that for you.” She forced herself to smile. “I would understand if you decided at any point to give your marriage a try. I would understand. However sometimes trying isn’t worth it.” The last of her statement came out with the hurt she had faced in the past. “Like I say to my students…I’m on your team. Whatever you want. But yes a night away sounds nice.” @Mr Writes

Michael instantly pulled her into his naked body, her breasts resting against his chest. “I didn’t meant to hurt you by asking”. He kissed her gently. “I feel like I know what and who I want…” he whispered against her ear teasingly, his breath against her neck. “Next weekend. Away. Me and you?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She hugged into him. “You didn’t hurt me…he did. Your..your fixing me.” She smiled, tilting her head slightly as he whispered against it. “I would love to go away with you” she leaned up, kissing him. “Where did you have in mind…?”

7:51 AM

@Mr Writes

He smiled with her for a moment. His gaze looked into the distance. “I know a beautiful spa hotel a couple of hours away. We won’t know anyone. We can be ourselves. A weekend full of romance, relaxation, good food and drinks, good company, good sex…” @Mrs Writes 💓

She giggled at the good sex comment. “Let me know how much you need from me” she smiled. Kissing him softlg, slowly slipping her tongue in. @Mr Writes

“My treat…” he whispered, their tongues battling eachother. He took her hand, marching her toward the bedroom, closing the door behind them. “Now then…” he smirked, staring at her naked body infront of him. “What does my woman want?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I want daddy” she smiled at him, sitting on the bed that he shared with his wife. “What does daddy want??” Her smile turned to a smirk. She placed one hand behind her holding herself up. Her other hand running up and across her chest. Squeezing and jiggling her own boobs. She slowly spread her legs while waiting on his answer. @Mr Writes

He bit his lower lip as she confidently put on a show for him, calling him daddy again, displaying herself on his bed like a trophy. “Daddy wants mummy…” he continued to bite his lip as she spread her legs for him. “Is that a hint?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Is what a hint…?” She smiled at him. “I have no clue what your on about…” she continued to squeeze her boobs. “We should probably keep our relationship quiet to Milo…and be quiet because Milo is down the hall” @Mr Writes

He joined her on the bed, kneeling beside her as her legs stayed spread, her body on show. He nodded. Keeping it from Milo at this stage was vital. “You don’t want to wake him up to the sound of pleasure?” He raised his eyebrows playfully, staring at his woman like a piece of art. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I don’t…since you can’t make my moan that loud. Can’t you?” She looked up at him, kissing him softly. Challenging him. “What are you staring at?…” she smirked. @Mr Writes

Michael smirked. “Roll over, let me see that ass…” “We’ll see what happens…” he slapped her thigh playfully. Urging her to move from the position which displayed her so beautifully. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laughed playfully, turning round. Crawling slowly to the middle of bed. Her ass jiggling while she crawled. On all fours she wiggled her ass at him. “Come get me daddy..” @Mr Writes

Their dangerous, risky game was about to be played again. Two lustful individuals bought together by their sexual desires for the other. He stared for a moment as her ass as it pointed toward the ceiling. Inviting him closer. He bit his lower lip as she shook her ass and invited him to take her from behind. His cock urged for the sensation he felt only last night. “I can’t control myself with you” he whispered behind her, his hands holding her hips. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla bit her lip as she heard him whisper. “What was that…?” She teased pushing her ass back towards him before pulling forward slightly. She smirked over her shoulder at him. @Mr Writes

Her thigh brushed his cock as it pointed in her direction, eager for her. “I can’t control myself when I’m with you…” he told her, a firmness to his voice the second time. “I think more and more of a future with you, which I know is crazy after 48 hours of knowing you…” he paused, squeezing her waistline again. “I can’t explain what you do for me, physically and mentally. I want to explain it. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I understand what your meaning” she smiled softly round at him. “It‘s like your hands fit perfectly on my waist. Your cock perfectly inside me…” she tried not to laugh at her last statement. “It’s true though.” @Mr Writes

Laughter from both of them filled the room, echoing round it. He bit his lower lip, thought she couldn’t see him to know it. He pushed his waist against her backside, his cock teasing her pussy’s tight walls. “I want you again, mummy”. He told her. His head couldn’t help but think. What should they do? Seriously? They both felt strongly, so soon. Should they sneak around? Break off his marriage? There’s no doubt she’d made an incredible step mom. Hopefully a mother for their own. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Take me then daddy” she smirked, she couldn’t deny that she melted when he called her mummy. She spread her legs a little more, arching her back downwards as she griped the covers feeling his cock tip enter her pussy. “I want it hard daddy…”

1:30 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael did nothing but oblige to her request for hard, rough sex immediately. His waistline smashing against her backside forcefully, the headboard of the bed banging significantly against the wall. “Like that baby?” He asked, only hand holding her hip, the other reaching for her hair. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Just like that!” She moaned griping the sheets in front of her. The clapping mixed with her loud moans were sure to wake Milo. She smirked up at him as he gripped her hair. Moving one of her hands to her own clit. Rubbing it in slow circles as he pounded into her. @Mr Writes

Her moans of appreciation filled the room, only fuelling the fire between them. Her smirk growing across her cheeks as she looked back at him was like a painting telling its viewer a thousand stories. Her pussy tightened around his cock as his relentless requested rhythm continued, the headboard likely to wake the neighbours. That was a sexy thought. Let the neighbours know good sex was happening. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh daddy please” she moaned out to him. Her knuckles white as her grip on the sheets remained tight. The pleasure from him inside coupled with her own pleasure from her clit was mixing into immense pleasure. She had to pull her hand away to stop herself from cumming so soon. @Mr Writes

Her other hand left her clit, steadying herself as she was continued to be pounded at her request and submission before him. Her other hand almost making a hole in the bedsheets. “Fuck, mummy. I want you all the time.” He told her. It fell out of his lips so easily. Was that the first admittance of thought for a future with the woman who shared his sex drive? @Mrs Writes 💓

“Please” she moaned a plead out to him. “God you feel so good inside me daddy” she rolled her head back further. Nipping at her own bottom lip as she continued to take him. Her ass hitting against him. She too had thought about the what ifs. What if he did want to be with her. Would he leave his wife? Would something bigger have to happen for him to break up his child’s home. @Mr Writes

Her head turned to face him, her hips made the same rolling movement that her neck did to bring him into view. He bit his lower lip as she stared back at him, doing the same to her own lip. “Careful, too much of that and you’ll make me cum…” he smirked, slapping her ass cheek as she held her gaze toward him playfully. “I’m very easily falling for you…” his tone lower but his hips smacked against her hard as he said it. He felt that rawness fit the moment. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Fall for me harder daddy” she smirked, before returning to bite her lower lip. Winking back at him. She made a joke. She didn’t want to take anything he said during sex as the truth. They were in the heat of the moment, she didn’t want to get her hopes up. “Cum for mummy..” she shake’d her ass against him. “Pretty please…cum deep inside me” she smirked @Mr Writes

Michael heard her words and immediately felt like their thoughts and feelings were mutual. She shook her ass and pleaded for him to cum. He was too close to not oblige now. “Next time I’m with you, I want this…” he bit his lower lip, squeezing her ass cheeks. @Mrs Writes 💓

She moaned loudly, jilting forward ever so slightly. “Next time huh?” She smiled. She allowed her other hand to return to her clit. Edging herself closer. “Fuck I’m going to cum daddy” she allowed her head to drop forward. @Mr Writes

Michael pushed her head firmly into the pillow infront of her, burying it. He forcefully slammed his hips against her backside, no rhythm present anymore, just the sound of the beds headboard smashing against the wall. He couldn’t hold it any longer, not after mummy told him she was about to cum. He felt her warm, pleasure filled juices trickle and drip through his cock and onto the bedsheets, his own cum joining the party. His panting, loud as his rested on his knees. “Calling me daddy is not helpful” he laughed, trying to catch his breath through it all. @Mrs Writes 💓

With her orgasm plus the extra pleasure she felt as he came inside her, her legs and ass trembled beneath him. She lifted her head turning it slightly to see him. “What was that daddy?” She smirked, biting her lip. She was becoming exhausted. Carla hadn’t had this much sex, yet alone be physically active as much as she has been for months. @Mr Writes

His hands held her hip’s upright as she trembled and tremor’d. “Behave”. He smirked, a cheeky grin across both of their faces as she looked back at him, both of their juices dripping onto the bedsheet. Michael pulled back on his knees, his cock pulling out of her pussy, releasing more cum as it dripped from his cock. The release made her breath deeply. He didn’t know of her exhaustion or previous lack of sex. “Daddy…” a small voice was heard at the door. Small hands clearly trying to reach for the door handle. “Fffffuck” Michael whispered, his and Carla’s eyes darting back to eachothers. @Mrs Writes 💓

She turned, laying on her back smiling up at him. Hearing the small voice calling out to him. Her eyes only met Michael’s for a split second before she got of the bed. She went to the en suit, closing the door until it was left slightly ajar, as she heard the main bedroom door open. She listened in at the door. Hoping Milo doesn’t mention that he saw her. @Mr Writes

Milo stood at the door, rubbing his eyes. “It’s very loud” he said, his voice soft and broken given the time. “I think it’s thundering bud. I heard it too.” Michael paused. He felt horrible to lie. “I think it’s stopped now. It sounds like it’s stopped, right?” Michael asked, bending down to his level. Milo nodded gently. “Can I stay in your bed?” Michael laughed to himself. Which was uncalled for of course. “Buddy, I don’t think that’s advisable…” Though it would be cute, definitely not advisable, he thought. “Shall I tuck you back into bed?” Michael asked, scooping him up into his arms. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla’s heart was filled listening to him speak so nurturing towards his son. Even if he had told a slight lie. At the same time her heart ached a little. She wanted nothing more in life to be a mother. Sadly it had never happened for her with her husband. Little did she know, she wasn’t the one that couldn’t have kids. She was fertile, and currently has the sex life as if she wasn’t. Hearing Milo’s room door close, shortly followed by the master door shut, Carla peeked her head out of the En-suite. “Coast clear?” She whispered trying not to giggle. @Mr Writes

Michael of course had no idea the effect what was happening the other side of the door was making Carla feel such a warmth, but also an ache to have her own. Michael leaned against his closed bedroom door as Carla peaked. He nodded, exhaling deeply. “Mmhmm. I’m so sorry” he laughed gently, she had kept her giggle inside, he couldn’t. Michael held his arms open, inviting her naked body into his for an embracing cuddle. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla went over, wrapping her arms around his lower torso as she placed her head gently against his chest. Listening to his heart beat. “Don’t be sorry daddy” she smirked up at him as she pulled her head away from his chest for a split moment. “Is he okay? Do you think he would be able to recognise my voice?” @Mr Writes

Michael wrapped his hands around her naked body, resting above her waist as they held eachother. Her breasts pressing his chest as she looked up at him. Michael shook his head. “Unless you swear and use the word daddy a lot in class, we should be safe”. He laughed uncontrollably. The clock in the corner ticked over to 11pm. “Shall we get that shower? I want to hold you all night” he whispered. If only this was his life. Not the secrecy that was in flow now. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No, no shower just now.” She smiles, taking him to the bed. “We can wake up early and shower together. I need sleep.” She climbed into the bed, snuggling into his side. Her head against his chest, body pressed against his side. One leg over his waist. She felt completely relaxed. Feeling his body relax more and more. She drifted off to sleep so quickly in his embrace. In the morning, he lived up to the amazing expectations that this shower would be. The waterfall shower head, the sex. She wanted this life, this was the life that she had dreamed about. Apart from running out the door before Amanda got home or Milo woke up. They continued to see each other in secret. Saw each other at least a few times a week, would text and call all the time. Carla was falling in love with him. Which hurt knowing that he did have a wife, and a child. He had his family, was Carla only a bit of fun to him? A few weeks of seeing each other in secret had passed. Today was sports day for the primary school. Where parents came to take part with their littles ones. Teachers had races, teacher vs parents had races. How was she going to hide how she felt towards him. This would be the first time they were in public so close yet so far. Especially with one of Micheal’s friends from the bar that night. Fuck surely he knew what was going on. Or what had happened at least. Carla was wearing tight leggings, when she ran it would be clear of little support from her thong, and a loose fitting T-shirt. Her hair tied up in a pony and a baseball cap. “Come on Milo. Your going to do the egg and spoon race with your friends.” She smiled at him before he turned and waved at his parents. @Mr Writes

The few weeks that had passed had been a whirlwind. They’d both been juggling normal life, work, alone time or family time, as well as sneaking around. They’d nearly been caught once in her classroom while Michael was there to ‘pick Milo up’ was the reason given. They’d not shared their true thoughts and feelings to eachother. They both had them privately. Amanda and Michael were both attending sports day. The sun had been kind. Michael wore a pair of short, athletics shorts, above the thigh and a white gym t-shirt. He was competitive, he even wore his running trainers just incase. “There he is” Michael said to Amanda, stood next to him as they both waved. Carla was initiating the waves from the children toward the parents gathered in the field. She was too far away to make out any sort of noticeable comments. He’d never seen her dressed like this though. The egg and spoon race started and finished. A young girl called Lucy won. Milo came 4th. @Mrs Writes 💓

Although Milo wasn’t upset he didn’t win. He was disheartened. Carla dealt with it every year. She picked him up, put him on her hip and continued to help with the next round of egg and spoon. Milo cuddled into her, putting his head on her shoulder as well as wrapping his arms around her neck. Sports day was always hard for the little ones. Especially when the sun was as hot as it was today. Milo and Carla bonded well. She had a great bond with all her kids, but Milo. Milo clung to her. He trusted her and favourited her among the teachers. No doubt he went home telling his parents stories about her. “Go tell mummy and daddy, one needs to apply suncream to you and one needs to come and get ready for the parent race” she put him down, watching as he ran over to Micheal and Amanda. ”Daddy! Mummy! Mrs Evans says you need to put suncream on me. I came 4th in the race…which Mrs Evans said was still amazing and that I will always be a winner to her. IM BURNING!” He threw himself into the shade. Out of breath from talking so fast. “Mrs Evans also needs daddy to go run the race. Mummy’s to slow.” Milo crawled into his mothers arms. @Mr Writes

Michael offered Milo a high five for being so positive despite not winning. It wasn’t unnoticed that he’d saw Milo up in her arms, or the way he spoke so highly of her. Michael passed Amanda the bottle of sun cream and started his walk over. “Wish me luck” he laughed as he left. There was a steam of 10 parents from various corners of the field all starting their journey to the middle, where Carla based herself. She seemed to be ensuring the day was organised and ran on time, smoothly. Michael arrived at her, though he wasn’t the first. They hadn’t seen eachother for 3 days, which was borderline the longest they’d spent apart since this began. She turned away from him to greet a parent, Michael’s eyes couldn’t help but notice the thong’s outline against her leggings. “Everyone here?” She asked as she turned to face everyone. Her t-shirt hiding the perky breasts he’d worshipped many times. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had to turn away from him. She felt a gush of that warmth he brought to her when she saw him. pull it together Carla. Amongst the parents was one of Micheal’s friends, who was at the bar the night they had met. “Right. This race is for the parents. The winning parent, gets to race the chosen teacher. The teacher is chosen at random throughout your race.” She smiled. “Everyone runs up to the top of the felid, and back down again. Good luck everyone” she stood out of the way allowing them to line up. Ready Set Go And away they went, she watched him sprint. His outfit. He done that on purpose. His shorts were leaving nothing to the imagination, not that she had to imagine. How competitive he was shone through as he dashed to the top of the field and back down. Winning the race. At that moment the Teacher who was chosen to run was no other than Carla. “You’ve got to be kidding me” she muttered. She had the upper hand as he had just sprinted this. “Your going down” she muttered to him as they lined up next to each other. Little did he know she meant it. She wasn’t a little competitive, she was fully fledge competitive. As the horn went off, she sprinted up the field. Him staying close if not equally beside her. On the way down it was close between them. Her finding stamina at the last stretch. Both of them reaching the finishing line together. Which didn’t break this time. Instead caused them both to fall over it. Landing on the grass together, she rolled to her back. Laughing looking into his eyes. His laugh filled her with so much pleasure. They lay there laughing and getting their breath back for a second before Milo ran and jumped ontop of Micheal, loosing balance and ending up in the middle of them both. @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lower lip for a very brief second as the threatening tone from Carla suggested she would win their foot race before it had even began. He removed it as quickly as it had arrived. This side to her was so sexy. In fact, every side of her that she was showing today was sexy. The organisation, the way she was with the children and the parents, her competitive edge toward him. All traits he admired and welcomed. The laughter of what had just happened and how the race had ended soon transferred from them both lying on the ground, to the other parents catching their breath as they’d seen them both crash to the ground. Milo jumped upon Michael’s chest and hugged him. “YOU LOST!” He screamed, bringing more laughter from the crowd. Michael pulled himself to his feet, holding Milo against his hips as he stood infront of Carla, offering her his hand to help her to her feet. “Maybe next year babe…” Amanda said to Michael. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled sitting up. As he offered his hand she smiled. “Oh it’s okay, you’ve got Milo.” Refusing his hand. She got up, wiping down her clothes of grass. “I think that was a tie, good race Mr Wright.” Carla smiled, making a face at Milo which he returned. Her heart a little sore at the realisation she couldn’t just stay there. With him. She said her goodbyes, before heading over to help with the clean up after the medals had been given out. She took a box to her classroom, sitting it down. Feeling eyes on her. She turned around to face Micheal who was pretending to be lost on the way to the bathroom. “There’s no one in here but me..” she laughed softly. Resting her backside against the desk. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed quietly and softly as Carla noticed him, reassuring him she was alone in her classroom. “Miss Evans, apologies I was just looking for the bathroom” he smiled gently. She looked her normal, amazing self as she leaned against her desk, facing him. He gestured can I come in? to which she understood and nodded. He kept her door open. He wasn’t sure who was still here. “Well done, you organised a fantastic day. You should be proud…” he told her, his smile strong and meaningful. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Thank you, it’s my job. I think I do it very well Mr Wright. Even tho I do have to talk to you about Milo… he was beating himself up at the fact he came in fourth. Says that His mum told him that winners run in the family. So he thought you two were going to be mad.” She smiles keeping it professional incase anyone overheard. Her voice was Lower “did you see the way Amanda looked at me when you offered me your hand. You would think I was diseased with the disgust in her face.” She folded her arms, only pushing her boobs up more. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled and nodded understanding. “I’ll reaffirm the matter that it’s perfectly normal and okay to not win all of them. I’ll remind Amanda too” he smiled continuously. He stepped closer into the room as her tone lowered. He nodded again. Her crossed arms highlighting her supported breasts beneath her sports bra. He smirked. “Behave…” he ushered his eyes to her breasts, then back to her eyes again. “Like you said, she’s a winner. She’s not used to not being number 1. Perhaps her husband offering an attractive young lady, who spends a lot of time with her child his hand was a frowning point” he laughed playfully. @Mrs Writes 💓

She stood up, moving closer to him. “I spend a lot of time with someone else close to her too.” She whispered. Smirking. “I’m behaving daddy..” she muttered as she walked by him. Putting the box at the other side of the room. “Are you working tonight?” She always asked that question before asking if she would be seeing him. @Mr Writes

He bit his lower lip as she teased him twice in quick succession. Once about her seeing Amanda’s husband a lot, the second, calling him daddy. He watched her walk across the room. Their tones low. They knew they were living dangerously. “That depends….” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Just so I know if I have to put your dinner on.” She stopped in her tracks. “I didn’t mean that to sound so…Married.” She laughed a little turning round to him. “Isn’t Amanda going to come looking for you. You don’t take this long to pee.” She smiled, again making a comment that sounded like she knew this man inside and out @Mr Writes

She stopped, a worried look etched across her face. A look of panic for the first time, a worry that she’d said the wrong thing. “Relax!” He whispered, calming her quickly. “What’s on the menu?” He asked as she moved another box of items across the room, tucking chairs in as she passed. “You know more and more about me, eh?” He smirked. “If I’m working tonight or not, depends on what your plans are with something. Are you planning on getting showered and changed? Or are you planning to stay exactly as you are? Sweat. Sports bra. Thong…” his tone of voice lower than usual toward the end. @Mrs Writes 💓

She shook her head and laughed softly at the knowledge of him knowing she was wearing a thong. “After this, I have a meeting with the school board. Then I’m going to the gym. Then I’ll go home and cook dinner before I have a shower or a bath later.” She smiles at him. They were becoming comfortable with one another. They undoubtedly were at her house more than his these days. It was just easier. “Just text me and let me know.” Her voice still low. As she heard voices beginning to fill the halls. “The toilets are just up a bit to your left” she said a bit louder. @Mr Writes

“School board meeting. Very professional” he bit his lower lip. “I’ll text you if I can. Don’t shower” he told her playfully. He stepped backward toward the door. “Miss Evans thank you, my apologies for disturbing you.” He smiled, leaving her door and passing the oncoming staff. He met Amanda at the car, who drove him and Milo home. It was a quiet journey. Awkward perhaps. “Remember King, it’s not always the only thing to win” Michael said, breaking the silence and Milo fought sleep. @Mrs Writes 💓

Amanda: “it’s still nice to be a winner. You can lay on the floor laughing your head off if your a winner.” She added into his comment “Milo you’ll always be a winner to us. Every year gets better.” Amanda’s face screwed sour as Milo mentioned Mrs Evans. “He’s obsessed with that women. What has done to make him so compelled by her.” Amanda nudged Michaels legs as they drove. Meanwhile, Carla’s meeting was just about over. She was excited to finally see Micheal tonight, even if they were to only chill out. Which they probably wouldn’t. @Mr Writes

Milo drifted off to sleep before Michael responded to Amanda’s questioning surrounding Miss Evans. He shrugged his shoulders. “Teachers have a lasting impression on their students. You can’t punish the boy for doing well and impressing.” Michael snapped back eventually. Michael put Milo to bed after a bath, he was exhausted from the sun and the days activities. “I’ve got a bit of work to do, I’m going to go into the office.” He told Amanda. They were cold to eachother this evening. He didn’t want to be a part of that low atmosphere. Michael hadn’t told or warned Carla he was on his way. “Crap” he said to himself. She’d probably be on her way to the gym. He finally parked outside her house and reached for his phone. “I’m sorry, I’m outside xx” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at the message. Opening her front door. She had skipped the gym after the meeting was over she just wanted to get home. Her eyes were slightly puffy as if she had been crying. “I like this just showing up..” she smiled at him. Going into the house together. “Would you like dinner on? Have you eaten?” She heard the door close behind him as she walked to her kitchen. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. Agreeing. “I like it. Just showing up. It’s a nice option to have.” He smiled, closing the door. Her hips swayed across toward the kitchen. “Have you started to cook? I can cook? You’ve been busy all day. You deserve a rest” he smiled again, following her into her open kitchen. “I didn’t think you’d be home. I was just going to wait in the car” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah the meeting didn’t go amazing, so I just wanted to come home.” She poured herself a glass of wine. “No I haven’t started yet, Are you staying the night or?” She ushered to the wine bottle, wondering if he could have one. “I don’t deserve a night off, it’s my job. A job I should apparently being do more for. A job that I give my absolute everything to, just for some stupid -“ she stopped herself realising he had never seen her upset before. “Sorry. Do you want a glass of wine?” She wiped a tear that had formed. Not daring to turn to him. @Mr Writes

Carla’s back was facing Michael, though her voice was breaking as she became frustrated and upset the more she discussed the meeting. Michael stepped across the kitchen to her, moving the bottle of wine out of the way, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Shhh…” he whispered against her ear, his right hand holding her belly, his left stroked her hair gently. “You are amazing…” he told her, squeezing her belly as he said so. “Look what you achieved today, an amazing day for everyone. Even though I let you win” he laughed playfully. @Mrs Writes 💓

She relaxed into him. Hitting his hand away from her stomach. With a small laugh “don’t point out my flaws.” “You didn’t let me win. We drew.” She smiled wiping her tears. “Amanda put a complaint in against” she couldn’t finish her sentence before her tears burst. She looked away from him. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t cry.” She reached for a napkin, drying her eyes. “I think she knows about us, or maybe she just hates me. Ugh I strongly dislike her right now…Sorry. That’s your wife, I’m sure she’s lovely.” Carla was talking at 100mph. Her emotions heightened. @Mr Writes

Michael squeezed what she perceived to be flaws, after she swiped away his hand & he returned it. They weren’t flaws to him. He stood, holding her, silently as she spoke, her voice breaking as a tear rolled down her face. She didn’t deserve this. He almost felt responsible. She was fantastic at what she did. “Amanda seems bitter at the strong bond you and Milo have…” Michael told her, he handed her a second napkin. He understood why and how Carla felt how she did, why the words she was released felt like they did. “You can dislike her, you’re allowed”. He smiled. “I’m sorry this has happened. “What did they say at work? What did you say?” He asked. He wanted to help. @Mrs Writes 💓

She turned around, wrapping her arms around him. Her head against his chest. “They will be observing me the next few weeks until the end of term. And I will not be Milo’s teacher next year.” She looked up at him. “I’m sorry I’m emotional. I’m not normally like this. I just try so hard for every child in my class.” She hugged him tighter. “I don’t want to loose you” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “That might be a good thing though. If this is going to… if this is going to continue, secretly or our in the open, it might be best to distance Milo from yourself at school. Especially if a relationship outside of the school might form?…” he suggested. Surely she understood what he meant. He wanted her around. “You’re allowed to be emotional and invested. It’s what the children love about you. It’s what I admire”. He lifted her chin up to him, kissing her lips gently. “You’re not going to lose me mummy”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Hearing him speak about a future together. Almost a family, she could of melted. “Micheal…What are we? What is this? Is this just for fun?” She questioned him as she left his lips leave hers. “I just need to know what I’m fighting for. Because I would fight everything for you.” @Mr Writes

Michael paused to ponder what his answer should include. Facts and feelings or just one or the other. “I think, it’s possibly been pushed further than just an affair or a fling. I think that ended once we started turning up unannounced. I think feelings took over from lust.” He paused, looking down at her, she was stood between his legs. “There’s a mutual attraction and understanding here. You have everything I want on so many levels. But, what do we do?” He laughed at his own question. “What do we do?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“What do you do?” She smiled. “I’ve been in this situation before. Your situation, It was the hardest thing yet the best thing I done was leave.” She leaned up kissing him softly. “I used to be married. Technically I don’t think I’m legally divorced yet, however Frankie was manipulative. So once my eyes were opened to that. It was easy to leave. However it took me weeks and weeks to decide. You have to be ready to face the drama of Amanda.” She went back to hugging him. “And Milo.” She parted from him, digging through a draw in the kitchen. Turning round handing him, a set of two keys. “Have these. My house is yours. For whenever you feel like you need to just be yourself…even tho I’ll be here majority of the time. It’s more than just an Affair to me. I want to be with you throughout it all.” @Mr Writes

Michael stood and listened. She was opening up more and more, but this much was unusual. He nodded. “What do I do.” He agreed. It wasn’t a they or a we or an us, not yet at least. He had no idea of the past she had hidden. “I’ve got decisions to make, people to let down.” He nodded. They both knew what was surely going to happen. They both knew what made them happy, but it would upset people too. He took the keys from her, placing them next to her phone on the kitchen counter. “You sure?” He asked her for reassurance. “You’ll find me raiding your fridge or bathing in the bath” he laughed playfully. “That’s a big commitment, giving me them…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You know when adults used to say to you when you were younger that when you find the one. You just know?” She didn’t need to say anything else. “I’m committed to us. I’m going to be here for whatever and whenever you need me!” She reached up onto her tiptoes planting a soft kiss on his lips. “Please bathe in my bath.” She laughed, hiding her face in his chest from the flush of red that etched her cheeks at her cheesy remark. @Mr Writes

He nodded. She didn’t need to finish her sentence. He knew. He felt the same. “You just know, eh”. He smiled as she reached his lips for a soft and gentle, knowing kiss. “You won’t be able to get rid of me now I’ve got them.” He laughed. “I need to find a way to do this all properly, I know that.” He assured her. “We should probably keep this secret until it’s the right time? You’ll need to tell work, right?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“We will be a secret until you sort everything out and more. I will likely tell my work after the summer holidays. Hey you have a free babysitter now for the whole of summer. How lucky are you?” She smiled. “Just take your time. Really think about everything. I don’t want to be the reason you make a decision you might regret.” She turned away, pouring him a glass of wine. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “You’re more than just a babysitter to me mummy” he smiled, squeezing her hips before she handed him a glass of wine. He nodded. “I’ll sort it out, I promise.” He raised his glass to her. “To the next adventure” he raised his eyebrows. “I’ll do it tomorrow? Then I’ve got all week to sort everything out before a romantic weekend away together, remember?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled, clinking her glass off his, before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Careful not to drop any wine. “Tomorrow? You need to be sure Micheal.” She used his real name, it felt weird to her. “I don’t want you to rush it.” She kissed him soflty before turning her attention away to the fridge. “In the meantime. What would you like for dinner?” @Mr Writes

She had very rarely, if ever used his real name. Something to get used to in the relationship. It’s not all daddy and baby he understood. They were adults after all. Adult life needs adult conversations. “You don’t think I’m sure? You think tomorrow is rushed? You don’t think it’s healthy, romantic to go away next weekend, free?” He asked. “Are you on the menu at all tonight?” He asked as she turned into fridge, he wore a smirk she couldn’t see. “I’ll cook risotto?” He suggested. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well if your sure then it’s up to you. It’s not like we will just be out in the open together until everything dies down. She probably knows it’s me your seeing.” She half sighed with panic. “I’m on the dessert menu only” she shaked her head softly as he asked his question, “Mhm risotto sounds good. Don’t think you’ve ever cooked me dinner.”

7:24 AM

@Mr Writes

“You really think she has any sort of idea?!” He asked, surprised. “It’s about time I cook for you. A taste of what to expect in the future, perhaps?” He smiled. She stepped to the side of the fridge, Michael pulled out bits. “Where’s the frying pan?” He laughed. “I’ve not been properly shown round” he smirked playfully. “Big day tomorrow…” he filled the silence, perhaps they were both aware now. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You haven’t been probably shown around? Frying pan is in the drawer that you banged me against on the third time you came here” she joked as she walked over getting out the frying pan. “You can nosey around later” she smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek as she placed the frying pan next to him. “Big day for you.” She replied x

7:42 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael laughed. She was sassy in her response and the way she flung open the drawer and cupboard to the frying pan. “I wasn’t looking at what was inside at the time” he smirked, taking it from her. “That key will probably come in handy tomorrow” he assumed, as he found the chopping board all by himself. “Chicken and pea risotto with…” he paused, opening the kitchen. “Perfect, Parmesan?” He held aloft proudly. “Sit down?” He ushered the dining room table and chairs. Keep me company while I cook for us” he smiled. She could relax, be treated right.

7:46 AM

@Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled topping up their wine. “Not too much Parmesan in mine. I don’t love cheese.” She pushed herself up onto the counter. The only one he seemed not to be using. “You panicking, I can tell. You need to talk to me. Or someone if not me. You’ve mentioned it happening tomorrow a few times so you can’t tell me your not nervous!” She swung her legs a little as she spoke. @Mr Writes

“Oh my God how am I only finding that out about you now? I love cheese.” He exclaimed. She looked cute sat up on the counter, legs flailing slightly in the air. “I seem nervous?” He asked. He wasn’t sure. He shrugged his shoulders. “What do you think? Maybe I am a bit” he laughed. She already was beginning to read him, understand him and tell when something was on his mind. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I have only just began to like cheese. It’s the smell.” She gags at the thought of it. “Nope. Only a little. And hide it” she laughed softly. “Yeah I think your nervous. You’ve gone a little flushed at the nose and cheekbones” she smiled at him. “What are you thinking about, talk to me” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and shook his head. “It’s like a child having to hide the vegetables” he joked teasingly. “Hmm. It’s just, a big step isn’t it. In so many ways. For my marriage. For Milo. For me, Amanda.” He paused. “For us”. He nodded. “But it’s the right thing to do, for all of those people, for all of those reasons.” He almost told himself rather than the conversation. “Any tips?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla sat listening as he listed the reasons. Surprised when he asked her for tips. “Mhm..” she began to nervously fidget with a hair tie that was on her wrist. “Not really. The situation is slightly different…me and Frankie are still…friends” the tone of friends meant that they weren’t. “Okay we are civil if we see eachother, which we hardly do.” She sighed, looking over at him. “I met Frankie when I was 15. We were bestfriends before anything. Then at 18 we became official. And…and I had changed my whole career plan for his family. Anyway, it ended mutually…and he cheated. But his family hated me. There was no kids involved. We…we couldn’t have kids.” She looked to the floor. She was yet to find out that the fertility problem was coming from Frankie. Carla was as fertile as they come. “Sorry I shouldn’t of sprung that onto you .” She looked at him. @Mr Writes

It was immediately clear, as he turned to face her as she fidgeted, that his question had made her feel uncomfortable or caught her off guard, so, she was brave enough to peel back another layer to her that he’d not seen or known of before. Michael stood silently for a moment. He didn’t know what to say. “Baby, I’m sorry. I had… I had no idea.” He span to the counter top where she sat, wrapping his arms around her gently, kissing her cheek lightly. He didn’t ask any follow up questions, if she wanted to continue that topic, she could herself. He didn’t want to introduce any pressure. “Don’t apologise”. He whispered, going back to the frying pan, stirring the chicken and peas, adding the risotto rice and chicken stock. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I just knew when it was time to leave Frankie. When they’re was no love left. When we fought more than we laughed. You need to be sure that’s where your at.” She got of the counter wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. Resting her head on his back. “Plates are first cupboard to the left.” She laughed softly against his back. @Mr Writes

He nodded as he listened. Her words were strong, true and factual. He took a deep breath as he felt her hands around his waist. He laughed, bending down for the plates once her touch was removed. “I know it’s time. I laugh here, I love here.” He told her, a passionate and loving, warming smile across his cheeks. “You both wanted children together?” He asked. She had continued to talk, he felt it right to ask, at least. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well I was with him since I was 18. Married since we were 20. Yeah we had envisioned kids together. After 2 years of trying, we gave up. Wondered if it would happen naturally and on year 3 it didn’t and we ended things.” She set the table while she spoke. Still wearing her clothes from sports day. “I’ve been separated for two years, legally filed for divorce last year. Still waiting.” She looked at him. “There’s so much we don’t know about eachother. I’m worried you leave Amanda and realise you don’t love me….like me.” She dropped the love bomb before she could recover it. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded and listened, stirring the pan as she laid the table and painted the picture of her failed marriage. “But you were so young, you don’t know what you want truly at that age baby.” He smiled, grabbing the plates to plate up. Carla started herself with the word love. She was immediately silence, Michael sensed it. “I’ve fallen for you, I’ve told you that already. I’m sorry if falling for you was quick.” He paused. “You forcing the word back in or?” He asked laughing, clearing the air. He placed 2 plates on the table and pulled a chair out for her, grabbing the half empty bottle of wine and placing it on the table. “Parmesan hidden well enough?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled as she sat down. “I don’t want to rush the L word..but I haven’t felt like this with anyone else.” She looked at her risotto, smiling back at him. “It doesn’t smell like cheese so I think we’re good.” She tilted her glass as he poured another glass of wine for them. “I’m older now than you were when you had Milo…” she looked at him trying not to laugh “your old now daddy…” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. He agreed. They didn’t need to rush anything. The only thing they’d rushed so far is their physical relationship, though it was difficult not to when they’d met at the pub nearly a month ago. He laughed loudly across the table as she teased his ageing body. “You think daddy’s old at 28?!” He laughed, scooping some dinner onto his spoon. “I’m in my prime, or I thought I was” he smirked playfully. “So, you didn’t explore adopting together? The relationship was over?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed at his laugh. It was contagious to her. “We spoke about it once. And then in a blind rage during an argument one day he shouted at me and said ”Whats even the point of adopting when you can’t even look after this house. You would be an awful mother, your the reason we don’t have a family.” so yeah…that was also the moment I knew I was leaving and applied to do the teaching course instead. Starting doing things for myself.” She played with her dinner. Loosing some of her appetite with the flashback of Frankie screaming at her. @Mr Writes

Michael stopped eating, listening and looking over her as she described the situation. She looked uncomfortable and sad reliving it. “Baby, I’m sorry. We don’t need to explore the past anymore. The present and the future is far more exciting and important”. He reached his hand over the table to hers, squeezing it. They shared romance and adult lives very well together, understood eachother, which in turn ensured their physical relationship was so strong and passionate. “I think you’re a fantastic mother model, the way you are with Milo, it’s amazing.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“That’s my job. I’ve bonded well with Milo. Love him as much as I love you” she smirked as she dropped the love bomb intentional. Returning to eating she gazed over at him. “The future and now are exiting!” @Mr Writes

Michael couldn’t help the smile that grew across his cheeks as she said what she did. “Are you sure it’s not love already?” He smirked. “If we ever get there, if it’s ever right, we’ll adopt…” he smiled. Their own family, that’s exactly what he’d just insinuated at. “I’m all for giving a baby a chance who wouldn’t have a chance otherwise.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“When the time comes we can discuss things..” she smiled. “Your an amazing cook. Missed your calling in life. What did make you want to be a doctor?” She played footsie with him under the table. Changing the conversation back to him. She listened as she ate. Making noises of satisfaction as she finished her dinner. “Seriously was amazing.” @Mr Writes

His foot joined hers in a dance under the table, neither of them acknowledging it. Silently dancing together. “I wanted to be a chef when I was young” he laughed. “But, my dad was a doctor. I guess I admired his work ethic and role. So I followed” he shrugged his shoulders. “I think I’m good at what I do though” he smiled shyly. He very rarely self evaluated. “Mm, baby you’re welcome. I’ll load the dishwasher. You stay there”. He smiled, pushing himself to his feet. “Would you ever get a bigger place?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Wow no, I will get the dishwasher.” She stood up, pushing him back to his seat. “You cooked, I’ll clean.” She leaned down kissing him as she took his plate. Going over loading the dishwasher. “Erm I guess if we needed it…is 4 bedrooms not to your standard? Mr hot shot doctor?” She laughed as she wiped the counters down @Mr Writes

She pushed him back into his chair with a kiss and a firm hold of his shoulder. He went for a second kiss but she disappeared. The tease. He watched as she loaded the dishwasher, her ass and thong a sight to behold in the tight leggings that he’d tried all day to ignore at sports day. “Oh, I thought it had 3.” He paused laughing. “My mistake. 4 is good. I might lose you in 5…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“The loft is converted..” she smiled over at him. “Feel free to turn the spare soon into a bedroom for Milo. And the other a home office. Although I’m helping with Milo’s bedroom!” She smiled, pulling out two bowls and the icecream from the freezer. @Mr Writes

Michael’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Did you move in with it already converted?” He asked intrigued. “His warm smile grew as usual as she included Milo in their plans. “So he can stay? He’d like that. How are we going to explain that?” Michael asked. “We can decorate and sort the room out together, how fun!” He said. Michael glanced at the bowls playfully. “What are they for? Am I not eating that off your body?” He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah, I bought the house that way” she smiled over at him. “And yes you can if you want.” She giggled softly, taking his bowl over to him. “We would also have to wait a while before we explain it to Milo.” She smiled down at him. @Mr Writes

“I’ll have some now and some later” he smirked as she sat opposite him again, footsies immediately beginning again between them both. “What makes you think we’d need to wait? Will it not confuse him more staying here randomly without an explanation?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“This could always be your house. Especially until the summer holidays. Then ill no longer be his teacher.” She smiles over at him. “Do you see yourself in a different house?” She asked taking some of her icecream. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and smiled gently. “Thank you. I might need it after tomorrow” he said, a little more freely than an hour ago. “You mean, in a different house to the one we have now with Milo?” He asked. “Yeah, of course. It’s got to change”. He paused. “Do you see yourself having me as a permanent resident?” He laughed, smirking playfully. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I can’t lie and say I haven’t thought about it..I wouldn’t of given you a key otherwise. Excited to be able to come home to you everyday” she winked at him. “I walk around naked a lot.” She laughed softly. “That going to be a problem?” @Mr Writes

Michael’s smirk grew as she laughed softly, he bit his lower lip as she spooned ice cream into her mouth. “It’s exciting to come home to eachother…” he paused. “Why would that be a problem baby?” He asked, intrigued by the thought of doing the most basic task, or coming home and being greeted by the naked body that he’s worshipped for nearly a month. “I’ll have to learn more resistance” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Or I’ll just have to wear clothes more” she smiled teasing him. “I guess I’ll have to empty have my wardrobe. Give you more than just the little side draw you’ve claimed.” She smirked at him, rubbing her foot higher up his leg. @Mr Writes

“more clothes aren’t necessary” he smirked with her. She was teasing him, and doing it very well, as her foot continued to explore. “Why don’t we make the “office” more of a dressing room, add a new wardrobe, which could be mine. Then you don’t have to ruin your own?” He suggested. “The only things in my drawer at the moment is condoms which we haven’t used, a cock ring and some underwear anyway” he laughed: @Mrs Writes 💓

She nearly spat out her icecream as he mentioned the things in her drawer. “Wait theres condoms in it? Why do you have them? I can’t have kids plus it feels better without” She paused for a moment, looking at him seriously. “Do you have sex with Amanda still?” She asked, Feeling almost disheartened if he said yes. “Wait. I don’t think I wanna know?” She said

11:19 AM

@Mr Writes

Baby I only found out about the infertility tonight. They’ve been in there for a couple of weeks, we’ve just never used them” he laughed at her reaction. He reached for her spare hand. “Do you want to know, or not?” He asked softly, her foot still for a moment low on his leg at this time. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah, tell me. It’s not like you’ve asked me to be your girlfriend yet anyways. And she’s your wife!” She took his hand, keeping her eye contact. Why did it hurt her a little at the knowledge of him sleeping with his own wife. Was it because she made her life hell. She had complained a few times but this last one caused more trouble for Carla @Mr Writes

Their eye contact was glued to eachother. “Baby, Amanda and myself haven’t had sex since I met you. We’ve sometimes been in separate beds. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was having an affair too.” He said half heartedly, though, he perhaps believed it slightly. He paused for a moment. It felt right. “I know technically, I’m married and haven’t done anything about that yet, but, I want you to be my girlfriend. If… if you’re ready?” It was perhaps too soon. Given he hadn’t even told Amanda yet. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I would love to be your girlfriend.” She grinned like a school girl. Squeezing his hand tightly. “I just have one rule in this house….You need to fuck me faster! I’ve been waiting all night baby…” she laughed softly. @Mr Writes

He felt her squeeze and the grin grew across her cheeks. He’s laughed at her comment. “Faster pace or faster as in, sooner?” He laughed with her, he needed clarity whichever one it was. “I don’t think I have any rules for mummy” @Mrs Writes 💓

“As in as soon as you walk through the door. The scent of you makes me horny.” She laughed softly again as a blush flushed her cheeks in slight embarrassment. “Good I don’t need rules…I’m an independent women.” She shows off her muscles laughing. “Remember I have a night out tomorrow night. The monthly pub crawl with the girls. God, it’s been a month since I had the best sex of my life…need to find that man again” she winked at him. @Mr Writes

Michael blushed and raised his eyebrows. “Carla!” He laughed. “It can’t be that bad, surely?” He smirked. He couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face. But truthfully speaking, there wasn’t a moment where he didn’t want to rip the clothes off of her too. Even in the most inappropriate moments. “That man, if you’re talking about me, will be here waiting for you to return home, slightly drunk and horny, I hope”. He licked his lips. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You will be slightly drunk and horny? Or I will be? Cause I’ll be more than slightly…” she gave a soft laugh as she stood up clearing the table. “It is that bad, Micheal!” She emphasised his name as he had called hers out moments prior. “God knows what you do to me.” She turned to face him with her infectious smile she gave him the look. “I’m going to shower, I ran around a lot today…” @Mr Writes

Michael’s smirk grew and grew. “I meant you”. He paused. “BUT. Just talking about it is turning me on. Sitting here alone tomorrow, waiting for you to come home, drunk and horny.” The image itself was making Michael horny now. They’d had great drunken sex previously. He bit his lower lip. Nodding. “I want to join you in the shower…”

10:13 PM

@Mrs Writes 💓

“Can I make a rule… for our house.” She smiled, as she went over to him. Straddling him on the dinning room chair. “That we always will shower together? Not always sexually. But I like being that close to you.” She smiled planting a soft kiss on his lips @Mr Writes

The way she approached him, presenting a rule she hadn’t yet shared as she began to straddle him across the chair was very domineering, very enticing. She had him fixated on her like an actress. He nodded in agreement. “I would love that rule.” His lips pressed firmly against hers. She was right, it didn’t always need to be sexual, but to have that intimate moment would always be special. @Mrs Writes 💓

She returned his kiss over and over. Nipping at his bottom lip. “The showers upstairs” she smirked at him as she pressed her forehead against his. Standing up slowly, she held her hand out to him. Helping him to his feet before leading him upstairs. She let go of his hand when they reached the top. Pulling her top off while facing away from him. Dropping it in the washing basket. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded as she nipped at his bottom lip, informing him of where the shower was. Michael followed her up the stairs, behind her as he enjoyed the view. A view he couldn’t get tired of. He watched her, she remained in her actress state as she removed her top, his eyes drawn to the strap on her bra. “I told you in your classroom not to shower until I got home” Michael whispered, biting his lower lip at the woman stood before him with her back to him. “I don’t know, there was something about it all. Sweaty. Hot and bothered. I just wanted some of it.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“And I listened to daddy.” She replied, as she bent down pushing her leggings to the floor. “I always listen to daddy…” she turned around and faced him. “You make me hot and bothered.” She laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulder. Kissing him softly. “I’ll meet you in the shower..” she smiled, trailing her hand down his chest, down to his manhood. Running her hand over it as she left. Going into the master bedroom, slipping into the en-suite. The sounds of water running could be heard. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. She had listened. His hands held and gripped tightly at her hips as her hands wrapped round him, kissing him softly. “You’re not coming in now?..” he asked, though she had disappeared without a reply. Michael followed his own instructions, getting into the shower with the water running, he began to wash away his own sweat of the days activities. @Mrs Writes 💓

She hid in the spare toilet for a few minutes, fighting back the nausea. She got in the shower shortly after him. “Hi daddy” she kissed his shoulder from behind, running her hands around his waist. They stood there for a few minutes, before she moved round him, allowing her body to be drenched in the water. “Jesus Christ! It’s freezing.” She gasped closing the gap between them as she turned the shower up. @Mr Writes

Carla reappeared shortly after, Michael had already begun to douse himself in shower gel and rub it against his skin. The water was indeed cold, it’d been a hot day. Fresh cool down in a cold shower. She immediately raised the temperature, both of the water and between them both as their bodies hugged eachother. His hands rolled over her neck, down her torso and over her hips and waist. “It’s a bloody fantastic body…” he whispered, biting his lip as he explored with his eyes. “What took you so long?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled up at him as she felt his soapy hands cover the outline of her body. Hearing him whispering how fantastic he found her body. “I felt a bit yucky after dinner. I’m fine now” she looked up at him with loving eyes. She had fallen so hard for this man in so little time. She was obsessed. Was it too early to say that she thinks he’s the one? “Im fine” she smiled, placing a hand on his cheek. Easing the worried look he presented her with. “Stop diagnosing me in your head…” she gave a soft laugh. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “All doctors do that about people they care and love” he smiled, her hand against his cheek, his hands caressed and hovered against her waistline as usual. Something he adored about her for sure. “Why don’t I scrub your hard worked, aching body?” He suggested, reaching for her shower gel and sponge. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I wouldn’t say hard worked, you not begun working me yet” she shaked her head at her own failed joke. “I give up sexy talk..” she laughed. Turning around to face the water as he washed her back. Pushing her ass against him as she bent over picking up the shower gel so she could wash her front. @Mr Writes

They both laughed instantaneously. Normally she was very good at sexy talk, but this time it hadn’t worked. Her ass cheeks pushed against his waistline as she bent down to pick up her shower gel. He bit his lip. She normally did that sort of thing on purpose. “Behave” he whispered, slapping her backside playfully. @Mrs Writes 💓

She shakes her ass against him as she lathered her breasts with soap, biting her lip as she looked over her shoulder at him. “No” her devilish smirk grew. “What you going to do about it…daddy?” She giggled as she jiggled her ass against him once more. “Huh?” @Mr Writes

His cock grew, instantly as she teased, looking back at him with an arched neck and back, soap across her breasts, her ass against his crotch. “Don’t…” he told her playfully. “You know this is what I want from you. The off limits candy I need.” He bit his lower lip, watching her down. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well I don’t know if I taste as nice as candy…you’ll need to try a bit of me” she smirked, turning around to face him. Allowing the soap to run off her back. “Am I off limits…” she smiled, trailing her hand over his cock. “Who said that…” @Mr Writes

Michael watched her lips move as she spoke, her eyes dart across his body. She truly was an artist at having his attention. An actress. She always got him hooked on every work, every movement. He bit his lower lip as the palm of her hand wrapped his cock. “The part of your body I want, I think is off limits…”

9:13 AM

@Mrs Writes 💓

“How can we make it available to you then…daddy” she smirked up at him as she ran her hand up and down the length of his cock. “Tell mummy” she kissed him softly on his lips before trailing kisses down his jaw, to his ear. Nibbling his ear gentle. “Don’t be shy” @Mr Writes

She was back to owning dirty talk. It didn’t take her long. She was a perfectionist. He stared at her, lustfully as she edged him on to tell her everything. He was biting his lip as her hand stroked his ever growing cock. “Mmm…” “Well, I know what I want…”

9:24 AM

@Mrs Writes 💓

“What would you like?” She smirked trailing her kisses back Down his jaw to his lips. “You keeping secrets now?” She continued to stroke his cock as she watched him bite her lip. “Or would you like me to stop.” @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head silently. “Stopping isn’t an option I have at the moment…” he paused. His eyes watching hers, her eyes a picture of love and lust. Seduction. “I want you. I want that ass.” He paused, biting his lip. “Wherever…” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smirked up at him. Taking her hand away. “Here” she turned around, placing her hands on the shower wall. Pushing her ass out to him. The water running down her back. “Have me” she smiled, biting her lip over her shoulder at him. @Mr Writes

Michael watched as she turned herself around and away from him, she bit her lip staring back at him, offering herself to him like a trophy. He bit his own lip and smirked at the offer and view. “Damn…” he breathed deeply, his cock pointing to her. “I didn’t know I had cock this good…” he playfully teased. She’d stopped stroking him and offered herself to him so quickly. The warm water running down her back acted as a lubricant. “Sure?” He asked. “Has mummy done this before?”

7:02 PM

@Mrs Writes 💓

She continued to tease him by subtly shaking her ass against him. “No mummy hasn’t…I haven’t done a lot of things until I met you.” She smiled round at him. “Is daddy too scared to take mummy in the shower?” She further teased him. “Daddy has the power to move me to wherever he likes.” @Mr Writes

“Spontaneously looking to branch out and experiment. You become more and more perfect” he smirked, slapping her ass as she waved it infront of him. He held and gripped her waistline for a moment, his cock outlining her backside, relaxing her. “It would be hot here”. He paused. “It will be hot anywhere.” He bit his lip. “Bending you over anywhere…”

7:29 PM

@Mrs Writes 💓

“Where else do you wish to bend me over?” She smiled asking him out of curiosity. She wasn’t usually adventurous. He brought that side out in her. A small part of her felt like she had to be. To compete with his life he had with Amanda. Feeling his grip on her waist, she turned to him and said “fuck me daddy” @Mr Writes

Michael stared at her for a moment. Just taking in her lustful acting. “I’ve thought about bending you over so many places…” he paused. “Definitely your desk at work. All over this house. The garden. Mmm” he moaned as she urged him to push his cock between her tight, inviting ass. Her backside relaxed, allowing him entry. It was tight, a squeeze and his cock certainly couldn’t fully enter her, at least not yet. The tip of his cock was teasing her as he gently pushing himself against her. It was important to slowly both be able to bring it to an ability to enjoy. “I love it when you talk like that”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“In the garden? Whereabouts in the garden…” she smiled round at him. She bit her bottom lip as he pushed into her slowly. “When I talk like what…daddy” she laughed softly. She could feel him slowly push himself more and more against her. “Your being a tease…” @Mr Writes

The garden furniture. Against the fence. Perhaps we could put a bench somewhere” he smirked at the thought and images in his head. “When you tell me what you want. When you tell me what to do. When you want me.” He bit his lower lip. His cock began to disappear further between her enticing ass, her muscles relaxing and getting used to the pressure, his hips getting closer and closer to her backside. “You’re the perfect tease. Im not teasing at all…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I don’t tell you what to do…but you could go just the tiniest bit faster. Your not going to break me.” She stopped herself. “Maybe I do it a little…” she smiled over her shoulder at him. “Least you like it…” she laughed softly before moaning at him pushing in further. @Mr Writes

They both laughed as she realised she’d told him what to do. He liked it. It wasn’t a problem. A demanding woman can be a happy woman. A satisfied woman too. “I do like it…” he breathed deeply. The sensation this had was different to their vaginal sex. This felt tighter around his cock, more constricting, in a good way. “This has always been a kink of mine…” he told her. He’d began to be able to break into a gentle, faster rhythm, his cock further and further between her cheeks. He pulled her hair with his right hand, holding her waist with his left. “Play with yourself baby…” @Mrs Writes 💓

She done what she was told, running her hand down her body, finding her own clit. Running gentle circles around it. The new experience left her feeling extra sensitive to touch. She didn’t mind. She took her time. The bathroom echoed their moans. Her moans only grew as she played with herself more. Her ass hitting against his hips. “Fuck” she moaned out in pleasure @Mr Writes

Michael’s moans of pleasure and tight control being given by her ass sense his pleasure through the roof, joined with the knowledge, view and sounds of Carla pleasure herself sent him into overdrive. Her swear filled moan echoing around the bathroom as her back became silky wet from the running water. “Fucking hell, this is something else” Michael screamed, moaning louder than ever. The tight grip her ass had of his cock would lead to a climax earlier than ever. @Mrs Writes 💓

Hearing him moan, louder than he had before edged her closer. She loved hearing him moan. Truth be told, she loved hearing him moan, groan, talk. His voice, him as a whole had something over her. She could of taken him right there in the field when they fell. The way he grunted getting up. She pulled her hand away from herself. “Shit, I’m going cum.” The thoughts of him at sports day edged her closer, so much she didn’t want to cum without him. @Mr Writes

Michael had no idea of the thoughts running through her head as she pushed herself closer and closer to climaxing. How he had such a hold over her in all aspects, how she thought she could just fool around with him on the field, surrounded by all those eyes. He’d wanted to pull her leggings off, revealing her sweaty thong all afternoon. He’d happily eat her pussy before a shower, he was that in awe of her. Her admittance to become close to cum had him feel a tightening of her muscles around her ass. He grunted, something he didn’t yet know she liked. “I’m going to cum across your back and butt…” he moaned. He wanted to watch his cum spurt across her. “Cum with me, mummy” @Mrs Writes 💓

Complying with what he wanted from her, she returned her hand to herself, edging herself once again to the feeling of climax. Both of their moans were met by one another. Echoing around them and she felt his few final thrusts before pulling out and leaving his load tricking down her back and ass. Feeling him push deep before he pulled out was the final straw in her pleasure. It spread throughout her as she came. Putting both hands on the wall infront of her to keep her balance. @Mr Writes

“CARLAAAAH” he moaned, arching his neck back, she became out of view as she steadied herself against the bathroom wall, his cum dripping from his cock. “Fuck, that was hot…” he panted. She kept herself steadied against the wall, Michael reached for her sponge, beginning the gentle aftercare of cleaning her back of his warm mess. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled as she caught her breath, feeling him jump right into the caring side. Washing her back for the second time tonight. “Thank you daddy” she smiled as she turned around. “Are you staying tonight? Or do you have to go home for that meeting tomorrow morning?” The look on his face told Carla that he didn’t know about a meeting. She panicked slightly. “Amanda didn’t tell you…” she turned the water off. @Mr Writes

Carla turned to him, clean as she reached for a towel after turning the water off. “Meeting?” He asked, unsure what was about to be said. “I don’t know anything…” he paused. “Do I need to know before I decide if I can stay or not?” He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It’s about the complaint. They wanted to meet with Milos parents to discuss what they would like done.” Carla looked at him. “Amanda clearly knows that you would defend my relationship with Milo. That you don’t have a problem with it. Oh- my career is going to be over isn’t it.” She falls back on the bed with her towel wrapped around her. Starring at the celling. God, I should stop eating before sex. Or throwing myself on the bed. I feel so nauseous. she thought to herself as she took a deep breath @Mr Writes

“Christ. What time? Is it best to tell her about me wanting to leave before or after that?!” He laughed slightly, through the awkward nature. He sat next to her on the bed, stroked her hair, attempting to calm her worrying mind. “You’re not going to lose your job” @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked up at him. “I can’t help you decide that. It has to be your decision to leave. The meeting is at 9. Right as the kids start school. Then depending on the outcome, I have a meeting at 10:30.” She sighed looking away from him as she began to tear up again. “Sorry I’m not usually so emotional I’m just due on in a few days” it was when she had said that, she realised she wasn’t due her period. She was late. @Mr Writes

He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking what was best. “I don’t want to leave you alone tonight. But the meeting is too early to tell her before.” He paused. “I’ll be there tomorrow, for you…” he kissed his forehead. “Ahh, off limits for a week soon then mummy” he smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled, the actress she was decided just to keep the knowledge to herself. “You can’t tell Amanda I told you about the meeting. You’ll need to say that they phoned the both of you. Probably best to tell her afterwards.” She leaned up kissing him. Pulling him down and she kissed him over and over. Needing him to calm her nerves. @Mr Writes

“I promise” he nodded. Agreeing it was a good idea to not tell Amanda I found out through Carla. It was important they both did what they both could to ensure Carla kept her job and that everything went back to normal. He laid down next to her, holding her next to her tightly and close. “It’ll be fine, you’ll be fine”. He whispered, stroking her hair as her breathing began to calm. @Mrs Writes 💓

She snuggled into him. The urged to utter those three words. She felt it. She did love him already. The way he protected her so quickly. The way they laugh together constantly. “Micheal…Can stay here.” She snuggled in tight, “forever?” @Mr Writes

Without either of them knowing, it seemed they both were one more loving moment together away from sharing those three little words that meant a whole lot more. It was imminent and honest. Michael continued to stroke her hair as they laid quietly, thinking uneasily about what tomorrow would bring for both of them. Carla’s meeting at work, Michael’s news to Amanda about their marriage. Tomorrow was a big day. They woke up 2 hours later, in a daze and wrapped up in their towels. “Baby, come on” Michael whispered, rousing her slowly. “We’ve got to get into bed properly” he smiled. It was cute to have drifted off together so peacefully. “I’ll stay until 6am, then I’ll need to get home and sorted!” He got to his feet, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla slowly got up, still sleeping. Took off her towel and got back into her side of the bed. Falling asleep before he got back to bed. She could feel Micheal’s soft kiss as he was kissing her goodbye for the day. He had his own keys, he could come and go as he pleased. Carla eventually got up. There was a pregnancy test in her bathroom drawer. One of her close friends left it there after finding out she was pregnant. Carla paced around her room deciding if it was a good idea to put herself through the emotions of finding it negative every time. She sighed out a big sigh, going to the bathroom to take it. Leaving the digital test on the counter, she continued to get ready for work. A few moments later, she lifted the test. Pregnant 3-4 weeks Carla froze. She broke down in tears. Hoping that this wasn’t a false positive. A false hope. Fixing her makeup, she hid the test. Heading off to school, everything made sense. The symptoms she was having. She got to school, parking her car and heading in. Carla was based in a different class today, The head teacher wanting Milos parents to see how he reacts when Carla isn’t there. The meeting hadn’t begun and they would be able to hear Milo screaming as Carla was trying to leave her classroom. Milo had connected to Carla in multiple ways. She was his safe person in school, where he felt nervous. The head teacher looked at Amanda directly before looking at Micheal too. “Carla, Mrs Evans can stop your child becoming This upset. Am I allowed to put her back into the classroom or do we have a problem?” @Mr Writes

The receptionist opened the door to the meeting, which had seemed to have already begun. Michael was unsure how much he’d missed. “Sorry I’m late, I worked a night shift”. He smiled to everyone sat around the table. Nodding to the head teacher. “Thank you for having us” he said, taking a seat. Michael had showered and dressed for the planned weather for the day. “What have I missed? Is that Milo screaming the school down in a different classroom?” He asked before allowing the headteacher to nod and continue. “I had just explained that to Amanda. Asking whether, given that Mrs Evans is Milo’s calming influence, she could be reinstated.” Michael looked over to Amanda. Speaking for the two of them before she opened her mouth. “It’s a no brainier, surely?” @Mrs Writes 💓

The head teacher sighed as she turned monitor around. “Please watch as Milo instantly calms down when Mrs evan’s returns.” And just as she said, as Carla enters the room. She looks at Milo and smiles softly, he calms himself down. Taking himself to the book corner. “So no, Mrs Wright. I don’t think I do have a problem in the classroom. However I do believe that Mrs Evans has now raised her own concerns. She wishes not to be Milos teacher next year, to allow him the opportunity to grow. If it’s alright with yourself, we will have settling in periods with the new teacher. Mrs Evans will remain in primary one next year, keeping the class room the same if Milo needed to go calm down with her.” She smiles politely at the both before continuing. “I’m here for support to the parents as well. It is clear from myself and Mrs Evans that Milo may be developing some Anxiety. He always has to be the best, fear of letting down his mum and dad. So please do let me know how I can support you both in this too.” Shortly after the meeting had ended. Carla remained in Milos class. Unfocused for the rest of the day, but it passed quickly. She was eager to get home and find out what happened during the day between Michael and Amanda

8:51 PM

@Mr Writes

Michael nodded. He couldn’t give away the fact that he already knew Carla was to not teach Milo next year. It also wasn’t new news to him that Carla was such a calming influence on him. Michael thanked the headteacher. Amanda stayed quiet, withdrawn. She clearly felt strongly about what she thought was the problem, though, clearly wasn’t going to make a difference. “We appreciate it and thank you. Perhaps we should reach out to the doctor for a visual assessment of his potential anxiety?” He suggested to Amanda, still in the office. “Thank you again for your time.” Michael got to his feet. Shaking the headteachers hand, who chaperoned them out of the building. “Amanda, I have a night shift again tonight”. Which was of course a lie. “We need to talk, coffee?” He asked. After arriving at the coffee shop. Michael took a brave step. “There really isn’t an easy way to say this.” He paused. “I’m filing for divorce. I am sorry. It’s not right anymore”. He said honestly. @Mrs Writes 💓

A long conversation began. Amanda asked why. Michael explained that the romance had disappeared. He was unhappy with her attitude toward Milo’s school life and her constant driving for him to win at all costs had cost him his freedom. She asked if there was someone else. Michael didn’t know what to say, he and Carla hadn’t discussed what to say if this happened. He told Amanda there was, but that he wasn’t willing to tell anyone yet. She stormed off soon after, upset and angry. Michael didn’t know where to go. He went to Carla’s. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla got home around 4 in the afternoon. Seeing his car parked outside, sent butterflies through her stomach. She for once wasn’t returning to an empty house. She set her things down on the side unit in the hall. “I’m home.” She shouted out, making her way to the kitchen. Finding him sitting at the dinning table. “I could get used to this” she smiled, kissing him softly. “How was your day. Did you speak to Amanda.” She trending carefully. Not knowing how he was feeling. She began to make a smoothie. One of the little things she always done after work. @Mr Writes

His afternoon went slowly waiting for her arrival. Her warm arrival and welcome with a kiss and a smile made the wait worthwhile. “I could get used to this too” he agreed. “A warm welcome, a smile, a kiss, waiting for my woman to come home” he said excitedly. He was upbeat. He watched as she reached for the smoothie maker. He nodded. “Mmhmm, I spoke to her…” he paused. “It’s over.” He told her, a smile, a freedom smile across his cheeks. “How was your day? What happened after?” He asked. Two conversations about to begin at once. @Mrs Writes 💓

“My day was good. I asked not to be in Milo’s class next year. Mrs Moffatt said the meeting went well. How charming Mr Wright is…” she smiled over at him. “So what happens now, did you discuss custody. Are you staying at the house still? Or moving in here??” @Mr Writes

Michael’s smirk grew. “I sound popular by the women in that school” he winked playfully. “How do you feel about that? Happy with the change?” He asked. “Well, we need to have that conversation. Do we discuss living together? Do I get my own place?” He asked. “We’re going to agree to Milo in a suitable manner. Alternate weekends, evenings depending on what we need for shifts etc, if that makes sense?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You don’t need to get your own house. Move in with me….” She smiled over at him. “I’m serious. Unless you want your own place. But I have spare rooms that you can make into Milo’s room and playroom.” She handed him his smoothie. Sitting on his lap. Facing him. “I’m here for you. I can watch Milo too. Just not to the knowledge of Amanda.” She sipped her smoothie, stretching her arms in the air. “Ow my back is breaking. But yeah your mr hot dad. Expect no one knows your my hot daddy…” she smirked. Kissing him. @Mr Writes

Michael wrapped his arms around her waist as she sat upon his lap facing him, kissing him gently. “You sure you want me to move in?” He asked. It was a big ask, a big step. “You’re ready?” He asked. His right hand rested on her thigh as they discussed. He nodded. “We can decorate, get everything we need to make it a home for two and somewhere for Milo to feel comfortable too. I’d like that…” he smiled. “Yeah, that’s the next thing, when do we tell Amanda you’re the new woman?” He paused. Her smirk was clear and playful. He loved her talking like that about him. “Your back?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah I think I pulled something when I reached down today. I’ll be fine.” She smiled. “Micheal” she looked at him seriously. A soft smile could be saw. “I love you, I’m more than ready.” She teared up. Knowing she meant it, knowing she was having his baby. It was going to be difficult to hide it, hopefully he wouldn’t figure it out. She kissed him once more before standing up. “You tell Amanda just before the schools go back…All hell to break loose.” She was excited for the next few weeks @Mr Writes

They stared at eachother for a moment. He wiped away a tear from her cheek. “I love you too…” he nodded. He meant it. “Let’s do it then” he smiled excitedly. “Wait, what?” He laughed confused. “You want me to tell her soon or before the school returns?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Before the school returns.” She smiled at him. They say together working everything out all night. Spoke about schedules. What days he worked. The following two weeks where school holidays. Carla was off, however had a blood test at the hospital one of the days he was working. She hasn’t told him. Hoping she wouldn’t bump into him. Thankful that she didn’t. She went home to start building some of the furniture they had bought for Milo’s room. @Mr Writes

Michael was working a day shift today. He finished at 1800 and arrived home to a quiet house. “Baby?” He called out. He could hear movement upstairs, he made his way up. He walked across the landing to the spare room, where Carla was down on her knee’s putting together a small set of drawers for Milo’s clothes. She’d tidied and began to make it look presentable. “You did all this by yourself?” He asked, bending down to her and kissing her forehead. “You okay? Good day?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mhm yeah I had a interesting day…” she smiled up at him. “I don’t know if I done it properly…” she looked over at him. “Does that drawer feel wobbly to you?” She stood up standing back from the drawers. Inside the drawer there was a small baby grow. The first test she took, plus one she took this morning. Waiting for him to open the drawer and test it. @Mr Writes

“It looks alright?” Michael replied, standing back with her, taking in what she’d build. He stepped toward it and wobbled it side to side before pulling it out. “No, it’s gre…” he paused. Something had caught his eye. He stood still, silently for a moment, he knew what it was. What it meant. He stepped back. Empty handed, turning to face Carla. “Wh…” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

She couldn’t look at him. She covered her face with her hands, sobbing. “My fucking emotions!” She cried. Wiping her tears she looked at him. “Turns out I wasn’t the one who was infertile…I’m pregnant. You probably already knew, diagnosing me out of habit when I had a new symptom. So yeah. Your getting divorced, and I’ve just thrown another curveball at you…” she laughed through her tears as she stopped herself rambling. “You have options.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “I haven’t diagnosed or guessed. You’ve kept your cards close to your chest recently. You’ve had back pain, a bit of nausea but, nothing out of perhaps the ordinary”. He smiled, taking her in his arms as her tears and wailing quietened. “Options?” He asked. “I want this. This is beautiful. So unexpected considering what we thought couldn’t happen, but, what a blessing…” he squeezed her tightly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I wouldn’t force you to stay with me. Is what I meant by options.” She wiped her tears, hugging him tight. “I’ve emptied my stomach every morning for the last 3 weeks. Was at the hospital today for my blood test and I’m 6 weeks pregnant.” She didn’t have to tell him that they met 7 weeks ago exactly. “I love you Micheal.” She looked up at him. @Mr Writes

“You are my option” he told her, kissing her forehead. He had no idea of her vomiting. “You really haven’t given me much indication” he laughed gently, shocked. “Six weeks…” he pondered. “When do you think?” He asked intrigued. “Baby, I am in love with you. We are doing this” he calmed her. “What do you think?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“It really could of been anytime…we haven’t used protection at all. I didn’t think we had too.” She smiled up at him. “I have known for 3 weeks…wanted to wait until the right moment, however my sickness is now throughout the day. I’m clearly an emotional wreck. Plus it was confirmed today. I’m having your baby” she couldn’t hide the growing smile. @Mr Writes

He planted a romantic, fiery kiss on her lips as she smiled after the words “I’m having your baby” left her lips. He kissed her again, and again. “Shit” he exhaled, laughing. “Well, that’s the next thing then, eh…” he smiled broadly. She wasn’t beginning to show yet, which had probably helped her ability to keep it from him for 3 weeks. “It could have been anytime in that first week that I couldn’t keep my hands from you” he smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You still can’t keep your hands off me” she kissed him once more. “My biggest craving has been the smell of you. Is that weird? I just love your aftershave. Maybe it’s not a craving, I don’t eat it. I’m..rambling.” She giggled softly, looking up at him. “We’re having a baby!” @Mr Writes

He smirked and laughed. “I don’t want to ever take my hands off of you” he smirked again, listening to her craving. “I guess it’s fine to crave a smell that you can place to something or someone that you love…” he shrugged. “The food cravings might just be later” he laughed. “WE’RE having a baby!” He kissed her again. “What do we do? Who do we tell?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You can tell whoever you like. As along as you don’t tell them it’s me who’s having it with you.” She went over picking up the baby grown. “You will have to video it when you tell Milo. And then hope he isn’t as smart as he looks, and figures it out when I tell the class.” “What if Amanda thinks you left her because I’m pregnant…Do you need to tell her??” She looked round at him, holding the baby grow to her stomach. @Mr Writes

“When should we come clean to everyone, about us and our baby?” He asked. He knew it was something she was apprehensive about, but, Amanda should be the least of their worries. “Or maybe we can have Milo over for a night and tell him?” He suggested, smiling. “I think she needs to know, but, whenever you’re ready of course…” she looked so cute and adorable holding the grow against her stomach. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Milo doesn’t know about us yet…Maybe it’s best you tell him yourself.” She couldn’t help but sound deflated. She knew that he wasn’t worried about Amanda but she was. She knew that she would be ballistic when she found out. “I’m ready whenever you are…I’m just happy you know now. No more secrets between us.” She smiles at him. “Can you make your Risotto with that cheese again tonight?” @Mr Writes

He shook his head. “I will tell Amanda, whenever you tell me to, and I will support you, whatever happens after it” he told her smiling. It was true, Milo didn’t know about them. It would be wrong to tell him he was going to be a big brother before anything else. He nodded. “I can cook that. Craving Parmesan all of a sudden?” He laughed. “Remember what happened after the last time I cooked that? Sweaty mess…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No you can tell Amanda whenever you like. It’s your relationship. I will support you. I always will.” She smiled at him. Kissing him softly. “I’m not sweating today…least I don’t think I am yet…” she smiled at him. “We do have something to celebrate…” she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, on her tippy toes. “Fuck me please…daddy” @Mr Writes

she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Begging him to fuck her. He’d learned, from what she said to him the moment he moved in more regularly, she wanted him. And now pregnant, a sex drive can be higher. He lifted her off of her feet, wrapping her legs around his waist. “We do have reason to celebrate…” he kissed her, a fiery, lust filled kiss. “Bedroom. Now.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You will have to lead the way…”she smiled as she looked down at him. Tightening the grip her legs had around him. She made out with him the whole way to the bedroom. Only separating for a short moment as he sat her down on the bed. She removed her top at the same time he did. She unclipped her bra, allowing her breasts to bounce out of them. “Only 9 months left of these being only yours..” she teased him. @Mr Writes

“8 months actually” he smirked. He pushed her back on the bed, laying her down as he straddled her. His hands explored her breasts, squeezing them before his lips kiss her neck, once, twice, three times before his lips explore her lower neck, chest and breasts, kissing down her torso, her abdomen. It was a more passionate, love filled moment. @Mrs Writes 💓

She watched him as he kissed her so delicately, the moment he reached her abdomen. She could feel tears well up in her eyes. “I can’t handle these emotions…” she laughed softly, looking up to the ceiling. Feeling him look at her. She met his eyes once more. “I love you. I really really do.” @Mr Writes

They laughed together as the tears rolled down her cheeks. He’d never tried to make love to a woman while she seemed upset. He wondered whether this was the right moment to celebrate while the emotions of what they’d found out was so raw. “We could go out for dinner? Date night? Get dressed up…” he suggested. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We can do that after you have a snack…” she laughed softly, wiping her eyes. “I’m fine. I’m fine” she smiled at him softly. She sat up slightly, able to kiss him. “Im not hungry. I’m horny.” @Mr Writes

He smirked up at her, immediately returning his lips to her abdomen, lowering his lips toward her groin. He lowered her underwear from her thighs, past her ankles and to the floor they dropped. She lay infront of him on the bed, naked and vulnerable. He bit his lower lip as he stared at her. The look in his eyes of love and lust. Her honest admission of how horny she was only spurred him on. It was indeed snack time. His fingers quickly teasing and exploring her pussy’s walls and clit before his lips kissed against her groin, and lower. @Mrs Writes 💓

She hurried him along with a moan as she pushed his head down further. His fingers could easily feel just how much she wanted him. How badly she needed him. “Oh Micheal” she placed her legs over his shoulders, being carefully not to suffocate him with her thighs @Mr Writes

He hands ushering his head further down her body confirmed what she’d said. She was just horny and wanting her man to please her. She moaned his name, straddling her legs over his shoulders. The view he had was divine. His tongue licked firmly from the back of her ass, all the way up and through her pussy, time after time. “Just sit back and enjoy” he whispered, nibbling at the skin of her thigh playfully before returning his lips to her wet walls. @Mrs Writes 💓

She had noticed her higher sex drive more recently. Micheal could do anything and the hot feeling between her legs would return instantly. Carla gripped at his hair as he worked his tongue through her. Tilting her own head back in pleasure. Her moans echoing throughout the room. “Oh Michael. Please don’t stop” she moaned out to him. @Mr Writes

He wasn’t going to stop. Not at all. He was locked in and waiting. Waiting to taste her. To swallow her. To feel her juices drip against his tongue and she lost control. He loved hearing her moan his name. Feeling her squirm and beg for more. It made him feel wanted. Needed. Loved. Lusted. “Close your eyes baby…” he whispered seductively from between her thighs, his tongue exploring her like never before. @Mrs Writes 💓

She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes as she felt him more and more through her pleasure. “Fuck me” she moaned out. Gripping his hair tighter and tighter. Her sex drive had become higher, although his ability to make her cum seemed to heighten to. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed playfully between her thighs, his tongue flicking her clit between long strokes from her ass. “Nope. This is what you’re getting mummy…” he smirked to himself, biting his own lip for a second. “Milf”. He whispered playfully. He’d found her sexually attractive the moment they bumped into eachother at the bar. Pregnancy was his fetish. A kink. Pregnant sex was about to become the norm for 8 months. @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed at his milf comment. Flexing her vagina muscles as she did so. “Micheal!” She couldn’t help but laugh in the moment before it quickly turned to a moan as his tongue took another stroke. Him calling her mummy took on a whole different meaning. She fell more in love with him every time their eyes met. So much so she had fully filed for her own divorce. Chasing up the papers from Frankie. @Mr Writes

They laughed together for a brief moment. She’d found the funny and the teasing side of the word. Michael obviously didn’t know she’d stepped up and began to speed up her own divorce process. Though that process was only starting for him, it was something, alongside the pregnancy, to support and grow with eachother. “Pull my hair and close your eyes baby…” he moaned. His cock was twitching. It wanted to play. But this was all about her. It didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the role he was playing. @Mrs Writes 💓

Another thing that she loved about him was the fact that he took so much pleasure in her own pleasure. It was a trait that both of them shared, they will likely go head to head at one point as they both choose to put each other first. She released the grip she had on his hair. Only gripping it as he trailed over the sensitive part of her. Sending pleasure throughout. @Mr Writes

Carla’s thoughts was right, they both found pleasure and competition in pleasing the other. Something that would probably heighten and become something to enjoy and tease eachother with as time went on. “I’m not stopping until I’ve swallowed you, mummy” he whispered. He meant it. He was content and ready to be there for one reason only. Her pleasure right now. @Mrs Writes 💓

Her moans grew louder the closer she came to orgasm. Both her hands on his hair, pushing him into her as she arched her back. Closing her shaken legs around him as she allowed herself to feel the pleasure. Cumming under his touch. She breathed heavily after her orgasm. Partly due to the nausea she now felt. She had gotten used to having to hide it, placing a hand on her chest, counting her breaths. “Thank you daddy” @Mr Writes

Oliver felt her legs pin him between her thighs, her hands pulled at and became glued to his hair as her back arched. The obvious was imminent. He felt her warm juices drip and drop between her tight walls onto his tongue and lips, licking his lips as he pleasured her through her orgasm. Swallowing twice before looking up at her through her thighs. “You’re welcome”. He smirked, she laid still, catching her breath. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I should tell you I’m pregnant more often” she joked, softly laughing as she leaned up on her elbows. Looking down at him still between her thighs. She moved her legs away from his shoulders, allowing him to move if he wanted too. “Can I owe you one after dinner?…I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” She smiled softly, hoping he wouldn’t lecture her about eating more. Hoping to distract him as she leaned down planting a soft kiss on his lips. Tasting herself. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed, pushing himself to the edge of the bed as she kissed him a grateful kiss, noticing she tasted herself against his lips. “Baby, you don’t need to owe anything” he laughed. “That’s not what it’s about” he shrugged generously. “We’re a team, in and out of the bedroom…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I would like to stay equals with our team.” She smiled at him. “Stop stealing my patter. I have that whole team speech for my students…” she laughed softly. “I owe you something. Or I will feel bad” she shrugged. “Just how my little brain works. Just wait until I’m heavily pregnant, I won’t owe you shit” she laughed as she pulled her panties back up. @Mr Writes

“I’m not a student” he winked. “You don’t need to schedule a equal payment. It should be when you want or when we’re want something” he bit his lower lip. “Don’t feel bad”. He held her hand and stroked it gently. “Mmm. Don’t. The bigger you get, the more I’d want you to be naked.” He was unsure just how much she know of his kink. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at him curiously. “Your not allowed to look at pregnant girls…mr turned on over there.” She kissed him softly “I’m only teasing baby” she placed his hand on her lower stomach. “I’m excited to go through this with you. I feel like I have to preference that you don’t have to stay with me just because I’m pregnant.” @Mr Writes

“you’re the only pregnant woman I need”. He smiled, his hand rested on her stomach. He nodded, smiling at her lovingly as she spoke. “I’m excited to go on this journey with you…” he paused. “I want the future with you. The children, the wedding, the life.” He smiled larger. “I’m not going anywhere” he kissed her this time. This sort of romantic, honest moment was important to share. @Mrs Writes 💓

She could be seen to visibly smile bigger at the mention of a wedding. “Well we are going to have two children…let’s call it done until I can figure motherhood out. I’m going from nine to two in the matter of months.” She almost froze looking at him, a slight panic in her eye. “I mean..you have two children, I’m just going to become a mother quickly and go from a quiet house to a loud house.” Her pace quickened as she panicked. “I just meant..I don’t know. I don’t even know if you want Milo to know me as a mother figure.” @Mr Writes

Her smile was obvious and excitement at the suggestion of a wedding, of being a bride. She started to ramble, stumble and panic over her words and what she was trying to explain. “Relax” he laughed, getting to his feet and handing her a t-shirt. “Once we’ve been able to share the news of us, and bring everyone to the right understanding, you’ll be Milo’s step mother, right?” He asked in a suggestive tone. He wanted more than one child with Carla, he knew that already. There wasn’t a rush. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I would love to be his step mother. You know how much I care for him.” She smiled putting on her T-shirt. “How is the divorce going?” She asked, heading down the stairs. It had been 3 weeks since he had left Amanda. He still lived at the house on some days for Milo’s sake. Although most of his clothes were now taking up half of her wardrobe. Meaning half of her wardrobe was on the floor in the spare room. @Mr Writes

He nodded. He did know. That was something that was so special about the relationship they were building together and with Milo. “Everything’s signed, from both of us”. He told her as he followed her. “What’s the latest with Frankie?” Michael asked. He couldn’t wait for the day they were both legally available for eachother with no paperwork in the way. So much had changed, for the better. Everything was so adult now. The affair that started this all, the divorces, the pregnancy. Everything was so adult and attractive, calming. He started to cook dinner, the risotto she loved so much. @Mrs Writes 💓

She rolled her eyes “Frankie is being Frankie. He’s away on business this week, has something on at the weekend and then he would like to meet up to discuss things in person.” She sat at the table, marking students work as she spoke. “I didn’t realise you knew I had chased things up, I just want to be able to be fully yours. None of this still on the holiday card shit. Do you know he still sends out a Holiday Card from Mr and Mrs Evans? I know for a fact that it’s his mother. There is so much wrong with his family, so much.” She sighed. “I’ve signed my half. It’s him. I’ve been waiting nearly a year on it. Something rings a bell about if it’s a certain timeframe and they don’t sign, I’m in my legal right to do something. Idk.” She looked up at him while he was cooking. “Sorry I’m rambling…” @Mr Writes

Michael listened, hearing her frustration from the table she sat at. It frustrated him too to hear it. “I want us to just be eachothers too.” He paused. “I don’t want to hide what we’ve got, if people aren’t on board, that’s not our problem”. He smiled. “I saw some papers on the bedside table, I just thought you wanted to tell me when you felt comfortable to”. He explained to how he knew. He nodded. “I think it’s 18 months, then, you can legally declare yourself divorced, right?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Who knows…” she tapped her pen against the jotter she had in-front of her. “Tell Amanda…” she said looking at him. “Fuck it, I want to be known as yours. No more hiding behind these walls. I’m sick of going to the shops myself…this is your house too. We should be able to shop together” she laughed softly. “You’ve changed your address as well…” she smiled, going over to him with a letter. “I might of cried when I looked at Dr Micheal Wright with the address. Makes it feel all that more real.” She leaned up kissing him. @Mr Writes

He turned quickly from the hob to face her. “Really?” He asked surprised. A smile grew. “When? How?” He asked. He wanted to be eachothers. To not hide. He’d had enough. He wanted to parade in public with her. He nodded and smiled gently as she handed him a letter, kissing her back as he took the envelope. “Mrs Doctor Wright in the future”. He smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well I never thought that far ahead…” she smiled at she admitted. “What about in the next few weeks..once the school has fully finished. Because…I won’t be in Milos school next year.” She dropped the knowledge of it without hoping to delve to much into it. She hugged him from behind as he worked away at the hob. “Maybe don’t tell her about the baby until I’ve had my scans and such…” @Mr Writes

He nodded. “Next week maybe. Maybe we should invite her here? Or meet her in a coffee shop? Or…” he shrugged. He paused. “I thought you weren’t teaching his year. Have you accepted a job?” He asked. He smiled. Every time their pregnancy was brought up, he felt so warm. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Ohhh I’m not going to be there. I can’t think of anything worse…facing the women who’s hated me since the first day I met her” she shook her head, sitting back down at the table. “I got offered primary one in the opposite school from Milo’s. So same campus but different schools.” She smiled. “Nothing big.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. He didn’t expect her to come, though offering was important. “You hide here and await my return” he smirked teasingly. “Baby, that’s amazing!” He screamed. Bouncing over to her, bending down to her as she sat at the table, kissing her forehead. He knew how much she loved primary one, so keeping that elsewhere was important. “Just don’t find another child’s dad” he smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“See…that seems to be my type.” She joked with him. She poked her tummy. “Sadly your stuck with me, I mean it. I will not sign a divorce paper as quickly as Amanda did..she did do it awful fast. I’m surprised she didn’t kick and scream about it.” She smiled up at him. “You could potentially tell James, or Mr Davidson as I know him. You consider him a close friend don’t you, surely he knows we’ve hooked up since he was at the bar that night.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed slightly. He nodded. “James knows everything. He’s good at keeping secrets” Michael winked at her from across the kitchen. “He knew when I left that night” Michael smirked, thinking back to that night. He didn’t know what to say about how quickly Amanda signed it. “Perhaps she’d had enough too?” He shrugged. @Mrs Writes 💓

“He knows!” She looked up at him. “Wait does he actually already know..I say that as if Victoria Doesn’t know. Victoria knew how much I liked you before I did.” She put her students jotters away, having to hide Milo’s from him. Setting the table for dinner. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “He knows. Of course he knows.” The smirk couldn’t be wiped from Michael’s lips. “You we’re gagging for me” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I wasn’t gaging for you. Well…not entirely. I craved you long before I had a reason to physically crave you.” She smiled over at him as she leaned against the kitchen table. “Your taking your sweet time making dinner tonight…Don’t you realise your baby is hungry” she smirked. “I’m going to milk that phrase for as long as I can” she laughed. “What did James say?” She poured him a glass of the wine. Before pouring herself a glass of juice. She liked knowing that he spoke about her. “It’s nice to know that you like to talk about me, that you don’t hide me away.” @Mr Writes

“As soon as bumped into me at the bar, I knew I wanted to see you naked”. He told her. They’d not ever explored what happened that night. He turned to face her, carrying two bowls. “No time like the present.” He handed her her bowl. “Extra Parmesan” he laughed. “I told James I’d had sex with you, I called him when I left you that night. He told me he’d keep it a secret. I told him you were hot, good in bed.” He laughed, starting to eat. “I bet you don’t know James and Vic have Hooked up?!” He laughed: “I want to parade you like the proud boyfriend, not hide you.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“My Victoria?? Or Vic as in Victoria, Elsie’s mother?” She looked up at him shocked either way. “Wait, James has known all this time. I haven’t even been able to tell when I spoken to him at school. He’s number three- “ she stopped herself smiling over at Micheal. Eating a bit of her dinner so her mouth was full. @Mr Writes

“three?” Michael asked confused. He nodded. “Your Victoria. They met at the pub the following weekend. He fingered her in her car”. Michael chuckled gently. “So he says, anyway”. Shrugging. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Did it go anywhere further than a finger…” she asked ignoring the three comment. Not wanting to have to explain the list the teachers kept at school. “Did you tell him anything about our sex…” she looked at him. Mastering the look that mothers give when they know if your lying or not. @Mr Writes

“I can ask him. I didn’t ask to be honest. Is Vic the type to take it further?” He asked. Carla had ignored his question about the number. Michael nodded. He was honest. He was always honest. “I told him about our sex…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“One of my fathers knows my sex life…” she covered her face with her hands. “Oh Micheal…it better been a good part. Like a really juicy part and not about the time where we were so exhausted that I wanked you off.” “Vic is dating a 20 year old the last time I spoke with her…” she shrugged. @Mr Writes

Michael smirked, reminiscing as they both ate dinner. He bit his lower lip, looking up at her through a side eye. “It was a good hand job though. Didn’t I finish on your tits?” He laughed. “He knows juicy sex details…” he paused. Did she want to know what he’d told him? “Well, he’s engaged. A lot of that going round this friendship group eh”. He laughed gently. “Perhaps she’s dating both?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Double trouble” she replied to him, playing footsie under the table. “And yes you did finish on my tits which I moaned about because I was too tired to get up to wash it off” she laughed softly.” “You have to tell me what juicy details you told him…” she paused looking at him. “Micheal, I don’t want us becoming like that…cheating on each other. If your ever not happy with me, please Just tell me.” She put her utensil down, taking his hand. “And don’t stay with me because I’m pregnant. It’s why I didn’t tell you until now…I found out two days before you officially left Amanda…didn’t want the knowledge of the pregnancy to effect your decision.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and smirked, their feet battling eachother. “They looked good covered in cum though”. It wasn’t exactly the normal dinner time conversation. “I told him I’d just left your place. I told him your hand was nearly beneath my pants in the taxi home. I told him we quickly ripped eachothers clothes off in the kitchen, taking you upstairs. I told him the view I had from behind as you made me cum, echoing your moans had me fixated…” he put his cutlery on the table too. “We won’t get like that, I know it”. He held her hand tightly. “Do you really think telling a man you’re pregnant, when he has a adoration for a pregnant woman if really going to have a negative effect on his relationship?” He bit his lip. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No…but I didn’t want you to have second thoughts about leaving Amanda, then feel forced into leaving her for me. Only because I’m having your baby.” She squeezed his hand. “Micheal. I love you. Thank you for giving me the family I’ve always dreamed about. In the way I’ve dreamed about…” she placed a hand on her tummy. @Mr Writes

He nodded and smiled. “No second thoughts baby”. He squeezed her hand in return, watching her place her hand on his baby beneath her stomach. “I love you.” He told her, in no uncertain circumstances. @Mrs Writes 💓

“There’s still a lot we don’t know about eachother…” she smiled “make dinner interesting, give me one interesting fact about you.” She sipped her juice as she listened to him. Carla loved the way he sounded, it’s the initially thing that attracted her to him at the bar. Other than his physical attraction. She shifted in her seat slightly. @Mr Writes

He felt dinner was already interesting. They’d been having different topics of conversation. Serious to sexual. Back to serious now. He was on the spot now. He felt under pressure. “I run a marathon every year, for charity…” he told her. “For underprivileged children…” his smile was warm. “What’s something daddy doesn’t know about mummy?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mummy studied to be a nurse for two years before dropping out to chase her dream of being a primary teacher.” She smiled at him. “Nurses and doctors are dicks tho…glad I’m not in that profession” she winked at him. “I also have been friends with Victoria since before I could talk…” she smiles finishing her dinner. @Mr Writes

Michael’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “You’d look good in a nurses uniform” he smirked, his bowl was now empty too. “It sounds like you need to have a chat with Vic about what’s going on” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“She’s coming over tomorrow night for drinks…which means I need to buy fake wine..” she took a mental note. “I would offer to run your charity runs but I will be heavily with child…” she couldn’t help but grin at the fact. “Can’t wait for my push present. Having a Big shot doctors baby…” she teased him. “Do you think Milo will be excited?” @Mr Writes

“Are you going to tell her tomorrow?” He asked. “Maybe I’ll text James, get anymore details” he laughed. “I’d rather you waited at the finish line for me” he smiled. “What would you like? A handbag? A purse? A baby moon?” He suggested them all. “I think Milo will be an amazing big brother. What do you think?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Me and Milo will be at the finishing line.” She smiles at him. “Milo will be amazing, he’s always the first one to take on a nurturing role within the classroom. I hope he accepts me…does he know about you and Amanda yet?” She unconsciously placed her hand on her stomach. “All three please…” she teased. “I don’t need anything, you’ve given me the greatest thing.” She finished her drink. “No I’m not going to tell her…she would tell everyone.” @Mr Writes

“She sounds good at keeping a secret so far” Michael laughed. “Why don’t we have Milo stay at the weekend? Tell him everything?” He knew she wanted to wait, but they both seemed eager and excited. “I’ll buy you a push present, if you surprise me in lingerie at 9 months”. He bit his lip playfully. “I’ll clear up.” He said, finishing his glass and getting to his feet. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Wow, sit down.” She stood up. “You cooked, I’ll clean.” She took the plates, taking them to the sink. Rinsing them off the sink before putting them in the dishwasher. Her underwear flashing him as she bent. “That’s how it works around here, one cooks, one cleans…least for a few more months” she smiled coming over filling his wine. “You need to finish this and then buy no more..” she leaned down kissing him. “If Amanda will allow it, I’ll have his room finished. The teachers have already changed in school…to allow the children to adapt” @Mr Writes

“Trying to get me drunk?!” He laughed as his glassed filled. “We can share the duties, it doesn’t have to be set in stone”. He smiled, watching her clean up after dinner, her butt a flash in her underwear. He nodded. “I’ll finish the room Thursday, it’s my day off!” He smiled. A sleep over with the 3 of them. Cute. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked at him. “Are you sure?” She sat down across from him. “I want us to have equal the jobs. Not one pulling more weight.” She put her legs up on his lap. “So as of Friday then? Is that you officially moved in here? I want this to be our home…start charging you rent” she was in jokey mood. @

8:45 AM

@Mr Writes

“As of Friday, we officially live together.” He smiled broadly. “In all seriousness, what’s mine is yours, so, we do need to discuss bills.” They’re having a child together and devoting their relationship to eachother. It was time they shared. “I’ll just sit upstairs tomorrow while Vic is here for the girls night!” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Don’t be daft..you can sit with us.” She smiled. “Bills are taken care of..” she shrugged not going to deep into it. Standing up she took her drink to the living room. Her grey living room accented with blush pink. “I’m not changing my living room..” she said as she sat down putting her feet up. “Movie night?” @Mr Writes

He followed her, grabbing a blanket as she sat on the couch, he laid the blanket over them both as he pulled her into his arm. “Movie night. Indoor date night.” He nodded. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yes please daddy” she smiled snuggling into him. “Imagine it..Milo playing with his toys, Bluey on the tv. Us just sitting down after putting a newborn to sleep.” She looked up at him. “Can you tell I’m excited” @Mr Writes

he smiled as his arm held her against his body tightly. His smile grew as she explained the picture more and more. He nodded. “We’re both excited! Exhausted new parents taking a moment together in their paradise home with their new little family…” he continued the image. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled up at him. “Did I mention I love you?” She leaned up, kissing him softly. “Tell me the story behind your tattoos…” she snuggled into him once more. Flicking through the Channels. @Mr Writes

This was what any man wanted. A relaxing life. A happy home. A joyful partner. A good sex life. Things in common. He had it good. “Well, my sleeve on my right arm is a Roman City. I found the Roman’s fascinating growing up. So that’s Ancient Rome, with Ceaser & Gladiators”. He smiled. “The fox on my thigh is, well, it’s a fox. The Roman numerals on my bicep is Milo’s birthday”. He smiled. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Any meaning behind the fox…do you hope to become a silver fox. Dilf” she smiled, leaning up ruffling his hair. “You have a few grey hairs.” She leaned back the way fully expecting him to retaliate in tickles when she mentioned a few strands of grey hair. It was either tickles or being pinned to the couch. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed instantly. “Cheeky cow.” He laughed again. “I think I’m already a dilf…” he suggested for her approval. His fingers had already began to prod, poke and tickle at her ribs and hips as she teased him for grey hairs. “If I’m getting too old, you can always trade me in for a younger model” he teased, his fingers against her neck. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Might need to go from the number 1 hot day to Jamie..” she laughed, fidgeting at his hands tickling her. “Your not that old…” she smiled hoping to get back into the good books. @Mr Writes

“You ladies have a chart of hot dads?” Michael thought he’d figured it out. “Thanks baby. I thought that too, I’m in my prime” he smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We might. The old ladies in the office keep it. And all three of the top ones are in my class. I’m the lucky teacher…got a packet of condoms as a joke off them at Christmas…” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. His tickling stopping for a moment. “The old ladies got you condoms?” He laughed still. “Still got them or used them?” He smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Let me see…” she pretended to think before pulling back the blanket, pulling her top up to her chest, talking to her stomach. “Did mummy use those condoms that the old ladies gave me…” she laughed softly looking at him. “No…I gave them back to them over the school year..” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as she put on a show, lifting her top up to expose her chest. “Well, I don’t know if any other hot dads have been as lucky as me, do I.” He shrugged teasingly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Your the only one in my eyes…or holes. Holes are more appropriate. Can’t lie, I’ve made eye contact with them all…including Jamie…” she laughed, clearly in a jokey mood. “All joking aside…I don’t usually sleep with dads…and I didn’t know that you were a dad until the morning after.” She couldn’t help rub her tummy. “I also genuinely have Doris the condoms back…she had a big night a few months ago…” she said it so straight faced. @Mr Writes

“I’m so glad you bumped into me off balance at the bar. I’m so glad you followed me outside and had the confidence to give me your number.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss her against the couch. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What did I say to bring This on..” she smiled kissing him back. She wasn’t complaining. She continued to kiss him. Beginning to make out with him and she got up straddling him on the couch. “I’m glad I got you.” @Mr Writes

He shook his head, smiling as she initiated a further kiss, and multiple more as she sat upon his lap. “Nothing, just important to be honest and share love”. He kissed her again. “I’m glad we have eachother.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m forever grateful for you…You have given me the greatest gift I could ever ask for…” she took his hand putting it on her stomach. “Promise I’ll stop obsessing over it soon..” she leaned down kissing him, nipping his bottom lip. @Mr Writes

“You can obsess for the next 18 years if you want to mummy” He whispered through a smile and another passion & love filled kiss between them both, he felt her nip against his lip. His hand rested against her stomach. “I can’t wait for mummy to get bigger”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She couldn’t help but smile down at him. Pressing her forehead against him. “I’ve figured out pregnancy is a kink for you..” she smiled kissing him softly. “I love how involved you are already..” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. A part awkward, part proud, part shy laugh. “It is…” he smiled gently. It wasn’t something he felt the need to hide. Every man had a kink of some sort. “Of course I’m involved. Im invested and obsessed with you.” @Mrs Writes 💓

She leaned in kissing him. “I’m obsessed with you.” She kissed his jaw, up to his ear. Whispering “obsessed with your smell..” she kissed down his neck and back up again, nibbling his ear “your taste” @Mr Writes

she stayed upon his lap as her lips began to explore his face, nibbling at anything she could grab a tooth onto. His hands held her waistline. A waistline he’d adored for months now. “What else?” His tone of voice matching hers. @Mrs Writes 💓

She kissed back to his lips, nipping at his bottom lip. Smiling down at his smirk “That smirk..” pulling his top of throwing it away before kissing down his chest over his pecks “This body..” @Mr Writes

He lifted his arms, sitting silently as he watched as listened to her as her hands and lips began to explore his torso, leaving his face behind. He bit his lower lip. She did this very well. @Mrs Writes 💓

She kissed back up to his lips once more. Allowing her hand to grip his dick beneath her. “The way this makes me feel…” she giggled, kissing him. “So the baby wants daddy to fuck mummy…please” @Mr Writes

His lips reached hers once more, the palm of her right hand glued to his cock, which had subconsciously grown during her display. “The baby wants it, or mummy wants it?” He asked, playfully, lifting her t-shirt up over her head, revealing her perky breasts. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I want it….but baby is my excuse to have it.” She smirked, watching his reaction to her lifting up her shirt. “Uno, that you have expose these and suck or squeeze them whatever you like…in certain situations/circumstances of course…” @Mr Writes

“Like what, mummy?” He asked, staring at her breasts for a moment, waiting her reply, his hands playing at the lining to her underwear. “Neither of us need an excuse for good sex…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well I meant, you can’t pull my tits out in public. But if we’re home and I’m doing something random you can…” she smiled. “If milo wasn’t here too…” She began to rub her hand over his growth more and more.

10:23 AM

@Mr Writes

He bit his lower lip and nodded. “Noted”. He smirked. “I’ve been waiting for you to walk round naked, like you said you did a lot” he winked, his neck arching against the back of the couch as she rubbed his cock gently. After pleasuring her earlier in the afternoon, he was craving anything. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Haven’t wanted to scare you away…” she smiled. She stood up, looking down at him. “Trousers and pants off please” as she turned to drop her own panties. Lighting the candles on the coffee table. @Mr Writes

The setting took a romantic turn as she lit the candles infront of them on the couch, he followed instructions, pulling his trousers and pants off of his legs and onto the floor, his eyes scanning over his naked lover. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mummy wants daddy to know how much she appreciates him…” she smiles, dropping her her knees infront of him. Pushing his legs apart, she takes a hold of his dick. Slowly building up the speed of her hand job. Smirking up at him before teasing the tip in her mouth. @Mr Writes

Michael’s eyes followed her as she dropped to her knees, her voice seductive, her show seductive as his cock twitched at her touch. Her breasts teased him as they knocked against his knees as she began to pleasure him with her hand and lips. He stared at her. “Fuck, I do love you…” And he did. He loved their relationship mentally and physically. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smirked against him when he said he loved her. Pulling away slightly continuing to stroke him. “I love you too” she winked before shifting her head. Taking him in her mouth. Working her way up and down his length. One hand against his thigh, the other feeling his abs. @Mr Writes

Her smirks always sent him wild. She had such an ease at being sexy. At being so seductive and lustful. The candles burnt next to them. He held her hair in a tight bun as her lips began to work the length of his cock. “I’m glad we’re not babysitting tonight…” he leaned back on the couch. @Mrs Writes 💓

She gave a half eye roll, continuing to suck him off. Shifting the position of her knees to allow her to take more of him in her mouth. A soft gag as he hit the back of her throat. Keeping up the same pace until her throat adjusted allowing her to reach the base. The hand placed on his thigh went down to his balls. Fondling with them. @Mr Writes

Her nails scratched as she fondled his balls, it felt good. A sharp, immediate sense of pain and love. They rarely pleasured eachother orally, the last time she had, he finished on her breasts. Before he met her, he always struggled to climax to oral sex, but she made it easy for him to climax. She was talented. Her pace, her ability and happiness to take him so deep as well as her grip ensured he was fulfilled. “Baby please…” he moaned. His left hand held her hair in the bun, his right free to squeeze her breasts as they laid infront of him next to his knees. @Mrs Writes 💓

She continued what she was doing. Allowing him to half guide her with the grip he had in her bun. Her moans vibrating around his cock. She continued to pleasure him. Owing him for the pleasure she felt before dinner together. They were still in their honeymoon phase…however something told her that when everything settled, they would still have this amazing connection. The risk of being caught grew their lust.

3:34 AM

@Mr Writes

“Carla.” He called. Stared at her. He couldn’t take her eyes off, ever. He knew she was the woman for him. She carried his child and he knew their future was real. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted her to sit on his lap, he wanted to bend her over the couch, he wanted to pin her against the wall. Another time. He was enjoying what she’d promised. @Mrs Writes 💓

She continued keeping her pace, she liked that he wouldn’t move her head too much. Not until he came at least. Then she knew he would force her head fully down. Always apologising afterwards even when she’s told him it’s fine. Feeling the change in pulse, she knew he was close. The hand that had been exploring his abs moved down to her clit. She sloppily tried to pleasure herself however she was too focused on making him cum. @Mr Writes

He didn’t know what she enjoyed yet. He’d only climaxed on her breasts once. He didn’t know what her preference was. To spit, swallow or have herself caked in his cum. He was getting closer to cuming. Her silence and willingness to continue to work, just for his pleasure, meant it didn’t take long, joined with how good she was at it. “Where do you want it, mummy?” He moaned, his neck arching through the firm pleasure of her lips. @Mrs Writes 💓

She moaned against him. She had the control. Slowing her pace ever so slightly. Edging him on. Before pulling away completely. Squeezing her breasts against his cock as she moved them up and down. Hoping she had answered his question. @Mr Writes

She teased and edged him closer to the edge before her lips and hand left his cock. She held his cock between her breasts and squeezed them together. He bit his lower lip at the view he had. “We need to get some maternity lingerie” he smirked, his eyes darting from her eyes, lips and breasts. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Hey, I’m not that big yet..” she gasps exaggerated followed by a smirk. Jerking him off between her tits making sure to lick his tip every so often. Bringing him back to the high he was chasing. She gazed at him as she did so. Fully imagining the life she had planned in her head for them. Finding herself smirking at the thought. @Mr Writes

Smirks continued to grow across her lips. “I’ll take you lingerie shopping”. He smirked. “Perhaps we can find ourselves in a changing room” he raised his eyebrows. Now he was picturing an image. Every time her wet tongue grazed the tip of his twitching, climax imminent cock, he twitched in pleasure. He wanted her tits covered in his warm cum. @Mrs Writes 💓

After teasing him with one last lick, she looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Cum for me daddy, let it go…” she smirked continuing to bounce her Tits up and down his length. Biting her lip up at him. “Please daddy” @Mr Writes

Her eyes looked at him, her eyes puppy dog, pleading with him. Her voice soft, seductive, lustful as she stared at him. That was it. please daddy left her lips and he couldn’t fight it, his warm cum shooting in the air through her breasts, landing on her shoulder before more landed on her breasts, slowly becoming more and more covered. He bit his lip in a lustful, appreciative moan. @Mrs Writes 💓

She closed her eyes at the first sign of cum. Releasing the pressure she had on her breasts. Dipping her finger in the cum before deep throating her own finger in-front of him. Smirking up at him as he caught his breath. “Mummy won’t be doing that again without a pillow under my knees…” she laughed softly, groaning as she stood up slowly. She wouldn’t let him see her in full pain. She knew she would hate it if he saw her any less than the independent women she’s portrayed so far. @Mr Writes

He smiled and breathed deeply, regaining a breathing pattern that wasn’t the fast paced pleasure filled moment he’d had. Watching her swallow a finger full of his cum off of her finger. “You tease”. “Maybe next time we can find a more comfortable setting for you” he smirked, watching her bare ass walk away from him and out of sight. @Mrs Writes 💓

She went to the downstairs bathroom, cleaning herself up. Before returning to the livingroom. “Hey handsome” she smiled sitting next to him after picking her shorts up from the floor. “What’s your plan for tomorrow on your day off? You going to snoop round your new home. I could tell you where the juicy stuff is…” she laughed softly kissing his cheek. @Mr Writes

Her voice came back into earshot, she came into view, sitting next to him as she pulled her shorts over her knees, her top half still bare. “Juicy like what?” He asked intrigued. “Well, I think I need to sort out our wardrobes, make them tidier, easier to access. I think I’ll give you and Vic some space, some girls only time. I’d love you to come back to me when she’s gone for a cuddle, perhaps a romantic hour alone before bed.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Juicy like…my vibrator is in the wardrobe that your planning on organising” she smirked. “Your the only man I know to organise on their day off. Also the Gardener is coming around 12 to cut the grass.” She looked at him. “Shut up, I used to live alone..” she shrugged. “Victoria won’t be here long. We both had last days of school to prepare for.. oh that Amazon order will be here too tomorrow.” She kissed him. “Your in for such a romantic night tomorrow…party bag making” she laughed softly. Moving his hand to her stomach “sadly that’s your life when you Impregnate a primary teacher…” she smiled at him. She loved his hand there. @Mr Writes

His eyebrows raised. “Perhaps I’ll find that and put it somewhere for safe keeping. He smirked. “Maybe I’ll use it for you. Maybe I’ll watch you use it”. He laughed playfully. He nodded. “I’ll look out for the delivery”. He assured her with a pause, his hand on her belly. “This is only going to get bigger. I wonder what we’ll have” he smiled. “That sounds like a fun filled, exciting evening together” he laughed, a playful, sarcastic tone to his voice. He didn’t mind. As long as they did those things together. “I wouldn’t change what I’ve done for the world”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled, her focus on his hand on her stomach. “I don’t care what it is, you loving us both is my favourite thing in the world.” She took her gaze up to his eyes. “What would you like? Another boy, a girl?” She smiled. “I hope it’s not twins…” @Mr Writes

His hand refused to move from where she’d placed it. “I don’t care what it is. A happy and healthy mother and child is all I want” he smiled lovingly. “Twins would be fun” he shrugged his shoulders. I know I want two children with you”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Only two?” She smiled down at him. “With the morning sickness I’ve had so far, my limit right now is one. Although I see myself having more once I’ve forgotten the sickness” she put her hand over his. “After two, will you date their teacher?” She joked with him. @Mr Writes

“I can have more than two with you. If we manage to continue to want to constantly see the other one naked, we’ll have a whole army” he laughed. “You’re the only teacher for me.” He told her confidently. “I still need to see how stable that desk of yours is”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Guess I’ll have to bring that desk home with me then.” She smiled at him. Noticing his phone buzzing every two minutes. “I can leave you to get that..” she kissed him softly, getting up taking their dishes to sink squaring up the kitchen. As much as hated to admit it, she saw who was sending multiple texts. She had a tummy ache at the thought of her. @Mr Writes

“That’s not where I want to try that desk” he laughed. She knew exactly what he meant. He watched her leave before he even had a chance to acknowledge it. He picked up his phone. Calling her. “What’s up? You called and called?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She listened, which she did feel bad for when she was tidying up the dinning area. Again. There’s wasn’t much to tidy but she hoovered. Moving her books around a few times. The knot in her stomach grew. Although the bout of sickness was related to her lovely morning sickness, as she went to toilet bringing up her meal as quietly as she could. @Mr Writes

“Where did you hear that? Who from?” Michael asked. “Well, that’s not your concern anymore”. He continued. “”It doesn’t matter if he has a strong relationship with her at school”. The phone call continued. Carla returned. Sitting next to him silently, he held her hand as she stared at him, wanting information. The phonecall ended. “She knows about us…” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla couldn’t respond to him, she got up again returning to the toilet. Emptying her stomach. That time she couldn’t classify it as morning sickness. She locked the door before reaching the toilet, not wanting him to witness her being sick. She knew he was outside though. Washing her face and brushing her teeth before opening the door. “How. She clearly wasn’t happy.” @Mr Writes

Michael followed her silently, waiting outside the bathroom door. He waited patiently, not to rush her. Carla stood before him as she left the bathroom. “2 days ago. Grocery shopping…” he began. “We were spotted” his pause: were gathering the suspense. “James’ fiancé. The James that fingered Vic. His fiancé saw us. Saw me slapping your ass in the freezer aisle, apparently”. He laughed. “And she reported it to Amanda…” @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked up at him. “We weren’t even shopping together.” She rubbed her temple. “Ugh. Oh well then. Is she reporting m- “ she couldn’t finish her sentence before whatever small amount of stomach lining she had left threatened to rise. Covering her mouth she turned away from Micheal @Mr Writes

He shook his head, answering the question that he knew she tried to finish before she ran away to vomit more. “She’s not going to report you to work.” He paused, he told her through the door before waiting for her to return. She can’t. “We’re getting a divorce. Two adults have a relationship. There’s nothing to report”. He assured her calmly. He tried to look on the bright side. “But at least there’s nothing for us to hide anymore. Nobody to us to hide from…” @Mrs Writes 💓

She returned, she didn’t speak. Just a weak smile and a squeeze of his hand. No matter what he had to say, her mind was racing against itself. Causing problems of it own. She hugged into him, burying her head in his chest. “Is this going to affect your divorce…” she asked. Bringing a question to light that he hadn’t thought about. @Mr Writes

He hadn’t thought of that. He shook his head calmly though, as he thought it over. “I wouldn’t think so.” He paused to ponder. “But why would it? It happens all the time. Adults do things.” He whispered, stroking her hair as she rest against him. “What’s on your mind?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m fine.” She smiled up at him. “Just tired” she gave his hand another squeeze. “I just was thinking of any other way she could use this to her advantage. She was so peaceful up until now.” She looked up at him. He could tell she was exhausted and overthinking. When he gave her the worried look. She sighed and smiled “I’m fine.” @Mr Writes

It had been a long, stressful day with joyous moments too. The stress and pressure of the pregnancy tests and showing them to him. The pleasure and joy they shared with the news, the lustful moments they’d had after. “Come on. I’ll run you a bath. Relax!” He whispered, stroking her hair. She probably was fine, but she was also too stubborn to admit she wasn’t. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You don’t have to do that..” she smiled. “Will you join me? Nothing sexual just be with me…Incase I fall asleep and drown?” She half tried to joke. The other half being serious. She went to the living room blowing the candles out as she picked up his shorts and T-shirt from the floor. Finding him upstairs in the ensuite. “What did she say about Milo. What was her concerns? Was she mad it was me. I mean she would be mad if it was anyone, I was mad when Frankie did it. But if it was my child’s teacher. Especially the teacher I’ve tried to get rid off from the start. Fuck, she will think I’ve done this just to get at her for the complaint” she was rambling, her breathing getting heavier as she could feel herself enter a panic attack. @Mr Writes

The water in the bath was already running, refusing to allow her to suggest he didn’t need to do that. It was his job to care for her and look after her. “I’ll join you” he nodded. She couldn’t take a breath between her panicking advances and her brain running at a volume not yet seen before. “Carla”. Michael said, a firm but mindful tone of voice, attempting to snap her into his attention. “Relax”. He sat her on the edge of the bed. “She’s a woman who’s found out who her ex husband left her for. But she’s not going to come for you and your job or anything.” He assured her calmly, stroking her hair again as the water filled the tub. “Okay?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She was able to copy his breathing. Bringing herself out of it with his help. “Sorry, I” she breathed deeply, running her hand through her hair. “I don’t have them often…I usually calm myself down before it. I just don’t want to make your life harder..” she pressed her forehead against his as he kneeled in-front of her. That moment was all she needed to confirm that he was hers. He had now seen her in a panic. When he left to go check the bath, she reached for her phone. Texting Victoria. “I had a another one, Micheal brought me out of it. No longer need you

” chuckling a little at her own words. @Mr Writes

Her forehead pressed against his as she apologised. He ensured her that apologising wasn’t necessary. He was just worried about her. Being a doctor did that. He turned the water off and returned to her. “What’s so funny?” He asked, seeing her put down her phone. “The bath’s ready…” he held out his hand for her, ensuring she was steady on her feet after her attack. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Victoria” she replied, standing up taking his hand. “She was the only person to get me out of my panic attacks when I started taking them…until today” she smiled. Letting go of his hand as she took her shorts off. Letting him get in first, she got in after, resting her back against his chest. Her head against his shoulder. Splashing the bubbles ever so slightly up her. “Thank you for being Mr Doctor…I trust you.” @Mr Writes

He smiled as she explained what her laugh was all about. It was warming to know he has that new effect on her, that ability to calm her in a state of panic. He rested against the back of the tub as she laid back her weight against him, the warm water calming them both after an action packed day of different emotions. They both sat silently for a moment, reflecting as the water and bubbles danced over them both. “You’ve got me” he whispered in response to having his trust. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’ve got me. Your stuck with me baby” she smiled feeling him nuzzle at her neck. “Not to ruin a moment but what about a water birth…would you get in too. Is that too much trust…” she laughed softly. Putting a hand on her stomach. “I’m 6 weeks, so we have 6 more weeks until we can see the baby.” @Mr Writes

Stuck with her was all he wanted now. He’d tried Amanda and failed. But he’d failed because Carla had come into his life. “A water birth is the safest way to give birth, you know…” he said, his professional head on for a moment. “Another 6 weeks until we see our baby, our future”. He smile, his hand covered hers on her stomach. @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed softly as he became all professional on her. “Hey, I don’t know if Amanda had this rule but in this pregnancy, your my partner. The daddy. You don’t have to worry about anything medical.” She turned to her knees, kissing him softly. “I” she finds his lips again. “Love” she finds them once more “you” she smiles, her eyes crinkling. “What’s happening with Milo then? What’s your custody agreement.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and nodded. He understood the rule. Very different to the rule she introduced last week, he laughed to himself. She turned herself in the tub to face him, kissing him between each love filled word before Michael turned her back to lay against his chest. “I love you too mummy” he whispered, kissing the top of her head, his hands either side of her tummy where their new child rest. “Every other weekend, every Wednesday night…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Wednesday night” she smiled. “Are you okay to finish his room tomorrow? It’s just the dresser to tighten..I’m not that strong and it still wobbles.” She smiled splashing herself with bubbles. “It’s the last day of school on Friday. Are you picking him up? Bringing him straight here or does weekend start on Saturday morning?” She played with the bubbles. She liked how they could have a conversation about anything yet be fully invested in each other. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “I can do that”. His hands held her stomach as she splashed water and bubbles over them both. “I get him Friday. Maybe I can pick you both up from school? Or you can drive yourself and I’ll meet you here with him?” He suggested. “You just can’t walk round naked and celebrate school finishing” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I wasn’t going to with your son around” she smiled. “Just thinking we could have a little end of school party for him? Slushes, the extra stuff from the party bags. He will also have the news of us.” She smiles at his hand. “I like your hands there. Wait until they kick you back!” @Mr Writes

He laughed before a large smile appeared. “Oh my goodness, that would be lovely. His own little party to celebrate the year, and the news of a little brother or sister…” he smiled, gently tapping her stomach where she told him she liked feeling his touch. “I like them being there too. I would put them here”. He said, placing them on her breasts. “But I can’t control myself with you” @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed softly. Looking back at him. “Control yourself..” she smiled. “I mean or don’t but I’m not flooding the place…” She got up, wrapping a towel around her as she went to the bedroom. Which was now permanently smelling like him. She hoped that he doesn’t notice her inhale at the scent each time. “I’ll be in here…” she called out to him. @Mr Writes

He stayed in the tub for a few moments alone, before releasing the water and wrapping the towel round him that she’d left. He dried his hair and feet before wrapping the towel back round his waist and leaving the en-suite into the bedroom where she called out to him. @Mrs Writes 💓

She had changed into her pjs. Which was his T-shirt and nothing else. “Hey sexy” she smiled at him as she laid in the bed on her phone. “So you know how I said I tell Victoria everything…yeah…kinda forgot to tell her you live here. So that will be a nice little surprise tomorrow.” She laughed typing something on her phone. @Mr Writes

His eyes travelled the view of his woman laid on the bed, his large t-shirt down to just above her thighs. He could see her the stubble of hair above her pussy as she laid facing him on her phone. He laughed. “Hey beautiful”. He replied as she told him about Vic not yet knowing they had now moved in together. “She’s going to have a shock on everything tomorrow…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“She’s only find out about you and me being official…are we official? You haven’t exactly asked…just moved in.” She rubbed her belly as she scrolled with one hand. Already looking at baby clothes on her phone. “Oh she’s coming over to work out now, so you might not even see us…” she smiled at him @Mr Writes

“I want to be your forever man. Does that make us official?” He ask teasingly. Watching her scroll her phone as he dropped his towel, walking round the bed to the wardrobe for underwear. “You’re going to go to the gym?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“The gym in the garage? It’s not massive but it’s got the basic equipment thanks to Frankie’s money..” she looked at him as he got into bed. “And no…you can ask better than that. Until then your a roommate and baby daddy” she joked with him. “Isn’t daddy silly for not thinking outside the box” she poked her stomach as she spoke in her teacher voice. @Mr Writes

Michael leaned onto his side facing Carla, close to her under the covers. “Carla, I’ve fallen for you. I adore you, I love you, I lust for you. I want my future with you and whoever arrives in our world. Please be my woman”. He said, his serious tone coming to an end. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Think bigger” she teased. “I’m joking. I love you. Ofc I’ll be your woman” she half rolled her eyes at the fact she copied his wording. She leaned in kissing him. Dropping her phone away x

9:03 AM

@Mr Writes

In that moment, they’d become an official couple. They perhaps didn’t need the label, but it was healthy for them both to know the label was there, the commitment from them both. What followed was an instant and needed release of passion and love from them both. They’d pleasured eachother with the news of celebration, but admitting their love and want for them to be official and not hide it from the outside world drew them ever closer. The sex that night proved that. After waking up and making breakfast, Carla kissed Michael goodbye on the forehead, leaving him in bed for a lie in as she went to work for the second to last day of the year. (insert work outfit if you wish). Michael spent his morning fixing the wonky wardrobe and chest of drawers, before meeting Jamie for half a round of golf. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla didn’t want to wake him on his day off. He deserved it, especially after putting out as much as he did last night. She quietly got up, had breakfast, showered and changed. She even managed to kiss his forehead without fully waking him up. After a busy second last day at work, she got home to an empty house. She was used to Micheal working but today she hadn’t heard where he was going. She changed into her workout clothes with Minutes to spare before Victoria showed up. They worked out together in the garage, Carla taking it easier than normal. Near the end of the workout, she heard the door open as Micheal stood in the doorway. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she finished her set of squats. Victoria looked at him and then at her. “Hey you didn’t tell me he was coming over! I would of been gone before now.” “He lives here…Your the guest.” She smiled at Victoria finishing her set of squats. They both were quickly met with the squeals from Victoria. “Shhh..” Carla laughed a little as she received a tight hug from Victoria. ”Why didn’t you tell me! Your a bitch.” Victoria laughed softly as she nudged Carla. “You didn’t tell me about Jamie…we’re even” Carla smiled, noticing that Victoria had been caught. ”Damm, fine then.” Carla introduced them both to eachother. Going over kissing Micheal. “I’m all sweaty you don’t have to hug me” she smiled up at him. “How was your day?” While they caught up, Victoria had made her way to the kitchen and started making smoothies. It was tradition. @Mr Writes

Michael’s view as he walked up the driveway and into the garage was one he was used to but could never grow tired of. She knew he’d be looking, surely. Michael was introduced to Vic, who shared a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He looked over to his new girlfriend, then back to Vic. ”Well Vic, no offence but while she looks like that, dressed like that, it’s a shame you’re here” he laughed playfully. Carla and Michael shared a greet filled kiss as the smoothie maker whirred from the kitchen. “You look good” he told her. “Good workout? Taking it easy?” He asked in a hushed tone as they walked to the kitchen. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I took it easy” she smiled at him as they went to the kitchen. Her ass cheeks taking turns to jiggle as she walked. Victoria handing them both a smoothie, then sitting at the dinning room table. Victoria: “Well Micheal your just going to have to be one of the girls now, anything said stays at this table. This table has seen and heard a lot.” Carla chocked on her smoothie as a result of the laugh she produced hearing her say that. The table had seen and heard a lot…a lot of kitchen sex over the last few months. She looked at Micheal then back to Victoria. Victoria: “Ew Carla! Who knew you were so adventurous, She used to be boring. Correction: Frankie used to be boring. Did you hear that Frankie got a new job as head of cardio at the hospital? He’s moved from your house in the subs to not far from the hospital.” Carla’s shrugged. “I don’t give two shits if he’s the head or the arse of cardio! I want my divorce finalised.” Victoria: “He goes by Frank now. Dr Frank. I have no clue why he’s just aged himself” looking at Micheal who looked like the was watching tennis with his eyes bouncing from each of them, also looked like he just discovered that Frankie was also a surgeon. “Yeah she has a type what can I say.” At that moment, Victoria looked away. Going a bit pale as if she was sick. Carla rolled her eyes, then the horror of what she had just told Micheal drew in. “I do have a type, Micheal. He’s my type. Frankie was a mistake, a lesson to learn from…” she knew that look from anywhere. She was feeling nauseous…Victoria hadn’t done her usual work out. There was banana missing from her smoothie. She was pregnant too. “Victoria! Shut up! Are you pregnant” @Mr Writes

Vic could tell just from the look Carla and Michael shared that the table now had a lot of sex to join the gossip it has shared. Carla was defensive at the name of her ex. Michael shook his head. He didn’t know he was new to the team at the hospital. He didn’t know Carla had a type either. He wasn’t one to get worked up or angry about anything like that. It’s in the past. Michael held Carla’s hand. Reassuring her. He laughed. “It’s fine. Unless you’re going back to him, I’m fine.” Carla noticed Vic’s clenched face and lack of banana, noticing something not many others would. She surely only knew because of her own pregnancy. Michael’s eyebrows raised, shocked, he shared a look with Carla. It must have been more than just a finger that night. Or was it ongoing since? @Mrs Writes 💓

Victoria looked at Carla. Giving her a look of confusion as to how she figured it out. Victoria: “How did you figure it out! I’m still early on…and not sure what I’m doing yet. I don’t exactly have a partner.. my love story ended that night. I haven’t heard from Jamie since” Another lie, Victoria smirked when she lied. “There’s no banana in the smoothie, you didn’t go as hard as you usually did in our workout. And that face. Half way through the smoothie and the thought of it turned your stomach…plus I’m pregnant too…we’re pregnant.” She smiles at Micheal. She had told him she wasn’t going to say anything but she couldn’t keep quiet. The girls shared a hug, and a cry. Discussing different symptoms they had so far. The mention of how Carla couldn’t have children and how it was Frankie who was shooting the blanks and not her. Micheal had left them alone to go watch the golf or the football. Shortly after Victoria left. Warning Micheal not to say anything before she had the chance to discuss it with Jamie. Carla sat on the floor of the living room while he watched the golf, creating gift bags for her students. “She’s still seeing Jamie…she lied about them not seeing eachother.” She mentioned as she looked up from her bags. @Mr Writes

The secret was out. Carla & Michael’s secret at least. Michael let Carla and Vic share their moment before Vic congratulated him too. Vic left and Michael and Carla found themselves preparing for the last day of school tomorrow. “How do you know? How do you know she lied?” Michael asked. “Why would she lie?” He asked again. He was surrounded by sweets, goodies and gifts, envelopes and cards. He wasn’t in his element, but given he had got a teacher pregnant, this was now his element. @Mrs Writes 💓

“She smirked. I’ve known her since we were 15, she definitely lied. Has Jamie said anything?” She continued to stuff bags. “Baby you don’t have to help, the golf? Football? Is on?” She smiled at him. His phone buzzed. She glanced to see if it was her phone noticing it was a FaceTime from Amanda. Carla kissed him “Incase it’s Milo. Remember it’s his last day tomorrow, don’t show him anything” She got up, taking the finished bags to her car. Hearing him talk to Milo on FaceTime. She returned to her unopened parcels. Opening them quietly, trying not to talk for Milo to hear. @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head. “He’s not said anything. I’ll ask him…” he picked up his phone but the FaceTime call distracted him. “Hey buddy!” Michael said with a smile as big as he could. It was sad that he couldn’t see his best friend every day. “You miss me?” Michael asked as Carla sat in the back of the room, listening. “Excited for your last day tomorrow? Excited for a weekend with daddy?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled listening to him as he spoke to his son. She opened a parcels smiling, going into the dinning room. She stood on a chair, hanging up end of school banner she bought for Milo. Decorating the table with little toys and funny masks to celebrate the occasion. She came back sitting next to him. Putting her head on his lap as she stayed quiet. Muffling a yawn. @Mr Writes

Milo said how he was excited to see Miss Evans tomorrow and that she wouldn’t be teaching him next year. Milo said how excited he was for a weekend with daddy. “Bedtime then mate, eh?” Michael suggested, seeing Amanda hover in the background. He nodded and Amanda took the tablet. “Have you signed the papers?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked up at him. Playing with his hand that was out of frame. Although Amanda knew she was there. She finally let out a yawn hearing Amanda shut the door. Carla flipped so she was facing up to him. Listening to their conversation. Her eyes struggling to keep open. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Amanda?” He paused. “Have you signed the papers?” He asked again now Milo had taken himself to his bedroom. She shook her head. “Not all of them. It’s a lot to read and understand and make sure I’m getting what’s best for me and Milo.” She explained. He rolled his eyes. He just wanted it over with. To be just Carla’s man. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mhm that’s Frankie’s excuse too…” Carla said not realising she said it out loud. “Sorry.” She said. After they hung up, she looked up at Micheal. “Sorry I didn’t mean to sound so bitchy.” She reached up playing a hand on his cheek. Caressing him. “You are my man, no matter what the paper says…” she smiled. “I have a surprise for you. She got up. Helping him up, showing him what she set up in the kitchen for Milo. @Mr Writes

Michael fought off the laugh from Carla’s comment, forgetting she could be heard. He shot her a look over the tablet which could be translated as behave yourself. Though the funny side of it couldnt go unnoticed. He dragged himself to his feet and turned to face the kitchen. His face grew. “I love it. He’ll love it” he pulled her into his chest for a cuddle, kissing her forehead. He expected nothing less from her. It was her natural mothering instincts with her teaching profession that took her to these things. “Thank you.” @Mrs Writes 💓

She melted at the kiss to her forehead. “Why are you thanking me…I did this for myself” she joked, gazing up at him from his chest. “I wanted to start family traditions…that’s what we are now. A family.” She laughed a little kissing him softly. “Your the daddy of this house” She was hoping that he could pick up on the way she was feeling. Which he could, as he took hold of her face in his hands ever so gently yet planted his lips against hers hard. Backing her up to the table, giving her what she needed then and there. Afterwards, they both got ready for bed. Talking over their days tomorrow. “So your working in the morning until afternoon. You still picking up Milo?” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed before nodding. A family was right. And she was right, they were starting their own traditions from the beginning. Michael took her hint in her eyes, a passionate kiss led to steamy, quick sex against the kitchen counter. Somewhere else for Vic to disapprove of. He nodded as she got into her pyjamas. (Share image if you want). “I’ll get Milo at 3pm, I finish at 2:30pm. I’ll bring him to the park, perhaps you can meet us there and then we can go home together? To explain to him?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She got into bed, snuggling up next to him. “I can do whatever you like. Unless you would like him to come straight home first, he can explore his new house before you add me into the mix? Or would you rather we came home together? I could bring my car home and walk to the park to meet yous.” She turned in bed, pushing her ass against him. Placing his hand on her stomach. “What about this one? How are we breaking the news? Should we? I don’t want to overwhelm him.” They discussed the plan before Carla fell asleep in his arms. She felt safe and calm there. Finding it easy to drift to sleep. The next morning, she felt Matt pull away from her. Taking his body heat that made her cosy away to the shower. She rolled over into his side of the bed, smiling sleeply as it was her favourite scent on the sheets. His scent. Seeing him reappear through her sleeply eyes she smiled at him. “It’s too early for me to get up. Have a good day. I love you” and just like that she was back asleep. 6.30am came around and up she got. Getting ready for the last day of school. The teachers where allowed to go in casually dressed. As it was also her last day at the school she had received lots of presents. At 3pm when the bell rang, she waited at the door to make sure all of the children got picked up. Subtly waving at Micheal. @Mr Writes

8:39 AM

“I think coming together would make more sense to him. We can explain little bits at the park.” He paused, holding her stomach where their baby rested. “I think we should tell him. Maybe Saturday? So one big news a day, so it’s not overwhelming?” He suggested, continuing to hold her stomach. He couldnt wait for her to grow. Michael dressed in his scrubs, he had spare clothes in is locker at work. He worked, excited for a family weekend, seeing Carla at school for the first time that they were official, he wasnt sure how to act, but her warm wave seemed to set the tone they would use, it was her last day anyway. (I will post Michael’s outfit soon) @Mrs Writes 💓

After work, she headed home. She had went to her friends house quickly after work to pick up something for them, something special for the announcement on Saturday. She walked round the corner to the park. She had assumed that Micheal had already told Milo about the house being daddy’s new house as his car was outside. She rubbed her hands on the back of her jeans to rub away the sweat as she got nerves. Her nerves settled as she turned the corner, seeing Micheal and Milo chase each other round the park. She quietly stood at the gate to the park watching them for a few moments. @Mr Writes

Michael let Milo catch him by the swings and they both fell to the floor laughing as they heard the gate to the park close, he’d been waiting excitedly for Carla to arrive. It suddenly dawned on him, they hadn’t discussed what Milo would call her now. “Look who it is,..!” Michael said excitedly to Milo. He’d always been drawn to Carla, or Miss Evans. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled coming over to them only getting half way before Milo met her with open arms. “Hi cuddle bug” she bent down fully embracing his tight squeeze. She smiled at Micheal, with tears in her eyes. Those stupid pregnancy hormones had been high today. Milo: “Miss Evans! Why are you at the park silly” She smiled at him. “I’m here to see that special boy I told you and your friends about.” She giggled softly as Milo looked around the park. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled, watching Milo take the initiative to run to Carla for a hug. The perfect start. The tears in her eyes which Michael saw but Milo didn’t cemented their hard work. Michael nodded to Carla, he bent down to meet them both. “So remember daddy and mummy aren’t special friends anymore?” Michael started. Looking to Carla for reassurance. “Well daddy and Miss Evans have become friends, and special friends.” He smiled pausing. He hoped he was explaining this well. “Do you know what special friends do together? They KISS!” Michael said laughing. “Urghhh, right?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla and Milo had similar facials expressions. Milos was more his listening face. Whereas Carla was trying not to laugh at where he was uncomfortably going with this. “Milo, sweetheart. What daddy is trying to say is, I won’t be your teacher next year because I love you so so much. You know who else I love…Daddy.” She smiled at Micheal, who looked thankful she had taken over. “It’s like when Mummy and Daddy used to be special friends…they stayed in your house didn’t they. Well now Daddy stays in a new house with Me. And yes…we kiss, and we hug, and we have one big bed in our room. But most importantly, we celebrate you. We love you. Remember when I said to you and your friends that no matter what, I was on your guys team. Well now I’m on team Milo…” she couldn’t help but speak through the tears streaming down her face. Milo: “Your daddy’s special friend? Mummy doesn’t like you Miss Evans…she says your a bitch” Carla looked up at Micheal, she was at a loss now that he had sworn. @Mr Writes

Michael was grateful that Carla took over. Almost as if she just knew what to say and how. “Why didn’t you just do it yourself, save me the embarrassment” He said laughing halfway through. Michael and Carla’s eyes darted to eachother from Milo as he swore, saying what he said. Everything Carla had said, was true, beautifully said and explained it nicely for Milo. “Well, we don’t say things like that do we?” Michael said, in a tone that Carla had never heard before. “Milo what do you say?” Michael asked. “Im sorry. Its mummy”. He says. Michael nodded, looking to Carla again for reassurance and understanding. “Do you understand Miss Evans though?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked at Micheal as he spoke. The tone taking her by surprise. She shouldn’t of found it as sexy as she did. “Milo, would you like to call me Carla now that I’m not your teacher.” She smiles as Milo’s face lighted up. “Yeah? And you have to promise us. If mummy says anything else about daddy or Carla that makes you feel sad or angry, you have to tell daddy.” She smiled softly as Milo apologised again, hugging her tightly. Milo: “I’m sorry I copied mummy’s bad words. Can I call you Carla at school? Can Jake call you Carla!” Carla nodded with a smile. She stood up, hugging Micheal as he ran off to play for a few more minutes. “Hi Micheal, I’m the bitch your ex with is talking about..” @Mr Writes

Carla’s eyes fluttered. She’d never seen him talk sternly or look to tell him off. She seemed to enjoy it. As Milo ran off to the slide, Michael and Carla shared a moment together. Their hug and hold to eachother was gentle. Like a mother and father would just appreciate their calm moment together. “Everyone’s going to know you as Carla without minutes of him going back to school” michael laughed. “Miss Evans will be no more”. He paused, shaking his head in disbelief. “I dont know how you kept a straight face. I cant believe he’s heard her say that.” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla closed her eyes, resting her head against Micheal’s chest as she hugged him. “I stood up way to fast there” she smiled through a wave of dizziness. Laughing softly at his comment about Miss Evans no more. “She’s already gone. Half of them will likely forget me anyways.” She opened her eyes slowly, looking up at him. “I’m starving…I haven’t eaten all- since lunch” she hoped he was to busy watching Milo to hear her slip up about not eating much today. But the look he gave her suggested he heard her. “As much as I liked your Stern tone, and how it weirdly made me hot..I don’t need you to tell me off. I had a big breakfast with the staff and then wasn’t hungry come lunch..” she was gratefully interrupted by Milo tugging his dad leg saying he was hungry too. Heading back to the house together, Micheal and Carla walked hand in hand as Milo skipped a few steps in front of them. He had lots of Questions for them both, which he was currently asking at the speed of light. @Mr Writes

Michael’s arm held her tight for a moment to ensure she kept her balance. He smiled. “I saw the way you looked at me when I used that tone. Behave yourself”. He laughed gently. “I won’t tell you off. You know its important”. He squeezed her hand as they walked. “I bought party food before I got him from school. I know its not healthy, but I’ll do healthy tomorrow night. Something we’ll all enjoy”. MILO; *”How long have you lived together? How big is your house Carla? Is it your house or daddy’s? Mummy and daddy had two special beds, their own beds, do you have your own beds? Is my room big?” Michael looked to Carla laughing. Should I be writing these questions down bud?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was used to these rapid fire questions, she smiled answering them as they came. Not realising that Micheal had been looking at her. She also different realise that she had been rubbing her stomach as they walked home. “Few weeks, it’s big, it’s our home, we just have one big bed for lots of cuddles with a snuggle bug, why don’t we go see your room?” She smiled at Micheal who looked a little flabbergasted that she answered them all in rapid style back. Milo: “I GET TO SLEEP IN YOUR BED TOO?” He gasped. “Not quite…I said snuggle bug not sleeping bug. You can come for all the cuddles in Daddy and Carla’s bed.” She pointed to the house. “Let’s go see that bedroom” she unlocked the door for them, taking her shoes off at the door. Smiling as Milo ran straight in checking out the rooms downstairs. First the livingroom and then the kitchen and dinning room. Seeing his banners and party toys. “ARE WE HAVING A PARTY!” He squealed from the dinning room as Carla had stolen a kiss from Micheal in the hall. Laughing at the same time as Micheal they headed to the dinning room. “We are..” Milo: “This is the best! What’s up the stairs?” Carla let’s Micheal lead the way, as he shows Milo each room, leaving the last room as his. Micheal and Carla stood at the door as he took a moment to take in his new room. Before he got lost in all his new toys. “I think your the favourite parent..” she whispered to Micheal. @Mr Writes

Michael was unaware of Carla’s expertise in getting through a barrage of questions the way she did. “Are you used to that?” He asked quietly, laughing as they walked up the path to the door as she unlocked it, Milo’s went steaming in. Michael’s face grew and grew and Milo explored downstairs, his excitement at the news of a party as Carla stole a wholesome kiss. They stood at the door way as Milo dropped to his knee’s to explore the toys on the floor, the new bed and bedding. “Is it good? What do you think?” Michael asked him. “What do you say to Carla too?” He asked. Nodding subtly at Carla’s favourite comment. “For a few days probably”. He replied in a hushed tone. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled as he thanked them both before asking Micheal for food again. “Yeah daddy, can we have dinner?” Carla commented with a smirk. Milo asked if he could play in his room. Going downstairs with Micheal to help with dinner prep. “Your my favourite parent all the time…” she said. “Milo’s even more hyper here than he ever was in school.” She laughed softly hearing him crash his toys together. “Let’s see then, what have you got planned for dinner? Baby’s hungry…both of them.” She kissed him softly. The shared a few kisses alone in the kitchen. The thought about what Milo said about her being a bitch went through her mind. After dinner, Milo fell asleep while playing with his toys on the living room floor. Micheal lifted him to bed while Carla squared the place up. She loved having the house filled with toys and laughter. She met Micheal upstairs in their room. Smiling at him as he sat on the bed looking at something on his phone. “I have a surprise for you…” @Mr Writes

Carla knew exactly what game she was playing being able to call Michael daddy infront of Milo. Milo didn’t stir or come out of his tired sleep as he put him in his new bed. Michael put his phone on his bedside table, giving Carla his attention at her news of a surprise. He had a surprise for her tomorrow night, but this had of course caught him off guard. “Oh yeah? A surprise for me? After all the surprises today?” He smiled. “What is it baby?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled going to her side of the bed, listening up a gift bag. She took out of of the T-shirts, putting it away in her drawer. “Just something cute for you and Milo. Thought you could maybe use them for the Announcement.” She smiled handing him the bag with two matching white T-shirts one saying Daddy and the other Said Big Brother. She sat on the bed next to him smiling at them as he took them out of the bag. “Just thought it was cute. You and him matching in your white tops and jeans…I could take your picture and we could use it for the announcement photo in a few weeks…” she rested her head on his shoulder. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled, his happiness there to be seen as he took them out of the bag, his eyes travelling the size difference between the two. He pulled her into his shoulder, kissing her hair as she rested against him. “Thank you baby. I thought tomorrow, we’d go to the zoo, then come home, then we can tell him and share the news?” He suggested. “I’ll cook tomorrow night. He loves mac & cheese. Red onion, pancetta?” He asked. “I’ve got a surprise for mummy tomorrow night!” He smirked excited. “You’ve got to wait” he paused. “I’m so grateful Carla, for everything, all the effort you’ve made, how comfortable you are with the news and being that new person with him.” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at his kiss to her hair. “I don’t need anything…” she looked at him. She teared up a little at him telling her how grateful he was. “That was as enough of a surprise..I’m grateful for you. You have given me so much.” She took his hand. Squeezing it before finding his lips for a kiss. After the moment they shared, she got up, taking the tops and folding them neatly. “We don’t have to use these…I just saw them on offer with one of my old friends.” She got into bed after putting them away. Showing him the picture that gave her the inspo. Expect the picture had a Mummy, Daddy, and Big brother top. @Mr Writes

“Well, tomorrow night, you’ll see” He smiled, kissing her which she initiated. They shared a quiet, romantic moment before she folded them away. “Well, why didnt you get one too?” He asked intrigued. “Do you think Milo will ever call you mum?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She sighed a little disheartened “I got all three. The mummy one is in my drawer…I’m not mummy. Not yet. I have 7 more months.” She mustered a smile over at him as she put her phone away. “I don’t know…he might just call me bitch for the rest of my life” she muttered Getting comfy in bed. “Sorry that was bitchy…Its just been playing on my mind. “ @Mr Writes

“You’re mummy already. You’re growing our child now. You’re a mummy now”. He smiled, holding her close as she seemed down for the first time. It had been a long day. A big day. A big weekend ahead. Michael laughed. He couldn’t help but laugh. “He knows that’s wrong and naughty. Unfortunately, Amanda’s said something infront of him, clearly”. He consoled her. “Don’t apologise”. He stroked her arm softly. “You’ve been amazing.” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled as he pulled her into his embrace. “I don’t want to piss Amanda off anymore. I’ll wear the T-shirt another time. I don’t have to be apart of the announcement.” She turned to face him. Putting her head on his chest, one leg over his. “I have all the patience in the world when it comes to kids, but adults. I have none.” She sighed drawing shapes on his chest with her finger softly. She yawned, looking up at him. “Goodnight I love you” @Mr Writes

Michael was determined for her to be involved. He would revisit it tomorrow. He kissed her forehead goodnight as she looked up at him, her leg wrapped over his. “Goodnight baby, I love you”. They were woken to the sounds of toys, laughter and play from across the hall. “You hear that?” Michael stirred, Carla turned away, hiding in the pillow. “He likes the toys you’ve got” Michael laughed, looking at the time before holding her close to him from behind as the sunlight began to gently creep through the curtains. @Mrs Writes 💓

She pushed her ass into him more. “I’m glad he feels comfortable enough to stay in his room. Do you just let him come and get you when he wants to her fully up??” She questioned with her eyes still closed. She wasn’t fully a morning person. She could get up and function, but she didn’t have to pretend with Micheal anymore. “What time is it?” She asked rubbing her eyes before standing up. “I have to pee…again.” She went to the ensuite. Moment later she came out looking down at him. “Micheal! Look.” She pointed to her stomach as she turned to the side. The smaller bump had started to show. “I’m probably just bloated or whatever medical crap your about to tell me. But i don’t care. Look at this little bump” her smile couldn’t be hidden. In fact it just kept growing as she looked in the mirror. @Mr Writes

Michael became used to her morning routine, pushing her ass against his groin, sensing his morning wood, or just wanting to tease or play, or just for comfort. He wouldn’t change it. He loved feeling her every morning. His arm wrapped her before she got out of bed to pee. “It’s half seven.” He paused with a nod. “He’ll let us know when he’s bored” he laughed. Michael sat up, looking over her excited face as her hand pointed to her belly. A bump had appeared almost overnight. It was visual even under his T-shirt. “Take it off, let’s see properly” he smiled excitedly. @Mrs Writes 💓

She listened for a moment to make sure he was still playing away. Pulling his T-shirt off, she stood looking in the bathroom mirror. The only other full length mirror was in the hall and she wasn’t about to walk out there naked. She smiled at Micheal, going over to him. “It feels so real..I didn’t think I would get a bump this early on. Thank fudge I’ve finished work..” she wiped a tear away. @Mr Writes

Michael took in the view, of what he could see from her admiring herself in the long en-suite mirror. She looked elegant, beautiful and very sexy with such a small, elegant bump. “It’s a surprise to us both. That can only mean one thing, it’s a big baby boy” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked down at him, playing with his hair as he admired the bump. “Knowing that it’s your son, I would be surprised if he had a huge head” she joked smiling down at him. “We’re having a baby” she whispered excitedly as she pulled her top back on. Finding a pair of shorts too incase Milo came in. She got back into bed. “Did you read any books when you were having Milo? Or just wing it since you were a know all doctor” she smiled, taking a photo of the bump. @Mr Writes

“Your head is bigger than mine” he joked as he welcomed her back into bed and his arms. “We are having a baby” he agreed with her excitedly. He shook his head. “I’m not a no it all, but I didn’t read any books, just winged it and hoped for the best with crossed fingers”. He laughed. “Milo turned out alright”. He laughed again. “Send me that photo baby”. He asked softly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Do you think it’s a boy…I have a gut feeling it’s a girl. How sexy you would be with a baby girl.” She closed her legs “shouldn’t of thought about it…” she laughed. She sent him the photo as Milo came bursting through the door. Milo: “I GOT LOST! I went to the bathroom instead of in here. I’m so silly” he said climbing into the bed with us. He brought two action figures, sitting between us playing with them. Carla couldn’t help but laugh at him declaring he had gotten lost. “You could of shouted on us snuggle bug…we would of…rescued you.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as Carla closed her legs, regretting picturing a girl with him. “Think about it later”. He said rapidly as Hurricane Milo came into the bedroom and onto the bed. They both laughed watching him settle with his figures. “Lost?!” Michael said. “It’s not that big”. He laughed. “There you go, Carla says she’d come and rescue you. She’s braver than daddy”. Michael said. His hand stroking her arm beneath the duvet. This was a perfect start to this new family. @Mrs Writes 💓

Milo rambled on about the dream he had and how this was a big place with rooms he hadn’t explored yet. Carla offered to make breakfast for them both. Allowing them to have one on one time together. She didn’t want milo to feel like she was always there when it was his turn with daddy. Before heading downstairs, she took another bump picture in the mirror. Sending it to Micheal. She opted for the simple toast and cereal options. Sneaking some chocolate spread into Milo’s toast. “Boys, breakfast!” She set the table, still using the end of school paper plates and cups. Sitting their breakfast options down to them, she sat next to Micheal handing him a cup of coffee. “What’s the plan today then daddy?” She asked sipping her tea. @Mr Writes

Michael appreciated the feeling Carla had that it was important for her to be there, but also to respect Milo needed daddy time too. It didn’t go unnoticed from Michael. They heard the call for breakfast from downstairs and Michael grabbed Milo, carrying him down running, action figures in one hand each as he sat Milo down in his chair. “Look at this. Toast and cereal. What do you say?” Michael prompted him. Soon he hoped Milo would be comfortable enough to thank her as his own. Michael put the coffee to his lips before suggesting. “Does Milo want to go to the zoo today? See the animals with daddy and Carla? Does Milo want daddy to cook dinner?” Michael asked. “You can take one toy with you”. Michael told him. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled as Milo got excited about the zoo. Asking his dad if he could get a toy at the zoo too. Then telling Carla all about his favourite animals. After breakfast, milo ran upstairs to play again before he had to get ready. Carla sat rubbing her bump while she finished a cup of tea as her phone pinged. “What are we doing tomorrow? Do you mind if I nip out for an hour in the afternoon?” She looked up at Micheal as she read her text. @Mr Writes

“we’ll see if you behave. If you’re good, you can take Carla with you to the shop and spend daddy’s money?” He suggested to Milo. Michael felt it important Milo also get alone time with Carla too. “I could watch you rub your belly all day. It’s so peaceful.” He told her as her phone went off. “No, that’s fine. I thought we might go for a woodland walk at some point. Maybe a roast dinner. What’s come up?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She read aloud the message “Hey wifey, got your papers but we have a problem. Meet me at the house tomorrow for a fam meeting?” She rolled her eyes. “Frankie’s mother is the only problem me and him could agree on. So whatever she’s done, my divorce papers are hanging in the balance. Also please never call me wifey, makes me sick.” She put her coffee down. “I don’t have to go, I’m sure the problem will be there on Monday.” She looked at him and smiled noticing he was watching her hand. “You can rub it too…it’s your child. You don’t need my permission, you don’t need my permission for a lot of things.” She smiles kissing him softly. @Mr Writes

Michael’s squirmed at Frankie’s use of words. “No, it’s important you go. Why don’t we go for a woodland walk in the morning together, then you drive yourself there? We’ll come home and cook a roast dinner and wait your return?” He suggested. He kissed her back. “What’s something I do need permission for?” He smirked playfully. His hand immediately rested on her belly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh look at that…I’m now all hot and bothered.” She laughed looking down at his hand. “Jesus, why couldn’t you be annoying. Annoy me Micheal! I feel like a dog in heat every time you touch me.” She leaned her head back against the wall laughing. “Yes that plan sounds brilliant, tell me it again later without your hands on me…” she smiles at him. At that point, Milo came down with his clothes. Giving them to Micheal. “Can I wear this to the zoo? Has Carla got a tummy ache?” He noticed his hand on her tummy. “Yeah…you could say that.” She smiled at Micheal. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at her comments. “Does the information not go in properly with my hands on you?” He asked. “It could be worse, my touch could repulse you”. He laughed. “I’ll remind you later.” He agreed. Michael looked at the clothes he’d picked. A dinosaur shirt and a pair of shorts. “I think that’s sensible. Do you agree?” He asked Carla. “Carla does have a tummy ache”. Michael nodded as she smiled at him. Children were so inquisitive and noticed small things. “She’ll okay to come today though!” He told Milo. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla nodded when Micheal asked her opinion. “Right, guess me and your daddy should hurry up and get dressed too.” She said standing up. She cleaned up the kitchen as Micheal took Milo upstairs getting him washed and changed. Carla then nipped in the shower too, changing into a orange summer dress which fit tighter around her stomach. “Is this too noticeable?” She asked Micheal as he entered their shared bathroom. Smiling at him as he strips to take a shower. “Don’t..oh don’t do that to me…” she turned round trying to avoid looking at him naked. @Mr Writes

12:56 AM

Milo was washed and dressed as Michael came into the en-suite as Carla looked at her hair in the mirror. Michael stripped naked as she asked his opinion on her dress. She fought her eyes as he did so. He struggled at the sight of her. Holding her from behind before he got in the shower. “You look incredible” he whispered softly against her ear. “Wear this again, please”. He asked her, his hand playfully lifting the bottom of it up slightly. He got in the shower, stroking himself in a playful manner for a second or two before concentrating on actually showering. He found a pair of grey tailored shorts and a white polo shirt, put hairspray in his hair and found Carla and Milo downstairs still trying to decide what toy to take. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla helped Milo get his shoes on before they had a lengthy discussion on what you to take. “I like this one” Carla pointed to one of the action figures. Milo disagreed picking up another one. “Daddy your taking ages…” he moaned waiting by the door. Carla laughed a little, getting her hand bag. Filling it with extra snacks, half for herself the other half as bribes for the journey there. As Micheal closed the car door after putting Milo in, she passed by Carla. Who sneakily handed him her underwear. “Two can play that game mr.” She said, getting into the car. Smirking at him as she closed the door. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled at the agreement of the choice of toy. “Well, I’m ready now. Shall we go!” Michael suggested, getting into the car after strapping Milo in the back. Michael bit his lower lip, quickly whisking them out of view and into the side of his door. He shook his head, smirking at her as he reversed off the driveway. Michael’s hand rested on Carla’s thigh as he drove. She’d initiated a fun game. Well, he had initiated it in the shower, she had continued it. He rubbed and stroked her leg softly, once and only once did he purposely go high enough so that her dress rose up her thigh. He was silent for a moment, though he meant what he said. He wanted to see this dress again. They arrived at the zoo and Michael put Milo’s backpack on his own back, putting Milo on his shoulders as they got tickets and have Milo the map. “Where do first?” Michael asked. He looked to Carla. “It feels like a family today”. Michael whispered. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled, taking a sneaky picture of Micheal holding Milos hand with the small back pack on his back before he lifted up Milo to his shoulders. “Where does the map say we’re going to see first snuggle bug?” She looked up at Milo. They walked hand in hand with Milo up on his shoulders to the first animal. “This is your family” she smiled at Micheal. She felt complete with the idea of this being her future. How in love she was with this man and how much she adored his child and the gift he gave her of being a mother herself. As Micheal took Milo off his shoulders, they both watched him point at different animals. Carla smiles up at Micheal, finding his lips softly against hers. Milo: “Daddy.. why do you kiss Carla and not Mummy?”

2:19 AM

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Michael looked from Carla to Milo, and back again before bending down to Milo’s level. “Remember we said that special friends have special ways of showing their friendship?” Michael started. Was he about to butcher this one too. “Mummy and daddy aren’t special friends together anymore. But daddy and Carla have found that they love eachother.” He paused. Looking at Milo. “Does that make sense?” He asked him, before he looked up at Carla, looking for her to bail him out again. @Mrs Writes 💓

She nodded at Micheal, he was doing well. At that moment she didn’t know what else to say. Milo nodded “Like when Mummy kisses that man during the night? He sometimes leaves me sweeties in the morning. But I’ve not to tell anyone I see him.” Milo comments before getting distracted by the squak of a bird. “Oh my lord.” Carla whispered rubbing her temple…”right…Let’s put it this way. Milo, do you remember Jake. He has two mummies and two daddies. Your mummy and daddy have decided that they would like that for you. So now you Have Daddy, Carla who is going to love fou like she was your mummy. And then you have your mummy…who might bring home another person who will be like- do you want a icecream?” She could feel herself rambling, looking up at Micheal as they had switched position. Micheal was straight on his phone, she was assuming he was texting Amanda. @Mr Writes

Michael’s attention changed as Milo rambled on before a bird took his attention. Michael and Carla stared at eachother for a brief second as she whispered. Michael whispered “who?” To her as she began to explain Jake’s situation. “What do I say?” He asked Carla as they walked behind Milo, who was trying to lead the way to ice creams. His thumbs hovered over the phones keyboard. “Who leave Milo sweets? Is there anything you want to tell me?” He sent, showing Carla the message after it had sent. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla shrugged at the message. “Personally, if this was switched and Milo was mine. I wouldn’t want random strangers in his house or around him. You would be different, we’re having a baby. We live together, I’m a constant in his life. She has a cheek at being rude to me when she’s exposing him to different men? Or is it the same man? If so why is it a secret…” she looped her arm round his. “Maybe you should talk to her face to face tomorrow when she comes to pick up Milo..” Carla looked up at him. At that moment she was thankful that her and Frankie didn’t have kids, even if their divorce was taking ages there was no one to hurt but themselves. Carla bought Milo and Micheal and ice cream. Sitting on a nearby bench as they ate away. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. Agreeing. His concern was multiple men. One man, he could deal with, it wasn’t too dissimilar to him and Carla, if Amanda was in a relationship with someone, that is. “I wonder what she’s hiding”. He said to Carla, licking their ice creams. “Don’t get that shirt messy young man!” Michael said. “Baby, Milo’s going Monday morning”. Michael said in a quiet tone, a soft laugh with it. “Baby brain huh”. “Warm enough without any underwear?” Michael asked, extremely quietly against her ear as her ice cream came to an end. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I thought it was Sunday today…my mistake.” She smiled at him. She leaned in kissing him. “Im very breezy… the wind feels nice. Not as nice as your tongue would do..” she whispered back. Rubbing her bump as she watched Milo trying his hardest not to spill any ice cream. “What else are you wanting to see Milo? There’s a whole other side.” She asked. After milo had finished they walked over to the other side of the zoo. By the time they had finished it was already nearly dinner time. Milo was exhausted until he heard the mention of the shop. Being perked up, Carla took him inside as Michael’s phone rang. “Choose two.” Carla said as she walked behind him in the store. “Daddy already bought you a lot of new toys for his house. So these are Carla’s treats okay?” She smiled @Mr Writes

Michael smirked. “Behave”. He whispered. “Maybe later if you’re lucky.” He kissed her again. Carla had disappeared into the shop without Michael’s card to pay. He would send her the money later. It was too much to ask for her to buy this after all the effort she’s gone to make Milo feel at home this weekend. “Amanda?” Michael asked answering the phone. “What have you got to tell me?” He asked her. “Milo knows about the man who gives him sweets. Who is it?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla and Milo had some one to one time picking out different toys and deciding on a few. They even bought dino cookies to make together tomorrow. She paid taking his hand coming out of the shop. Seeing how frustrated he looked on the phone. She nodded at him then towards the car in a way to say that they would head that way. She walked in front with Milo. Hearing parts of their conversation. Talking to Milo as she put him in his seat, buckling him in. She closed his door, looking at Micheal who was leaning against the car finishing up his phone call. @Mr Writes

“I’ll talk to you when he’s in the bath” Michael told her. Kissing her softly to reassure her it was okay. “How much did you spend? You didn’t take my card”. He smiled, looking at the bag in the boot of the car. Michael and Carla got in the car. “Did you have a nice time in the shop with Carla?” Michael asked Milo in the back, but he was already asleep. “He can sleep on the drive home, we’ll need to wake him after or he won’t sleep properly later”. Michael smiled. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I spent my own adult money…on my son.” She smiled at him. Turning round in her seat to see him sleeping. Putting on her own seatbelt she looked over at Micheal. “My backs breaking…I didn’t realise how much walking is in a zoo.” She leaned forward putting on the heated seat. “Promise everything’s okay?” She squeezed his hand that was on the gear stick. Heading Milo snoring in the back, clutching his new teddy. @Mr Writes

Michael’s heart melted. “Your son”. He smiled, fighting back tears for once. “I’ll run you a bath tonight, before your surprise.” He told her. “Let me be the boss tonight”. He held her hand driving home. “Everything’s okay, I promise”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well I’ll never say he’s my step son and she’s my daughter. He’s simply my son and this is my daughter. Manifesting a girl…” she smiled at him. Squeezing his hand. When they got home. She got out of the car, allowing Micheal to wake Milo up. As she opened the door for them. She set down the bag of goodies and her hand bag on the kitchen table. Putting the kettle on for her and Micheal. @Mr Writes

“Show daddy what Carla bought Milo then”. He smiled as Milo was sat at the table. “Daddy’s going to cook Milo’s favourite!” He said with excitement across his face. “Carla’s going to sit down and relax”. He told her unconditionally. Her back hurt, she’d had a long day on her feet. “There’s one more surprise for Milo before bedtime.” He nodded to Carla for confirmation they were going to do it. “And then it’s a good boy to sleep.” Michael looked at Carla. He couldn’t wait to get her in a bath and bed. She’s planned surprises for him and Milo all weekend, it was her turn tonight. @Mrs Writes 💓

Milo pulled out the toys he had bought. “I’ve had lots of surprises, even these toys where my favourite one. I’ve got a new animal set, and then the farm house for me to build. And and and…oh my teddy.” Before they knew it the table was filled with different things. Carla clearly couldn’t say no to him. “Why don’t you tell him now daddy, before dinner and bath. Let it settle in so he’s calm for bedtime.” Carla said taking painkillers with her tea. Sitting at the table with Milo who had opened a puzzle. @Mr Writes

Michael looked to Carla. “All 3 of them, or just two?” He asked. He knew she wasn’t sure if she wanted to wear it just yet. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked over at him confused for a minute. “Oh..no. I’m not his-“ she mouthed the word mother to him. Looking down at her tea, sighing softly. “This is your moment with your son. You don’t have to use them if you don’t want too. I don’t even have to be here. I can go upstairs.” She looked up from her tea and smiled at him. “I’ll follow your lead.” She said as she sipped her tea. @Mr Writes

Michael ran upstairs and back down with the bag containing the T-shirts. He didn’t want to pressure her to wearing hers. “So Milo, daddy and Carla bought you these for one last surprise. So you’ve got to wear this and then tell us what it means”. He said with a smile. He wanted Carla to be present, at least. Milo lifted up his arms and put it on. They both waited for him to read it. “What do you think?” Michael said. “I’m not a big brother”. He told them. They laughed. “But what if Carla was growing a big brother in her belly?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She helped him sound out the letters to brother. Smiling at him when he put them together. “Big brother we’ll done.” She stood up, pulling the dress tighter around her bump. “There’s a baby growing in here. Your little brother or sister.” She smiled, as they answered his questions. Milo: “Will they play with me? Will they stay at mummy’s house too? Will I have to see poop? I don’t like poop. Do they have a name? Can I see them?” Carla smiled sitting next to him again. “They will when they’re older, um no..Your mummy isn’t their mummy. This baby will stay with Carla snuggle bug. No you won’t have to see it…you might smell it but that’s what daddies for. They don’t have a name yet…you can’t see them because they’re in my tummy. But you can talk to them…I’m sure they’re developing ears soon..” she smiled over at Micheal. Milo; “Daddy, why isn’t Carla my mummy?” @Mr Writes

Michael smiled and laughed as Carla answered all his questions, again at such pace and ease. Michael was stumped. How did he answer that question. “Well, that’s because mummy and daddy made you. But daddy and Carla made this new baby, for you to be a big brother. Does that make sense?” Michael asked. Milo nodded. “Any other questions? What do you think? Is that fun? Is that exciting?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled as he gave the bump one of his new teddies. “That’s the only toy of mine they’re allowed until they’re bigger okay?” He told them as She nodded. Keeping the teddy on her lap. Milo: “will the baby call Carla mummy? Or Carla? Will you be it’s daddy too?” Carla interrupted Micheal. “Snuggle bug, I may not of made you. But I love you just as much as I love the baby in my belly. Making me a special type of mummy to you. You don’t have to call me mummy or mum. I can be whatever you want me to be. But yes, Baby will call me and your daddy, mummy and daddy.” @Mr Writes

“Does that make sense now?” Michael asked as his smile across his lips grew and grew. Carla just had a way with words and explaining things with children that just made him so warm. He didn’t even want to add anything to it. Carla had put it beautifully. Whatever Milo wanted of Carla. “Shall I cook dinner? Who’s reading the bedtime story tonight?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Milo nodded before answering: “daddy can you read the story to the baby too?” Carla teared up, looking back down at her tea. It was cold now, but it was a distraction. Milo was playing on her heart strings. She was still not quite sure if he fully understood. “Daddy, I don’t think I want a lot of mac and cheese.” She smiled over at him. Helping Milo with the jigsaw. She glanced over at Micheal every so often. He took on more of the roles in the kitchen, he had done since the start of their relationship. @Mr Writes

“If Carla wants the baby to hear the story, we can read to the baby”. He smiled at Carla, who was hiding tears. He might understand more soon, he thought. “Babe, do you want a Milo sized portion?” He asked Carla. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yes please” she said. She kissed Milo on the forehead before standing up. “I love the idea of reading to the baby too. That’s a good tradition to have…reading to both of your babies.” She said as she made her way to the sink. Washing her mug out. “Do you need any help daddy?” She hugged him from behind. Running her hands up his top. “Mhm?” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded agreeing. They were continuing to add small traditions to their growing family. “I like it too. Good idea Milo”. Michael felt her fingers scratch gently up his torso as she held him from behind as he worked at the hob, cooking their dinner. Her soft and gentle ’mhm’ a calming influence in the room. He shook his head as she stayed still against him. “I’m good. Mummy can sit down, relax. Dinner won’t be long”. He smiled, though she couldn’t see it. He felt wholesome. Loved. Wanted. Needed. Everything he ever wanted had come from her. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled doing to sit down next to Milo, setting the table first. “Hey we need to put the toys away now since we have dinner coming.” She helped him tidy up before they sat down for dinner. @Mr Writes

Dinner went down well, Michael had an adult portion are chasing Milo or carrying him on his shoulders all day. “Stay there, I’ll do the dishwasher”. Michael tapped Carla on the shoulder. “Or do you want to bath him now?” Michael asked. They only had an hour or two until the first busy family day could wind down and they could spend time together. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Why don’t you bath him and I’ll get the dishwasher?” She smiles. “Just until he’s fully comfortable with me I think bath should be a daddy thing.” She got up taking their plates over to the dishwasher. Stacking the dishes before giving the room a quick tidy. As she could hear the boys carrying on and playing together in the bath. She went upstairs shortly after sitting on the edge of her bed after changing into his T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Heading Micheal tell Milo to come back to his room as he climbed onto their bed with a book in hand. Milo: “No daddy, Carla and the baby are in this room.” He shouted back as he got in the middle of the bed under the covers. She turned in the bed sitting up at her side ontop of the covers. “One story in here with baby and then it’s bed time..daddy makes the rules okay.” She looked at Micheal who was breathless at the door after bath time. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded in agreement at her suggestion. And it made sense, it was too soon for Carla to take that role. Carla shuffled into the bed next to Milo so that the baby and Milo could hear the story. It looked like a picture perfect setting. Michael loved how Carla was reinforcing the law, ensuring Milo knew it was only one story. Storytime finished and Milo was fighting the eyes to stay open. Michael helped Carla silently to her feet, they both looked at him cuddling his new teddy before they turned the light off and shut the door. “Bathtime for you. I need to organise your surprise.” He kissed her cheek. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla held back tears the whole story. Milo ended up snuggling into her bump, rubbing it throughout the story. She met micheals eyes a few times as he read the story. As they left his room she wrapped her arms around micheals shoulder. “I don’t need a surprise” she smiled up at him. “Didn’t do anything to deserve it…but I will take that bath” she kissed him softly. @Mr Writes

Michael ignored her thoughts about not needing a surprise. He wasn’t doing it because she needed it. He’d done it because he was in love with her & she deserved it after everything she’d done for Milo, for Michael and for themselves. He ran her a bath, put some relaxing salts and bubbles in there and called her into the bathroom when it was ready. “Relax. Enjoy it and don’t come out for half an hour. I need time to get it ready”. He said with a proud smile across his cheeks. @Mrs Writes 💓

Michael closed the door to the en-suite after kissing Carla goodbye. He made his way to his bedside table, reaching for what he’d hidden there ready for this. Rose petals covered their bed, candles flickered as they burned on the bedside tables, along the window and infront of the wardrobe. A romantic setting. From the back of the wardrobe, he reached for the final piece. He laid out the lingerie piece he’d chosen for her, placing it at the edge of the bed. It was ready for her. Now he felt nervous. It was the first time he’d done this for her. Would she appreciate it? Would she be offended by what he’d chosen? @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla tied her hair up high, doing as she was told and relaxing in the bath. She could hear drawers opening and closing. Completely lost at to what he was doing. She got out of the bath, draining the tub as she wrapped a towel around her tightly. “Can I come out now?” She shouted through the door. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled, hearing her voice. “Ready when you are baby”.

Carla let her hair down, giving it a roughing up. Opening the door slowly. Seeing the bed and the candles. “Oh Micheal. What’s all this for?” @Mr Writes

Michael stood proudly next to the bed. “It’s for you, sweetheart”. He smiled as she stood in the en-suite doorway. “I appreciate all the effort you’ve been through, taking me into your home, losing a spare bedroom for Milo. Organising a welcome party for him last night. Today at the zoo. For carrying our baby.” He paused, holding her hand. “You deserve to be treated like a princess too”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla wiped a tear away. Her emotions had been as high as her sex drive. Squeezing his hand before wrapping her arms around him. “That’s just what you do when you love someone…” she smiled kissing him softly. “Thank you for making this extra effort” she hugged him, resting her head on his chest. Spotting the lingerie set. She went over picking it up. Smiling at him as she went back into the bathroom closing the door. Putting it on, she smiled in the mirror. Applying a soft red lip, She took a few photos in it to use as tease later. She opened the bathroom door, leaning against the door frame. “What do you think” @Mr Writes

Michael brushed away an extra tear from her cheek as she cried what seemed to be content tears. “You’re welcome.” He nodded. “I do love you. Which is why I’ve done it.” He told her as their arms wrapped eachother, their lips embracing before she picked up the lingerie and disappeared. Michael of course had no idea what happened behind the closed door, as she applied the lipstick and took teasing photos to keep for later. They would be well received. When the door reopened, revealing herself to him, he bit his lower lip firmly and stared at her. Of course he did. The red lipstick was an added touch of sex appeal. “You look…” his eyes travelled the whole of her. “You look incredible. Very sexy.” He took a step toward her as she leaned against the doorframe. “Do you like it?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled turning around a full 360 so that he could see the full thing on her. “I like it, I feel sexy in. Sexist I’ve felt since I’ve been pregnant” she smiled down at the bump before smiling at him. “Question is, do you like it daddy?” She bit her lip after the word daddy. She’s being saying if all day but the tone is what makes it different. @Mr Writes

He finally placed his hands on her waist as she bit her lip, emphasising the word daddy. He pulled her immediately into his grasp. “I do like it”. He whispered, his own tone clearly seductive and aroused. “I knew you’d look amazing. I hoped it would make you feel as sexy as I think you are”. He kissed against her forehead. It seemed to be making her feel exactly that. “I wanted to feel you this morning, when you gave me your underwear. I was fighting every urge to feel you as I drove”. He admitted. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at him. Running her hands down this chest. He had lost his shirt at some-point during Milo’s bath. Her hands undoing the button on his shorts as he told her how he wanted to feel her earlier. “I wouldn’t of been able to keep quiet…you make me very very wet daddy.” She kissed his neck and down to his collar bone. Leaving a trail of red kiss marks. @Mr Writes

That was the beauty of red lipstick. Not only is it sexy on lips, but it leaves a trail of evidence against skin. All a turn on. His cock grew as her fingers unbuttoned his shorts, his hands squeezed her waist before they moved slowly behind her, squeezing and slapping her ass. “Mummy makes daddy hard. Daddy makes mummy wet…” he whispered, allowing her hands to drop his shorts before he picked her up and placed her gently on top of the rose petals. He stood over her, admiring the view. His woman, draped in lingerie. “I’m so in love. I’m so in lust”. He told her, biting his lip. @Mrs Writes 💓

She stretched putting her hands above her head as he laid her down. “I can assure you that I am much more in love than I’ll ever be able to explain.” She smiled at his bitten lip. Watching his eyes dart all over her body. She knew she was in for a wholesome night of sex. She sat up, at the edge of the bed. Her hands immediately going to the waistband on his boxers as her lips went to his abs. Again leaving a trail of where she has been. “Mummy wants to thank daddy.” She looked up over her eye leashes at him. Pulling down his boxers as she held her eye contact. She took his cock in her hand, jerking him off before she moved her mouth over his head. Teasing it with just his head, before working her way down his length. @Mr Writes

The look she held made him know she wanted what he wanted this night to be. Wholesome, romantic, passionate and sex that they deserved. He couldn’t control himself at her tone of voice. It was so sexy, so teasing. The eye contact through her long lashes. She was a pro at getting what she wanted out of herself and him. Michael was stood glued to the edge of the bed as she began to thank him like she said she wanted to. His eyes watched all sorts of views. Her lips around his cock, her lipstick leaving heavy evidence, the view he had of her backside as she was bent over pleasuring him. His hands held her hair, still damp from her shower. “Oh Carla”. He moaned as her tongue clicked against his cock. @Mrs Writes 💓

She pulled away from his cock, running her tongue down the length, before sucking on one of his balls. She smirked up at him before returning her mouth to his cock. Using her hand to play with his balls as the other held the very base of his cock. She continued to suck, a slight gag at the initial hit to the back of her throat, before her throat adjusted allowing her to take him all the way. @Mr Writes

She knew what he enjoyed from a blowjob, she was using all the tricks. He couldn’t wipe the smirk filled cheeks away. “Mummy, this night is meant to be for you”. He whispered through a moan as her tongue travelled his length again. “Isn’t it time mummy laid down? Let daddy remove her thin piece of underwear from her new lingerie piece and let daddy appreciate and thank mummy?” He suggested. @Mrs Writes 💓

She didn’t listen to him. She continued to pleasure him. Sucking harder on him. She had built up arousal from the whole day of teasing. She knew she couldn’t be the only one. Her eyes watered as she pulled back before taking him all again. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed, playfully as he seemed to be ignored. He bit his lower lip as she continued, taking him further before playfully removing him all together. It was clear what had happened all day had got them both worked up and aroused, unable to control it anymore after attempting to keep it at bay all day. From seeing her in her orange dress in the bathroom and touching her belly, to stroking himself in the shower and her handing him her underwear, admitting the breeze against her thighs felt nice. The constant, innocent name calling. It had got too much for them both. “Suit yourself then!” He smirked, biting his lip. @Mrs Writes 💓

She continued to give her blowjob, feeling him start to twitch, so close to that orgasm. Taking him to completion, swallow his load. Before then pulling away. Smirking up at him. “Oops” she wiped the corners of her mouth. “What was daddy saying? I can’t hear with daddy’s cock in my mouth” she smirked. She leaned back a bit, rubbing the bump as she allowed him to have a moment to think straight. @Mr Writes

Michael leaned back, pulling her hair as she swallowed his inevitable load, smirking playfully, lustfully as she wiped his cum from the corner of her lips. Very sexy against the backdrop of her smudged lipstick. “I don’t believe you at all, you know exactly what daddy was saying”. He smirked behind a panting voice. “Is mummy going to let me show her how much he adores and worships her body? How amazing she is to him?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No” she smirked, turning onto all fours before crawling up the bed hoping for a chase. Giggling as she felt him grab her from her hips and pull her back to him. Her back against his body, his hands exploring her hips and thighs. Tilting her head back onto his shoulders. “Fuck me then…” @Mr Writes

Carla looked back at him with puppy-dog, beg like eyes. “Say it again…” he bit his lower lip, staring at her figure in her lingerie he’d bought her. Her hair messy. His cock pressing her ass as her back rubbed against his chest. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No..” she smiled back at him, moving a hand up and round his neck, playing with his hair. Giggling feeling him ticking her. “Hey..” she laughed, pushing her ass into him more. “Im sorry, fuck me please…” she smiled up at him. “Please daddy…” @Mr Writes

There was no delay, there was no hesitation. As soon as the last word left her lipstick smudged lips, his cock pierced her walls of her pussy. “Carla…” Michael moaned instantly. “Baby, please wear that orange dress again.” He begged her as he gripped her waistline where her lingerie hung. “I’ve wanted a romantic night with you all day. Craving you…” he slapped her ass. @Mrs Writes 💓

She leaned forward, on all fours. Reaching a hand round as she moaned, fingering herself. “Only if daddy makes me cum…” she smirked over her shoulder. “You need to tell me in the moment when your craving me…tease me more..make me wetter for you..” her eyes said it all. @Mr Writes

He slammed his hips into her back as she smirked the word cum across her lips. He let her explore and pleasure herself as his rhythm remained lustful, loving and romantic, mirroring the day. “Well, fingering you as I drove crossed my mind, sniffing your underwear in the process. Milo was in the back, unfortunately” he smirked, slapping her ass again. @Mrs Writes 💓

Their love making continued, Carla switching from on all fours to her back. They made out as they made love. Their moans mixing together. Their room smelling of the sweet candles mixed with their sweat. “Fuck Micheal, please” Carla tilted her head back. So close to orgasm. @Mr Writes

Their love making tonight was different. Filled with the lustful teases of the day, the romance of the evening, of her pregnancy. It was all connected. Michael knew enough of Carla in the bedroom to know she was displaying all the signs of being close to an orgasm, to cuming, as her head tilted back to look him. He wanted to feel her lips against his as she came. He gently rolled her back onto her back, spreading her legs against his hips before his cock pushed back between her enticing walls. Pulling her hair to the side, forcefully with a passionate edge to it. “Scream”. He told her. His cock twinged as he said it, turning even himself on. He too was on the edge of sharing their juices together. @Mrs Writes 💓

Feeling his lips gently press against hers as their bodies moved in time with one another, it’s what she was always told sex would be like. Hearing him tell her to scream, she lost any rational thinking to her pleasure. As she climaxed, she screaming his name in pleasure. Joined by the moans he gave as he too finished. “Fuck Micheal” She smiled up at him as he caressed her hair, smiling back at her. Both of them out of breath. A small giggle escaped her. What they just shared was different to what sex had been for them so far. She accepted his hand as they got up, they went to the bathroom together to get cleaned up before bed. Carla’s soft laugh echoed against the bathroom tiles as Micheal struggled to keep his hands away from her. Everything came back to a reality setting when Milo could be heard crying from a nightmare. He made his way into their room. Micheal going out to meet him as they heard the door open. Carla slipped her pjs on before heading out. Milo: “I had a bad dream daddy…I sleep in your bed.” He said as he went past Micheal climbing into the bed. Carla stopped Micheal from talking, nodding at Milo. “Would you like Carla to go and sleep in your room tonight? Have a Milo and Daddy night?” Milo shaked his head no, “Carla and baby sleep in here. Daddy and Milo protect them from the monsters” @Mr Writes

Michael hadn’t finished truly ‘cleaning himself up’ from their sweat filled, romantic night together while Carla soothed and calmed Milo, agreeing to everyone sleeping in the same bed. She’d kept her lingerie night gown that he’d bought her, that they’d had sweaty sex in. “4 of us in the same bed?!” Michael said excitedly. “The baby in Carla’s belly!” He smiled, closing the bathroom door behind him. Michael asked Milo whether he wanted to talk about the nightmare but he shook his head, already commanding a pillow and snuggling up next to Carla. “There’s no monsters in here champ!” Michael said calmly. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled, she wore the lingerie under one of Michael’s T-shirts. Milo moving his pillow down so he could be near her stomach. “There is a monster in…your daddy snores like one” she joked with Milo as he laughed softly. Milo: “Daddy, does the baby get scared of monsters?” Carla smiled over at Micheal, this would be the first night since they moved in together that they wouldn’t be alone in their bed. @Mr Writes

“I don’t know champ, we’ll find out tonight if the baby sleeps or is awake with my snoring, right?” Michael laughed, Milo nodded. Carla wore a smile at the 3 of them in bed together. It was picture perfect. Who’d have thought that night at the pub, that this would be their new norm? @Mrs Writes 💓

Milo fell asleep against her stomach quickly. Carla and Micheal spoke about their plans for tomorrow. Micheal staying home with Milo to settle him more into the house while Carla had to go meet Frankie for the divorce settlement. Carla’s mood shifts slightly, she played with Milo’s hair as he slept. Falling asleep shortly after. She got up with Milo, at 7.30 the next morning. Managing to get away from Micheal without waking him. She made them all breakfast before Milo sneaked away waking him up around 9am. @Mr Writes

Michael woke up and stretched his arms out across the bed to feel for Carla, she wasn’t there. “Carla made breakfast daddy. Come downstairs, downstairs” his soft voice urged him. Michael pulled himself up, reaching for a large t-shirt on the floor and a pair of lazy shorts before picking his boy up and carrying him downstairs. She still wore the same t-shirt that she slept in as Michael entered the kitchen and saw her placing bagels on the kitchen table. “You didn’t have to do this” he smiled, reaching for the orange juice to pour them both a glass. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled at him as they walked into the kitchen and dinning area. “I didn’t have to do what?…Sunday breakfast??” She asked with a smile as she sat down. “And you deserved a lie in. Your still working plus you’ve only got a few months left before your struggling to sleep with the baby waking you.” Milo sat next to his dad, telling him how Carla had been sick in the downstairs toilet. “But she told me not to come get you because it’s just the baby saying Good-morning” he said innocently looking up at Micheal. Carla just smiled pushing the orange juice back towards Micheal. “Mhm” she shrugged. After breakfast, Carla went upstairs to get ready while Micheal and Milo played out the back. She re appeared wearing a tight black mid length dress and one of his shirts over top. “Right, I’m away to my personal hell.” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded and smiled with Carla. “That’s right. The baby is just saying good morning and is excited for the day. You used to do the same with mummy”. Michael smiled gently toward Milo as he ate his breakfast. Carla returned to the garden ready to leave. She looked nervous and apprehensive. “Good luck”. Michael stood up to his feet as his eyes explored her outfit. “You look amazing. He’ll hate that”. Michael laughed with a smirk. “Good luck. Stay calm.” He kissed her cheek and held her bump for a moment. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I feel sick.” She muttered as he told her good luck. “That’s the problem…I haven’t told him about the baby. I feel bad that I’m surprising him.” She looked at Micheal as he held her bump. “Why would you do that…now I have to change my you know what before I leave…” she laughed softly, her face blushing. She shared a kiss with Micheal before leaving to drive to her old house. The drive was familiar, memories of all the different times she had driven home. Getting to her house, she pulled into the drive way. Taking a deep breath before she went inside. “Frankie?” @Mr Writes

Michael brushed her hair behind her ear lovingly. “I’m sure he’ll understand in time”. Michael laughed gently. Though he agreed, it would be a surprise to him surely. Michael shook his head in-approvingly, playfully as she whispered. “Surprised you’re wearing any”. He whispered back. She seemed to glow in everything she wore at the moment. That, paired with her constant playful nature was hard to ignore. Michael and Milo played in the garden with the football and then with the paddling pool for an hour before taking Milo upstairs for a bath and a nap. Michael took himself to the kitchen to prepare a roast dinner for the evening. @Mrs Writes 💓

As she called out for Frankie, he could be heard to shout back giving her his location in the empty house. Carla turned into the living room that was once full of luxury furniture and a cozy fire. Which is now filled with boxes, boxes that Frankie had been moving into two sides of the room. He turned to see her. Stopping as he noticed the slight bump she had. “Carla..” he took a step forward towards her. Carla put her hand out to stop him. Feeling herself well up at his tone. “No. No, we’re not discussing this. We’ve both moved on. You moved on while still sleeping in my bed every night. So no, we don’t have to discuss this.” She motioned to her bump. Frankie stood still, looking at her. “Carla, come on. We were friends before we were lovers. I was in the wrong, I live with that everyday. You hating me. I can’t live with that.” He pleaded with her. “I don’t hate you. I hate the fact you gave up.- No we’re not talking about that either. Why am I here?” She argued back. “Can we just get this over with. I have plans for today.” Frankie sighed. Nodding over to boxes “that’s everything that’s yours. Would you like me to arrange movers to come and bring it to you?” He offered. “And the middle section, is what we both equally own…you can take first dips buttercup.” The nickname sent a shiver down Carla’s Spine. “I can get someone to come pick them up. What’s in the middle boxes?” She started to look through the labels on each box. “You know I came for the papers” before she could finish her sentence. The divorce papers were thrown onto a box next to her. “Signed?” She asked as she checked them. After she had them, the spoke about a few things before he helped her carry a few boxes to the car. Arriving home, Carla spent a few minutes alone in the car. Forgetting she had recently logged Micheal into her ring security system. Wiping her tears and calming herself down. Going inside, she finds Micheal waiting. “I’m officially Carla Riley.” She half smiled

3:44 AM

Placing the file containing her signed divorce papers down. @Mr Writes

Michael was stood at the kitchen worktop peeling potatoes as the back door opened. Michael placed his fingers against his lips as she closed the door. Milo was still asleep, he’d planned to wake him at 1200, in half an hour”. Michael smiled, a beaming and happy smile, for the both of them. “Riley eh.”. He paused. “Hopefully one day I make you a Wright”. He smiled, kissing her cheek the way he did as she left. “How do you feel?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She hugged him, sighing. “That was hard. I didn’t think I would ever be in that house pregnant. As weird as it sounds.” Her bubbly personality wasn’t as present as it had been. “He was fine though. I just didn’t think it would be as hard as it was seeing him. I loved that man since we were young…went through a lot with him. I will always love him in a way. I just definitely love you.” She smiled softly up at him. “I really do love you. In ways I didn’t love him.” She left his embrace, pouring herself a glass of water. “I have a whole different life now.- baby wright, you and Milo.” She smiles over at him. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded and held a soft smile as she explained, standing beside her as he placed the potato peeler down on the worktop. “Of course, I understand, he shares an important part of your life with you, I’d never take that away from you”. He smiled as she mentioned ‘baby Wright’. “You’re my world.” He whispered to her as she took a sip of her water. “Do you want to get into something more comfortable, or stay in that for the rest of the day?” He asked. He wanted her to relax. “ It was another dress he needed to see her wearing again, that was for sure. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m fine in this. Where’s Milo? Did I scare him being sick this morning?” She budged him out of the way as she continued to peel the potatoes for him. “Oh, movers should be here at the end of the week to deliver some boxes from the old house. If I’m not in, can you put them in the garage. I’ll deal with them later. And there’s boxes of stuff in my car too. Wedding photos and such.” She looked at him. “One divorce down, one to go.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “One to go?” He smirked. “Maybe we should look through them? See what you look like as a bride? Give me an idea of what to expect?” He smirked playfully. Standing to the side as she peeled. Michael shook his head, he’s been napping for about an hour, I was going to wake him at midday”. Michael glanced up to the kitchen clock. “No, he understands it’s because baby is happy”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well you are technically still married.” She added before seeing his smirk. “I was 18…but yeah If you want to look through them we can. Vic is in a few too. Good material for your friend to have on her.” She joked finishing off the potatoes. She washed her hands before going over to him. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Mhm, I bought myself a parenting book on my kindle last night when I couldn’t sleep…” she try’s not to laugh. “It says that you should be speaking to the baby more…” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “Maybe we’ll show them to Jamie too?” He smirked. “I can’t believe that still!” Michael looked to her lovingly as she explained her book. He bent down to his knees, facing her belly and looked up at her as his bends held her bump. “Daddy can’t wait to meet you”. He told the bump, kissing it gently over the material of her dress. “Your mummy is a very sexy lady”. He laughed. “We love you very much!” “Every night I’ll talk to it”. He smiled up at her, understanding how important it was to her after she’d read about it. @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed softly at him as he got down onto his knees. “Oh I didn’t- okay.” She smiled down at him. “I’ll hold you to that. I can’t wait for you to be able to feel them move. And to see them. Did I tell you that scan is this week??” She asked. She had serious baby brain. “I’m sure I booked it for a time you said you were available at…” she reached for her phone. “Wednesday at 12..” @Mr Writes

Carla held a smile as he got back to his feet, he reached for his phone to check his diary. He nodded. “I think you told me”. He laughed. “We’re both forgetful at the moment”. He shrugged. “But I can be there. I wouldn’t miss it”. He kissed her lips gently. “Now, shall we sit outside for 20 minutes until we wake Milo?” He suggested, the sun shining in the garden. @Mrs Writes 💓

She followed his lead to the garden. Sitting with him out the back as they talked about different things. “Have you heard from Amanda??” She asked. She rubbed her bump as they sat together. “When are you working this week?” @Mr Writes

They held hands as they chatted. Michael shook his head. “I guess she’s enjoying a child free weekend” he laughed. “Looking forward to Milo leaving tomorrow? Getting some space back?” He asked. “I’m working Tuesday, Thursday and Friday daytime. I’ve got another weekend off…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“you know I would have him here all the time if we could” she smiled at him. “We should go away next weekend…celebrate.” She squeezed his hand. @Mr Writes

The second Carla squeezed his hand at her suggestion, Michael’s brain shot. “I know the perfect place”. He smiled. “No looking”. He pulled out his phone and playfully leaned away from here. “2 nights.” He said to himself. “I love this place. It’s so romantic. It’s secluded, passionate, beautiful. Everything we need”. He smiled to himself, reaching for his card in his wallet from his pocket. “Celebrate”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“As long as you haven’t taken Amanda before then I’ll go.” She admitted without thinking. “Sorry that’s rude. She just hates me.” She smiled placing his hand on her bump. “I just want to make memories just us…new traditions. New places.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and nodded. Agreeing. “No, it’s fine. I appreciate that. I’ve never been with Amanda”. He kissed her cheek as she placed his hand on her bump again. “It’s for us”. He whispered, kissing her again. “I’ll book us a couples massage?” He suggested. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Sounds perfect” she smiled at him. “Have you got a feeling of what baby’s wright is?” She placed her head on his shoulder. Milo appeared sleeply, climbing up onto his lap, cuddling in. “I thought I had lost you.” @Mr Writes

“Hey bud, you bought yourself downstairs?” Michael asked. Milo nodded, rubbing his eyes. “Tired eh?” He smiled. “You had a big day yesterday!” “I think baby is a girl…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I agree” she smiled at him. She fixed Milo’s hair as he hugged into his dad. “Did you have fun at the zoo yesterday? There was a lot of walking..” she smiled. Milo told them his favourite part of the zoo before asking is he could watch tv with the baby. Carla waited for Michaels response. Still not wanting to overstep. @Mr Writes

Michael got to his feet. “I’m going to cook us all a roast dinner. You’ll have to ask Carla if she’d like to relax with you and the baby with the TV.” Michael said, putting the essence of Carla also being able to make decision for them as a family firmly in the mix. It was important he respected them both. “Maybe if Carla says yes, you can both have a biscuit infront of the TV for an hour?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla nodded, before making a slight face at the biscuit suggestion.. “sure..but baby doesn’t like biscuits yet..” she got pulled to her feet by Milo. Getting taken to the couch. Carla sat with her feet up as Milo cuddled into the bump. “I can hear the baby making noises” he said as he looked up to her. “Can you? Well Carla can feel the baby move slightly…I think.” She smiles down at him. Watching him watch the tv. Milo gets up and goes to the kitchen to get his juice bottle. “Daddy…is the baby going to call Carla Mummy?” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded as Milo came running into the kitchen. “Of course the baby will call Carla mummy”. She smiled to him. “Can I call Carla mummy?” Milo asked. Michael paused. Michael heard Carla push herself to her feet and walk into the kitchen as he’d asked the question. Michael and Carla shared a glance. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Milo, you don’t have. It’s whatever your comfortable with.” She looked at Micheal. “I can be whatever name you want me to be.” Milo looks at Micheal “Mummy told me not to.” @Mr Writes

Michael looked back sharply to Carla. “What does Milo want?” Michael asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Milo looked at Carla’s stomach before looking over at Micheal. He shrugged. Carla looked at Micheal. “Why don’t we pause this until you can talk to Amanda.” Carla knew she wouldn’t be happy with this. She understood why. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “Go and eat your biscuit please.” He told Milo, who ran back into the living room. “Come here”. He held his hand out to Carla. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m fine.” Carla said softly as he accepted his embrace. Tightly wrapping her arms around him. “It has to be a conversation you have with her first. She will be telling him differently. @Mr Writes

His hands gripped his waist tightly as she held his embrace. “I know.” He paused. “I’ll talk to her when she picks him up”. He paused again. His hands held and gripped her hips. “I love you. I’m sorry”. His lips pressed passionately against hers. The first moment of peace they’d had all day. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I love you too” she returned his kiss. They shared a few before breaking away. “It’s not your fault, it was going to come up. You have nothing to be sorry for.” @Mr Writes

He tapped her butt as she pulled away. “But, I am sorry. I’m grateful and lucky you’re here to share this life together”. He felt emotional and loving toward her. “Go and relax, I’ll sort this out”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She took Milos juice bottle off the counter. Heading back to the livingroom. “Hey snuggle bug” she said softly. Sitting back down with him. Shortly after, she told Milo to go wash his hands for dinner. Getting up herself to set the table for Micheal. @Mr Writes

Michael dished up 2 big person portions of dinner and a smaller one for Milo as Carla placed water on the table for them all to drink. “Can I do anything else?” She asked with a soft smile. Michael shook his head, everything was under control and ready. “Milo, come on. Dinner.” Michael called out & in Milo ran, hands still wet. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla sat down at the table across from Milo and Micheal. Handing Milo a paper towel to dry his hands. She was quieter than usual over dinner, thinking through Milo’s question of wanting to call her mummy because of the baby. Worrying about what that will cause for Micheal. Carla only ate half of her dinner, making herself feel nauseous with her worrying thoughts. She avoided Michael’s gaze, not wanting him to notice. @Mr Writes

Monday morning arrived and the both of them, weary and tired from the weekend as a three, dragged themselves out of bed and ready for Milo to leave later that morning. Sunday night in bed had been just the two of them, no nightmares for Milo this time, though no steamy sex like the previous two nights. Saturday night had been more than enough to sort them out. “I’ll make breakfast and make sure his bags packed. I don’t know what to suggest you do” he laughed, pulling on his pyjamas and opening their bedroom door to the hallway. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla continued to lie in the bed as Micheal got up and semi dressed. The duvet was between her legs as she lay on her side. Wearing short shorts and a tank top which was pulled up over the bump, “I suggest that I just stay in the comfort of my bed…Like you should do…” she smirked at him. Quickly pulling the covers fully over her as he opened the door. “Micheal!” She gasped, as he caused a draft. She laid in bed for a few more minutes before getting up and showering before breakfast. As she headed down stairs, there was a knock at the door. “She’s early?- oh hi” Carla opened the door to a delivery of a big Bouquet of flowers. “Thank you?” Turning around, taking them into the kitchen. “Micheal…why have you done this?” taking the note off the flowers. Carla reads that it’s from Frankie. She wells up. “Oh they’re from Frankie.” She puts the note in her Jean pocket. Turning round to face Micheal. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed heading down the stairs as Carla shrieked at him opening the door with her dressed so freely. Michael put scrambled eggs on toast infront of Milo and wrapped the napkin around his neck. “Why’s he sending you flowers here?” Michael asked confused. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Divorce flowers.” Carla lied. She kissed him hearing Milo In disgust. Smiling at Micheal she poured herself a drink of apple juice as well as some for Milo. Sitting down she looked up at Michael “we’ll talk later.” Nodding at the flowers. Shortly after breakfast, Carla and Mili were in the garden while Micheal was getting dressed. Carla sat on the bench watching Milo play away. @Mr Writes

Michael frowned and pushed out a fake laugh. “Divorce flowers?” He asked, his tone quiet to not disturb Milo from breakfast. She’d said they would talk later, but another man was sending his woman flowers, he felt protective. @Mrs Writes 💓

She gave him a smile to let him know that it was alright. Before going outside with Milo. Leaving the note on the counter for Micheal to find. The note off the flowers read: “There is no such thing as an Almost mother. You are a mother. Little one would of been spoiled having a mum like you. Thinking of you today - Frankie. Carla stayed outside, knowing that he would read it. Would be understand it? They would have to talk later on anyway. @Mr Writes

Michael frowned for a moment after picking up the card and reading it, taking his time for him to understand the meaning. He put it down and looked out to the garden where she was. Had he understood it right. She caught his gaze and nodded, a soft and gentle nod, but it was confirmation. Now he loved her evenmore so, he’d given her the miracle gift. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at him from the garden, as she played football with Milo. Did he understand it? Or was he nodding to tell her to watch herself while playing football. She was quickly out of breath,sitting down on the bench watching Milo playing. “Hey” she smiled up at Micheal as he came to the Garden. @Mr Writes

“Hey” he reached out his arm to wrap around her as she sat down to catch her moment. “Are those flowers because you and him lost a child?” He asked her, his tone of voice gentle and soft. @Mrs Writes 💓

She took a deep breath. Resting her head on his shoulder. “We did. And his mother always told me that I wasn’t a mother because I lost the baby. I would always say to friends since then, I was almost a mother. He got so mad at me for saying it..” She looked up at him. “It’s okay tho, if I didn’t. I wouldn’t of met you, I wouldn’t of gained Milo. I wouldn’t have this rainbow.” She placed a hand on her stomach. Gazing up at him. “Thank you” @Mr Writes

Michael held her hand as she explained, it was sad for him to hear her explain the past, though he was grateful of the miracle they had. He smiled when she explained how she felt about it now and how she knew what they had was right. He nodded. “Thank you”. He smiled with a gentle laugh. “What are we doing after Milo’s gone?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla leaned in, kissing him softly. “Sleeping” she laughed as soft as she kissed. “I don’t mind what we do. I think Vic wants to pop over. She obviously knows what day it is too.” She smiles, squeezing his hand. “Oh and baby needs some well deserved daddy time too…” she smirked. She didn’t fully mean the baby. But there was little ears. @Mr Writes

They both laughed. It had been hard work over the whole 3 days babysitting Milo, as well as the news they had, and the passionate night too, though it sounded as though she missed that already. “Maybe we can get a takeaway first, with Vic?” He suggested. @Mrs Writes 💓

He knew the way to heart. “Mhm I want that..” she kissed him. Over and over. Milo was happy playing with a toy set he had brought outside. Both of them getting lost in their kiss they didn’t hear the garden gate open. Until the dramatic gasp of Amanda was heard, Milo running straight to Carla and Micheal. @Mr Writes

Their kiss was passionate and continuous. Letting out the relief that Milo would soon be going, that they’d have their home back to themselves. “EXCUSE ME”. Amanda shouted from the garden gate as Milo tapped Michael’s leg. “Mummy’s here”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

Amanda started arguing and shouting at Micheal about how he shouldn’t be doing that in-front of his son. Carla took Milo inside. Getting his bag ready with him. “Mummy shouting at daddy” he said. “Oh darling I know..” she hugged him. Taking him back out. Amanda grabbing his hand away from her. Storming off. “Oh my lord…” Carla sighed out as the gate was slammed shut. @Mr Writes

“Oh shut it”. Amanda huffed under her breath as the gate slammed shut. Carla turned to face Michael as the atmosphere seemed to begin to clear as Amanda could be heard driving away. Michael took a deep breath to compose himself. “You okay?” He asked careingly to his woman, who hadn’t seen that side of Amanda before. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m sorry” Carla spoke softly. “I feel like that was my fault.” She frowned. Placing a hand on her bump. “Are you okay?” She turned to face him. “Promise me your okay?” @Mr Writes

Carla didn’t seem to shook up or upset, but it certainly wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t any bodies fault. “It’s nobody’s fault sweetheart.” He smiled as her hand caressed her bump. Their baby. He nodded, he felt his heart rate lowering again after the initial anger with her reaction. “I’m okay.” He confirmed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What did she say?” She asked as they went back inside together. She sat down on the couch, putting her feet up. “My back is killing me..” she commented under her breath as she got comfy. “Is…is.. omg. Is..ok, I can’t remember his name. Coming with vic tonight?”

4:38 AM

@Mr Writes

“You can shut up, or something like that I think”. He shrugged not 100% sure. “Something like that hunny”. He sat on the couch with her. “Lie on your front? I’ll give it a rub? A massage?”. He suggested. “You mean Jamie?” He paused. “I’m not sure. Why don’t you ask her?” He handed her her phone. @Mrs Writes 💓

She made a face when he suggested to lie on her stomach. She pointed to the bump. “I will not squish your child.” She took her phone, smiling as she texted Vic. Vic was a few weeks ahead of her on her pregnancy with Michael’s friend. “Yes he’s going to come see you.” She smiled at him. “Oh peace and quiet.” She joked, smirking at him. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed embarrassingly. He forgot she couldn’t just simple lie on her belly anymore. “Well, I’m not sure how I can help then”. He laughed. “He is coming?” He asked Carla as she put her phone back down. @Mrs Writes 💓

She nudged him with her foot. “Are you listening. I said he is coming. She’s sending her order over. And she wants to look through those pictures with me. The ones in my car.” @Mr Writes

Michael looked at her lost and confused. “Pictures?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“The boxes of pictures from my old house. Some are from my wedding that I just don’t want to throw away yet. Others are from college and university.” She saw the smile appear on his face. “None for you to see…” she smiled. @Mr Writes

Michael grinned. “Are you suggesting I don’t want to see what you look like as a bride?” He raised his eyebrows with a playful smirk. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smirked, rubbing her bump. “I’m saying the Carla that once was is no more. I’ve matured…a lot.” She moved his hand to her bump. “A lot.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and smirked with her as his hand rested next to hers on her bump. “Yeah?” He asked with a pause. “Tell me more.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No.” She smirked. “No more” She looked down at his hands. “Can you feel anything yet? I don’t know if I can or if it’s just..something else. It’s like a soft flutter every so often” @Mr Writes

Michael frowned at her stopping the fun, or whatever the conversation was. They sat still and silently for a moment as their hands tried to feel something. He shook his head. “But maybe you can feel it more, because it’s obviously with you”. He laughed. He sounded stupid. “I’m sure it’ll feel more obvious soon.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Maybe.” She smiled. She liked having him dote on the bump like he was. “Can you believe Jamie is going to be a dad…” she asked. She moved ever so slightly to her side. Reliving some pressure from her back. “When are you working?”

5:40 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael shook his head. “I still can’t believe they’re seeing eachother.” He laughed. “A lot happened that night in these friendship groups eh”. Michael looked at his phone. “Todays Monday isn’t it. I’m working tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday. I’ve got Friday and the weekend off.” He paused. “I need to book our weekend spa… are you off this weekend or no?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla sat up, straddling him on the couch. She felt his head for a temperature before checking his hair for a bruise or bump. “Did Amanda hit you? Are you feeling okay?” She looked at him. “It’s the summer holidays…I’m a teacher…” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed uncontrollably. “My brain!” He paused. “I don’t know what’s happened!” He laughed as she checked him over playfully for bumps or bruises. They hadn’t been this close and alone since 2 nights ago with her new lingerie. “What takeaway are we all having then?” He asked, taking his mind off the fact they were alone and he was being straddled by the legs we could never get enough of. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Don’t changed the subject. I have our baby scan thingy on Wednesday. Will you be able to take your lunch at that time?” She asked, still running her hands through his hair. “I- baby wants a Chinese…” she smirked. @Mr Writes

Michael’s hands held at her hips as her fingers gracefully slid through his hair. He nodded. “I can come down to the ward, of course!” He smiled. “Does Vic and Jamie want Chinese too?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla nodded yes to his question. “Oh no..wait. I need to see you in scrubs! Do you think anyone has ever came at their scan appointment?” She burst out laughing.

6:46 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael laughed with her, laugher filling the house. “Are the scrubs a turn on?!” He asked. “You not able to control yourself?” He teased. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I used to be able to…and then you put a baby in me. Now I don’t know what control is.” She smiled, still laughing. “Scrubs…yawning…walking…laying in bed…breathing. Anything you do is a turn on” she leaned down kissing him. @Mr Writes

He laughed and smiled as she explained her troubles. “It’s all my fault then” he laughed playfully. “You’ve always had the same effect”. He told her to back up her feelings. “I can always request to conduct the scan & lock the door”. He smirked teasingly. “Or just bring some scrubs home”. He shrugged between her kisses. @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed. “No, your not conducting the scan..” she smiled at him. “I want you to be a dad in the room. Im being serious. Leave the doctor hat at home. Or in the ward.” She was being serious. Memories from the last time she had to do this and how Frankie, who was also a doctor had acted. “Promise me” she looked down at him as the door went.

7:08 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael could feel her seriousness and vulnerability. He kissed her gently and nodded. “I promise”. He smiled. “Is that them?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Before Carla could answer, Victoria let herself in. “It’s only me! - oh my god I sound like my mother” she shouted from the front door. “Here she comes…peace and quiet over with.” Carla smiled, hugging into him. Resting her head on his shoulder. “Am we interrupting something? Or should we join in?” She joked, squeezing Carla’s shoulder. “Will we look through pictures now? Or later?” @Mr Writes

Michael looked to Carla playfully and jokingly with a raised eyebrow at Vic’s query whether she was interrupting or whether it was an open invitation. He squeezed her waistline as she pushed herself up off of his lap. “Is it a girls only viewing at the photos or?…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You can look at the photos if you want” she said searching for her keys. “As long as you don’t judge…or make faces. I was a different person back then. I’ve matured…also Frankie’s in fucking most of them” Vic butted in “it was his wedding too… I think he is expected to be in them” Carla shot her a look. “Not the photos I was on about..” Vic: “ohh those ones…hey I’m in most of them too! I have a story for each of them.” Carla looked at Vic “again, not the pictures I was- oh I don’t even know where my stupid keys are” @Mr Writes

Michael and Jamie looked at the two girls talking back and forth like a tennis match, while both of them seemed none the wiser. “What on earth are these photos of?!” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla and Victoria spoke at the same time C- “me!” V- “Her vagina!” Carla looked at Victoria “WHAT! No! Omg..shut up” Carla went slightly red around the cheeks

7:39 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael’s eyebrows raised in a surprised shock. He wasn’t expecting to hear that. “Why? How?” He laughed. “What on earth happened at this wedding?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laughed. “It’s not my vagina…” she looked at him. Finally founding her keys. “Come on boys, there’s boxes in my car to come in.” She bit her lip looking at Micheal. Smiling as she watched him and Jamie bring in the 4 big boxes. @Mr Writes

Michael and Jamie placed them down on the kitchen table as Carla closed the front door behind them. He’d caught her staring at him as they collected them, biting her lip. He was so out of the loop in what was happening. He looked to her to open them, or share an explanation. @Mrs Writes 💓

She opened the first box. “One box at a time..” she took a deep breath. The photos were a mixture of her uni days, her wedding, and some random. She took a pile, sitting next to Micheal as they both looked through them. “I loved my wedding dress but it was so tight. And I was so young” Victoria: “Omg! Look!” She held a photo up. “This was the night our band played at the club underground. It was so hot!” She handed the photo to Micheal @Mr Writes

“You we’re in a band? That’s so cool! I didn’t know you could sing?!” He smiled excitedly. “We’ll have to bring that out at a later date”. He laughed playfully as photos began to be passed around. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh I don’t sing anymore.” She looked at him. “Or play the piano anymore” Victoria: “excuse you! You also used to play the dj set thingy” Carla looked at her “stop sharing all me secrets.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at the two of them sharing things he had no idea about. “I need to buy you a piano and a microphone. You can serenade me”. He smirked. “What’s next in this treasure chest?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled, showing him a pictures of her during a photoshoot. “Here’s photos that’s more up your alley..” they were photos of her from a lingerie photoshoot. She cuddled into him as he looked through them. @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lower lip. As she passed him 4 photos, 4 different lingerie outfits. He looked at them as he felt her cuddle into him. He passed them one by one to Jamie, we were all here together after all. “Mmm, this one…” Michael said with a growing grin. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla’s eyes widened as he passed them over to Jamie. Feeling a bit self conscious about herself. “Baby!” She whispered. Victoria smirked “she’s always been the better looking friend” Carla looked at her “have not” @Mr Writes

Michael leaned over to the photos in Jamie’s hand to take them back, but Vic slapped it away. “Let him see”. She smirked. “I know how good she looks” Vic said with a smile. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla covered her face. “Oh god, I’ve never had so many people look at me…basically naked.” Carla hid her face in Michaels chest, rubbing her hand over his cock subtly. @Mr Writes

“It’s such a good view”. Vic said playfully. Jamie could be seen nodding. Surely this was a confidence boost to Carla, Michael thought, just as he felt the palm of her hand graze over his cock across his trousers. He stayed as still as possible, important not to make it so obvious, as Carla was doing it so discreetly. @Mrs Writes 💓

She pulled her face from hiding. Smiling up at him. “Nobody has ever shown me off like your doing now..” she kissed him softly yet passionately. Nipping at his bottom lip @Mr Writes

Michael smiled into her lips as she kissed him, their passion could be felt by their guests. “I think you’re sexy in so many ways, all day every day”. He told her, of course Vic and Jamie hearing his honesty. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled back at him. Kissing him again. Victoria interrupting them “Oh! My! God!” She screamed “I found it!” She held up a DVD. Carla looked over. “No…don’t you dare.” Carla scrambled to sit on Michaels lap covering his ears. “Victoria don’t!” Victoria smirked, “fine I won’t, but you have a partner who loves you and all of you. Even your past…” Carla let go of Micheals Ears as Victoria quickly shouts “ORGY!”

9:25 AM

@Mr Writes

Carla stumbled upon Michael’s lap, his cock only slightly alerted from her brief work rubbing it with her palm, with the photos and her kissing too to help. “DVD? Orgy?” Michael asked, laughing softly. “Do you need to explain again?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked down at him with a bitten lip, and a half shameful look. “It wasn’t an orgy…as such.” She covered her face with her hands “Oh, so basically. It’s a DVD of…Well…it’s a Video of…” Thankfully Victoria butted in again “after band…routine. Tradition. Basically when we done a show, afterwards we were all pumped up and Carla was dating Frankie who was also in the band…and I was eh shagging the drummer of the band..so 9/10 times after a show we would go back to our room and fuck our parents in front of each other.”

9:33 AM

Carla’s face was bright red, fumbling to find an excuse “I was young, I was stupid, I..I..”

9:33 AM

@Mr Writes

9:35 AM

Partners***

Michael couldn’t believe it. He’d not seen this side of Carla. He’d not heard of it. “That’s kind of hot…” he stared at Vic and Carla, biting his own bottom lip. “Who was yours?” He asked Vic, a smirk across his lips toward Jamie. @Mrs Writes 💓

Victoria was more than an open book. She was an open bible. “The drummer, Jake. He is so ugly now!” Carla looked down at Micheal. “Too bad your not going to see it.” Victoria smirked, switching the DVDs around as she pretended to put it away in the box again. “Fine it’s gone..” @Mr Writes

Michael watched her, though admittedly he thought she put that DVD in the box. “What’s the other DVD?” He asked, certain he’d seen her carry a second one. “Did you ever swap partners? Or pleasure another partner?” Michael whispered playfully into Carla’s ear. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No..we only watched…maybe touched ourself while watching- wtf we are not having this conversation” she whispered back. Getting off him. Victoria: “Mr and Mrs Evans first dance. Boring!” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded, smirking as she pushed herself onto her feet. “Still hot though”. He shrugged, watching her pick up the phone to order the Chinese. “Ahh, that’s cute, a first dance”. He smiled. “I told her I bet she was a beautiful bride”. Michael admitted to Vic, holding the DVD case. @Mrs Writes 💓

Victoria smiled “she was. But I have to admit she’s was young it was basically a massive party! Next one will be elegant tho.” Carla ordered their Chinese, coming back into view. “Victoria, do you ever need to pee and then nothing comes out? This one is pushing on my bladder already!” @Mr Writes

Michael held out his arm for Carla to come into as she asked Vic about peeing. “She’ll be an elegant bride, I’m sure”. He said as his arm wrapped her waist. “Oh, once I pee once, I can’t stop. I don’t know which I’d prefer”. Vic laughed. . They ate the Chinese at the kitchen table and breakfast bar, not to feel too messy on their laps in the living room. “Right, now what? Game?” Michael asked as Vic sipped from her glass of water. @Mrs Writes 💓

Victoria smiled “yes! I think we should play never have a I ever…or dares” Carla rolled her eyes “are we not too old for that?” Victoria huffed looking at her. “No, come on Carla, live a little” Carla looked at her. Knowing what she was going to do. “For fuck sake Victoria. Cut to the chase. If the boys want to watch the DVD they can.. I don’t know how to feel about Micheal watching Frankie fuck me! So wrongly too. It was always a fake moan.”

9:51 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael laughed at her comment around a poor fuck. “Jamie might want to see Vic getting railed?…” he put his suggestion to Jamie. “Do either of the two of you girls want to relive those days? See it again?” He asked. He felt playful. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was tidying up as he asked. “Micheal…I live better days now…real sex.” She went over to him. Wrapping her arms around him as he sat on their bar stood. She stood between his legs. “Real orgasms, real passion” she smirked kissing him. “Since Victoria always got Jealous..I’m not repeating that..” she glanced over at Vitoria. Victoria folded her arms “I did not!” Carla smirked at Micheal “she did, she wouldn’t last half of the video. Especially if she thought Jamie was jerking off to me instead of her..” Victoria stood up going to the living room. “Let’s test it out then…” @Mr Writes

Michael kissed her, their passion filling the kitchen as she explained how she appreciated the sex she has now. “What are the rules then?” Jamie laughed. “Can I get hard from either of you, or just watching Vic?” He smirked to Vic and then Michael. Michael shrugged. Vic was already in the living room kneeling down to the DVD player. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked at Micheal as Jamie asked the question. “I think the boys should set the rules..” Carla kisses him one last time before going to help Victoria. “This is a bad idea Victoria!” She whispered to her. “I can’t keep my hands off him as it is.” @Mr Writes

Vic smirked at Carla as she kneeled by her side. “Well, it’ll be just like old times then”. She raised her eyebrows. “Don’t leave it to me to have them both”. She whispered even quieter. Their pregnancies had been heightening both of their sex drives. “You can look at whoever you want”. Michael tapped Jamie on the shoulder, walking behind him into the living room. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla gave Victoria a look. Nudging her as she mentioned leaving her to have both. “Touch him and I’ll end you. Rules are the same for us. You don’t touch what’s mine..you can have your own” Carla stood up with a groan. Holding her back as she went over to the couch. “This feels weird..” she leans into Micheal whispering. “Don’t you dare look at Victoria. Or even think about her.” @Mr Writes

Michael opened his arm for Carla to scoot next to him on the couch. “You mean in the video or in my living room?” He whispered back, matching her tone of voice. “The weirdness might fade”. He shrugged. Kissing her softly on her cheek. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla sat right next to him. “Both.” She looked up at him. “Seriously, I don’t like the whole you looking at other women while getting hard and touching yourself.” She was honest. This wasn’t something she was hugely into however the thought of him watching an younger (not by much) her be fucked by someone else was definitely a turn on. @Mr Writes

“I have hands, eyes and every part of me, solely for you”. He kissed her reassuringly. Michael wasn’t yet to know the extent of how much the thought to Carla of him finding pleasure in her being fucked on his TV was a turn on to him. Vic pressed play. The recording started with someone’s tits in the screen, clearly pressing record. “They’re not yours”. Michael whispered. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla pouted at the pierced nipples on screen. Turning to see his reaction to them being hers. “I told you. I have changed..” She glanced over at Victoria who had shut Jamie’s eyes. “Vic that’s cheating!” @Mr Writes

“They’re yours?!” He bit his lip. “They look good. Not my thing, but they look good”. Michael’s hand rested on her thigh over her dress. Michael laughed as Vic removed her hand over Jamie’s face. “Let the boy live it all”. He laughed. The video began by both Carla and Vic giving their men oral sex. “I know how good that feels”. He smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well lucky you, now they’re filling with milk” she whispered back to him. Carla made a slight disgust face. Before shaking her head laughing softly at his comment. Victoria: “shh! No taking” Carla protested “he started it!” Before being silenced by the explosion of cum hiting her face in the video. “Forgot he done that…that’s jakes…him and Frankie fought of over that-“ Victoria shushed Carla again. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as Carla admitted she forgot to expect that. Michael was biting his lip, his eyes glued to the TV like a child watching cartoons. “Sharing eh?” Michael whispered. His cock twinging beneath his trousers at the view of his lover licking the cum from the sides of her mouth in the video, waiting for whatever was to come next. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla rubbed his cock over his trousers as they watched her sex tape. She bit her lip while watching this. “Baby take your trousers” @Mr Writes

Carla began to ride Frankie like a cowgirl in the video, as Michael’s cock quickly grew at her touch, more at her request to remove his trousers, they were at his ankles as Vic got to her knees to pleasure Jamie. Frankie had Carla on his lap, facing away from him. It was a face Michael knew. Something twigged. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked at him. “Something wrong?” She whispered softly in his ear. Carla straddled him, still wearing her dress. She moved her panties to one side. Teasing his tip with her wetness as he watched the screen over her shoulder.

4:40 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael bit his lower lip as the tip of his cock felt her wet pussy in a teasing second before releasing it again. He held her neck behind her ear, pulling her tightly into a kiss. “I know who Frankie is”. He whispered at the same moment he forced Carla to lower her hips through his cock. He kissed her again, passion and lust telling from his lips, he pulled her breasts from under her purple dotted dress, his hands immediately exploring. @Mrs Writes 💓

For the first time in their relationship. Carla had her eyes open for the start of their kiss before deciding to ignore the fact he knew Frankie. “Fuck me better than him then” she whispered at she guided his cock into him. She bit at her lower lip as she moved her hips against him. Similar to her movements in the video. Not that any of them where watching it. Jamie’s subtle moans from his pleasure from Victoria. The sounds of young Carla and Victoria on the video.

4:52 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael smirked at her order to him, her hips at a pace similar to the video, that Michael noticed for a moment. She’d certainly watching this a lot growing up. Vic was topless to their right, kneeling down with Jamie’s cock deep down her throat. Her hair being pulled constantly. Carla’s pussy was wet, tight and had been for some time, considering she was reluctant at the beginning. “Maybe we should make one of these”. He grinned against her ear. Nobody minded the noise anymore. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla moaned softly before giggling at the feeling of his mouth and stubbly beard grazing against her ear. “We will have to do it soon before the bump gets in the way..” she took her lips down to ear to whisper back before allowing them to travel down his jaw line to his neck. @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lip at her suggestion. “You don’t think it would be sexy the bigger you are?” He nibbled at her ear lobe. He held and lifted her waist and began to quicken up the pace, it was all getting too much, the feeling of being unable to control his climax loomed. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laughed softly against his neck as his hands travelled to her waist. Before moaning softly at him taking control. “Fuck…you won’t be able to do this with a bigger bump..” she moaned to him. Victoria had already brought Jamie to completion, unbeknown to Carla and Micheal. Their guests where now sat together. Subtly touching themselves as they watched their hosts. Carla gripped Michael’s shoulder, their eye contact strong. In their own bubble. @Mr Writes

“fuck, this looks good”. Vic laughed to herself as she clutched her breasts. “Look at her”. She said. “I am” Jamie smirked. Carla & Michael remained in their own bubble, almost deaf to their words. Their stare down on eachother almost ensuring Michael’s climax. His warm cum filling her inviting walls. “I fucking love you”. He told the whole room. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla dug her nails in tighter before hiding her face into his shoulder as she felt her own climax surge with the sensation of him cuming. “Daddy please” she moaned out. Carla had always refused to say I love you to him during sex. Although she had broken that rule a few times, once she sat up. She smiled down at him. “I love you too.” @Mr Writes

Their passion filled kiss was obvious to themselves and their onlooking guests. “Satisfied?” Vic asked, a playful tone to her voice as Michael & Carla begin to remember their crowd. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh my god” Carla hide her face in Micheal’s shoulder. “How long where they watching” she mumbled against him. Feeling Michael’s arms wrap around her tightly. It calmed down the emotions she was feeling. Although she was still wearing her dress, her boobs where pulled out of it and she was still exposed. As Victoria got dressed and Jamie fixed himself. Carla put herself back together before getting off Micheal. “Nice show?” She looked over at Victoria

5:32 AM

@Mr Writes

“you’ve still got it, I’ll give you that”. Victoria nodded toward Carla with a smirk. “Jamie tasted good”. She licked her lips as Carla rose to her feet, her dress now forever a symbol of sex to Michael as he watched her hips sway as she sorted the dress out properly. “Now what?” Michael laughed awkwardly as he turned off the TV. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked down at him. Holding her bump. “I need to pee, your child is pushing on my bladder. Your lucky k didn’t pee on you” Carla gagged at her own statement, leaving with a slight waddle in her step. Victoria gathered her things, “Well I personally, never thought I would get her to do that again. It was nice seeing her look so young and free again.” She looked at Micheal. “Thank you for giving her back her youth. She does really love you. Fact she said it so close to sex, proves that.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as Carla left the room and Victoria explained. “Oh so you’re the main reason the tape exists?” “It’s you getting her to do these things eh?” He laughed. Michael nodded. He was grateful to have her in his life, let alone knowing she was back to a version of herself that Vic knew so well. “I didn’t know saying I love you around sex was difficult for her”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Victoria was gossip. “Oh towards the end, it’s the only time Frankie said it. So crying over him she vowed never to say it during sex. Because she didn’t want any partner of hers ever feel the way she did.” Victoria looked up at Jamie. “Me on the other hand, I say it constantly. Pretty sure I drunkly said it on the first night we met and that was only finger stuff” she laughed looking at Micheal “sorry” @Mr Writes

“The night at the pub?” Michael asked, smirking. Unsure whether it was common knowledge that it all happened on the same night. “I was in a taxi on the way to hers”. Michael’s grin was obvious. It was what had started all of this, and since then, he was obsessed. “She’s like a drug”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla came back. “Who’s a drug?” She asked. She had tied her hair up into a messy top bun. She came to Micheal’s side, wrapping one arm around him. The other rubbing the side of her small bump. “You” Jamie said “Me?” Carla laughed softly, confused by the situation. “Thank you? I don’t know how to respond to that” Victoria laughed, putting a hand on Carla’s bump. “Just like that, your really living The life Car. I’m proud of you” Carla gave her a look as she teared up. “Jeez who put you in a good mood?”

5:52 AM

@Mr Writes

“The throat full of cum & then watching you get railed probably helped my good mood”. Vic laughed, she didn’t really have a filter. “So a wedding for you two then eh?” Michael said to Jamie and Vic. @Mrs Writes 💓

Jamie gave Micheal a nod, Carla picking up on it she smiled. Listening to Victoria answering. “Maybe one day, we’ve agreed to focus on this little thing first.” She said. “Thing! You can’t call your child a thing.” Carla said as they walked to the front door together. “What do you call it?” Victoria looked at her. “Eh, lots of different things. Miracle has seemed to be the name I’ve went with today. Given the day it is.” Carla replied. Talking to Victoria at the door as the boys lingered further back finishing their convo. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded as Carla explained. “Miracle has been a word we’ve used”. He agreed. “We’ll” Michael said slapping Jamie on his shoulder in a male manner. “Tonight was fun, enjoy yourselves once you get home”. He said with a smirk. Vic and Carla share a goodbye hug and Carla closes the door behind them, they both exhale and smile to eachother. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled at him, seeing a slight deflate from him as the door closed. “Have you and Jamie ever…wanked In front of each other.” She still got shy and embarrassed asking questions like that. Her cheeks flushing a light red colour. Going back to the living room, She sat down on the couch with him. Micheal was still not his talkative self. “Baby. What’s wrong?” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at her awkwardness and sat himself down on the couch where they’d had steamy sex. He shook his head, “we haven’t, but now look what we’ve done”. He laughed. He paused for a moment. “I know who your Frankie is. The video confirmed it.”. He paused again, composing himself. “He’s a doctor at the hospital.” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked at him. She didn’t look surprised. “Yes he is..head of Cardiology…” she sat on the couch sideways, one hand rubbing her bump. The other playing with the back of his hair. “And…” @Mr Writes

He nodded at her knowledge of him being head of cardiology. “I know who his new partner is”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked at him. “I don’t care. Okay. End of conversations over Frankie. What happened with Amanda?” She asked reluctantly. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded, he agreed. “You mean today? The shouting?” He paused, shaking his head. “I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe she just, doesn’t like seeing it”. He shrugged. His hand met hers on her bump. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled softly, looking at his hand over hers “Sorry..maybe I shouldn’t of been there. I still don’t think Milo should be calling me mum…especially if she acts like that over a kiss. I don’t want you to have to face her once Milo asks her..” @Mr Writes

Michael smiled, they understood eachother well. “I honestly don’t mind. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with. Whatever he’s comfortable with”. He smiled. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked at him. “Micheal, something else is playing on your mind…if it’s what happened tonight. It happened. It’s over, we don’t have to speak about it. If it’s Frankie, don’t worry. He doesn’t know who you are. He generally is a nice guy. Wants to be everyone’s pal..” she continued to play with the back on his hair. He wasn’t himself, something was playing on his mind.

8:21 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael smiled for a moment. “Tonight was fun, right?” He smirked. It wasn’t that that was causing his mind to wander. “Amanda’s pregnant…” he tells her, their eye contact as strong as it was during their sex an hour ago. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla stops playing with his hair. “Oh..” she swallows, trying to find words. “Right..yours?” She can feel herself start to shake slightly. Hoping he can’t feel it under his hand. @Mr Writes

“Don’t be so ridiculous”. He said firmly and immediately. He could indeed feel her initial shake of worry. “Absolutely not”. He almost laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Micheal.” Carla’s sterner teacher voice overtook her normal tone… “is it yours. You can tell me…you wouldn’t be so worked up if it wasn’t.” She forced herself to smile. Moving her hand from under his to on top. Squeezing softly. @Mr Writes

He let her hand leaves his and then place it back atop. “Carla. What do you think?” He placed the question to her. “What do you really think?” He asked her, his tone of voice was calm. The one she presented he’d never heard before. Her work voice. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla took her hand away. Her eyes not leaving his as he forced back the tears she felt building. “It’s yours. She wouldn’t tell you otherwise..and you wouldn’t care this much if it wasn’t…yours” she wiped the single tear that rolled down her cheek. “Congratulations..” she again forced herself to smile. @Mr Writes

“you’re not listening Carla”. Michael frowned, surprised she’d taken this approach. “I don’t know what to say, I’m surprised you’re taking it this way.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I am listening. Your not saying much.” She looked down at his hand. Still placed on her bump. “Go ahead then, I’m listening.” @Mr Writes

“It’s Amanda and Frankie” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked at him. “Very funny. It.. it can’t be.” @Mr Writes

Michael shrugged. Carla had become very standoffish over the last 5 minutes. “Baby, trust me”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla started to show signs of her entering a panic attack as her breathing increased. “I…I” she got up. “I need to be alone…sorry” Carla went upstairs, closing their bedroom door with an unintentional thud. Carla sat on the floor against their bed, her breathing deep. Trying to bring herself back from the panic attack. @Mr Writes

Michael took himself to the kitchen to tidy up after the evening they’d had. He soon heard the shower turn on, he went upstairs once he heard the water stop. “You okay?” He asked leaning against the doorframe of their bedroom. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mhm” Carla had turned the shower on to help calm her down. Not turning to look at him. “It can’t be true…” she finally broke. Sobbing while looking at the shower @Mr Writes

She wasn’t too talkative, but she was saying enough. “I don’t know what to say baby. It is. Well, that’s what I know anyway”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla tried to pull herself together. Turning the shower off. She wiped her face. Putting on a mask almost. “Okay.” She turned to look at him. “I’m just going to have an early- ow. Night. I’m just feeling overwhelmed and I’m cramping a bit” she motioned to the bump. “Which I’m hoping is just from stress.” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded and held his hand toward her bump. Kissing her forehead. She got herself into bed and turned off their bedroom light, not a word more spoken. Michael had work the next morning. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla hadn’t slept all night. She tossed and turned. She got up before Micheal. Standing in the kitchen looking at the garden as she drank a cup of tea. Startling as he came into the kitchen. Her eyes red and puffy from crying. “Morning” she spoke softly, her voice raspy. “There’s a packed lunch in the fridge for you.” @Mr Writes

“Morning”. He replied with a soft tone of voice, hugging her gently from behind. “Thank you”. He kissed the back of her head. “Get yourself back to bed please”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Not tired” she forced a smile in his direction. “Im fine.” She moved away from the kettle letting him in. “Um, the scan. Is at 1. You don’t have to come if you don’t want too. We probably won’t see anything anyway, and you’ve done this before so..” @Mr Writes

“I’ll be there”. He stepped into her, picking up his lunch. “I wouldn’t miss it”. He kissed her cheek. “Get to bed. I’ll see you there”. He was worried about how this had affected her. How she was toward him. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla managed an hour of sleep before waking up again. She got herself ready for the day. Wearing one of her casual dresses paired with a jumper over top. She cleaned the house, deeply from top to bottom. Before she knew it was time to leave and head for the hospital. She headed to the maternity, giving Micheal a text to remind him. As they weren’t married the name they would shout would be Evans. She pinched herself nervously in the waiting room, waiting for Micheal. @Mr Writes

Michael walked into the maternity suite in his scrubs. He purposely didn’t get changed. Aiming to give Carla a smile after their conversation regarding scrubs. “You okay?” He asked, sitting down next to her. “Evans”. A nurse shouted as soon as he sat. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yup.” She looked up at him before standing to her name. She walked beside him as they went into the room together. She slipped her pants off. Putting them in her bag before handing them to Micheal. As she sat on the examination table. She looked at the nurse. “Sorry. Let me just make one thing very very clear. This might sound stupid. He gets treated like a patient too. I had a miscarriage two years ago. And my partner at the time was still very much treated like a doctor in these situations. He knew straight away something was wrong and the nurse spoke to him. Not me. So please…don’t treat him like a doctor. Pretend he’s stupid.” She lay back down on the bed with a deep breath out. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled as she explained to the nurse her demands and expectations, before laughing at the end. “Pretend I’m stupid Sharon”. He laughed and Sharon smiled to them both. “Relax and breath normally. This will be cold”. The nurse said, rubbing gel across her bump. “Want to hold my hand?” Michael asked Carla, she nodded. The nurse turned the sound on, on the machine. “That’s a healthy heartbeat”. she nodded. “It’s a little too…early to see a sex.” She paused, turning the screen to face Carla. “You see?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla didn’t realise she was squeezing his hand more than holding it as they listened for a heartbeat. Tearing up as they turned the screen around. “Im about 12 ish weeks..” Once they heard the heartbeat, and saw the tiny flicker on the screen. Her grip to his hand relaxed. She didn’t make eye contact with him. As she wiped her tears away. “I..I also had cramping last night and then bleeding this morning…are you sure everything is okay?” She audible cried as the nurse confirmed everything was fine. And she was measuring around 13 weeks. Carla finally looked up at Micheal. Giving his a soft smile of relief. @Mr Writes

“I’ll leave you both alone.” The nurse informed them, leaving the room. The door closed. “Is that okay? Feel better?” He asked, the relief on her face was clear. She looked stressed and tired, but relieved too. “Want me to leave work? Come home?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She sat up, wiping her stomach. “No, don’t be ridiculous. You can go back to work.” She pulled her top down. “I’ll be fine.” She reassured him. “You and Sharon seem cozy.” She got up taking her bag off him. She folded the scan photos. Handing him a copy. @Mr Writes

Michael helped her to her feet. “She used to work with me on A&E. Come on Carla, this needs to stop.” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked up at him. “Only saying. I worry- it doesn’t matter. Are you home for dinner?” She changed the subject. Walking out to the main lobby with him. She felt like she was on alert constantly looking around her. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “I’m home for dinner”. He paused, holding a set of swinging doors open for her. “I’ll be home around 7pm, we need to get this out in the air and settle this”. He told her, his voice stern, it rarely is. Michael went back to work before driving home, picking up flowers on his way. He went inside the front door, closing it behind him, he could smell her cooking in the kitchen. He set the flowers down on the dining room table. “Hey”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She was stood at the stove cooking. He walked in when she was mid yawn. “Hi.” She ran her hands through her hair as she turned to look at him. “Dinner will be another 30 mins. Sorry.” @Mr Writes

“That’s fine”. He sat down at the kitchen table. “I want this aired and sorted before we eat”. He told her. He had had enough of the atmosphere and wanted it sorted. “So, you start”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She crossed her arms leaning against the counter next to the stove. “And say what, Micheal?” She looked at him. @Mr Writes

“what’s the problem? Why are you being cold? What have I done?” He presented her with questions. @Mrs Writes 💓

She took a deep breath. “There isn’t a problem, this is just how I deal with things. I shut down. You’ve done nothing. I just don’t want to hurt you or bring you into any mess I seem to create.” “Sorry” she shrugs turning away. “Everything cleared” @Mr Writes

Michael got to his feet and walked toward her leaning against the stove still. “You aren’t going to hurt me. Being the way you’ve been, has hurt me, but you aren’t”. He told her, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m here to support”. He reminded her. “Cleared?” He asked, making sure. @Mrs Writes 💓

She moved away from him as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “I just need to process the whole Frankie and Amanda situation…you dropped a lot on me. Then wonder why I’m like this. Half of me wishes she was having your baby. I feel like it would be easier. The decision would be made. And now that it’s Frankie’s. The other half of me, is hurting. I feel guilty. But I’m hurting over it. How that-“ she stopped herself. Look at him with teary eyes. “It doesn’t matter.” “Im sorry, I’ll try harder.” She said trying to hide the voice break as she drained the pasta. @Mr Writes

Michael quickly began to understand more as to why she was the way she was. “I apologise” he told her. “I should have thought more about it too”. He admitted. “Let’s try and do just that, make sense of it, take our time and be our best selves”. He told her, helping her plate up dinner. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked at him. “If the baby was yours…I would of made you go back to her. No doubt. Milo would of had his family whole. I would of sorted myself and our little one out. If you didn’t want to be involved, that was fine. And now…” She sat down at the table, breathing through her tears. “It’s Frankie’s. And I know that Frankie is still with..her. The one he left me for…” she realised she was rambling. “Sorry, I just. I’ve had this in my head since last night. Amanda has made my life a living hell for what the best part of 5 years!” @Mr Writes

“but it’s not mine, we have eachother and our own blessing, our own future. You’ve a man who loves you, worships you, adores you. Let’s try and block out that pair and focus on us”. He explained with a smile as they began to eat. “Now, this weekend. Ready?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She took a deep breath. Forcing a smile. “Okay. Yes” The rest of the week flew by. She was able to put on a front when with Michael, however it still played on her mind when she was alone. Michael had Milo on Friday night. She told Michael that she felt better being at Victorias that night. However drove back to the house for Michael coming home from dropping Milo off. Michael had planned a whole weekend away for them. Something they spoke about on one of their second times together. Life had other plans however they were finally doing it. @Mr Writes

Michael arrived back home to see Carla’s car on the driveway, he rushed inside to see her. “I missed you”. He laughed, his comment soppy. “All packed?” He asked. “Ready? Excited?” He asked. We certainly was. It was something he’d wanted to do together since they first started this adventure. They hadn’t had the opportunity for some precious, romantic time like this, until now. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at him. “I missed you too.” Although soppy the comment was meant. “I think I’m ready? I have enough to last me a whole week…” she laughed softly going to lift the suitcase. @Mr Writes

Michael took the suitcase from her. “I’ll do it. You shouldn’t be doing that”. He laughed as he went to pick it up. “Christ, it’s only 2 nights”. He laughed. It was heavy. He put it in the boot of the car and they set off. “It’s about 2 hour away”. He told her. @Mrs Writes 💓

She brought a blanket in the car with her. Plus had the heated seat on. “How was last night? Did you have a fun boys night?” She asked. Moving his hand to her bump. “We missed you.” @Mr Writes

Even though they had got past their atmosphere, it felt nice to feel like the ‘normal’ Carla was back as she placed his hand on her bump as he drove, asking how his night was and telling him she missed him. “It was fun” he nodded. “We read books, did colouring. He asked after you” Michael said with a grin as he rubbed her belly. “What did the two of you do?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Did you tell him that I love him and I’ll promise to see him soon. Did you show him pictures of the baby?” She smiles over at him. “We went shopping, had dinner. Then I also read a book to the bump before I read more of my own book. They are moving right now. It’s still a subtle flutter but the book says it’s them.” She smiled over at him. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “I did tell him you’d be there next time”. He smiled. “So sorry, you’re booked for next time” he laughed. “We did see the baby, he wanted to use it as a bookmark for next time”. He smiled, “it was cute”. “Ohh that’s cute. That’s exciting.” He told her. “How does that make you feel? Nervous?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Excited, nervous. Im excited for you to be able to feel them. I keep saying her. I just have this gut feeling it’s a girl. Vic says mothers just know. But she thought she was having a girl and she’s having a boy. So..” she smiled, trying to muffle a yawn. “Do you want to find out the gender?” She asked. @Mr Writes

Michael pondered. “It could be fun for it to be a surprise. What about you?” He asked, looking over to her, she looked sleepy. “Why don’t I wake you when we get there?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled, putting the seat back. “We can think about it..” she rubbed his hand over her bump. “Are you sure?” Before she knew it. She was being woken up by him as they arrived. She rubbed her eyes. Getting out of the car to help him. “Michael, least give me a bag” @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head as he began to wheel her suitcase and carry his duffel bag to reception. “You’ve got the handbag” he smiled. “You don’t carry heavy things”. The door to reception slid open for them and they were ushered by a receptionist to her desk. “Welcome, may I have the name for the booking?” She asked. “Wright” Michael replied. “Okay, Mr & Mrs Wright”. She paused, Michael and Carla looked at eachother smirking, though didn’t correct her. “I can see you’ve booked the pregnancy package for 2 nights. With this includes full access to the spa, a complimentary treatment for Mrs Wright, breakfast & 2 dinner reservations.” She paused to catch her breath. “You’ve also booked the sunrise bundle I can see, giving you solo, private access to the spa for the sunrise, just the two of you, no other guests”. Michael nodded. “That’s right”. His smile clear. “The total is…” “AHHH AH AH”. Michael interrupted. “She doesn’t need to know the total”. He smiled, passing the receptionist his credit card. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla felt a tingle about being Mrs Wright. Before being brought swiftly back to reality by the list of things he’d booked for them. As he butted in to silence the receptionist. Carla jumped too. Placing a hand on the bump. “I will just come back later to find out” she smirked, winking at Michael. She took the suitcase off him swiftly while he was paying. Rolling it towards the lift before he realised. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as he followed her to the lift. “You don’t need to know”. He told her as they entered the lift as the doors closed. Opening again on their floor. “213… here it is.” He slid the key in and opened the door. “Ladies first”. she went through, leaving the suitcase for him. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla entered the room. “Wow..” she looked around. The spa had left a little congratulations package on the bed with their own brand lotion for the bump and alcohol free champagne. “Daddy…this is too much.” She turned round pouting at him. “You also owe this little one and apology. I felt the biggest flutter when you shouted AHH AHH AH” she laughed crossing her legs. “Im being serious.” @Mr Writes

“We deserve it. You deserve it”. He smiled as she pouted. “It isn’t too much”. He disagreed. “A flutter?” He asked, laughing as she did too. “Why? What bought that on?!” He asked as she crossed her legs on the edge of the bed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You scared her…” she looked at him. “Them. Sorry it’s a habit” She smiled over at him. “What’s first on your agenda?” @Mr Writes

He bent down, kissing her bump. “I’m sorry for scaring you both” he whispered against it. He looked at his watch. “It’s only 2pm. We can head to the pool, or the relaxation room.” He pondered, opening the spa booklet he was handed at reception to look at what was available. “We can stay here. What do you want to do?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled as he bent down on his knees to be eye level with the bump. She loved seeing him interact with the bump. “Well, I’ve been called Mrs Wright, you’ve interacted with the bump, and your just you. So I have my own private pool you could visit…” she looked at him. “Please” @Mr Writes

Michael looked up at her from her bump. “Where’s the pool?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked down at him. “Down there… which I’ve heard doesn’t have any panties on.” She bit her lower lip. He was so close to her already. She hadn’t bothered with pants incase something happened in the car but sleep got in the way. @Mr Writes

Michael continue to look at her her from his knees, level with her bump, which he kissed again. He knew her weaknesses. Mrs Wright. Bump time, amongst other things too. “You naughty girl…” he bit his lower lip, looking up at her doing the same. He released her legs from its cross, revealing the truth beneath the dress that she was indeed without panties. “One day I’ll do something about this in the car”. He assured her as his eyes fixated on her pussy a top of her dress. “Spread them wider”. He told her, licking his lips. @Mrs Writes 💓

She slowly spread her legs for him. Watching every move he made. “Daddy, don’t be mean. Your not allowed to tease.” “You’ve made a big enough mess down there…clean it up.” She smirked. She pulled her dress up folding it over the bump. @Mr Writes

She was doing the teasing at the moment, not him. Slowly spreading her legs, calling him daddy, showing herself off like a piece of art. “How can I be responsible for this mess? I haven’t done anything yet”. He smirked, licking his lips at just how wet she was through these minimal reasons so far. Her dress sitting atop of her bump gave him 2 things, easy access & a great view. His tongue started at her left knee, rolling all the way along her leg, through her thigh and closer to her crotch. Now he was teasing. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smirked, watching him. “Eh your always responsible for this mess..” she looked at him. As he began to tease. She pouted down at him. “Enough teasing, just eat me!” She giggled. @Mr Writes

His soft laughs breath was felt against her thigh as she passed all responsibility to him. Her pout and eagerness to just be taken care of didn’t hurry him, his tongue restarting back at her knee, this time make it’s way up her leg toward her crotch at a slower pace than seconds before. “Patience, baby”. He told her in a seductive tone. “We’ve got 2 nights here”. He smirked himself. His view was perfect, her legs twitched as his tongue turned to kisses from his lips the closer he was this time round to her crotch. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Your just teasing” she huffed. “Your teasing your pregnant wi-girlfriend” She smiled down at him. Feeling his kisses trail from her knee up. His delicate kiss accompanied by his stumble tickling her. @Mr Writes

“One thing at a time mummy”. He smirked up at her as she stumbled over the word wife, though she couldn’t see that over her bump while his head hid under her dress. His teasing touches stopped as his lips finally sucked against her clit as his tongue pushed against her pussy’s walls. All he wanted right now was to pleasure her, this weekend had lots in store for them both. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla moaned suddenly as he began to suck her clit. As his tongue explored her depth. “Fuck” she moaned out, she griped his hair. Putting one of her legs over his shoulder. “Please Michael” she moaned out

9:00 PM

@Mr Writes

The pair of them were now a couple in a successful, loving and lustful relationship, not hiding from anyone who might see them, and this weekend was special for that. The whole resort would see their love for eachother over the next two days, but right now it was just the two of them who knew it. Michael playfully nibbled at her skin next to her pussy as she stretched one of her legs over her shoulder, her moan & words echoing their room. “I am baby, I am”. He told her as his tongue continued, a finger of his right hand joined the scene. @Mrs Writes 💓

With a swift push of her heel to his back, his whole body would be closer to her. She pushed his face into her more as she gripped his hair. She wanted him now. This new want in her pregnancy was a welcomed one. However it was a constant edge as she would feel this need at unwanted times. He could hiccup and suddenly she felt it. She laid back on the bed, letting go of his hair. Finding her left hand that was placed on the dip of her hip. She locked her fingers with his. Moaning loudly. @Mr Writes

Carla’s heel against the top of his back, initiating a knowledge to him that she didn’t want him to stop or leave his current place, shot a smirk across his lips. Knowing she was not only enjoying it, but silently informing him to carry on sent goosebumps up his body. Their fresh lust for eachother at the drop of the hat was mutual. Her high sex drive from the pregnancy meant anything he did set her off. Her pregnancy, his sexual attraction to her changing body meant he welcomed that approach. Their fingers locked and she filled the room with enjoyment as she relaxed into her one man show of appreciation. His cock was hard but he didn’t care one bit, this was not going to be about him at all. “We don’t stop until I swallow it all” he told her in no uncertain terms. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Fuck okay” she moaned out hearing his demand. One thing Carla couldn’t wait to get back after her pregnancy was her ability to last longer. She struggled to keep herself from climaxing as soon as he began anything.. “please don’t stop” she begged him. Her squeeze on his hand only getting worse. “I’m going to cum” she moaned out to him. @Mr Writes

The new, uncontrollable speed at which Carla found climax didn’t concern Michael. It was something she could help. Sure, she’d lasted longer in the brief time they’d had a sexual relationship before the pregnancy, but it wasn’t harming their relationship now. At least he still had the effect to make her cum in the first place. She was almost hurting his hand the closer she got to climaxing, squeezing it more and more as she begged him to keep going, to continue exactly what he was doing, to not stop or move. His tongue took the journey it enjoyed taking when he found himself in this position, starting just above her butt and finishing back at her clit, his fingers had left the scene but the work continued for his lips and tongue. He’d promised her he wanted to swallow all of her before she was allowed back to her feet. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla felt Michael shift hai right hand, holding her firmly throughout her whole orgasm. He didn’t release her until he had cleaned up with mess he made of her. “Thank you” Carla breathed out as she laid back on the bed. “Sorry about your hand…” she smiled softly @Mr Writes

Michael did his job properly, licking his lips to ensure nothing was left behind. “Don’t thank me, thank you”. He said with a smirk, breathless and leaning on the edge of the bed as she disappeared from view, laying down. He didn’t mind about his hand hurting. It was just another show of enjoyment from her. @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed softly. Rubbing her bump. “Well your hand is just a practice run for when this one appears..” She struggled slightly before sitting up. She smiled down at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Her cheeks flushed a light red as she asked. @Mr Writes

Michael frowned confused and stared at her rubbing her bump. “My hand is practice?” He stared at her deep in thought. “I have no idea what you mean”. He laughed. His facial expressions changed as she sat up smiling at him. She blushed. “Like what?” He asked, a smile growing across his own face too. “I can’t look at you and smile?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“For when I’m in labour and I’m ripping your hand off..” she looked back at him confused. “Your looking at me all confused.” She smiled, caressing her hand over his cheek. “I love you” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. He somehow didn’t seem to think that would be what she meant. “You can hurt me as much as you need to”. He told her, her hand soft and loving against his cheek. “I know”. He paused. “I love you too”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla started to panic “I’m not just saying that because you ate me out. I just mean it. I shouldn’t of said it so close to that…but I felt it.” She looked down at him. “Sorry” She flustered herself, pushing her hair back with her hand, the other rubbing the bump. @Mr Writes

Michael leaned forward toward her in an attempt to calm her. Vic had told him saying that to him close to anything sexual was a tough thing to do. “Carla look where we are. Look at what life you’re growing, look what we have. There’s nothing to apologise for”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I know..I just-“ she took a deep breath smiling. She leaned down and kissed him. Tasting herself. “Yuck” she whispered against his lip, followed by a soft laugh. She sat back a bit. “We’re going to be late for dinner..” she combed her hands through his hair. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed with her. The room filled with their laughter for a moment. A sound he could never get enough of. Michael looked at the time on his phone. “We should get ready…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah, I just said that” she mocked him. Smiling as she stood up, helping him up. “You do know I will be paying you back for all of this at some point.” She said as she lifted the small suitcase up to the bed. @Mr Writes

He laughed. “Sorry, you tasted so good I’ve started to lose myself.” He joked. “You think?” His eyebrows raised as she opened her suitcase. “Paying me back eh” @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked at him. “I know your bank details..” she smiled knowing he was wanting it to be a different type of payment. She laughed softly “and for what we just did…I’ll pay you back later” she got her outfit out, hanging it up on the hanger. “Is that too fancy for tonight?” She cocked her head looking at the dress infront of her. A dark/emerald green dress. Just past knee length. Which was off the shoulder

11:37 PM

@Mr Writes

Michael smiled and laughed as she explained payment arrangements. “I’m not suggesting anything”. He nodded to her as she admired her choice of dress. He nodded. “It looks cute on the hanger. I’ll let you know once I see you wearing it”. He winked playfully, as he himself pulled out a white shirt ans checkered trousers. A go to for him, for any man. “Where is my…ah-ha, belt!” @Mrs Writes 💓

11:44 PM

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Carla turned around watching him search for his belt. She was rubbing the bump, hearing him announce he found his belt. “Sometimes…I worry that man is your daddy.” She poked the bump gently as she spoke. Joking with Michael. She went to the bathroom, slipping the dress on. “I have one problem with it” she smiles coming out of the bathroom. “I can’t bend in it..” she wiggled her feet and then shoes in his direction. @Mr Writes

Matt was shirtless as she reemerged from the bathroom, implying she needed him to help with her shoes. He laughed. “Cor, this is very princess isnt it, getting someone to do shoes”. He joked. He kissed her bump as he bent down. He finished and took a step back, admiring his woman. “Perfect…” he told her. “You are glowing…” @Mrs Writes 💓

She rolled her eyes. “The dress is tight and someone knocked me up…sure it’s payment.” She smiled down at him as he buckled her heel for her She looked in the mirror. Sighing. “I hate it. I just look fat!” She turned to look at him. Smiling as she saw the way he looked at her. “I don’t hate it when you look at me like that tho..” @Mr Writes

“It’s the tightness. It’s your body. It’s you that makes it all perfect.” He smirked. “I don’t see fat. I see sex appeal”. He told her factually. Her smile grew as she saw the way he admired his view. “Behave. We’ve got a dinner to get to if we can manage”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“So you do think I’m fat…you just find that sexy…now I don’t like it again..” she turned back to the mirror. “It will have to do. I can’t believe you called me fat.” She pouted sadly at him. Getting her handbag. Waiting for him to put all of his stuff in it too. As she waited she sat down on the bed, on her phone. Deciding to post the announcement that she’s pregnant. Choosing the photo she took a few mornings ago when Micheal was kissing the bump in bed. Him topless, bottomless too but the photo couldn’t see that. How small the bump looked with his hand next to it. She accompanied that photo with the photo of their scan picture. By the time she was finishing writing a caption. Michael was ready. “Ready?” @Mr Writes

Michael finished spraying his aftershave and picked her handbag up into his hand. “Slow down young lady”. He offered her his hand to pull her to her feet, he stood infront of her, unaware that she’d made their family public knowledge. “Now you behave yourself Miss Evans. You are not fat. You are wanted”. He paused to kiss her. “Needed”. He said with a kiss again. “Loved” another kiss against her lips. “And you and this bump make everything look sensational…” “I am ready. Are you?” He asked, taking her hand, they saw themselves in the mirror. “We look fucking good together don’t we”. He smirked. He was proud. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was big on taking pictures. She caught the moment he said how good they looked together before catching her laugh in the photo. She turned to kiss him. “You make us look good” she smiled with another kiss. “I announced our pregnancy…is that okay?” She had started to panic a bit in her head. “Everyone close to us knows anyway. And I want…the world to know how much love I have for you. What you’ve given me.” She stopped talking. Just squeezing his hand as her emotions starts to come through. Using her free hand to wipe the tear away. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled warmly, contently into the photo she took. They had next to no photos together. “Maybe we can record our weekend together?” He suggested. “Our first proper weekend as a family. Photos, videos, views”. He said as he opened the door to the hallway. “Behave. Give yourself credit that you look good too”. He told her. They walked along the corridor to the elevator as she explained she’d announced it on social media. His smile grew. “We’re officially have a child to the world. We’re officially an item”. He said with a grin. He was proud of her. Of them. “What a place to celebrate”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla experienced her first pregnancy brain moment. As he said what a place to celebrate she looked at him confused “what? An elevator?” Then it clicked. She covered her mouth as she started laughing, having to cross her legs and hold onto him. “Fuck the spa. Jesus” she composed herself after a few minutes. “I’m sorry, I…I don’t even know why that went over my head” @Mr Writes

Their laughter filled the reception area as the elevator doors opened, people turned to look at where it was coming from. Smiles looked back at them. The receptionist could be heard saying to the other “look how happy they are”. As Michael heard that, squeezing her hand tighter. “Baby brain eh” he rolled his eyes playfully as they entered the restaurant. “Mr & Mrs Wright, your table is ready”. The waitress met them and immediately knew which guests they were. “Follow me”. @Mrs Writes 💓

They followed the waitress to the table, she sat down first. “Thank you” she softly spoke as the restaurant was quieter. She leaned into him. “I feel like a fraud. If they asked who Mrs Wright is, you know I’ll be clueless…” she smiled at him sitting back. She muted her phone. “Michael…you never talk about your parents.” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded, again laughing. “I know, but it’s too late to correct them. Plus it’s kind of nice for the future” he shrugged his shoulders. He muted his phone too. He felt like he had her full attention as she watched her do it to her phone. Like he was all that mattered. He nodded. She was right. His parents was something he hadn’t ever opened up about. He smiled. He was going to be brave. “My dad passed away when I was 14. So, a long time ago now. So long ago that I don’t even realise that I don’t talk about him anymore, if that even makes sense”. He paused. “Mum. Mums a tricky one” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla listened intently. Nodding. “Is Grandma Karen on your side or Amanda’s?” She mentioned. Milo had spoken about her once In class. “Mums are always the tricky one…I don’t have a relationship with either of my parents” she added. She too being brave. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled. Milo had been introducing Carla to his family long before this journey happened. “Grandma Karen is with Amanda”. He nodded. Their hands reached over the table to hold eachothers simultaneously, without prompting, they were supporting eachother being brave. “Mum went into a depressive state when my dad passed away. She decided she couldn’t carry on having us in her life”. He shrugged it off again. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Her loss” she smiled softly, rubbing her thumb over the top of his hand. “I..my parents disowned me. For having sex before marriage” she chuckled softly. “It’s stupid, but that’s what happens when your parents are strict..strict catholics…” She looked to the bump, taking a deep breath. “No one knows that..” @Mr Writes

Michael’s thumb swapped places with Carla’s as she explained her situation. He was sad to hear that. “I don’t know what to…” he stopped himself. “And that would never be rekindled?” He asked. “Now they’re going to be grandparents?” He asked. He smiled. He was grateful and lucky that she shared that with him. “Any drinks?” The waitress asked, arriving back at the table. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It was rekindled…then-“ she smiled up at the waitress. “Sorry, could I have just a water please. With no lemon.” She waited for him to order. After the waitress left she looked at him. “I didn’t mean to bring the mood down..this is just…officially our second date..” she smiled softly looking at him. @Mr Writes

Michael ordered a water too. It was a supportive weekend away together, not a weekend for him to be able to enjoy alcohol without her. He laughed across from her. “It’s true. It’s our second date and you’re already this pregnant”. He smiled warmly. “Don’t apologise. It’s important to do this. All of this.” He didn’t press her for the end of her sentence. She’d explore it more if she wanted to. @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed softly, looking over at him. “That’s what happens when you get someone pregnant on the first date.” She looked at him and smiled. “They disowned me again…and what’s worse. I still went and asked god for a divorce…like they would of wanted. Frankie’s family took me in when I was younger…I didn’t always come from money. I still don’t. That sounded really snobbish…” she looked at him again. “Sorry I’m rambling. What else have we got planned for this evening.” @Mr Writes

“It was a decent first date though”. He smirked playfully. He listened to her explain. She was strong enough to continue, to seem as though she had accepted it, especially as she’d been the one abandoned. He shook his head. She wasn’t rambling. She was being healthy and honest. “After dinner you mean?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah after dinner” she smiled, sipping her water. “Oh” she shifted in her chair. She got up, “excuse me, thanks to your child. I need to pee…again.” She could feel his eyes on her as she walked to the toilets.

2:13 AM

@Mr Writes

She knew by now his eyes would be burning her watching her leave. Who’s fault was that? Nobody’s? Everywhere he looked at her, he worshiped the view. Front. Behind. Above or below. Anywhere. She returned from the bathroom. “I thought maybe a mock tail each at the bar?” He suggested. “Then upstairs to bed?” He smiled. “OH!” He paused. “I haven’t told you. The treatment I selected for you tomorrow. At 1 o’clock. A facial. I hope that’s okay?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She sat back down, smiling at him. “I could go a mock tail.” Fixing herself as he spoke. “A facial sounds very relaxing… you didn’t have to do any of this..” she took his hand again. “I love you” @Mr Writes

Their hands rested in eachothers. “That’s why I’ve done it. Because we love eachother”. He told her. “Have you had a chance to look at the menus?” The waitress asked, smiling at their hands holding eachothers. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla took her hand away from her bump. Pointing to her dish, “not even going to try and pronounce that. Thank you” she looked over at Micheal as he ordered. “I don’t see why people can’t just say Chicken Balmoral and not some fancy name.” She added after the waitress left @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “The steak, please. Medium rare with peppercorn sauce”. He laughed as the waitress left. “Not the easiest to pronounce is it”. He agreed. “I do just need to say. You look incredible. Everyone can see how lucky I am”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looks at him. Smiling softly as he said it. “Thank you…I’m the lucky one tho.” She leaned back in her chair. “I mean that. I am the lucky one.” @Mr Writes

“We can agree to disagree. We’d argue about it all evening”. He laughed. “Comfortable?” He asked concerned. “What second date things normally happen?” He laughed again. @Mrs Writes 💓

“My backs sore, but I think I can feel her- them kick. Maybe?” She smiles at him. “I feel butterflies..right there” she poked a part of her bump. “I have no clue, I’ve never dated a man before…unless you want to go to the movies” she smiled rubbing her bump. “Have you thought of any names…” she took a deep breath. “I mean what other names you liked for Milo but didn’t use..”

2:39 AM

@Mr Writes

“Her?” Michael repeated shocked, laughing gently as their drinks finally arrived with an apology for the delay in the water. “I can’t get over the beauty of you rubbing your bump”. He told her. “I liked Charlie for a boy”. Michael nodded. “I like Ava for a girl…” He paused. “Yours?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I haven’t thought of names yet.. not probably. I like Maisie for a girl. But I’m not too sure.” She smiled. “I just have a gut feeling she’s a she’s…” She blushed as he commented on how he enjoyed and found beauty in her rubbing her bump. “I feel self conscious now..” she stopped rubbing it. Smiling at him. @Mr Writes

“Well, mummy’s know best, right?” He smiled. “Conscious because I like it?” He laughed. “Come on, behave yourself”. “Y’know I think the private sun rise in the spa will be so special tomorrow and Sunday morning. Just us. Peaceful”. He smiled. “Plus I get to see you in a bikini” he smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’ve seen me with less..” she smiles at him. “I think it will be a good thing for us too..proper quality time together. We never seem to get any of that.” Without thinking her hand returned to her bump. Only noticing when he smiled at her. @Mr Writes

Michael playfully bit his lower lip. “Don’t remind me”. He smirked. He nodded. He agreed. “It’s crazy isn’t it, we lack this sort of thing. Special one on one time, just to enjoy together”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I wouldn’t change it tho..” she smiled at him. Just as their dinner came. She sat back allowing them to put it down them both. “Thank you” she smiles at the waiter. “You’ve to send a picture of your dinner to Vic and Jamie

3:47 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael took his phone out to take the photo. “You should send her the photo you took of us?” He suggested as she sent it to them in their group chat with the four of them, putting his phone back away afterward. “What are they doing this weekend? When are they going to take that next step?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smirked. “Mhm?” Pretending she didn’t hear the question. When she did know what they were doing. Carla sighed as Michael could tell she knew something. “He’s proposing tonight, they have a private baby scan booked. Finding out the gender…but he’s asked the technician to write ‘Will you marry my mummy’ instead of the gender. And then put the gender one in a private envelope for later…” Carla took a deep breath as she spilled everything

3:55 AM

“You don’t know anything!” She said sternly to him.

3:55 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael leaned forward over his plate. Shock etched across his face. “SHUT UP.” He said in a quiet tone. “Seriously?” He paused. “Oh my God”. He laughed. “Well they aren’t going to care about what my steak looks like are they”. “So you’re not going to send them the photo of us?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I already have… sent her it right after I took it. She thinks I’m the one getting engaged.. little does she know..” “She asked to see our meals…that’s why I said for you to send it” she smiled beginning to eat. @Mr Writes

“oh” he shrugged is her suggestion Vic genuinely wanted to see their meals. “She thinks you’re being proposed to?” He smirked. He shook his head. “I’ve got ideas, but not yet mummy”. He took a bite of his dinner. “We’ll have to talk to her later, if we have time”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla took a breath. “I don’t expect you to propose…ever. You never have to.” She forced a small smile. “We have both, been there. Done that. I don’t think either of us are wanting to rush into it.” “She will likely FaceTime..” she smiled continuing to eat.

4:07 AM

@Mr Writes

They continued to eat as the thoughts of Vic and Jamie stayed fresh. “That’ll be nice to tell her you knew”. Michael laughed. “It would never be because I have to propose. It’s about wanting to.” He paused. Composing himself. “I know I want to. It’s just, when it’s appropriate”. He told her confidently. “You don’t have to say yes” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well one of us is still legal married…so I know you would ask now anyways..” why did it pain her to say it. “I would say yes…I think. I’ve not thought about it in detail. We’re still new..” she only ate half her dinner. “You might not even like me once the babies here..” she shrugged. @Mr Writes

“But when we’re both free to marry again.” He assured her, reaching his hand to her. “I’ll adore you before the babies are here and always after”. He told her. She was right. They were still new. But he knew what he wanted. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We don’t know what the future holds…only hope that’s true.” she looked away from him. Wiping her tear away. Fuck these hormones She knew that she wanted him always, but there’s always the worry that the same thing that happened to Her and Frankie would happen again. @Mr Writes

Michael could sense her worry around the subject. Her fear. He could see her look away to compose herself. He felt hopeless. “Come on”. He smiled, giving her his hand. All I can do it daily, prove to you what this is”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She took his hand. Finishing it hard to look at him. She focused on her bump. “I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of brought any of this up…” She finally looked up at him. “I do love you. With everything I have.” @Mr Writes

Their stare on eachother didn’t break. “I love you. I adore you”. He told her. He sensed she believed him, that she knew it. “Pudding guys?” The waitress asked as she cleared the empty plates from dinner. Michael looked to Carla for her decision. “Does bump want a pudding?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled as she noticed the waiter gush over his comment. “Mhm… yeah go for it. Only if you share one tho.” She rubbed the bump as she looked at him. @Mr Writes

“We’ll share the cheesecake between the 3 of us”. Michael nodded playfully to the waitress. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla shook her head softly with the biggest grin. “Now you’ve pointed it out…I feel like I touch my bump too much…” she added sitting back on her chair. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at her grin. He shook his head. “It can’t be too much”. He paused. “It’s natural for a mother”. He smiled broadly. “Any other close friends I need to eh introduced to?” He asked on the subject of Vic. It seemed he would never meet her parents. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Most of my friends live down south, from where myself and Frankie are from. And a lot of them are also Frankie’s friends. Like Vic.” She shrugged. “My sister..she comes and goes a few times a year. You might meet her..” Carla dropped the sister so nonchalantly @Mr Writes

Michael had learned about Carla’s sister. He smiled to himself. He now had someone to ask for their blessing for a proposal in the future. He had an idea of what he wanted. “Does she know about us? About bump?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“She knows about you..but not bump. She will find out about it on Facebook..” she smiled. The cheesecake came and they got handed two spoons. It said congratulations on the side. “Aw thank you” she smiled up at the waiter. “Did you ask them?” She looked over at him. @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head. “This is the one surprise I’m not responsible for”. He laughed. Once the cheesecake finished, Michael got up from his seat to pay without the ability for Carla to argue against it. He returned. “Drink?” He asked standing infront of her offering her his hand. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We need to pay?” She looked up at him. She had briefly checked her phone while he was away. Her smile was bright. She took his hand standing up with a bit of a groan. “Oh” she toppled slightly on her heels, falling into him. “Sorry” @Mr Writes

“What are you smiling about?” He asked as she put her phone into her handbag. He shook his head, his hand infront of her at the height of the table. “I’ve paid for it”. He smiled. He knew he’d be in trouble for that. His hand held her waistline to steady her. “Maybe no more heels for safety”. He suggested, though that was always her decision. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael Wright!” She looked at him sternly. “I just wobbled, I’m fine.” She held his hand. “Oh just some of my teacher friends from Milo’s school are freaking out over Mrs Evans and the hot dad!” She laughed softly. “I think they haven’t noticed your tagged in the photo…” @Mr Writes

The table next to them looked up as Carla raised her voice toward him. “I’m just not allowed to pay”. Michael said playfully to the table in question. Michael took her hand and they began to walk toward the bar, through the restaurant. He laughed. “I’m the hot dad?” He asked. His ego wanting to hear it. “What about the milf teacher?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laughed softly at him calling her a milf. “I’m too young to be a milf…unless your referring to another teacher..” she looked at him. They got seated at corner booth. Ordering a Mock tail for herself, she looked at Michael. “You can have an Alcoholic drink…” She showed him all the comments on her post. “Can’t believe you bagged the Hot Dad from last year! You go girl! Congratulations on your new job and new family.” “Hot dad 23 bagged Mrs Evans! Jealous. Congrats Mrs, wishing you all the best.” “How did you keep banging the hot dad a secret! Congratulations” “Congratulations to you both! What a secret that was…knew he kept looking at you on sports day! You said you didn’t believe me” @Mr Writes

“maybe tomorrow?” Michael suggested to an alcoholic drink. “I’ll have the same, please”. He nodded to the waiter who left them alone. Michael blushed. “I didn’t know I had a fan club. A following.” He joked. “Nice comments though”. He paused. He silently faced her and pulled her lips to his. His kiss soft and gentle but full of a lot of things. “I love you”. He whispered between another kiss, his right hand resting on her bump. “You are a milf though”. He told her laughing again. “I remember you landing on me on sports day”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She put her phone away. Kissing him back softly. Smiling when he whispered he loved her. “I love you” she kissed him back. Putting her hand over his. “I remember falling on you too..how much I liked you. Fell right down.” She joked, laughing softly. “I remember Her face when it happened. How disgusted she was with me..If I knew- not getting into it.” Carla had cut herself off. She hadn’t spoken much about Amanda due to how she felt when he had announced she was pregnant. @Mr Writes

“I remember for the briefest second having that urge to kiss you. It somehow felt needed. Can you imagine”. He laughed. “Here you go guys, enjoy”. The Waiter left their drinks infront of them. “Cheers baby.” Michael said, lifting his to hers. “To a date night”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Cheers” she smiled shaking her head as she dinged his glass. Taking a sip of her drink she it down. She leaned back against the cushioned booth. Smiling at him. Noticing how he unconsciously was also rubbing the bump. She placed a hand on his thigh. @Mr Writes

“behave”. He mimed silently to her as her hand rested on his thigh. He hadn’t noticed his hand was gently caressing her bump until that point, though he hadn’t stopped. “When you left for a wee earlier. That dress is so nicely fitted that your thong was staring at me”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Maybe I shouldn’t wear one next time.” She smirked at him. Leaning in kissing him again. “I am behaving, your not.” She added. Taking another sip of her drink. @Mr Writes

He let her kiss him again. “I said behave”. He whispered against her lips again as she suggested not wearing one next time. He squeezed her breasts with the other hand, his right still gently circling her bump, he knew she liked being groped in public. “These look good in the dress too”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked round, turning her back to the bar area. Pulling her boobs out of the dress. Flashing him because putting them away again. She laughed softly. “This is me without a drink..” she smirked. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and bit his lower lip. The flash was quick and innocent but he saw enough. “They’re a bloody good set aren’t they”. He smirked. He knew she was proud of them. “I’ve not had the ability to get you drunk”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Let’s hope they stay good” she added. “Nope, you knocked me up first…” she laughed softly, fixing herself. “We will have our time…” @Mr Writes

“maybe we could turn this into our special place? Come back once a year?” He suggested, his hand entwined with hers as they continued their drinks. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at him. Sipping her drink through the straw. “I like that idea..” she leaned over kissing him. “Promise” She smiled as he promised. She finished her drink not much later before waiting for him. “Bump wants to go to bed, and have daddy bump time..” she smirked at him. @Mr Writes

Michael pushed himself out of the booth and to the other side to help her out and up onto her feet again in her heels. “Come on then trouble”. He linked her arm into his. They thanked the receptionist as they walked past and entered the elevator. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Are you calling me trouble or them?” She walked with him to the lift, resting her head on his shoulder as they waited for their floor. Getting out they made their way to their room. Vic phoning as they entered the room. Carla sat on the edge of the bed, listening to all of the details she already knew. “I’m so happy for you Vic. Give me one second!” She put the phone down. Shimming out of her dress. She still had her heels on as she got onto the bed.

6:32 AM

@Mr Writes

“I can’t decide who’s the trouble maker yet”. Michael joked as they made their way to the room. “Baby, they’re engaged!” Carla called out to Michael who was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Michael came out of the bathroom fully undressed and naked, making his way to his duffel bag for a new pair of underwear, as he saw the view from the bed. His lover laid across the bed against her pillows, her black heels matching her bra and thong, her ankles visible between the straps. He shook his head approvingly at the view. Her dress in a pile next to her on the floor. He stopped walking toward his bag. Smirk across his lips at the view. Facing her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla noticed him coming out of the bathroom, naked. It was a sight she saw often but today. Tonight. It made her soaked with the thought of things. How Vic was on FaceTime, he was walking around like that. Although when he noticed what she was wearing he stopped, watching her. Without saying anything to him, she spread her legs. Still talking away to Vic about her day. “Yeah my day was good, it’s been very chilled.” As she spoke to Vic, she moved her thong to one side. Giving him an amble viewing. Carla then began to play with herself. Keeping a straight face as much as possible while on the phone

6:50 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael’s gaze stayed fixated to her as he stood in the middle of the room. She was so calm and nonchalant, talking about her day, or the engagement as her legs spread before him, her thong pushed toward her left thigh as her fingers began to tease their way between her wet lips. His gaze remained glued for a moment as he stayed still and motionless. His cock could be seen growing without a touch, just the view. He bit his lower lip. Continuing to just watch and listen. “We had a lovely dinner”. Carla said so calmly again. Vic had no idea. “Don’t stop.” Michael mimed silently. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla trailed her fingers up her body, leaving her own trail. She pulled her boobs out of her bra once again before continuing to attended to her clit. “Oh Michael is just about to get into the shower” she said to Vic. “Where’s Jamie? Oh - Hi. Congratulations Jamie” Carla was now speaking to Michael’s bestfriend on the phone while fingering herself. @Mr Writes

“deeper”. Michael again mimed silently, his eyes glued to her fingers. His own hand wrapped around his cock. He began to gently stroke himself, a very, very slow pace. Jamie thanked Carla for her congratulations and for keeping it a secret. He asked about the spa. “Amazing. Michael’s booked me a facial for the morning”. She told him. Jamie handed the phone back to Vic shortly after. “Tell her you got your boobs out at the bar”. Michael whispered from across the room. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You did what!” Vic gasped through the phone, clearly hearing Michael. “I did, it was spur of the moment.” Carla pushed her fingers in deeper. “Fuck” she said out loud. “Oh heartburn..” she covered up her near incident. “It’s a fucker isn’t it!” Vic commenfed

7:17 AM

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7:17 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael couldn’t contain his grinned smirk as she heard him. Carla’s moan and save got Michael’s hand to speed up for a brief moment. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. All of her. Her breasts away from her bra, her fingers to the left of her thong deep between her pussy, her attempts to hide moans. Her heels against her ankles. “I fucking love you”. He mimed. He had one more command for her. He said it silently. Slowly for her to understand it without Vic hearing. “Tell. Her. I. Made. You. Cum.” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla shook her head no. Half listening to vic chatting about her plans for tonight. And how they were having a boy. “Oh that’s sweet. You’d be a great boy mum.” Carla added another finger in. “Babe I gtg, Michael made me cum right before dinner and I have to pay my debt…see you” she hung up the phone. Letting out a moan she couldn’t keep in anymore. “Fuck me..” @Mr Writes

Michael smirked as Carla explained before immediately hanging up, her third finger disappeared under her bump. Michael took a step back, his hand still caressing his cock at the view. He shook his head. “No.” He bit his lip as she moaned, urging him to fuck her. He stroked himself as she stepped toward her. “Not yet…” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla took the hand that was free of his, placing it on her breast. As she continued to finger herself. Beginning to focus on her clit more. Rubbing soft circles. Michael was close enough for her to reach over, and play with his balls as he pleasured himself. “Daddy” she moaned looking up at him.

7:51 AM

@Mr Writes

Her moan of his pet name echoed the bedroom. The sound of her wet pussy against her fingers made him look at her in a trance. “Mummy…” he moaned, arching his neck, his stare finally breaking as her nails dug into his balls. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smirked up at him as their eyes met once again. “Mummy wants daddy to cum, I want you to cum on me..” her focus on him as she continued to moan as she attended to herself. @Mr Writes

Michael’s hand around his cock was beginning to show signs of a rhythm as she spoke to him, as she moaned and attended to her own desires. I want you to keep going. I want to watch you all the way through”. He told her, biting his lip. Michael’s eyes started to explore her body. Where to finish. @Mrs Writes 💓

She done as she was told. Continuing to finger herself going between that and her clit. She was getting close to her own climax. “Daddy please” she fondled his balls more as she tried to stop herself from cumming. Her plan failed, as she moans loudly. Cumming with a slight tremble to her legs. “Oh Michael” she moaned out. @Mr Writes

Carla’s moans for daddy. Her begs before she finally gave in, filling their hotel room with the moaning of his name as her legs trembled. Miraculously, Michael wasn’t quite done yet. He was close, of course he was. How couldn’t he be? But not yet. “I want to taste it” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla got to her knees, taking out her fingers. Dripping in her cum. She gave him her hand. Allowing him to suck her fingers clean. Allowing him to taste her. She moaned softly, watching her fingers as he sucked them. Her lip bitten.

9:07 AM

@Mr Writes

Carla’s breasts dripped over her bump as she sat up on the bed on her knees, her moan as he sucked her fingers edging him closer with the palm of his hand. “Baby.” Michael’s panting now. “Where can I finish?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla lay back down. Her legs at either side of him. She smirked up at him. “Anywhere..” she moved her hands over her bump and her breasts. “Cum for mummy daddy” @Mr Writes

Carla’s whole front was on show and available to him. He bit his lower lip as she urged him to finish. It just felt right. He tensed his body as his climax arrived. Arching his neck he moaned her name. “Carla. Baby…” he said as his load collided with her bump, hitting her wrist too. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla giggled as he came over her. Smiling up at him as she sat up. Rubbing his cum over the bump, before scooping some up with her index finger. Sucking it off with a moan. “Thank you daddy” @Mr Writes

Michael watched in a surprised awe for a moment as she playfully rubbed his cum over her bump, sucking and swallowing a small amount. He bit his lip as she thanked him. Shaking his head. “How do you do it”. “Go and get that butt in that shower” @Mrs Writes 💓

“How do I do what?” She asked holding her hand out for him to help her off the bed. “Are you showering with me?” She leaned up at him. Kissing him softly, passionately. Her sticky bump sticking to him. “Oops now you need too..” @Mr Writes

“Make everything so effortlessly irresistible and delightful”. He smiled as she helped her up onto her feet. He laughed. “I guess I am now”. He shrugged, walking them both to the bathroom. The shower was a large, walk in with a bath if wanted. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla took a minute to take everything in. “Wow. I want one of these in our next home..” she commented, turning on the shower to suit her temperature. Which is sadly more his now she can’t have roasting hot showers. “Vic totally knew something was happening” she turned to Micheal.

2:45 AM

@Mr Writes on

“Impressive isn’t it”. Michael agreed as he stepped into the shower, the temperature for once not scalding, the way Carla usually enjoys it. Michael nodded. He wanted their forever home to be a project that they can mould into what they want and need. “Your dream bathroom.” “Why did she think she knew?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She got into the shower, shuffling next to Micheal. “It’s freezing in here” she smiled up at him. Running her hands gently over his pecks and shoulders. “do you ever see us moving” @Mr Writes

They washed eachother, their touch and love clear to eachother they each knew they adored the other. “I do see us moving”. He nodded as she applied conditioner to her hair. “I think we can stay where we are with one child. If or when we have a second, we’d need somewhere bigger”. He suggested. “Have you ever thought about it?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“We already have one child…we’re having our second.” She looked up at him. “I have thought about it, I still think you hold back a lot at home because it was mine first. Although I don’t think I could ever get rid of the house…we might need to rent.” @Mr Writes

“Milo’s not permanently with us though, y’know what I mean?” Michael pondered his answer as he reached to hand her a towel. “You think we should move sooner?” Michael asked wrapping himself up in his own towel. “You’d want to keep your place and rent a new one?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No I want to rent our place the now. And build our own house.” She took the towel off him. Wrapping it round herself. “Not right now, when we have another one. If. When.” She looked at him. She admired him drying himself. “Michael would you ever want to have Milo full time?” She asked

3:37 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael nodded at her idea. It made sense. Then they could have the income from the rent of their current place & give themselves their dream home too. “If we needed to have him, or if Milo wanted to come to us full time. Or if Amanda decided”. He paused. “What are your thoughts?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You know I love him like my own” she smiles at him. Sitting on the bed in her towel. “He may or may not have a climbing frame coming on Monday for you to build…” she added with a grin. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled warmly. “I know you do”. Michael burst into laughter. “Oh fucking hell. You kept that purchase quiet didn’t you”. He shook his head. “The poor boy is spoilt by you”. He smiled. “Thank you”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Technically…Frankie paid for half. I still have my joint card credit card with him.” She admitted making a face. “I know, I know. I’ll be a big girl and get my own..” she smiled “you do not have to thank me, I just want him to feel loved as much as I do” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed unimpressed with Carla’s admittance that she still uses the credit card that Frankie shared. “He’ll notice & then you’ll be in trouble!” He warned her. Though of course he hoped that wouldn’t be the case. “You’re both loved. I like to think you both already know that”. He paused with a smirk. “Maybe I’ll buy you some more beauty bits to confirm it too?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’d like to see him try to give me into trouble..” she smirked. “I don’t get into trouble…” she dried herself off. Going to her suitcase. Taking out her pjs. “I don’t need anything to know I’m loved.” She turned round to face him. “Do I have to wear pjs? It’s roasting in here” @Mr Writes

“No”. Michael’s laughter rang round the room again. “No baby, you never get into trouble.” He said playfully. Thinking of multiple reasons why she does. His laughter broke and a smirk appeared across his cheeks. “You know the answer to that question”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smirked. Rubbing the bump with both hands as she stood in-front of him. “Bump is too hot…” “See I can’t get into trouble when I have the bump to excuse me” she winked at him. She stood in between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. “That waitress was gushing over you talking about the baby.” @Mr Writes

Michael shook is head disapprovingly as she pinned the blame onto the bump. His hands held her waistline as she stood between his legs at the edge of their huge hotel room bed. “What makes you think that? Could you tell?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“She bit her lip at one point.” She laughed softly. “I was also gushing over you anyways” she smiled down at him. “I always am” She tried not to yawn, as she looked away from him. “How early do we have to get up?” @Mr Writes

Michael smiled broadly. “Christ I have an effect on all these women eh”. He smirked teasingly. He reached for his phone, keeping her locked between his legs. “Sunrise is…” he looked. “Half past 6…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Why am I still awake then!” She looked down at him. “I need- bump needs their sleep” she grinned, messing with him. “Come on daddy, time for bed” she escaped his legs, going round her side of the bed. Getting into bed, she moved a few times to get comfy. Before pulling him closer. Putting his hand on the bump. @Mr Writes

Michael’s left hand wrapped around her waist & rested on her bump, his right hand held her hand above her pillow next to her head. “Our first full day to relax tomorrow”. He whispered into her ear as he kissed her cheek. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla relaxed into him. “Mhm, I can’t wait. However I’ve found that this relaxes me too.. just us.” She smiles softly. Carla took a breath. “Can you not feel them moving? It’s such a strange feeling.” She smiled going quiet. Her mind wandering to her thoughts. She didn’t realise her smile had turned almost into a frown. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded against the back of her head. This quiet, alone time together relaxed and calmed him too. They did so well in eachothers company. “I can feel that yeah”. He said with a smile. “I’ve never been able to before”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Hearing him speak broke her away from her thoughts. She turned laying on her back. Looking up at him. “Do you get sick of me talking about the baby…?” She teared up as she spoke. “Like I’m experiencing this for the first time but your not. Is it annoying you.” “I know I’m not allowed to be sad over the fact you’ve experienced a baby kicking before. But I can’t help it.” She placed her hand over his on the bump. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled as she rolled onto her back and bravely told him how she felt, what she was thinking. He shook his head. “No. I’ve never done it with you before have I.” He told her excitedly. “How can the mother of my child be annoying?” He asked. “This journey with you is fun and exciting, not annoying”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She reached up with her hand that was over the bump. “Baby” she caressed his cheek. Feeling his stubbly chin. “You’ve done it all with her tho. I would understand if you found it annoying..” @Mr Writes

Michael melted in the silence as she called him her ‘baby’ so calmly, her touch light and gentle. “I’d rather do this again and again with you Carla”. He whispered. “You’re far from annoying”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled through her tears, pulling him down to her. Planting a soft kiss on his lips. Barely parting from one another as she pulled him in for another. “I love you. Thank you for being patient with Me” she smiled softly up at him.

9:51 PM

@Mr Writes

Michael felt her tear against his cheek as their lips pressed for a second time. It was his job to be patient and help her. “I love you”. He told her in a way she knew to be true. A smile broke out from her lips, spreading her cheeks in the soft light coming in through the gap in the curtains in the window. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla’s smile turned into a smirk. “You done this to yourself…” she whispered pushing him back onto his back. She got up, straddling him. Running her hands through the hairs on his chest with a bitten lip. “You know you can’t just kiss me anymore..” she giggled softly, bending down kissing him. Slowly, passionately. Over and over. @Mr Writes

Michael absolutely adored her confident side, the side of her that made her take the lead just like this. Her smirk was always a warning that it was imminent, her telltale sign. Her lips were constant and passionate as her body hung over him. “I want you all weekend…” he told her as his hands held her hips as she pinned against him. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael” she moaned softly as he told her he wanted her all weekend. Carla looked down at him. Before finding his lips again. She made out with him as she began to slowly move her hips against him. Wanting him to feel the wetness and warmth she had over him. @Mr Writes

“Carla” Michael moaned, mirroring her playfully as her hips began to gently grind against his waistline, his cock stood to attention with ease as she continued control and command over him. Her wet, warm & demanding lips brushing his skin. He had made his mind up. He wasn’t going to accelerate anything, that was for her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael” she moaned again, this time against his lips with a small laugh at the end. Feeling him grow told her what she needed to know. She lifted her hips slightly, moving one hand down to feel him. Guiding him between her lips. Soaking him in her wetness before allowing him to so easily slip into her. As he slipped in, her other hand gripped his chest. She looked down at him with another smirk. @Mr Writes

Her smirk grew as she realised how in awe he was in her ability and crave to take control tonight, giving them both what they want. Eachother. Both his hands reached out and squeezed, groped and explored her breasts. “One day you’ll know how sexually crazy you make me”. He whispered as her hips’ rhythm didn’t slip once. @Mrs Writes 💓

She followed his hands with her eyes, biting her lip down at him as he explored her breasts. “Why one day…why not now?” She leaned down kissing him as she continued to keep the pace she had mastered. A soft moan vibrates against his lips as the kissed. @Mr Writes

She continued to bite her lip, her eyes travelling his hands at her breasts. Her kisses were relentless as she bounced gently, seductively against his legs. “I’ve never had a woman, so easily, so simply have me like butter on a knife just to be with her. For any reason. Sex. Love. A quiet night. A simple shopping trip. I guess this is what ‘obsessed about everything’ is”. He shrugged, kissing her back, though his lips had passion. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla pressed her forehead against his, smiling down at him as she spoke. Her hair falling around them, creating their own little private place within the room. Within the moment. “I’m obsessed about you too, in a healthy way” she smiled as her lips found his once more. She allowed her pace to change ever so slightly as she readjusted herself

11:38 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael and Carla shared a private moment between something so pure and lustful. Michael moved a strand of hair behind her left ear, staring at her before kissing her again. “Bend over?” He begged suggestively. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Bend over?” She repeated looking down at him. Carla’s pace slowed ever so slightly as she figured out his request. “Like this? Or..” Carla placed her hands on each of his legs. Arching herself back. Giving him a full view of her changing body. Pulling at his cock inside her just enough for it to remain pleasurable

11:43 AM

@Mr Writes

Carla looked like a gymnast, a flexible personal trainer for a moment as she placed herself in a position Michael had never seen before. The view was stunning. Her whole body in one viewing place. “That wasn’t what I had in mind” he paused biting his bottom lip. “But it’s a fucking good suggestion” he smirked, laughter leaving his lips. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled down at him. Continuing to move her hips, sliding herself up and down the length of him. “Uh-huh” she utter back. Beginning to support herself with only one hand on one of his legs as she started to pleasure her clit too. Rubbing small sensual circles on it as she locked eyes with Michael.

11:48 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael moaned and bit his lower lip. He had front row seats to them having sensual sex, while she pleasured herself. His hand reached out for her, though she was out of reach, just adding to the playful nature of their lustful love for eachother. “Please be careful. I can’t hold on like this”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Is daddy scared I’m going to hurt myself” she looked down at him. “I’m a big girl daddy…” her smile changed from a smile to a smirk. As her pace for a bit quicker. Her smile broke as she moaned, the pace she kept her fingers at had increased to. “Fuck, Michael” @Mr Writes

Michael moaned as she called out for him. He shook his head. Her seductive tone and the use of the word daddy was all tactical from her. “I meant, I can’t hold on without finishing, if you carry on like this”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla didn’t verbally answer him. Instead she winked at him, continuing to pleasure herself as she rode him. Carla’s moans got louder as she brought herself close to her own finish. “I’m going to cum” she bit her lip mid moan

11:59 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael flung himself toward her as she couldn’t help telling the whole hotel she was close to climax. “Turn. Over”. He smirked, slapping her hips as he turned her onto all fours, admiring the view for a second. “I miss that ass…” he told her, pulling her hair to arch her back toward him as he stretched her legs apart, sliding himself immediately back between her moistening, imminent pussy. @Mrs Writes 💓

The quickness of him flipping her over. Before she could protest giving her reign over to him, he was buried deep inside her. Picking up the same rhythm she had as he thrusted into her. “Fuck” she moaned out as he forced her to arch backward towards him. @Mr Writes

The sound of his hips slapping against her backside as she began to tense her body, her climax imminent. She buried her head into the pillow infront of her as she called out for him. The grip he held on her waistline became immediately firmer at this point, unable to control his own climax. He panted into a moan, slapping her ass playfully. “Don’t move”. He told her, his own rhythm keeping the same as his cum filled her, clashing against her own before the drip onto the bedsheets. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla obeyed him. Not moving as his climax hit its peak. Her own climax beginning as his did. She screamed it o the pillow infront of her. Feeling him fill her for the last time tonight. She waited for his grip to loosen before moving away from the pillow. Allowing him time to slowly pull out of her. She turned to face him. “I have to pee..again.” She got out of bed, walking to the bathroom naked. Feeling a mixture of his and her cum trail down her leg as she did so. @Mr Writes

Michael sat on the edge of the bed as she closed the bathroom door behind her to pee and clean up. They swapped as she reopened the door. He shook his head playfully as they walked past eachother. “I still don’t know how you do it”. He paused, washing his hands. “Walking to the bathroom naked with cum dripping down your thigh never looked so good”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Do wha-“ she laughed softly hearing him explain. “I don’t mean to make it look good…if that helps.” Carla got into bed, trying to get comfy. “I have been looking at those pregnancy pillows…would you share a bed with me still if I bought one.” @Mr Writes

Michael joined her in bed, turning off the light and cuddling up closer to her. He nodded against the back of her head. “Yeah of course. I’ll even steal it”. He laughed. “Some pregnant women kick their men out of bed. They want the space to themselves”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled feeling him come up close behind her. She pulled him in by the arm she wrapped around her. “I wouldn’t do that to you…I might if you steal my pillow.” She laughed softly. Carla yawned. It wasn’t long before sleep fell over them both. They were up early in the morning to watch the sunrise. @Mr Writes

Michael’s alarm went off at 05:45, they both jolted at the sound, they woke up as they fell asleep, in eachothers arms inches away from eachother. Michael stretched, his legs pushing against hers. “Sure you wanna go down?” He joked. Pushing himself to the edge of the bed before pushing himself to his feet and the bathroom to wash his face. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla groaned and rolled over closing her eyes again as he washed his face. “Why does sunrise have to be so early.” She protested before peeking one eye opened. She smiled sleeply as she saw him looking down at her. “What are you looking at?” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. His thoughts were the same. Why did he sign up for this? Why is sunrise so early? Carla peered at him from the bed, covered by the covers. “It’s just nice to experience this together. I’m not allowed to want to smile and look at you at half five in the morning?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Not unless you have food” she laughed, finally stretching before getting up. “Ugh, I’m up.” She smacked his bum on the way to the bathroom. Coming out moments later wearing her bikini for the day. The bump on show to everyone. “Do you think I need to cover this up?” @Mr Writes

12:29 PM

Michael’s hand immediately held her bump as she paraded herself to him. “I’d rather you didn’t”. He smirked as her hand slapped his naked bum. “Whoa, I’m not ready yet”. Michael grabbed a black pair of swim shorts and a t-shirt, to match her black swimsuit, he picked the complimentary towel off the back of the door, wrapping himself in it before opening the door for the pregnant love of his life. “Let’s go and see what the sunrise looks like from the spa” he took her hand. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla slipped on a silk black cover up. Just to walk down to the spa in. She followed his lead, holding his hand tightly as they quietly made their way down. “How did you hear about this place again?” @Mr Writes

The hotel was silent still, other than the hussle of chefs and waitresses readying for breakfast. “I saw it on Instagram”. He laughed as they walked into the spa’s reception. “Good morning you too”. She smiled. “Take your way through”. He said, looking at the time on her watch. “Doors will open at 7am, so you’ve got a little under an hour together”. She smiled. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla followed him in. “It’s still dark outside..” she pointed out the obvious as she dropped her robe off her shoulders, putting it over the back of the lounger. She allowed Micheal to get in first, since he now was in full swing of making sure the showers weren’t hot, swimming baths weren’t heated and that her mock tails didn’t have alcohol in them. He was daddy tester. She dipped her toe in before committing to her feet before slowly submerging herself upto her chest.

12:12 AM

@Mr Writes

“that’s why we’re here”. He laughed. “To watch the sunrise”. Michael have her a nod that the temperature of the water was fine for her to come in. He felt like a bouncer, making sure she was safe before she did anything. The pool went from indoor to out via a connecting sliding door in the water. Michael pressed the button and open it went. “Shall we?” He asked, the cool morning air caught his breath. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla followed him, “after you” she said, smiling as his breath turned to fog. “Is it cold out there?” She asked before moving any further forward. Hearing his response before he turned his back to her, she moved to him. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I was in a pool” @Mr Writes

Michael took her hand behind him and they walked against the water to the back end of the pool, leaning up against the wall of it as they caught their breath. He laughed. “Even with the warm water it’s still cold on my shoulders!” His breath still a fog. “Water is good for a bump, takes the weight”. He told her. “No more boring doctor talk” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

She must of glanced at him when he spoke about the weight of the bump as he added the comment no more doctor talk. “You know I love doctor talk…but today your just daddy” she smiled leaning in kissing him. “Always just daddy in fact” she whispered against his lip. @Mr Writes

“Behave”. He kissed her lips as she whispered millimetres from him. The sun began to rise behind the trees in the horizon. “Isn’t it pretty. It’s calming”. He shrugged as he held her against him. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I am behaving. You are always daddy” she pointed to the bump. She felt him pull her in closer to him. “It’s very pretty, you can hear your own thoughts here.” She smiled “I love the sunrise” @Mr Writes

“What thoughts can you hear?” Michael asked, ignoring playfully her gesture to him always being daddy. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What thoughts?” She looked at him confused. “What. The. Fuck.” She laughed “that’s what I hear” @Mr Writes

“You said you can hear your own thoughts”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I didn’t mean literally, well maybe I did. I don’t know” she laughed with him. She turned around, wrapping her arms around him. She gently brushed her lips against his “I hear, how did I get so lucky. He probably is thinking of other girls. My body is changing at a rapid pace and I’m worried he will loose interest.” She sighs softly “that’s my inner thoughts currently.” @Mr Writes

He held her waistline below the water as her arms wrapped around him. A smile grew as she explained her luck. How she worried about how he saw her or what he felt about her. None of it was accurate. But, he understood her thought, given how she felt. “Do I need to tell you again how I love you and am obsessed?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

She nodded up to him. “I think you do” her smile turned into a smirk before she bite her lip as she listened to him. She knew he loved her but worried all the same. @Mr Writes

He smiled, watching her own smile turn to a smirk. “I love you”. He told her in a soft whisper against her lips before releasing. “I worship you and your body. I adore how you make me feel. I am so lucky I get to look at you”. He told her. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled against his lips, her lips brushing against his as she done so. “I love you more” she replied back. A soft giggle could be heard as he listed a few things he adored and loved about her. “Oh you only to look at me now…damm should of told your past self that last night… he done wayyy more than looked at me” she rested her head on his shoulder as she listened to the silence of the pool which was disturbed by his laughter. A laughter she could never get enough off. “What is so funny?” She asked looking up at him. @Mr Writes

Michael’s laughed bounced off the water, echoed the silent morning as her head lay on his shoulder, shuddering as he laughed. “You”. He paused. “You’re what’s funny!” He told her. “I would always do more than just look at you” he told her lovingly. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked up at him. Smiling softly as the sun began to rise. “I’m not funny” she laughed softly. “Michael, I love you” she ran her wet hands through his hair.

3:54 AM

@Mr Writes

Her wet hands and fingers explored his hair as the sun finally hit their skin, piercing the horizon. Michael held her weight below the water as her waist clung to him. “I love you” he told her, his tone of voice in no uncertain terms she knew it was factual. “You look delicious in that bathing suit”. He told her subtly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I look delicious” she smiled shaking her head. “I’ve never been told I look delicious before” she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “It makes me sad that from here on you will only be able to lift me in water…because someone got me fat” @Mr Writes

Michael smirked. Shaking his head as a playful grin appeared. “Get back upstairs and I’ll prove I can lift you up outside of water”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself” she said smiling at him. She turned her head to look at the sun that had now appeared the water turning an orange shade. @Mr Writes

He shook his head before he held her tightly as they both enjoyed the relaxing, calm view and silence of their alone time in the spa. “Don’t forget your facial before we have dinner”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Don’t you worry, I’m looking forward to a proper facial…” she smirked at him. “Not that yours aren’t…okay.” She couldn’t help but allow a soft laugh to escape her. @Mr Writes

They both laughed as the sun got higher and higher. “I don’t have anything I can say to that”. He laughed still. He pulled her back into his chest and whispered against her ear. “We could fool around in here tomorrow y’know…” @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed, moving her shoulder up to her ear as he whispered “mhm…you think?” She rubbed her bump under the water as she leaned against him. “Wouldn’t that be risky…your not the quietest” she smirked

4:19 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael squeezed her breasts over her bathing suit. Something he knew she adored. “You’re hardly a silent woman…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Excuse you” she gasped. “Your louder, which I don’t complain about..” she bit her lower lip as he squeezed and fondled with her breasts. Tilting her head back to his shoulder. @Mr Writes

“Nobody’s said I complain about the noise you make”. He smirked as he squeezed her breasts a second time, firmer. He head rested on his shoulder gently. @Mrs Writes 💓

“People are going to be allowed in soon” she whispered. Feeling his grip again. “Your teasing me..” she huffed out. @Mr Writes

He nodded. She felt his nod against the back of her head as she rested against his shoulder still. “I am. I’m sorry”. He apologised playfully. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Don’t be sorry, just do something about it” she whispered to him softly. She turned to face him. “Come on…let’s go” @Mr Writes

“Go?..” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Our private time is nearly up…you’ve riled your pregnant girlfriend up. Let’s go” she said the last part more sternly. She exited the pool from the stairs. Her butt jiggling as the weight of the water left her. The bottom of her swimsuit more of a thong style. Her ass cheeks in his view.

4:31 AM

@Mr Writes

The last words to leave her lips sounded less like a suggestion or request, more of a demand. He watched her exit the pool. Her ass inviting him. Her curvaceous figure helped by her bathing suit riding her cheeks. He pulled himself from the pool, grabbed a towel and his dressing gown and struggled to catch her up. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had taken her dressing gown slipping it on as she waited for him. “Fuck, I didn’t realise how heavy the bump acc was until I got out of the water” she rubbed her bump looking at him. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as they waited for the elevator back to their floor. “I’m craving something…” he told her, a smirk across his lips as they entered the lift. @Mrs Writes 💓

“About time” she said as they got into the lift. “What are you craving?” Baby brain was in full swing, anything was going over her head. @Mr Writes

Carla faced the mirror of the lift, fixing her wet ponytail as Michael held her close to him. His right hand caressed and stroked at her ass cheeks at the thong like line the water had created. “I’m craving this”… @Mrs Writes 💓

“My ass?” She looked at him in the mirror. A nervous laugh escaped her. “You know I’m not a fan of it…” she turned to face him. “Unless you really really want to” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded as their eyes met in the mirror. The door opening to their floor. “I really want it. But, I’m not putting my girl into anything she doesn’t want”. He grabbed her hand. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No no it’s fine. Let’s do it..” she took his hand. “You really want it, just once” she took the hotel key out of her pocket, handing it to him. @Mr Writes

Carla sounded convincing enough that he swung open their door, pulling her inside lustfully before closing it again. He pinned her against the closed door and turned her round to face it, pulling the shoulder straps off of her one piece and releasing her breasts. He squeezed her breasts as they fell. “Don’t. Move” he told her against her ear. He returned with a tube of lube. “I packed it just incase”. He smirked, a smirk she couldn’t see. “Do the honours?” He suggested as his swim shorts fell to the ground. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No, this is your treat.. you do the honours. Please” she rolled her eyes. Knowing she had put herself in this situation. Thankful he couldn’t see her face. @Mr Writes

Michael squeezed lube into the palm of his hand, stroking it over his hard cock. “Strawberry…” he smirked, presenting Carla with a finger from behind her playfully. He pulled the fabric of her bathing suit to the left and pushed his cock gently between her cheeks. “When does baby get her treat?” he asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla bit her lip, “mhm lovely…” she was mentally preparing herself for this. It was something she wouldn’t usually do but always felt guilty saying no to him. It was one of her worse traits, the reason she was in her unhappy marriage for so long. “I don’t need-“ she cut herself off as she bite on her lip so hard it bled “ow” she whispered out

5:05 AM

@Mr Writes

Her demeanour had changed. One from itching for sex, to sheepish but willing to please her man. She felt good around his pulsating, eager manhood. “You deserve though…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I don’t want anything” her tone stern, her teacher voice bleeding through. “I’m fine.” @Mr Writes

Michael nibbled her ear and squeezed at her breasts as her stern, frosty tone of voice shone through. He was embarrassingly close to climaxing. Perhaps it was the curse of finally having anal sex with the woman who’s butt he worshiped so much. @Mrs Writes 💓

12:06 AM

Michael had her pinned against the closed door. He pulled her hair as cum dripped between the back of her thighs. “I couldn’t control it”. He told her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla almost sighed with relief. “It’s fine” she said, her hair still wet from the pool. “Well then” she pushed past him as he pulled out of her. Going to the bathroom. @Mr Writes

The bathroom door locked and the water for the shower turned on. Carla reappeared wrapped in her towel and drying. “I’ll take a shower too”. Michael shrugged. The atmosphere was cold. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was lost in her own thoughts. Changing into a chilled outfit. Her bump was steadily growing. She was looking at it in the mirror as he came back. “When is my facial again?” @Mr Writes

Michael pulled up the email on his phone. “Half nine”. He told her. Then a day to relax I guess” he shrugged. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked back at him in the mirror. “Okay.” She got ready to head out. Becoming out of breath quicker as she put on her shoes. “What are you doing while I’m away?” @Mr Writes

Michael watched as she struggled to put her shoes on. Normally she would ask for his help. “I’ll take a shower and wait for you here. When you’re back we can go down together?” He suggested his plan. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Okay” Carla replied as she finally got her shoe on. “Well I’ll see you after it.” She stood up, straightening her jumpsuit out. Carla went down to the spa, after her treatment she had phoned Vic to talk things over as she walked back to the room. “Oh Victoria, you know I can’t say no. I gave him the choice, and he made the decision. So I can’t be mad, or upset really - but it was so uncomfortable. The only good thing was it was over in a matter of minutes” Vic- “You have to talk to him Car. Come on. This is the same issue you had in your marriage. You allow people to walk all over you. Your a fucking teacher, you wouldn’t dare let a child walk over you, and you say no to them. Micheal isn’t going to leave you if you say no!”

10:56 PM

@Mr Writes

Michael heard the rumbling of Carla’s voice approaching along the corridor before her voice stayed stationary just outside the door. She was talking to someone, but could only hear her voice. She must have been on the phone. He could hear part of the conversation. “I know he’s not going to leave me, I just want to please him, but it doesn’t please me”. She said. @Mrs Writes 💓

Victoria- “Then be honest. Just talk to him!” “I can’t! Because I am scared he’s going to leave me. I feel like our whole relationship has been me me me, it needs to start being more about him. If this is what he likes…I’ll just have to put up with it. Even tho my back is fucking breaking Victoria.” Carla finally reached her room door. “Look I have to go- speak to you soon. Be careful please” she ended the phone call as she opened the door. “Hey” she avoided eye contact. @Mr Writes

Carla entered the room and closed the door behind her. Her atmosphere toward him hadn’t changed during her treatment. He’d thought he’d heard enough of her conversation to understand the reasoning. “How was it?” He asked, making conversation between the two of them. More than they’d had since they left the sunrise spa. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Fine, it’s was lovely.- thank you” she smiled, going to the wardrobe picking out an outfit for dinner. “Little one moved throughout all of it” she added. “What are you wearing tonight?” She finally looked at him. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed hearing their baby moved throughout her treatment. “Sounds like they enjoyed your ability to relax for an hour too”. He suggested with a smile. “Hmmm…” Michael walked to his wardrobe. “A shirt maybe? Check trousers maybe?” He paused. “What are you thinking?” “Who was on the phone?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I have no clue.” She looked up at him as he asked the question. “Victoria…she was checking in.” Carla cleared her throat. “They have their gender reveal for their families today. She picked a blue dress and I told her that it gives it away. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed again. Nodding. “Yeah, she should wear something neutral!” He agreed. “Why are you scared I’ll leave you?” He asked, wrapping an arm around her waist as she stared into her wardrobe still. @Mrs Writes 💓

11:52 PM

Michael laughed again. Nodding. “Yeah, she should wear something neutral!” He agreed. “Why are you scared I’ll leave you?” He asked, wrapping an arm around her waist as she stared into her wardrobe still. @Mrs Writes 💓

She tensed slightly at the question. “What?” She heard him. She didn’t realise he could hear her coming up the corridor. “I’m always afraid that you’ll leave me…you can blame Frankie for that. I just… I was just saying to Victoria that since the start of our relationship, and even more so when I told you about the baby, I feel like you focus on me. My pleasure. My health. I was just saying to Victoria that I had to start doing more for you and your pleasure. Or you’ll leave…” @Mr Writes

Michael held her for a moment as she explained. “Is this about this morning?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla sighed “Yeah. It’s okay, it wasn’t that bad. You enjoyed it…that’s what mattered.” She turned her head round to him, smiling softly. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled at her as he pondered his reply. He’d heard her worries. “You are my focus, so yes, I focus on you. Your needs. Your wants. Your health. Your pleasure.” He paused to move some hair behind her ear. “But you give me all those things, perhaps it seems like you give it less because it can be all you a lot of the time, but I get it all from you”. He paused again. “You give me happiness and love. You give me pleasure. Just because I like anal sex, doesn’t mean you should do it. You should own it. Tell me no”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She teared up slightly “I don’t have to tell you no…it’s okay from time to time.” She smiled. “I can put up with it every so often, it’s only fair.” She looks away “I just want to focus on you more…I don’t need it all the time. Never going to be a good wife one day if I don’t” @Mr Writes

Michael smiled as she showed her vulnerability. “But Vic’s right. I’m not going to leave you because you don’t enjoy something”. He Told her calmly. “You don’t think you focus on me enough?” He asked shrugging. “This weekend is for both of us”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Which you have planned fully” she looked at him. “I just want to try harder. Okay?” She turned back round to the wardrobe, looking through her clothes. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled and nodded, releasing her waist from his hand as she turned back to her choice of clothes. “Well, I appreciate you wanted to do more or try to make me feel more appreciated”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“See you said try. Which means you don’t already feel appreciated.” She sighed trying to find something to wear. “I’ll try harder, promise” @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head, disappointed in himself. “That’s not what I meant”. “We’re a fantastic team”. He assured her as he watched. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I don’t think we can say team…” she turned round to face him. Holding her back as she looked at him. “Your doing all the work. I’m constantly spoiled by you. It’s not fair on you” @Mr Writes

“You wanna head down and relax? Take the weight off your back?” He asked as she held herself. “I think we’re quite fair” he shrugged his shoulders. He was starting to feel guilty that she felt she wasn’t pulling her weight. She was carrying his child. @Mrs Writes 💓

“There you go again. Putting me first. I’ve already had a spa treatment today, you haven’t. The rest of the day is about you.” She closed the wardrobe. “Right what would you like to do?” @Mr Writes

“I wanna see you twirl in that jumpsuit”. He joked. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked at him, before biting her lip. “I don’t know if I can twirl-“ she moved in a full circle showing off her outfit. “Next” she looked at him as she held her back and rubbed her bump. @Mr Writes

He smirked and smiled as she walked in a circle. “Perfect!” He told her. “Why don’t we head down to the pool? Relax?” He suggested. “I’m not good at doing what I want”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“If that’s what you want to do” she asked. “Well get used to it” she pulled out a bikini. “There’s no Carla in team” she pulled the jumpsuit down over her bump. Before unclipping her bra. @Mr Writes

Michael huffed as he watched. He never knew whether she was doing things on purpose or just because they had to happen. He bump held the top of her jumpsuit as her breasts popped out of her bra as she readied her bikini. “Do you have to do it like that?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Do what like what? - get changed?” She looked at him. Their was still a stickiness in the air between them. “Fine I’ll go to the toilet.” She shut the door behind her, a bit more aggressively than she meant it. @Mr Writes

Michael shaded after her, opening the door to her half naked body. “Calm. Down”. He said firmly. A smile grew. “I meant, because you created a view…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Created a view?” She looked at him flustered. “What are you even on about! All I was doing was trying to put on a stupid swim suit, bikini thing so we can go to the pool. Just like you wanted!” “Ugh! Everything is sore, my back is sore. My feet are sore, thanks to those stupid heels yesterday. I just everything is getting to me, I don’t want you to leave…”

1:14 AM

@Mr Writes

She was stressed. He could tell. “I was just admiring the view my future bride had”. He shrugged his shoulders innocently. “Get yourself ready at your own pace”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla burst into tears. “I don’t even know why I’m crying” she hid her face behind her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m such a bad girlfriend.” @Mr Writes

Michael jumped toward her, wrapping his arms around her as she hid between her own hands, hiding into his chest. “Hey”. He calmed her. “You are far from a bad girlfriend”. He brushed his hand through her hair. “You hear me?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Are you sure. I feel like my emotions are everywhere” she moved her hands away, wrapping them around him tightly. Continuing to hide her face. “I just don’t want you to leave” @Mr Writes

“I promise”. He assured and calmed her as her crying slowed. “Now, do you really want to go down? Do you feel like you want to? Or do you wanna chill here? Nap?” He made sure she was comfortable and ready for whatever was next. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’ll be fine with whatever you want to do. I just want you to be with me” she said looking up at him through her water filled eyes. “I don’t want you to leave” she started crying again. @Mr Writes

“Do you think you’re just overwhelmed?” He asked. “Come and have a nap? We’ll set an alarm and go down to the pool this afternoon.” He suggested, though it came across like he was telling her. “I am not leaving you”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla and Michael cuddled on the bed. She rubbed the bump as she felt him spoon her from behind. “I just feel so confused and emotional and everything. Sad, happy, excited, exhausted. I cried during the full facial.” She took a hold of his hand and pulled him closer. “I’m sorry” she yawned out to him. @Mr Writes

Michael heard her feelings and watched as her hand caressed her bump gently. “Did you still manage to enjoy the facial?” He asked hopeful. “What can I do?” He asked wanting to know what would make her more comfortable. Less confused or emotional. There was no response. She’d fell asleep. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla managed to sleep for a good while. Waking up still in his embrace. “You didn’t have to stay with me, your arm must be dead..” She rolled over to face him. She leaned up gently, kissing him softly. “I’m sorry I was so emotional about everything..” @Mr Writes

Michael rubbed her head and put her hair behind her ear as she woke He shook his head and whispered. “You don’t need to be sorry”. He smiled. “You’re allowed to be emotional, carrying our child”. He smiled again. He looked at the time against the clock in the corner of the room. @Mrs Writes 💓

She relaxed fully in his arms. She felt safe. Hearing him say that it was their child, although she already knew that. It filled her with happiness. “Do we need to go?” She asked as she noticed him check the time. “You could of woken me up..” Carla started to get up. @Mr Writes

“Well, we definitely need to get ready if we want our dinner reservation”. He laughed softly with a smile, pushing himself up from the bed, to his feet and the wardrobe infront of him. @Mrs Writes 💓

Once up, Carla stretched her back. “Ouch I think I laid funny…or it’s the growing stomach. Who knows” Carla went straight to the bathroom fixing her makeup before she got ready for the night. She went more casual yet still dressed enough for their meal tonight. Opting again for a smaller heel than last night, “I’m ready..” she checked her bag once more as she walked towards the door.

8:35 AM

@Mr Writes

They both appeared ready for their meal at the same time, they’d both gone quick, easy and casual this evening. Though Michael stared at Carla as she stood before him infront of the mirror. “You are glowing”. He kissed her gently, opening the door into the corridor soon after. “You look amazing”. He told her as he took her hand. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla blushed at his comment “I am glowing because of you” she added as she waited outside of their door for him. Hearing him compliment her again. “What are you after…?” She joked as she slipped her hand into his and walked down to the restaurant with him. @Mr Writes

“Your glow has nothing to do with me baby…” he told her as they walked toward the lift, waiting for it to arrive. “Me? After something? Never”. He smirked playfully. “Is there anything available?” He laughed. He felt well rested with their nap. “Hungry?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m starving, and there might be something available later..” she smirked up at him. “Have you heard anything from Amanda yet? Regarding Your lovers tiff yesterday?” Carla couldn’t help but worry about Milo, knowing that he had called her mum infront of Amanda and how she had reacted.

8:47 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael smirked as the lift door opened into the restaurant again. “I hope you’re my dessert”. He whispered as he leaned into her ear as she introduced themselves to the waitress, slapping her butt gently. Michael shook his head. “I checked my phone before we left. Nothing.” He shrugged. “She’ll get over it”. He seemed unconcerned. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla bit her lip as he smacked her bum. Trying to play it cool in-front of the waitress. Following the waitress to the table, Carla sat down first. “Thank you” she said as she took the menu. Ordering a tap water for her drink. “Micheal, you can have a proper drink…please don’t hold back because of me. When was the last time you’ve had two nights off in a row? Just enjoy yourself.” @Mrs Writes 💓

9:03 AM

@Mr Writes (tagging myself because I’m stupid)

“Behave” he said firmly, playfully as he noticed her bite her lip as they sat. He nodded, agreeing to her suggestion. “A beer, please”. He nodded to the waitress who walked away. “Thank you”. He smiled toward Carla at her suggestion for him to enjoy himself. “Not too much. I want to perform”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I think we both know you can drink and perform..” she muttered in remembrance of how they met. Carla went silent as she read the menu. Everything sounded good to her and everything sounds yucky too. “I think I’m going to have the chicken pasta…wait. No yeah that’s what I’m going to have.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as Cara reminisced of the stranger at the bar. Michael too felt unsure of what to eat. He nodded at her choice before deciding too. “I’m going to be basic, the burger” he laughed, disgusted with himself at his decision. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Wait maybe I want the burger…oh with a fried egg on top! Yeah I’m going to get that…it’s what baby wants…” she shrugged at his look over at her. “Michael, do you want to find out the gender?” She asked out of the blue. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at her final decision. “We’ll be basic together”. He paused to ponder her question. “I’m not sure. It would be good, so we can plan and prepare. But also, not so that it would be a surprise. What do you want?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I think I want to know…” she admitted. “I don’t know actually.” She sipped on her water. “Did you find out with Milo?” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “We knew with Milo. To plan” he shrugged his shoulders as his beer arrived. “Cheers”. He said with a grin. “I love you. Im very lucky…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I think I’m the lucky one but I love you too” she smiles back at him. “Well we have until Wednesday to decide if we want to know.” She put a hand on her stomach. “I think I do want to know..” she added. “I think it’s a girl, and i like to know I’m right…” she smirked at him @Mr Writes

“You always want to know you’re right”. He smirked back at her as they enjoyed eachothers calm company. “We can find out. Let’s do it…” he suggested. “Wednesday, let’s go and find out”. He smiled, holding her free hand as her other rested upon her stomach. @Mrs Writes 💓

“And then I can go get all the stuff to tell Milo for when you finish work!” She grinned excitedly. She loved being a step mother to Milo. Carla knew that she wanted to be one of those parents that go over the top for everything in their children’s lives. Make their childhood magical. “Are you not just so excited that you get to experience all these over the top experiences with me!” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “That’ll be such a fun evening with him too!” He matched her enthusiasm. “I love how excited you get. You should be able to” he smiled broadly. “It’s cute”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Frankie hated it..” she smiled over at him. “Which goes to show that I’ve met Mr Right..” she laughed shaking her head at her own words. “Legit mr wright” she laughed again covering her face with both her hands. “Fuck sake” she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. @Mr Writes

Laughter erupted across the restaurant from their table as the two of them began to uncontrollably laugh together. The waitress looked over and smiled. They must have looked so happy and in love with eachother, away for a weekend break. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Stop laughing” she laughed trying to stop herself. Finally after a few minutes she was able to stop herself. “For lord sake…it wasn’t even that funny” she dried her eyes, trying to stop her makeup running. As their food arrived, she smiled over at him. “Promise me…your going to love me forever…” @Mr Writes

Their laughter calmed down. “I know, we just couldn’t stop” he shrugged, dabbing his mouth dry from the laughter. The waitress bought their food to them. “You two are so cute. Enjoy” she said as she left. Michael held out his pinky finger for Carla to hold. “I promise…” he told her with a grin before they ate. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla reached out her pinkie finger to him. “Okay good…” she laughed softly before she began to cut her burger in half. The egg yolk bursting and dripping down the centre of her burger. “Cause I’m about to eat the most…ugly way you’ve seen me” Carla smiled before using her hands to lift half the burger. A moan could be heard as she tasted the burger. Food was the way to her heart.

10:24 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael watched in awe, impressed with the way Carla began to demolish the burger. “Impressive”. He smirked as it began to disappear, the egg yolk making a mess against the plate, but so far not on her dress. The waitress returned to check everything was okay. Michael nodded and smiled, Carla failed to answer against her mouthful. “So what’s next once we go home tomorrow?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled over at him. “I have a baby to prepare for, and are you not working?” She sat back in her seat as she picked at some chips. “I do need to start painting the baby’s room. I’m thinking the one next to ours but I’m worried they will wake Milo..not that we have him often.” Carla had began to ramble @Mr Writes

He nodded. “I have work, of course I have work”. He laughed. “We both have a baby to prepare for”. He smiled. It was important she knew he wanted to be involved and not leave it all to her. Michael smiled. “It’s nice to think of Milo. Of how things are going to work.” He paused as he put down his cutlery. “I got lucky with you”. He smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled as she rubbed her bump. “I think we got lucky together.” She looks at him. “What did you see in Amanda?” Carla was only human. She had moments where she felt a bit self conscious about why he was with her. @Mr Writes

Michael composed himself, it was important to talk about the past sometimes. He sat back and stared at her lovingly. “Amanda was fun. It was exciting and new, but we just grew apart”. He paused to shrug his shoulders, pondering what he could say. “I don’t really know what I saw in her, it just happened”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We just happened…” Carla frowned slightly. “What do you see in me?” She felt herself getting emotional. Carla was emotional at this stage of her pregnancy although she was always a very bubbly emotional person. “What if we drift apart” @Mr Writes

Carla’s frown was clear and obvious. She was viewing this conversation in a different way to him. “There was a very clear and obvious spark and immediate chemistry between us, remember?” He smirked playfully. “I see my entire future with you. My wife.” He said confidently. “I don’t think we’ll ever drift apart..” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla took a deep breath, taking a sip of her water. “I hope not. I really hope not.” “I love you.” She added. “I mean it.” After their dinner, Carla was too full for dessert. “You can have one if you want baby” @Mr Writes

“I know”. He smiled, reaching for her hand. “I love you too”. He told her calmly and truthfully. He smiled gently at the use of her cute name of ‘baby’ for him. He shook his head. “I’m comfortable right now, I don’t want to ruin it”. He smiled, emptying the pint glass of beer infront of him. “We could go for a walk around the spa garden, or sit at the bar, or go upstairs. You decide”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I know I had a massage earlier…but I would love if we could go upstairs and you give me a foot massage?..” she batted her eyelids at him with a giggle. She finished off her water. “Ugh. After I pee..” she got up, going to the bathroom. Feeling his eyes on her as she walked away. Meeting his smile as she headed back to her seat afterwards. “Why are you smiling like that?” @Mr Writes

Carla returned from the bathroom as their eyes met, smiling together. “You know why I’m smiling like that” he laughed, pushing his chair out to get to his feet. “Walking to the bathroom, swaying your hips like that.” “Come on”. He offered her his hand, the same way they entered the restaurant. “Foot massage eh?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Did you get the food charged to the room?” She asked as she got her bag, taking his hand as he lead them out of the restaurant. “And yes please…a foot massage” she smirked. “Also I was not swaying my hips on purpose..” she laughed softly as he gave her a look. As they got to their room. She slipped her shoes off just inside the door. “My poor feet…it’s more my ankles.” She started to unzip her dress but couldn’t quite reach it in the middle. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded as they left the restaurant. “Charged to the room, yeah”. He smiled, thanking the waitress as they left. “You look amazing”. One of the waitresses said to Carla. “You want the dress off baby? Want a hand?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Please” she stood facing the mirror as she came behind her and helped to undo her dress. She eyes meeting his in the mirror. “I’m like a whale. The fact I’ve to get bigger…” @Mr Writes

Michael’s eyes met hers in the reflection. Helping the dress off of her shoulders as their eyes stayed against eachothers. “His hands rubbed both of her arms. “You’re not a whale. You’re a beautiful, pregnant lady”. He smiled. @Mrs Writes 💓

She shook her head smiling. After the dress had left her shoulders it was loose enough unzipped to fall to the floor and pool around her ankles. She turned to face him. “I’m your pregnant lady..” she laughed softly, before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Kissing him softly. “Thank you. Thank you for an amazing time away..” she gave him another kiss. This time, it lingered a bit longer. @Mr Writes

Michael’s eyes did what they always did. They explored his woman in awe. That would never stop. “My pregnant lady indeed.” He said as her arms wrapped round him, her lips exploding passion, lingering longer than the first moments before. “Thank you for being here with me”. He whispered, her underwear brushing his body. “Massage?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mhm…no” she smirked against his lips before claiming them in a kiss again. Making out with him, her hands travelled down to his waist. Finding the end of his T-shirt, she pulled it up over his head. Immediately finding his lips once more. “Something else” she grinned as their make out session briefly stopped. Her eyes meeting his again. @Mr Writes

Michael always appreciated and adored when Carla’s confidence and eagerness, lust shone through. Making him feel wanted. Needed. Their lips were barely leaving eachothers, their hands too. Michael’s hands had glued Carla’s waist against him as their lips and tongues fought against eachother, his t-shirt hitting the floor. “Something else eh” he matched her grin. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Something else” she mumbled as she broke her eye contact. Her hands finding his belt. With a swift undoing. The metal buckle could be heard hitting the ground as it landed beside the T-shirt and dress. “I want daddy. I need daddy” she bit her lip looking up at him as she unzipped his trousers. @Mr Writes

Her eyelashes fluttered just like they did when she requested a massage in the restaurant. Though now he thought she just wanted to get him upstairs, not for a massage at all. She bit her lip and told him what she wanted, needed. His cock twitched at the feel of her nails against his groin as his trousers loosened as his belt hit the floor, the sound echoing the room. His lips kissed against her neck below her ear. “I’m sorry I upset you this morning at the pool…” he whispered, his hands squeezed her waist. “Daddy wants all of mummy”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla breathed out, biting her lip as he kissed her neck. Before she squirmed slightly at his kiss bow the ear. “Your tickling me…” she laughed softly. “All is forgotten. I should of just been honest.” She added. Hoping their brief pause for a conversation hadn’t ruined the mood. “We are not an old couple! Stop talking during sex. Unless your moaning” she smiled putting both her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra. Allowing her bra to fall to the floor she pressed her body as close to his as she could. “It’s cold” @Mr Writes

Their brief and honest assessment of what had happened this morning had not dampened the atmosphere or mood that they found themselves in on their last romantic night away. Her bra fell to the floor, releasing her breasts as their bodies clutched eachothers tightly against eachother. His hands reached for and squeezed her breasts lovingly. “We’ll warm up soon”. He whispered, still nibbling at her ear lustfully. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla tilted her head as he nibbled her ear. A soft laugh escaping her as her hands slowly undo his button on the trousers he wore. Soon to meet the rest of his and her clothes on the floor. Carla smirked softly as she took a step back. Slowly taking off her lacy thong. “I’m guessing now I know you truly love me…I can start wearing granny pants…right” she had hooked the thong on one of her fingers dangling it between them

5:44 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael’s cock was pushing against his own underwear as his trousers met the pile of clothes. Michael watched as she took a step back from him, a smirk across her cheeks as his hands dropped out of reach of her breasts. “Well, everything in moderation…” he smirks in return as his eyes glue to her thong. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laughs softly as she threw the thong at him. Taking two steps forward, she was as close to him as she needed to be. Hooking her fingers in each side of his boxers. Pushing them down until they too joined the pile of clothes on the floor. Carla bit her lower lip. Keeping her eye contact with him. “Fuck me daddy..” @Mr Writes

Michael catches her thong as she flings it toward him. He stares at her as she steps toward him, dropping it to the floor as she reaches him. His boxers are the last to fall onto the mountain of clothes. Their eyes remain glued to eachother as Carla tells him what she wants. Michael picks her up and wraps her legs round his waist, carrying her to the dressing table in the corner of the room. He sits her down on it and spreads her legs, standing between them. Their eye contact hadn’t stopped. It was lustful. Carla was wet and ready for him, for a fucking. Michael pushed himself between her walls against her thighs immediately starting to loudly bang the table against the wall. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla gasped and clung onto him when he suddenly lifted her. Carla had felt like a beached whale the last few days with the added baby weight along with her growing bump. She forgot how strong Michael is. Smiling softly up at him as he sat her down on the table. With little effort, Carla allowed him to spread her legs. She had been edging herself with the thought of his man since her nap earlier in the day. As he slide so easily into her, Carla bit her lip. Muffling the initial moan. Her finger nails digging into the desk as she thrusted into her. @Mr Writes

Michael noticed her grip against the table as he entered her inviting pussy, unknown to him how she’d edged herself throughout the day waiting for alone time together. Michael sucked and squeezed at her breasts as her legs pinned him between her thighs. “One day you need to keep the dress on. Any dress”. He told her between sucks and kisses against her nipple. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla watched him toy, suck and squeeze at her breasts. Biting her bottom lip. Hearing him talk about keeping a dress on. She smirked and ran her hand through his hair. “Why?” She asked. They were still learning about eachother. The question why was one used frequent between them. “What would that do to you?” She asked. @Mr Writes

She bit her bottom lip as he explored her body, as his lips worked her skin, as his hips smacked her against the desk. There was a soft seductive tone to her question. “Rip the dress”. He shrugged between his thrusts against her. “Pull it over your curves. Mmm”. He moaned at just the thought of it. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smirked as she moaned. “Maybe one day if you’re lucky…” their eyes met each other before she pulled his features closer to her. Their lips grazing against each other as he thrusted, making Carla moan before her lips were claimed. “Michael please” she moaned out. @Mr Writes

Carla claimed his lips as her own for a moment of passion between them, his hips didn’t stop once. “I know, I know”. He moaned with her. His lips nibbled at her right ear, panting. “Would you be surprised if I’d seen a dress in your wardrobe that I’d fantasised about you doing that with?” He whispered teasingly. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla giggled softly as he nibbled at her ear. Hearing his tease she thought for a moment “What dress?” She asked curious to what dress she owned that would possibly do that to him. In her mind she didn’t own anything sexy enough, she didn’t have the body. @Mr Writes

“I’ll show you later”. He panted with a bite to his lip as he nibbled her ear again. “I’m gonna cum…” he moaned, his rhythm of his hips has changed, trying to control was was imminent. His hands squeezed her breasts again. He knew she liked his hands on her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla moaned as he nibbled her ear once more, hearing his pants of how he was going to cum. “Cum for mummy” she turned her head to whisper into his ear. It was then Carla bite her lip as his hands found her breasts once more. “Please daddy, cum for me” she leaned back slightly to allow him room at her breasts. Watching him as he fondled them. @Mr Writes

The table legs creaked at the rhythm and pressure being put on them as Carla moaned against his ear for him to cum. His right hand stayed against her breast, squeezing and kissing as he felt her eyes glued, his left hand pulled against her hair in desperation as he released his love for her once more. His panting continued. “You always make me cum…” he said factually against her neck. @Mrs Writes 💓

“One of my many talents” she smirked running her hands through his hair. After their extensive love making, Carla showered and packed her overnight case for the morning. It was an earlier checkout than usual due to Michael having work later on in the day and then having to travel home. “I’ve enjoyed a few days away with you. Our first and likely our last time alone.” She smiles over at him. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and nodded. “There’s a lot more to you than that though”. He assured her as she showered and packed her bag, he did the same when he had the chance. He nodded and smiled, agreeing. “It’s been fun, right?” He smiled putting his freshly packed bag on the floor by the door. “We’ll have to drop off at grandparents and run away for a night alone at some point” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla got into bed. “Good luck with my parents. They would have our children up for adoption before we left the drive way.” She didn’t think of her statement, but in a way this was also likely the first time she had mentioned her parents. “Are your parents involved in Milo’s life?” Carla asked. @Mr Writes

Michael didn’t know what to say with Carla’s statement. Left it for another time. He nodded as he got into bed next to her, cosying up as usual. “They like grandchild time together, which is fun and helpful” he laughed. “I’m surprised you’ve never seen them pick up Milo from school actually”. He suggested. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh maybe I have. But you have to remember I had 32 kids in that class. All with at least a parent each and then 2/3 other people who collected.” She added. “I’ve heard him talk about Grandma Karen? Katie…K something.” She cuddled into him. Rubbing the bump. “I’m starting to feel little flutters” @Mr Writes

Michael smiled warmly and nodded again. “Auntie Karen, that’s right.” He paused. “I haven’t told them I’m sleeping with Milo’s teacher yet”. He laughed playfully. “Ex teacher” he added. “Maybe we should meet them actually? Share the news?” Michael looked beneath the covers as she rubbed at her belly. “Yeah?” He smiled more listening to her acknowledge their child”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Ehh…no I will not be there for that conversation..” she looked up at him in slight horror. “That’s a blue job.” “I mean…that’s your job.” She corrected herself. She cuddled in more, sleep was heavy on her eyes. It was long before she was asleep. @Mr Writes

“You’d need to be there at some point with them” he laughed. It was too late, she was drifting into a calm sleep. He woke first in the morning, Carla had rolled to the other side of the bed. Michael left her calmly and got out of bed himself, taking himself for a shower. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla could hear the faint sounds of the shower running. She decided to enjoy the extra moments in bed before getting herself up and ready for the day. It was close to checkout time, Carla was much more a night time showerer compared to getting up earlier in the morning for one. While waiting on Michael to get ready, she got the bags and double checked the room. Before long, it was time to checkout and she stood next to the car as Michael insisted she didn’t lift the bags into the car. “They’re not that heavy?” @Mr Writes

6:10 AM

It didn’t take long for Michael to get ready too. He emerged from the bathroom. “Don’t judge”. He said before turning the door handle. “I had to bring work bits with me to have enough time to take you home”. He laughed. He loaded the car for her as she protested the need to. “I’ve told you, a pregnant woman does not lift”. He smiled, taking in the view of his lover at the car. “You look cool. Cute. Trendy.” He told her with a grin. “I have a woman capable of doing every single occasion”. @Mrs Writes 💓

MW:

She didn’t judge him. Carla loved him in his scrubs. How relax he always looked in them. “The bags aren’t heavy” she protested once more before getting in the car. “Thank you, it’s just an all in one jumpsuit and a Cardigan…I’m surprised it fits still.” She said as she buckled herself in. Carla leant over for a kiss before they began the journey home. Only stopping once for a quick breakfast and a toilet stop. “Are you working all night? Or just until late?” Carla asked as they pulled into the drive and started to unload the car.

6:19 AM

@Mr Writes

“Well, I’m putting my foot down, I’ll carry them indoors too when we get home”. Michael told her, even in her protest she was cute. “Well, your tits look good with it”. He shrugged as they drove home. “Just late baby, I’ll be home about 1am?” He suggested arriving home and taking himself to the bags in the back of the car. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’ll try wait up for you..” Carla said as she opened the door for him. Going straight to the kitchen and started to pack him a dinner for later. “I can’t promise I won’t be fast asleep though so still take your key” she added. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him softly. “Thank you for a lovely time away.” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded taking the food Carla handed to him. He wrapped his arms at her waist and held her tightly for a moment as he kissed her firmly. “I love you”. He told her with a simple smile of happiness. “Thank you for a fun weekend”. He tapped her butt cheek and went to leave. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I love you more” she added just as he left. She locked the door and started to unpack the bags. It was only about an hour or two later when there was a knock at the door. Carla went down the stairs, opening the door as she was greeted by Amanda practically pushing Milo in the front door. “He has chicken pox! I’m pregnant, he’s his father’s until it clears.” Amanda said as she walked back to her car and drove off. Carla stood in shock for a minute before bringing Milo in and closing the door. “Oh dear, chicken pox. You must be so itchy darling.” She took his jacket and jumper off him. Taking him to his bedroom. The poor soul was exhausted and looked sick too. Carla couldn’t not be with him. Although she was pregnant too. She had tried to phone Michael a few times with no success. In a last attempt she had to phone the one of her person she knew would be able to reach him. Frankie. — *In the middle of a surgery the nurse on standby announced to the whole room that his wife was calling. “Answer it.” Frankie said abruptly trying not to loose concentration. Carla Frantically explained what had happened and how she needed Michael. “She’s pregnant?” Frankie asks. “Eh…right calm down Car. I’ll page him. I’ll cover his shift for him so he can come home.” Frankie steps away from the surgery allowing another doctor to finish the final stitches. Without paging Michael he had started paging Stand by surgeons that could take over the surgery that Michael was currently in. Entering the operating room, Frankie announced. “Michael, James is going to take over for you. Fill him in then meet me outside, quickly.” Frankie looked at Michael as he entered the hall. “Your pregnant Ex wife just dumped your child who has chicken pox with your pregnant girlfriend. Who Of course isn’t vaccinated for that and will not leave your child’s side.” @Mr Writes

Panic etched over Michael’s face as he handed over to James and followed Frankie outside. His worry grew as Frankie explained the situation. “Christ”. Michael exhaled composing himself. “That’s a lot of pregnancy”. He laughed. Though the look on Frankie’s face suggested jokes were not for now. “Go. Go”. Frankie told him. Michael got into his car and began to drive home. He called Carla. She answered and Michael’s panic took over. “I’ll be twenty minutes. Keep your distance to him”. He said as calmly as he could. “I’ll take him to the GP, get the medication and it’ll calm down overnight for him.” He told her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Keeping my distance is a bit too late…” Carla said over the phone. “I’ll be fine.” “The Gp’s close in 20 mins. Stop by the pharmacy for him. At least until tomorrow” she said as she took a few steps back once Milo was sleeping @Mr Writes

Michael took her advice, arriving home from the Pharmacy half an hour later, he entered the house quietly, assuming he may be asleep. He found Carla in the kitchen. “You okay? He okay?” He asked. Approaching her for a cuddle. “She just turned up, eh?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was reluctant to give him a cuddle. “Have you had chickenpox before?” “She didn’t just turn up, she threw him at me…basically. You’ll need to check the ring door bell. I just stood in shock.” Carla hugged him once he had mentioned that he had chickenpox before. “So you’ve now met Frankie..” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded, holding her in a soft cuddle to soothe her. “I’ve now met Frankie. The man behind the video”. He laughed, the tension needing calming down. “I’ll check the footage. She shouldn’t be behaving like that.”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laughed softly into him. Hugging him tighter. “I’ve already had him on the phone 3 separate times to lecture me because I haven’t been vaccinated.” “Not my fault I had shitty parents.” Carla mumbled as she let go, continuing to make dinner. “And no, you’re completely right. I’m shocked that she thought the excuse of her being pregnant was going to justify it. I mean I will gladly take the risk over and over for Milo but it just annoyed me slightly.” Carla puffed out as her ramble came to an end. It was clear her mind was still racing @Mr Writes

Carla exhaled at the end of her rant as she faced the hob as she cooked. Michael wrapped his arms round her from behind. Kissing her cheek softly. “Shhh. Calm down”. He whispered. “We can keep him here until the weekend?” He suggested. “Or send him back tomorrow with medication from the GP?…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No he’s not going back to that crazy women’s house.” Carla stated. “Not until he’s better.” “I still can’t believe you…sweet, innocent, you married a monster like her.” She moved her hand over his. @Mr Writes

Michael’s hands rested on her bump as she held her, her hand rested against his. “She’s nothing on you”. He smirked. Lovingly continuing. “You’re everything she isn’t. You wouldn’t push your unwell child onto someone else”. He kissed her cheek. “Dinner smells good baby”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled softly, “you’re being a sook now.” “Dinner is what Milo wanted. He said he was starving…” The faintest kick could be felt from the bump. Just underneath his hand. “Oo, baby says hi.” Carla commented not realising he may of felt this one.

7:01 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “Guilty!” He pressed her hand gently as they both felt a kick, Carla acknowledged it. “You’re so beautiful” he told her, releasing his hold. “I’ll go wake him?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla nodded as she plated up each of their dinners. Putting Milo’s on a tray, taking it up to his room. She handed it to Michael as she stayed at the door. Sanitising and washing her hands regularly. @Mr Writes

“Just shout for daddy when you’re finished bud”. Michael told Milo. “I’ve explained to him that he can’t have Carla cuddles this week. He understands”. Michael told Carla as they sat alone for dinner. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I feel terrible. I mean I already gave him cuddles until you came home but it’s bad. I mean it Michael she practically pushed him in the door at me.” Carla said still annoyed by the incident. She played with her food a little before eating some. @Mr Writes

“I’ll go see her Wednesday?” He suggested, watching Carla finally start to eat. “I’ll run you a bath?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No I am okay. I had a shower just before he arrived. Plus I’ve changed my clothes too. Wednesday is ages away. I would rather you spoke to her now. Not for me but for Milo. He’s probably confused and worried why his own mother didn’t want to cuddle and soothe him.” Carla put her fork down “I’m not hungry.” She always got this upset even when children in her class were treated anything but fair. @Mr Writes

Michael stood from his chair and moved to her side of the table, picking up her hand. “You want me to go see her now?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked at him. “Ugh I don’t know! No because I know that I can’t look after him properly because of this little one.” She ran a hand over her bump. “And yes I do because I don’t see how you are so calm about this!” She asked @Mr Writes

“it’s my job to be calm for all of us”. He said holding her hand tighter. “It’s not acceptable, but me shouting about that isn’t going to help you or the situation.” He told Carla lovingly. “Eat some more dinner or I won’t kiss you later”. He smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No I don’t even want that” Carla said pushing the plate away. She was on the verge of tears. She had been on a roller coaster of emotions the last few days. “I want…chicken…and beef” she began crying, turning to hugging into him. “No I don’t I want a McDonald’s” @Mr Writes

Michael carried both plates from the table to the kitchen counter. “I’ll go and get you a McDonald’s”. He laughed, kissing the top of her head as he jogged upstairs. “Buddy, leave your plate up here, I’ll come and get it soon.” He told Milo before coming back downstairs. “Text me what you want”. He told Carla as he put his trainers on at the door. @Mrs Writes 💓

She pouted at him leaning against the wall. “I feel bad.” She wiped her tears. “These stupid pregnancy emotions. I burst into tears when you went to work so I did.” @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head and laughed as he left to get into the car. Her hormones were indeed all over the place, she never normally got upset by him simply going to work. Back he came with the order she’d asked for, slightly wet from the gentle rain from the driveway to the door. “Ready?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Ready for what?” Carla was washing dishes. She hadn’t turned around to see him yet as she was mid dish. Including Milo’s dishes. “Omg, my baby brain. I forgot about McDonald’s!” She grinned at him when she finally turned around. @Mr Writes

He laughed more so now as he placed her McDonald’s bag on the table. “Come on, eat. I’ll finish them”. He told her with a smile as he tapped her hip attempting to swap positions. “It was only 20 minutes. How can you forget eh” he chuckled. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I just forget a lot just now.” Carla shifted out his way. Satisfied with the fact that it was only two plates left. “And it’s not my fault. I’m giving all my extensive knowledge to our daughter or son.” She said sitting down, letting out a moan as she at the chips. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded and smiled with her as he put the plates away once they were clean and dry. “A vast knowledge it is too” he smirked playfully as he jogged upstairs to collect the plate from Milo’s room. Michael wiped down the sides before giving Carla attention again, seeing the empty wrappers across the table. “See, you do have an appetite”. He smiled. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiles as she stand up. “I did” she kisses him. “I’m sorry for being…emotional” she wraps her arms around him. The space between them was slowly growing bigger with the bump. “What are you going to say to Amanda?”

7:16 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael held her for a moments kiss and peaceful hold as her belly began to push against him more than any other part of her body. He shook his head. “I haven’t planned or practiced anything”. He laughed. “I’ll let it be natural!” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’re not great at natural” Carla commented. “I mean did you see the state of you meeting Milo’s teacher last year” she laughed. “Fair enough daddy” she kissed him again @Mr Writes

Michael looked surprised. “What? Wait, what do you mean?” He laughed. “Behave”. He whispered as her lips left his with the word daddy, he tapped her hip gently. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I am behaving” she smirked kissing him again. Allowing it to linger. Carla smiled. “Is Milo sleeping” she asked as she moved to the couch, sitting down. She rubbed the bump, smiling up at him. @Mr Writes

His lips left with hers for seconds longer than normal. He nodded. “He was 5 minutes ago when I got his plate. A post dinner coma” he laughed as she smiled up at him from the couch. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I feel so bad for him.” She commented. “Have you ever had chickenpox?” Carla had been lucky enough to avoid them throughout her life so far. Even as a primary teacher xx

7:31 AM

@Mr Writes

he nodded as he sat down next to her. “I’ve had chicken pox. I can be as close to you as I like”. He smiled, holding her hand. “He’ll be fine. He’ll wake up and he won’t know any different, just a bit itchy”. He laughed: @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla sighs. “As soon as this baby is old enough, I want her to have them so that she isn’t in this situation in the future” “It was nice of Frankie to cover your shift. Nicest thing he’s maybe ever done.” Carla added, moving his hand to the bump where the baby was kicking. “Whats your opinion on Frankie?” @Mr Writes

Michael paused for a moment, contemplating his answer to Carla’s question about her ex. The doorbell sounded, Michael crept to the door, trying to not wake Milo. “I’ve got some medic…you’re home?” The voice paused. “Thank you.” Michael took it from the voice before opening the door wider for Carla to see who it was. “Come in please”. Michael told Amanda, closing the door behind her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla got off the couch slowly. Some things were getting harder. “Who is- ugh” she rolled her eyes. Her house had now been penetrated by the women who doesn’t like her. “How kind of you to care about your own child.” She commented, going to the kitchen. @Mr Writes

“baby, I’ll sort it”. Michael said calmly toward Carla as she entered the kitchen. He closed the door quietly to the stairs to ensure Milo was not disturbed. “What on earth went through your mind?” Michael asked, going straight to that tone. “I know you’re pregnant too, but you need to deal with it, not palm it to another pregnant woman. That’s my unborn child”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Amanda clearly isn’t used to Micheal speaking to her like that. “I’m sorry, but the child upstairs is yours too, and so is this one.” She rebutted. Carla’s heart clenched. It was as if her world shattered in a spilt second. Hearing the words sent her numb, not even questioning the timings of anything. “So, Michael. Are you going to split your real family in half just for one mistake? Mistakes are meant to be forgiven.” Amanda gives Carla a look up and down. Folding her arms. @Mr Writes

Michael exhaled aggressively. “Don’t you DARE.” He paused. “The child upstairs is mine. This one is mine”. He pointed to Carla’s bump. “But yours, is not mine”. He sounded forceful and sure. He paused again. A calmer tone. “Carla was not and is not a mistake. She was what I needed.” @Mrs Writes 💓

Amanda blinked at his force. “She is what you think you need. Do you really know her? Little miss newly single could have slept with a lot more parents than she told you about. Did she tell you about everyone she’s slept with? How do you even know that child is yours.” Amanda growled back Carla made a face “what?” She spluttered out. Amanda glared at her before looking back at Michael “baby, she was reported to the school board over it.” Carla hadn’t told him that she had been reported again. This time when they were in a public relationship. Carla just picked at her nail, staying silent. @Mr Writes

Michael paused for a minute like a tennis match between them both. He smirked. He wasn’t rising to Amanda’s games. “I’m the man she ended up with”. He paused again. Staring at Amanda. “I’m the lucky one sleeping with her now”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Amanda licked at her teeth. “If you call sleeping with the towns trash lucky. How do you even know that her baby is yours? You just believe her over the women who gave up a lot for you?” Amanda asked, not paying Carla attention. Carla rolled her eyes at the mention of the babies once more. “I have never gave him a reason not to trust me?” @Mr Writes

“you’re more than welcome to the receipts from all the hotels we used.” Michael got nasty. “It’s time you left. Thank you for your son’s medication. He will be back with you at the weekend”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Amanda folded her arms “doesn’t make it yours. Since I heard a little rumour that she couldn’t even get pregnant and had undergone IVF. Whats to say that she hadn’t used her and her husbands egg?” Amanda smirked at Carla. Carla looked at her “How the fuck did you know that?-“ then the penny dropped. “Your the women my husband was having an affair with when we were going through IVF” Amanda’s face drops. She had been caught. She recomposed herself, scoffing. “Your being Delulu honey.” @Mr Writes

Michael reached out to Carla for him to take her hand in solidarity, in comfort. “Out. Amanda. Out.” He squeezed Carla’s hand before letting go and ushering Amanda out the door, closing it behind her. He dashed into the kitchen, pulling Carla into his chest and holding her silently. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla accepted his comfort. When he pulled her into his chest, a few tears rolled down her face. “Can…can that be your child.” She looked up at him. “I can’t break a family up the way that Frankie did.” She was in over thinking mode. The way Michael held her calmed it down. However she had to ask. @Mr Writes

He pulled her head back against his chest and held her again. “I’ve only got one child on the way. Ours”. He stroked her hair gently. She began to calm and quieten down. “You okay?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla nodded yes before tearing up a bit and changing her answer “no. I don’t know.” She hugged him. “I hate her. I hate the word hate but I do. The women who has ruined my life…is now apart of it because I’m in love with her husband and her child is upstairs!” Carla squeezed her hands between his chest and her face. Covering her face. “I’m not a whore either. I’ve had two sexual partners and that’s you and fucking Frankie!” @Mr Writes

He held her hands against his chest as she squeezed. She was struggling to calm down. “Baby, nobody’s calling you a whore.” He smiled, kissing her forehead. “You certainly know what you’re doing to only have two men”. He laughed, lightening the mood after the altercation. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was on the brink of a panic attack. He was helping soften it but her mind was in overdrive. His comment about her knowing what she was doing she looked up at him. Laughing through the tears. “I think you just called me one” she laughed wiping her tears. “Thank you for sticking up for me. For choosing me.” @Mr Writes

“I’d always choose you”. He whispered, leaning down to immediately kiss her lips gently as she looked up at him. Her breathing calmed again: @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla almost melted into his kiss, wrapping her arms around him. She didn’t let him leave, kissing him again. Her tongue dancing against his. @Mr Writes

Michael’s hands left hers against his chest as her tongue initiated a battle between them both. Michael lifted her arms up briefly, lifting her tank top above her head and releasing her bra free breasts to the world. “That’s better”. He smirked, immediately grabbing them. “I’m so turned on after that. Fighting for eachother”. He kissed her again. There was fire in the room. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla shaked her head smiling as he takes her top off. “Baby” a soft moan escaped when he grabbed them. “What if Milo needs you” she was still in overthinking mode however the thoughts in her mind were shifting as her nipples pebbled under his grip. @Mr Writes

“Well, if Milo needs me, you’ll have to entertain yourself until I’m back”. He smirked her bump was growing now that it was keeping her breasts perky and upright even without support. “Maybe we can organise an argument a week with her. It gets me GOING”. He whispered against her ear as his hands visited the waistline of her sports leggings. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Your ex wife gets you going..” Carla shook her head joking with him. Her own hands at the seam of his scrub top. “I think you should get a chain.” She bit her lip looking up at him.

1:17 AM

@Mr Writes

“Protecting you from her gets me going”. He smirked. “A chain baby?” He asked, she bit her lip but he had clearly misunderstood. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Like a manly necklace..” Carla could see the confusion in his face. She laughed softly, hiding her face in his chest. “Been a long day Michael” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “I’m here trying to rip your clothes off and have steamy, lust filled and rough sex, and you’re suggesting fashion tips?” He smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laughed into his chest. “Well..I think it would look good dangling in my face having that steamy, lust filled, rough sex.” Carla looked up at him.

6:02 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael laughed, flicking the hem of her leggings with his fingers. “Well, you can always buy me one”. He smirked, lifting her up into his arms just like he did the day before in their hotel room. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Daddy” Carla laughed, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m getting too heavy for this” she frowned at him. She hadn’t even managed to take any of his clothes off @Mr Writes

Carla’s laugh as she wrapped his arms around filled the kitchen and echoed through the silent house. “All the while I can do it, I will”. He told her between kisses. He sat himself down on the couch in the living room and she straddled his lap. “Undress yourself”. He told her, staring at her breasts. She only had her leggings to tend to. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No” she smiled down at him. Noticing what he was looking at. She put a finger under his chin tilting his head upwards “um…hi. Sorry my eyes are up here.” She laughed softly down at him again.

10:49 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael laughed as she redirected his eyes to hers. “You don’t want to undress yourself?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No” she smiled at his laugh. “What’s my prize if I do?” Carla couldn’t help the laugh that just kept coming. She had been on a literally roller coaster of emotions. He had seen a lot

10:52 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael took her right hand and placed it over his trousers, across his cock. “It depends if this is even a prize anymore”. He laughed with her. They were building the tension, enjoying the moment, teasing eachother. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla frowned a little “haven’t you heard? I’m the town whore. So yes I think it’s a fitting prize.” She meant it as a joke but the sting from Amanda’s earlier words still latched. “Can we do it upstairs tho…in bed. You ontop doing most of the work” Carla moaned as she got up off him. Holding the bump briefly before pulling her leggings down. @Mr Writes

Michael smirked and laughed. “You know how to make it sound sexy and appealing”. He watched as she lowered her leggings to her ankles and off, standing before him in her knickers. He stood up with her, his cock poking his trousers. “Come on…” @Mrs Writes 💓

She took his hand leading him up to the room. “Well, you got me pregnant, we live together, technically we have a son in the room next to ours sleeping.- what I was trying to say is appealing is gone.” Carla had rambled her way up the stairs with him. Stopping at the top as she caught herself in the mirror. She sighed, looking at her body. “See nothing appealing about me right now.”

11:00 AM

@Mr Writes

He stopped behind her, waiting as she caught herself in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her from behind as she said what she saw, his hands held her breasts, squeezing as she liked. “I can see plenty that’s appealing”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well I still don’t believe you.” She said, relaxing into him as he cupped her breasts. “I love you.” She said softly, turning around to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I’m sorry for all these rollercoasters of emotions” @Mr Writes

“I love you”. He immediately told her, kissing her repeatedly as her arms wrapped round him, he turned the door handle into the bedroom and backed her into it. “Come on”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla hated walking backwards. “Baby” she laughed kissing him back over and over. Nearly stumbling. “Close the door” Carla said staying in the same position as he did so. @Mr Writes

Michael closed the bedroom door and looked to her stood before him in the moonlight, her knickers the only thing attached to her skin. He undressed his torso quickly, taking a step toward her before unbuttoning his trousers. @Mrs Writes 💓

As he took a step closer to her, she took one step back. Giggling softly. “Ooh” she said softly. As he went to take another step, she backed up again. Falling onto the bed with a gasp. @Mr Writes

She sat herself down on the bed, half unexpectedly so as his trousers finally hit the floor, his boxers too. He was naked before she was. “Take them off”. He told her as he took a final step closer to her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No” Carla said, shaking her head. She was liking this no word. She moved up the bed, before turning onto all fours crawling away from him. @Mr Writes

Michael grabbed the back of her ankle as she rolled over onto all fours. “Don’t give me that view and not expect me to crave”. He bit his lip. “Take. Them. Off” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No” she said sticking her bum up to the air. She gave it a wiggle. Before she felt his hands leave her ankles. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and enjoyed the game she’d played. She arched her back and pointed her butt to the ceiling as his hands left her ankles and reaches the lining of her panties. “I’ll do it then.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No” she said once more before hearing the fabric of her panties ripping. A gasped followed by a soft laugh as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Michael Wright!” @Mr Writes

Michael threw both parts of her torn panties across the room. He can deal with them later. Her gaze upon him as she exasperated his name from the turn of her head. “You specifically requested me to be on top. This looks like doggy style”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla realised her mistake. She turned herself round, spread her legs to 10 and 2, propping them on his shoulders before she burst out laughing. “No it doesn’t” she said covering her face. @Mr Writes

Carla seemed eager. Keen. Horny. Carla had given Michael the perfect view of her entire body as she laid flat upon her back and spread her legs invitingly. Michael bent his body down, she wasn’t about to get his cock that easily, his lips kissed along her thighs on his way to her pussy. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Daddy stop teasing” she moaned. Arching her back upwards. She was keen, after all of their teasing. “Baby.” She grabbed the blanket off their bed. Covering her body as she gripped it. @Mr Writes

Michael’s lips kissed along her thigh, reaching her pussy, eager as her voice to meet him. “Daddy, I itch” a voice said from the bedroom door as it crept open. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla quickly pulled away, covering herself with the blanket. “Fuck.” She whispered. @Mr Writes

Michael had never seen Carla swear infront of a child before. It surprised him. It was quite hot but right now this wasn’t the time. They’d been walked in on by Milo. They’d let their lust get the better of them too early into the evening. “Daddy will come see you, wait in your room mate”. Michael told him, needing to find his clothes. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You said he was asleep.” Carla looked at Michael who was scrambling for clothes. “Oh my god. What have we done” Carla covered her face with her hands. Hoping that Milo hadn’t seen anything. @Mr Writes

The last week of the summer holidays had been spent getting Carla’s new classroom ready for the first day back. Michael and Carla helped eachother decorate, make displays, posters, everything. During those six weeks, which felt like a lifetime of drama. Amanda had admitted to faking and making up her own pregnancy, which Michael took personally. He and Amanda now only communicated, barely so and only for Milo’s sake. Amanda still refused to accept she’s been more than replaced by Carla, especially how her and Milo’s relationship continued to grow. Carla had around 6 weeks left of work, being near enough 7 months pregnant now. It hadn’t slowed up hers and Michael’s sex life. Michael ensured she felt like he would rip any clothes off of her and lust for her, regardless of of uncomfortable she felt, or how unattractive she felt herself. “I’ll drive you in and pick you up, I don’t want you driving in rush hour”. He said as the alarm went off to wake them. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla hadn’t been sleeping great in the last few weeks. “Michael, I get off work before rush hour and before you finish your shift.” She rolled to her side, smiling over at him. “Uh-“ she held her hand over his mouth. “Don’t want to hear it. I can drive myself baby.” Carla gets up and showered before going downstairs and setting up first day of school things for Milo. Even though Milo hadn’t stayed with them last night, he was coming over after school. “Michael you need to remember to phone the school and put me on the approved collection list for Milo.” Carla shouted not knowing he was in the hall. @Mr Writes

“You don’t want me to mother you and take you and pick you up?” He laughed, seemingly told off. She’d practically screamed at him, unknown to him being just behind her. He nodded as she rustled for her make up. “I’ll call them, you’ll bring him here?” He asked. Milo had spent a lot of the summer holidays here, more so than with Amanda. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh sorry. Didn’t realise you were behind me.” Carla smiled, turning round to face him. She turned putting both hands on her bump. The baby had been very active the last few weeks. “Yes, I’ll get him at finishing time. You sure you’re okay with me collecting him.” Carla asked as she watched Michael floating around the kitchen doing bits n bobs. @Mrs Writes 💓

8:01 AM

@Mr Writes (Fuck meeee tagging myself)

“Get your hands off of your belly. It’s too early and we’re too rushed to tease me” he laughed. “I’ll be home about 6ish. Of course I’m okay with you getting him. He’s your step son” Michael smirked. “Need any lunch?” He asked turning back to the fridge out of her reach. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I made your lunch last night. It’s sitting on the third shelf.” she smiled making herself a tea and filling his flask with coffee. “Your coffee is in the flask.” She said rubbing her bump with one hand and sipping her tea with the other. “Also, this…this is not teasing you. This is soothing your hyper active child”

8:10 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael pulled out the prepared lunch box and smiled. He was grateful and felt lucky to have a woman who cared for him. He kissed her cheek. “Thank you baby”. He brushed her waist as he made his way through the kitchen to the study where his scrubs were, getting changed into his black scrubs. “It can’t all be fault fault that our child is excited and active” he laughed, pulling his top up over his shoulders. “Maybe they’re excited for work”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It’s shall always and forever be your fault now” she smirked joking with him. “I think I’ve changed my mind…I think we should find out the gender..” Carla said watching him get dressed as her toast pinged. She butter her slice before halving it with him. While they waited on the next slice to be done properly. “I’m going to be late if I don’t go get ready.” She said leaning in to kiss him before going upstairs to get ready. It was Carla’s first day at a new school. It was a shared campus with her old school, however still a new building and different children. After getting ready, Carla headed to work with her own lunch in her bag. Getting there to set up the final pieces before 9am

9:17 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael got to work himself and text Carla, though not expecting a reply. “Got there okay?” He always worried when he wasn’t with her that she was alone and he couldn’t be in control, to support. He finished his first patient, a simple appendectomy and checked his phone. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had texted him at the kids first break around 10:30. “Yes sorry. Busy busy. We’re both fine.” It wasn’t long after the kids break that Carla had taken the kids to their pe session. Tripping over one of them during it. Other than a twist in her ankle, Carla felt fine. However she did trip and the baby hadn’t moved since before her fall. Following protocol Carla headed for A&E to be checked. Thinking she could get away with it, a quick check then home. One of the nurses had phoned her emergency contact, which was still Frankie. — Frankie was in the ICU when he got the call. Spotting Michael passing across the hall. Catching up to Michael “Michael!” He shouted as he jogged up to him. “I need you to come with me..” @Mr Writes

Michael followed Frankie, but his pace was one of a hurry, abnormal for him for sure. “Have I messed up this appendix?” Michael asked as he followed. Michael never made a mistake. Frankie pulled the curtain. “Where’s Patient Evans?”He asked @Mrs Writes 💓

A nurse pointed to dock 7. Frankie looked back at Michael. “My “wife” is in A&E.” Frankie said As Frankie pulled back the curtain. Carla looked at them both. Frankie immediately picking up her chart and reading her notes. “How did you two find out!?” Carla asked @Mr Writes

Michael looked from Carla’s question to Frankie reading the chart, and back again. He gathered his thoughts as he took in her question. “You didnt want us to know?” Michael asked, peering over Frankie’s shoulder at the notes. “You’ve fallen?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I tripped- ow” Carla put her hand on her stomach as Michael spoke. The monitor that was monitoring baby’s movements beeped as is recorded the kicks. “Clearly baby just wanted to come see their daddy.” Carla breathed a sigh of relief out. “See I’m fine.” She looked at Michael. “I didn’t want to worry you.” @Mr Writes

“A bit late for worry having Frankie march me onto a ward” Michael smiled, calming down at her relief across her face as kicks were noticed. “When? How?” Sharon, Michael’s assistant walked through the ward. “Sharon, cancel my next please”. He nodded, ushering her onward. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Noo don’t cancel.” Carla gave him a look but it was too late. “Well I didn’t know Frankie would find out. How did you even find out?” She asked Frankie. “I got a call telling me my wife was in A&E. I’m still your emergency contact.” Frankie said without a hint of worry in his voice, putting down the chart. “I told them not to call my emergency contact…which I thought was Micheal.” Carla admitted. Frankie shook his head, heading for the curtain. “Nope, still me. I’ll get you the sheet to change it. Be careful next time Car.” He said as he left. Carla looked at Michael. “I tripped in PE. The baby stopped moving. I’m fine and as you can see.” Carla pointed to bump, the kicks visible. “They are fine too. As soon as they hear their father’s voice.” @Mr Writes

He laughed as she mentioned the baby moving when he arrived. “Be. Careful.” He said as a nurse returned with the emergency contact sheet. “I’ll take you home…” he stood staring at her against the curtain doorframe. Michael thanked the nurses caring for Carla” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’re not taking me home.” She says to Michael as the nurse undoes the monitors and discharges her. “Michael…Daddy” Carla said as she stood up. “I drove here. I’ll be fine. If I leave now I’ll still be able to get Milo.” She said wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “But you can interact with your child because they clearly love you more than me already.” She smiled @Mr Writes

The nurses pulled the curtain closed for privacy as Carla prepared to leave. “Do not wrap your arms round me here and call me daddy”. He whispered. He looked at his watch. “You get Milo, I’ll be home in 3 hours?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yes daddy” Carla whispered teasing him. She was fine. The baby was fine. “Me and Milo are going for a McDonald’s though…I haven’t eaten.” Carla fixed her outfit. She was wearing a skirt and long sleeved top. Paired with her ‘dad’ trainers. @Mrs Writes 💓

10:01 AM

(Omggg tagged myself again! @Mr Writes)

“Stop it”. He playfully pinched her waistline. “You look nice. I forgot how you make sophisticated look sexy.” He told her before she left the ward, looking behind her to him as she exited the doors. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla went to pick Milo up. It felt strange to be back at her old school, yet she was at the gate as a parent. She didn’t bother talking to any of the parents. She could hear them whisper between themselves. However seeing Milo calmed her nerves. They sat in the McDonald’s car park and filmed a video for Michael. Milo telling him all about his day before he inevitably forgets when his dad does come home. After their afternoon snack, Milo and Carla went home. Surprising Milo with the house decorated for the first day of school. Props to have a photoshoot and a special present from his baby brother or sister. @Mr Writes

Michael returned home around an hour after Carla and Milo. He walked through the front door, acting shocked and surprised for Milo and the decorations. “Oh my goodness, look at all of this”. He announced convincingly. “These are for you, my World” he whispered as he kissed Carla’s cheek gently. “You okay?” He asked quietly. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea as Milo was playing away upstairs. As he heard his dad come in, Milo came down to tell him about his day. “Baby…you didn’t have to.” She smiled taking the flowers from him. Going to put them in water. Nodding at his question of whether or not she was okay. @Mr Writes

“I wanted to get you some to celebrate your first day back” he paused to pick up Milo and spin him round. “Then you gave me a scare!” He smiled @Mrs Writes 💓

I smile watching you both. “I didn’t mean to. I knew everything was okay. I just had to follow protocol..” I smile as I put the flowers on the table. “And I am okay, other than a bruised ankle.” I show you my ankle. As we sit on the couch. Milo was as obsessed with the bump as if it was the baby itself. ”Daddys home! And he got your mummy flowers.” Milo spoke to the bump. Carla and Michael were still at odds with Amanda over what Milo should call Carla. For now he still calls her Carla, but will always say your mummy when talking to the bump. @Mr Writes

Michael and Carla scrunched up their noses toward eachother as Milo spoke to her bump. “Cute” Michael mimed to her. Michael examined her ankle. “I’ll drive you for the rest of the week”. He tried his luck again with her. He didn’t want her putting herself in danger. Michael got to his feet, leaving Carla and Milo on the couch together. “Look at all these decorations and activities that Carla did for you” Michael examined the room. “What did the baby get you?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla watched as Milo ran to show his dad everything he had gotten and done. “Carla has a video for you too daddy” he said going to get Carla’s phone. Carla was falling asleep on the couch as she laid her head back onto the couch’s back cushions. @Mr Writes

Michael took her phone from Milo’s hand to unlock it and go to the videos. “You had Mcdonalds?!” Michael said playfully. “I’m so jealous”. He said as they watched their video together. “Let’s put a blanket over Carla and go and quietly have a bath shall we?” Michael suggested to Milo, who nodded in approval, helping lay a blanket over her gently. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was asleep for about an hour before waking up on the couch. She woke up to the smell of cooking. Getting up with a soft gasp. “Ouch” she had forgotten about her ankle. Getting to the kitchen she smiling as she watch Milo help Michael cooking. “What are my boys making?” She said softly going to Milo’s side to see. She smiled up at Michael over Milo’s head. “You didn’t have to let me sleep.” @Mr Writes

Michael’s eyes shot in the direction of the sound of pain. “You okay?” He asked with concern in his tone, something sure to annoy Carla. “MAC AND CHEEEEEESE!” Milo shouted in excitement. Michael smiled. “You needed rest”. He assured her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m fine. I forgot about my ankle and if I’m honest…this baby is kicking my rib black and blue.” She smiled hearing Milo get excited over mac and cheese. Carla leaned over Milo, meeting Michael half way as they shared a kiss. “Thank you.” Over the summer, Michael and Carla had discussed what being parents infront of Milo would look like. Carla expressed that she wanted him to know what true loved looked like while at his dad’s house. @Mr Writes

Michael’s lips left Carla’s. Their home was a harmonious and loving one. Important for all children to have that. Michael’s hand held her bump. “Calm down little one”. He said softly with a smile. “We’re nearly ready, take a hop over to the table”. He smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled before pouting when he told her to go hop over to the table. “I can’t leave you.” She looked down at the bump. Putting his hand back. “They stop kicking when your hands there.” She sighed a bit of relief. Eventually she had to go over to the table. Limbing slightly as she didn’t want to put pressure on her ankle. “What’s your schedule like tomorrow?” @Mr Writes

“Same as today”. He began to answer her. “Is Milo here again tomorrow?” He asked, leaning over to look at the calendar in the kitchen. “How was it getting him today?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla shook her head no. Trying not to upset Milo who had been getting upset going back to his mums house. “It went okay. People whispered and looked.” She said taking a sip of her drink @Mr Writes

Michael smiled and nodded back toward her as he leaned over again to look over the calendar. “Carla’s picking you up Friday, that’s exciting! Here for the weekend eh!” He said to get him hyped again. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled at him. “And we can have a movie night. With popcorn and cakes.” She smiled at Michael as Milo smiled again. Smiling as he came to sit next to her while his dad played dinner. After dinner, Carla done bath and bedtime with Milo. Sending him downstairs to say goodnight to Michael. @Mr Writes

Michael kissed Milo goodnight and sent him back upstairs where Carla was waiting to put him to bed. This was another routine that had began during summer. It made Carla feel more like a part of his life, having that responsibility some evenings. “All settled?” He asked as Carla crept downstairs. @Mrs Writes 💓

“One out of two are settled. However it is your turn.” She said, plopping herself down to the couch next to Michael. Elevating her ankle onto the console table. “Ow, it looks sorer than it is.” @Mr Writes

Michael shuffled along the couch slightly so she could join him. “You’re the other one that needs to settle?” He assumed smiling, swinging her leg round onto his thigh to examine her ankle. “You need to rest it. Ice, anti-inflammatory” he told her in his most soft bedside manner he could muster. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Stop doctoring me.” Carla hits him with a pillow. “I was talking about your other child who clearly wants your attention. Put me in bloody A&E just to see you today.” Carla pulled her top up over the bump. “Do I have any bruises on my ribs. This baby already doesn’t like me” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as the pillow bounced off his chest. Michael examined her belly. “Of course you won’t have any bruises”. He laughed. “The baby adores the home you’ve given them, thats the reason for the kicking” michail smiled proudly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I don’t believe you” Carla moaned moving her hips to get comfy. “I believe that we are having a girl and she’s already a daddy’s girl.” She rubbed her bump. “I’ve changed my mind. I want to find out what we’re having.” Carla looked over at him. It was Carla who didn’t want to find out initially. @Mr Writes

Michael had felt slightly unsure throughout the rest of the day at work and evening at home, but Carla’s words had just calmed him down. “Okay, so, I have a confession to make”… he paused, reaching to hold her hand from her bump. “When I was looking over your patient chart, I saw something…” he paused. “I saw what we’re having…” he smiled carefully. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael! Why were you looking at my chart?” She kicked him playfully. “Oww” she moaned forgetting about her ankle. “Well hurry up and tell me!” She smiled sitting up a bit. “It’s a girl isn’t it?” She asked excitedly. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed, jolting at her kick against him before immediately going into concern mode as she winced. “Stop forgetting about your bloody ankle”. He laughed. Carla’s smiled was intense. She was excited. She’d wanted to know what they were having for so long. He stared at her, lovingly for a moment, which seemed longer than it was in the suspense. He nodded as his grin grew. “We’re having a girl”. He said excitedly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Will you stop bloody checking my chart” she hit back at him with a smile. She screamed excitedly as he told her. Kissing him. “I knew it.” She smiled before kissing him again. Now straddling him on the couch. “I love you” she looked down at him lovingly. @Mr Writes

Her smile and obvious happiness shone through the room as she positioned herself against his lap, kissing him uncontrollably, happily. “Stop having accidents and hurting yourself and turning up at hospital and I’ll stop snooping into your patient charts”. He laughed and kissed her in return. It was clear she loved him. She told him, but she looked it too. Acted it. “I love YOU.” He assured her. “We’re having a girl”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla gave him a look. “You promised me when we fell pregnant that you would be my partner not my doctor. Stop it.” She smiled before kissing him again. “A girl…” she was so happy, however the expression of happiness faded slightly as Carla looked at him. “Michael, we actually have to talk..” she said. Staying where she was on his lap. @Mr Writes

Her tone turned serious. “Go on?…” he asked, holding her hip as she rested against him. What could be so serious at this moment? @Mrs Writes 💓

“Have you changed your next of kin?” She asked. It wasn’t something you thought of in divorce. Carla had been with Frankie since she was 17. “I also don’t know if or who I should change it to? Are you sure you want to be stuck with me?” She asked looking down at him. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as he leaned back against the back of the couch as she straddled him. “You’re carrying my child, we live together and I’m obsessed with every inch of you. I’m positive I want to be stuck with you”. He nodded laughing still, kissing her cheek modestly. “I haven’t changed it. I guess we both forgot to do that”. He admitted. “I’ll do it tomorrow at work” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I changed you to it today however I just panicked thinking…what if you didn’t want to be it.” She admitted. “I know. I’m overthinking” Carla admitted. “Also. I know you’re going to say no. If anything happens to me during labour, you save her. No matter what.” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed, smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Calm down”. He smiled again at a whisper. She was right, she was overthinking. “You will both be healthy ladies”. He kissed her cheek again. “So Frankie won’t be bothered with Next Of Kin again?” He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No he will not. He’s been relieved of his 9 year duty.” She smiled down at him. “I love you” she leaned in kissing him. “I love you” she repeated, kissing him again. “Whats your plan this weekend? I’m away bridesmaid shopping with Vic and Lilia” @Mr Writes

Michael pressed his lips to hers each time she initiated a kiss, telling him how she loved him. “I love you too” he told her, squeezing her thigh as the seriousness of her saying they needed to talk had passed. “I’ve got a short shift tomorrow morning, then I’ll be home. When are you all going?” He asked with a pause. “You’ll have to show me what you try on”. He smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’re not allowed to see until the wedding day” Carla booped his nose. “Which by the way is been moved up a month..” Carla almost rolled her eyes. She got off him, drapping her legs over his as she lay on the couch. “Let’s just hope this babygirl doesn’t come early” she rubbed her bump. @Mr Writes

“I can’t even see the rejected dresses?” He asked disappointed and shocked. “I need to wait until I see you walking down the aisle with Vic and the girls to see the woman I love in her bridesmaid dress?!” He teased. Michael rubbed her uninjured foot as she rested her legs against him, her leopard print dress flowing toward the floor. “How’s their wedding been moved?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla explained why Vic moved the wedding up a month. “So yeah” Carla said at the end of her statement. “Oh we still need to decide if we are bringing Milo with us. It’s completely up to you.” She said poking her bump where the baby was kicking. “This one is coming with us either way” @Mr Writes

“I don’t think he should be there. Maybe Amanda will have him?” He suggested. “Or if she’s busy, my parents?” He suggested further. “Baby’s first party at the wedding”. He laughed, poking the bump as she did too. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Daddy better behave” Carla spoke to the bump. “And not drink too much as mummy could pop you out at that point.” She added. Carla glanced up at him with a smirk. It wasn’t often he got to hear her baby talk voice. Soon it will be all he will hear. @Mr Writes

“behave yourself”. He smirked with a laughter against his lips. Her own smirk grew against her baby-talk voice. “That’s how I used to talk to Milo” he reminisced. “He’ll be such a good big brother”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You still talk to Milo that way, you just add a bud or a mate in” she smiled, glancing up at him. “Right, babies tired. They’ve had a long day in A&E” Carla could joke about it now. She got off the couch slowly. Stopping once she was up. She had forgotten about her ankle again, but didn’t want Michael to know that. “Is daddy coming to bed?” She asked. @Mr Writes

“That’s true”. He laughed. “I just can’t think that he’s still not my first little boy”. He shrugged his shoulders defeated. “Of course” Michael pushed himself to his feet and tidied the couch as Carla hobbled to the stairs. “Want a hand?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Nope, I got it” Carla smiles, going up the stairs. “Can you bring my water bottle up?” She asks half way up. Carla got changed into her pjs before cozying up in bed. “I’m exhausted” she sighed out. Smiling as he came into the room “hi handsome” @Mr Writes

Michael turned back around from the stairs and into the kitchen, cleaning her water bottle before filling it up and turning the lights off. “Hello cosy”. He smiled at how cosy and tucked up she’d got herself so quickly. He brushed his teeth before changing his underwear to a fresh pair before pulling back the duvet and pull himself in. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla immediately snuggled into him as much as she could now. She slept better touching him. Hating when he was working nights. “I’m thinking of changing my name.” Carla said softly, tracing shapes through the hair on his chest @Mr Writes

“Changing it to…?” He asked, watching her finger trace patterns. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Back to Riley” she said softly. Going into thought not listening to any questions he had. @Mr Writes

“I thought you was going to say Wright”. He laughed as he laid still while her trace of her fingers softly against his chest gave him goosebumps. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Maybe one day, if somebody asks” she smiled up at him. Continuing to trace her fingers gently over him. “It dawned on me today, that when baby girl” she grinned up at him. “When baby girl is born, she’s going to have my last name while in hospital. So baby Evans.” Carla’s demeanour changed as she cuddled back into him. “Which just doesn’t feel right sometimes.” @Mr Writes

“Maybe I can do something about that” he suggested, wrapping his arms round her gently as she cuddled up to him with a grin across her cheeks which had slowly diminished. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You would have to be divorced first” she commented. “It’s not a Huge deal because technically it’s only on her baby bracelet and then it will be Mabel Wright on her birth certificate” after a moment Carla shakes her head “I don’t like Mabel, sounds like a dog.” @Mr Writes

“You wouldn’t say yes if my papers weren’t finalised?” He asked. “I really don’t like Mabel”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Honestly, I don’t know. I feel like none of us are really in a rush to get married again. Are we?” Carla looked up at him “you know you don’t have to marry me just because I’m having your child.” @Mr Writes

“You don’t think there’s a little box with a ring inside hidden somewhere in this house?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I don’t know.” She smiled “I wouldn’t want you to think you had to propose to me. Honestly what is the rush just now.” She put her hand on the bump, “I’m happy with our little family.” She leaned up kissing him. “I need to pee…again” she got out of bed for the first time of many to pee. @Mr Writes

Carla had no reason to know that Michael did indeed have a ring hidden somewhere. He wasn’t forced or feel pressured. He knew what was right. What he wanted. Who he wanted. He sat silently as she returned to bed. Watching her. “Be careful what you wish for”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What did I wish for?” Carla climbed back into bed. “Ow my fucking ankle.” She held it after she put her whole weight on it while getting into bed. “Micheal” she pouted down to him. “Can I have a back rub?” She said laying down with her back facing him. @Mr Writes

“I could get down on one knee right now”. He smirked. He nodded and got to his feet to walk to the bathroom where the oils were. “Of course”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I didn’t need oils” she smiled at him. “Your hands were enough” she rolled to the other side so he wouldn’t have to walk far. @Mr Writes

He shook his head anyway and applied some oil to his palms, rubbing them together before starting a firm push against her lower back beneath her pyjama top. “Too hard?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla groaned a bit as he started “it’s needed. My backs breaking” she mumbled as she cuddled his pillow. “Little harder” @Mr Writes

Michael did as she requested, pushing his palms firmer, slower and harder across her lower back and up toward her shoulders. “Like that” he suggested. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla nodded. “Yes sir” It wasn’t long until she had fallen asleep to his touch. Snuggling his pillow in tight as if it was him. @Mr Writes

Michael continued to massage her lower back, though gently as she had fallen asleep. Once her snoring became constant, he kissed the back of her shoulder and settled down himself. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla wasn’t asleep long before her tossing and turning started, trying to remain comfy. Thankful it didn’t seem to bother him too much. After a night of constant pees and uncomfy positions. Carla admitted defeat at Michael’s alarm. @Mr Writes

Michael kissed her forehead as his alarm went, though she was awake. “I’ll be finished at 1300, half day”. He reminded her. “Text me if you need anything”. He whispered as he got out of bed and turned the bathroom light on for a shower. @Mrs Writes 💓

She pouts as she watches him go to the shower. “I’ll be home at 2..” she says. Before getting up going to make Milo’s packed lunch. Carla always added a note saying how much his daddy loved him. Milo woke up not long after Michael’s alarm getting into their bed for his dad getting out the shower. After Carla packed his lunch she came up smiling at Milo cuddled into his dad’s pillow. “Good morning chicken, did you have a good sleep?” She tucked him in more. Sweeping back his hair. “I’ve made you a jelly sandwich for lunch.” She smiled looking away trying not to gag at the thought of it again. @Mr Writes

Michael got to work and text Carla quickly. “He got to school okay? Are you at work? How’s the ankle? X” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla text him “it’s 8.30…” She then sent him a picture of Milo playing on her smart board. “He’s spending some time in his favourite teachers classroom before I take him over to his school.” @Mr Writes

Michael looked at his watch before realising how early it was still. “Behave, both of you. Cant wait to see you later. Love you x” He placed his phone into his locker. He had 2 back to backs before finishing. 1300 came and he got changed into a clean pair of scrubs to drive home in. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had a half day on a Thursday. She finished at 12:30 and the teacher who will take over from her when the baby is born takes over. Carla came home at 2pm. Wearing her outfit and her hair in a soft curl. “Hey, I’m home” she shouted, putting her computer down. @Mr Writes

6:26 AM

“Baby?” Michael called from upstairs. “I’ve just got out the shower”. He said as he heard her footsteps coming up. “I didn’t get a chance to at work”. He said as she appeared in the mirror’s reflection. “You look cute…” @Mrs Writes 💓

She leaned at the door smiling at his reflection in the mirror. “Mhm” she bite her lip. Coming over to him as he was picking out an outfit. She took her jacket off. “Daddy..” @Mr Writes

“mummy..” Michael smirked as she seductively leaned against the doorframe. @Mrs Writes 💓

She threw her jacket on the bed before hugging him from behind. “Daddy” she kissed his shoulder before her hands drop to his waist, dropping the towel to the floor. @Mr Writes

Michael stood frozen and out of control as his woman’s lips pressed his shoulder, releasing his towel to the floor behind him. “Tough day baby?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mhm” she kissed from one shoulder to the other. She ran her hand from his back round to his front. Smiling up at him “Hi” her hand drop to his cock as she went on her tippy toes and kissed him @Mr Writes

His cock grew in the palm of her soft hand as he stood naked in the middle of their bedroom, caught by surprise with her lustful return home. “Hey trouble”. He smirked, his lips pressing hers. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Hi daddy” she bit his lower lip as she kissed him again. Stroking his growing length in her hand. The other pressed against him. “Did you have a good day?” She asked as she returned to her flat feet still feeling his length, dropping her hand suddenly to his balls @Mr Writes

“Mummy”. He whispered as her teeth released his lips. Her wrist stroking him gently, teasing him harder. “It’s getting better…” he admitted, staring at her lovingly. “Your hips look good in this dress…” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smirked up at him. “I felt sexy today…” she said before she backed him up to the bed. She let go of his cock as he sat on the edge of the bed. Slowly stripping infront of him. @Mrs Writes 💓

6:51 AM

(I’m clearly my own favourite writes

@Mr Writes )

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“You look sexy…” he told her before she sat him down, his own hand now against his cock. His eyes glued to the show that she began. @Mrs Writes 💓

She dropped her dress before slowly unclipping her bra. “I feel it” she smiled, slowly lowering her panties. Watching him pleasure himself. @Mr Writes

Michael kept himself leaning across the bed, his eyes watching her like a play at the theatre. “Forget feeling it, you’re being it”. He told her, pleasuring himself to the view she was giving him. He adored the spontaneous nature they shared physically. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled back at him. After her panties were on the floor, she rubbed her bump. She came between his legs. She allowed him to run his hands over her before she turned so her back was to him. She bent over slightly as if she was going to sit. Rubbing her ass against his the length of cock. @Mr Writes

“Don’t. Don’t tease me like that”. He moaned, slapping her cheeks lustfully as she grinded against him. “Wow…” he moaned. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m not teasing” she smirked over her shoulder. She continued to grind against him. Starting to play with her clit before allowing his cock to enter her pussy. Rocking her hips back and fourth. “Mummy can’t do this for long daddy” @Mr Writes

Michael’s moan would have woken the whole house if they weren’t home alone. “But mummy’s such a good cowgirl”. He squeezed at her hips as she continued to ride him. The spontaneous nature of it, the speed at which she’d started it, the fact they had to get Milo in half an hour added to the excitement. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla spread her legs a bit more allowing her to go deeper, as he slid in more she matched his moans. Her nails digging into his thighs as she lifted herself up and down on him. She looked over her shoulder at him. Wanting to see his pleasure. @Mr Writes

Their eyes locked as her neck arched enough to see him, he pulled her closer to him, so that his lips could could hers before he pulled her hair and bit at her neck. Was that enough evidence of pleasure from him? The surprise and lust of Carla springing this surprise on him had done wonders for the passion in the room. Michael looked at their clothes across the floor, his hands squeezing and glasping at her breasts. “Don’t you dare slow down…” Her pace was perfect. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had began to slow down slightly, however hearing him say not to. She kept up her pace and pushed through the back pain. Her boobs bouncing at the same pace of her rhythm. The sound of her body meeting his mixed with their moans echoing throughout the room. “Cum for mummy, daddy” she bite her lip. @Mr Writes

Michael smirked and slapped her waistline as she freed him to climax. “I don’t want this to end”. He told her lovingly, lustfully. “This was a fucking good surprise”. He bit his lip, watching her breasts bounce against her bump infront of him. That was it, that was what did it. He moaned and released himself, pulling at her hair immediately as his cum filled her. “But what about you”. He panted. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla remained ontop for a few minutes after he finished. As he asked what about her, she smiled softly slowly getting off him. Leaning in to kiss him. “What about me? This was daddy’s surprise..” she smirked against his lips kissing him once more. “We need to get Milo” she smiled down at him. It was a rare occurrence that they had him twice during the week. @Mr Writes

Michael presses his lips to hers as she stands, cum drips onto the carpet from her thigh. Michael laughs and watches as he looks at the time. “We’re going to be late.” He wiped his cock in the bathroom with wet wipes, they’d shower later. “You ready?” He called from the bottom the stairs, car keys in his hand. “You coming?” He asks as Carla reappears. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I had to pee..” she says coming down the stairs. Slipping her sliders on. She had changed into leggings and a workout top. They managed to get to Milo’s school in enough time for the bell ringing. It was the first time the both of them were picking him up. Milo ran straight to Carla, hugging her legs. Carla smiled giving him a hug before sticking her tongue out at Michael @Mr Writes

“wiped the cum from your thigh?” He smirked, biting his lip as he drove to the school. Michael smiled and watched from Milo’s embrace to Carla to her sticking her tongue out to him. Their relationship was so strong and natural. “Let’s go”. Michael said, grabbing Carla’s hand and turning back to the car park. They arrived home and Milo asked for daddy’s famous Mac and cheese again. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla pulled a face at the Mac and cheese request. “Can Carla have something different?” She asked. Thankfully there was enough things in the house for Michael to make Milo his Mac and cheese. Carla convincing Michael they should have a takeout once Milo was in bed. Michael done the bath and bed time routine while Carla tidied up downstairs. She also ordered them both food from the local burger joint. “Could you go pick it up pleaseeeee?” She fluttered her eyes at him. @Mr Writes

Michael came downstairs and pulled the door too quietly as Milo’s light turned off through the app on Michael’s phone. “Sure, is it ready soon?” He asked, putting his sliders on at the front door. “Leaving now?” He asked, to which Carla nodded and Michael smiled at her fluttering eyes again. “I’ll be back soon” he smiled and closed the door quietly behind him. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla got out her craft stuff, sitting at the kitchen table. What Michael didn’t know was she had been for a boudoir photoshoot in all of her pregnancy lingerie and some without anything on it. She sticked them into a photo album for him. Wrapping it up with the label daddy on it. When he came home she acted natural, sitting on the couch. The present wrapped on the table infront of them. “Did you get it alright?” She asked.

7:10 AM

@Mr Writes

7:10 AM

Michael nodded and placed the bag and boxes inside on the kitchen counter, reaching for some plates and a glass each for a soft drink. “This is… yours” he double checked, handing her the plate with some chips on the plate too and halloumi bites. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Thank you” she smiled taking it. “I got you a present… but open it after dinner..” she couldn’t hide her grin. @Mr Writes

Michael looked from the label with “daddy” written on it, to her tucking into a bite of her burger, her grin across her cheeks. “A present for me?” He asked, feeling loved. “Thank you”. He smiled to her. “I’ll look at it after dinner”. @Mrs Writes 💓

After dinner, Carla cleared the plates stacking the dishwasher before coming back and sitting next to him. “Open it!” She handed it to him @Mr Writes

Carla handed him the small rectangular package and Michael began to unwrap it, revealing a white covered photo album with a heart on the cover. “Open it?” He looked at her as she nodded. He opened the first cover page. “For my man, my world, all my love, Carla xx” was written in her nearest handwriting. He smiled and turned the next page. Carla appeared, laid upon white plush fabrics, covered in a white silk robe across her shoulders and breasts. He smiled and turned the page again. Carla stood in black and white, silk see-through robes flushed across her body. He bit his lip, looking from the page to Carla next to him. “Look at the next one”. Carla told him. He turned the page. Black lingerie one piece with her cleavage staring at him. He stood to his feet. “I’ve got something for you”. He smiled with a laughter off his lips. He’d got something for her last week, and was waiting for the right time to present it to her. He returned carrying a small bag. “You open this…” @Mrs Writes 💓

SPOILER

She opened it. Smiling up at him. “Baby, I have more of this than I do normal underwear…” she smiled. “Thank you daddy..should I go and try it on?” She said, getting up. She left and went to try it on. Coming back moments later wearing it. Handing him his phone. “2 minutes to take pictures…”

8:53 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael looked through the last 3 photo’s in the photo album, and turned the page. “To be continued”. Carla had written. “I have a favourite”. He smirked as he put the book down on the coffee table as she reappeared down the stairs. He stared at her and took his phone. “2 minutes?” He smirked. She worked angles, behind, to the side, front on before she laid down on the couch. “Take some like this too”. He smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

After two minutes Carla got up. Taking her panties off before putting her shorts on. “They were so tight.” She breathed out, rubbing the bump. “What was your favourite?” She sat down next to him. Looking over his shoulder. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “I’ll bare that in mind next time, larger panties”. He smirked watching her place them on the side of the couch. “This one is my favourite…” he opened the book to the photo he was most adored to. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Why?” She asked cuddled into him. Still wearing the outfit he had bought her. “Is this the next outfit I’m going to have to buy?” @Mr Writes

“you just borrowed them for the shoot?” He asked playfully. “They’re not all upstairs waiting for their moment?” He teased. He looked over to her next to him, then back to the book with the page open. “You look peaceful, elegant” he paused with a smile, staring at it. “Sexy. You look like you feel sexy in yourself.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I do feel sexy” she said, leaning on his shoulder. “You…you make me feel sexy” she kissed the corner of his mouth. Before moving the book out of the way. Moving onto his lap. “The way you love me. The way you have loved me throughout all of this…” she kissed him once more. Holding his head in her hands. “You. Are the reason I feel sexy.” @Mr Writes

He shook his head and let her kiss him as she held his head by the bottom of his cheeks. “No, you do it yourself”. He assured her. “You feel sexy because you do it yourself”. He tried to dodge the approval she gave him, wanting her to feel it herself. The hem of her play suit he bought her rested against his thighs. He loved feeling the weight of her against him. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We only have a few weeks…maybe days..left of me sitting like this.” She asked smiling down at him. She knew she was getting heavier with baby girl growing. “Have you told anyone your having a daughter” she tried to hide her smirk. @Mr Writes

He shook his head, holding her waistline tightly beneath the silk gown. “Maybe we should start meeting up with people and telling them together?” He suggested. “Would that be fun?” He asked. “What do you think of this then?” He asked, pulling at the material gently. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It’s cute. The lace around the breast area is toying at my nipples though” she smiled adjusting her boobs. “What do you think of it?” She asked looking down at him. @Mr Writes

He couldn’t help but watch her readjust her breasts between the lace. “I love it…” he paused to stare at her. “Your cleavage is fantastic” he smirked himself as his eyes returned to hers. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Is it though?” She asked smiling down at him. “I don’t know…” she played completely dumb. Twirling her hair around her finger. @Mr Writes

“mmhmm” he murmured as her fingers twirled her hair. “Here, look..” he said with a playful grin, his hands pulling the material off of her shoulders and off of her breasts, releasing them instantly. “I just had to”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh you just had too..” she smiled. “I’m waiting for you to suck them” she smirking, leaning down to kiss him as she smirked against him

9:41 AM

@Mr Writes

“Shhh.” He whispered, putting his finger to her lips as he started at her, pulling her body toward him slightly, resting his other hand on her breasts as his lips sucked at them as she suggested. He knew she liked her breasts being adored and worshipped. @Mrs Writes 💓

She bite her lip, looking down as him as he sucked away at her breasts. His other hand toying and squeezing at the other. “Daddy” she moaned out quietly as she gripped the back of his head. @Mr Writes

“I said shhh” he said playfully, a smirk broke between his lips, she could feel it as his cheeks brushed his breasts as he refused to stop sucking and exploring at her breasts, his tongue flicking her nipple. @Mrs Writes 💓

The grip on his hair deepened as he told her to stay quiet. Which was a struggle for her. She began to move her hips ever so slightly to cause a bit of friction between them. @Mr Writes

His left hand began to pull and pull at her hair as her hips broke into a gentle movement. His right hand pulled and held the silk of the hem of her playsuit. His lips had not left her breasts at all, continuing to kiss, suck & lick with exploration. @Mrs Writes 💓

For the first time Carla could feel herself getting closer to an orgasm just by her breasts being played with. She had to pull away. Smiling down at him. “No..no I.” She was a bit shocked by it all. “I was going to cum…I can’t cum…quietly.” @Mr Writes

Michael heard her. He pulled her back to where she was and continued the work he was doing. He squeezed at her breasts as his lips released them for a moment to speak only. “I said shh” he paused. “But if you can’t cum quietly, then cum loudly”. He told her. He felt bossy. “Now, where was I?” He asked as his tongue flicked multiple times at her nipple, sucking again at her breast and pulling her hair with his other hand. @Mrs Writes 💓

Her head tilted back. She moaned out playfully “I hate you.” As she gripped his hair too. Her other hand gripping his shoulder. It wasn’t long before she clamped her legs to his, coming with a moan that wasn’t too loud for her. Carla covered her face a bit embarrassed @Mr Writes

Although small, the way she leant back and told him she hated him filled him with a feeling of love and humour. Even in a lustful moment, she was still honest and sassy. Michael felt her legs pin closely to his as she controlled her breathing and was surprising quieter than both of them expected. He gave her breasts a long, hard such in a finale type moment as grinned down at her. “That was hot” he told her, climaxing through him just exploring her skin. Her cheeks blushed. “How can you be embarrassed with the man in love with you?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Because.” She hid her face in the groove of his neck. “That was intense, god knows what my face looked like..I don’t even have panties on. So these shorts are wet now..” she muffled out to him. It came in waves to Carla if she was embarrassed by her cumming face or not. @Mr Writes

He laughed, pushing her to her feet. “What a day” Michael paused reaching for the photo album again to pick it up and carry it upstairs. “I think it’s about time we showered, don’t you?” Thinking back over the last few hours together in the afternoon and evening together. “Come on” he offered her his hand to steady her in her feet. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Um..” she smirked “okay..” she took his hand, following him to the bathroom. He put his new album down somewhere and joined her in the bathroom. “Lock the door” Carla said. Leaning against the bathroom counter still wearing her playsuit that he bought her. “Don’t get in the shower..” @Mr Writes

Michael was cornered against the bathroom door with his back to it, his hand reached behind him and turned the lock. He stared at her, her body glowing with that pregnancy glow. “Don’t get in the shower”. He repeated. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla opened her arms for him. She was still leaning against the counter with her back. Once he started to move towards her “wait.” She lowered her shorts to her ankles before kicking them to the side. She opened her arms again with a grin. Once she had embraced him. She kissed him a few times. “Lift me to the counter.” @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lower lip as he followed every command she gave without hesitation. Locking the door. Approaching her outstretched arms. His arms wrapped round her waistline and he sat her backside onto the bathroom counter and took a small step back to admire the view. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla fixed her black locks, making sure her hair sat nicely. She smirked at Michael. “What are you looking at?” She asked. Once she had her answer. She smiled, spread her legs and looked at him. “Eat me” she almost giggled it out. “Please” @Mr Writes

She knew exactly what he was looking at. “You don’t need to say please”. He told her confidently, pushing himself down onto his knees infront of her, admiring the new view of her cared for pussy. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You should always say please…where are your manners..” she smirked down at him. “You should always clean up too when you make a mess” she said. Scooting a little closer to the edge for him. @Mr Writes

Michael had no problem cleaning up as Carla put it. He stared up at her, his own cock twinging with the affection and lust they’d shared today, showing no signs of slowing down. His tongue started just pass her ass, and travelling all the way across and through her lips to her smooth skin above, before he repeated the teasing motion again and again. Licking his lips. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla gripped the edge of counter as he teased her. “Michael Wright!” She looked down at him. “You’ve teased me enough today. You better start eating at not stop until I’ve came again…” she said a bit more sternly @Mr Writes

“Hm” he paused his tongue’s travels. “Not stop” he paused. “You told me to stop downstairs and I didn’t” he smirked up at her. He sucked at her labia. “Now be quiet again”. He lustfully stared up at her between her thighs. @Mrs Writes 💓

She couldn’t keep as quiet as she did before. As he started to lap his tongue around her, she tighten her grip around the counter before moving one hand to his hair. Her head went back as she moaned. Biting her lip. “Daddy please” she moaned out

6:23 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael couldn’t believe the 48 hours they’d had together. So much love and adoration. So much lust. They were so far successfully not caught by Milo. The door was locked. This time he wouldn’t walk in on anything. Her moans were not dangerous. Her calls for daddy and her pleas for more were harmless. He would subdue to her commands and swallow her one final time. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla tried her hardest to not suffocate him between her thighs as she came, however it was hard not close her legs as she came. Gripping his hair as she moaned. Afterwards, hopping into the shower with him. @Mr Writes

Her request from the moment he moved in was showers together. They’d a need to now. It still didn’t stop his gazes and stares of love. Nothing would ever stop that. He handed her her towel as he stepped out first, the water dripping and pooling on the tiles. “Wow” he laughed, having his breath back properly now. “You have been amazing. Making me speechless. I’ve not known what was next” he laughed again. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I didn’t do anything baby” she said softly. Wrapping the towel around her tucking it in her beside her breast. She then wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I. Love. You” @Mr Writes

Michael turned to face her as her arms held his shoulders. His smile grew. He couldn’t get tired of hearing that from her. He knew that she was his forever. He just needed her families approval. “I love you Carla” he told her. Straight and to the point, he couldn’t speak more factually. @Mrs Writes 💓

She kissed him once more before leaving his embrace, getting dried and dressed into her go to pjs. She got into bed, rubbing the bump with coconut butter. “What is the point of this? Because I already have stretch marks..”

7:09 AM

She smiled up at him as he came out the bathroom. She did truly love him. She knew it every time she looked at him, however the small part of her always doubted his love for her. Not because she didn’t trust and believe him, because of how hurt she had been before with Frankie. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed in agreement. “I mean, yeah but I guess it just manages it, not prevents it” he shrugged, climbing into bed next to her and turning on the small bedside lamp. “Who’s dropping Milo off to school?” He asked, forgetting their schedule. “Are we seeing my grandad tomorrow still?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla rubbed the excess coconut butter onto her arms before settling down for the night. “You are- What?” She looked over at him. “What grandad?” Carla looked over at him so confused. “Oh the dinner.” It was a lightbulb moment. “Uh..yeah..” she said nervously. @Mr Writes

“you still happy to go?” He asked. Turning over to face her. He repeated the days plan to confirm he understood the logistics. “I’m taking him to school. Neither of us are picking him up. We’re both coming here and then getting ready to go to grandads for dinner? Correct?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m working, so I could take him. However he likes to spend quality time with his dad.” Carla said. “What time is dinner? Oh I feel nervous already” Carla said. She hated meeting family for the first time. Since she was meeting his grandad first, it showed that his grandad meant a lot to him. “He knows she’s yours right?” Carla pointed to her stomach. @Mr Writes

Michael’s arm wrapped round Carla from above the duvet. “I’ll take him, take the pressure of you rushing” he told her as she explained her nerves. Michael laughed. “Of course he knows we’re having a baby together. We’re going round about 6pm” he reminded her. “It’ll be fine” he reassured her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh” she moaned nervously hiding her face. “What if he hates me???” She asked, her nerves were evident. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed again. “He’s a 73 year old man. Do they really hate people at that age?” He asked with a further laugh. “He’s not going to hate the woman I have chosen to love and cherish is he”. He assured her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla just gave him a look before the simple question of “Did he like Amanda? Cause I’m the second women you’ve chosen..” she finally smirked, letting Michael know she was only playing with him. “I’m still nervous” she huffed as she cuddled into him. It wasn’t long before they both were asleep. Waking up the next morning Carla got showered and ready for her day of work. She went downstairs to meet them both. Giving Milo’s hair a mess before kissing Michael. “Morning” @Mr Writes

4:22 AM

Michael walked downstairs pushing his hair back with his fingers and Milo and Carla chatted, Carla greeted Michael’s arrival with a kiss. “Morning” he replied, his own lips pressing hers too. “I’m shattered” he whispered with a laugh against her chin as they released a hug. His body felt empty, muscles ached. “You’ve been on fire” “Are you secret shopping? I swear it’s something new everyday” he laughed, twirling for her. “Boring red today for me” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Secret shopping-“ she clicked, smiling as he spinned. “That’s burgundy baby” she smirked. “And no to the secret shopping. This is all the clothes I bought last year in anticipation of being pregnant and then…well u know, I never got to wear them.” She shrugged, making herself a tea in her flask. “Right Milo, I will see you at the weekend…?” She smiled at him. “Daddy can we go to Carla’s classroom before school?” He asked. Carla gave Michael a kiss before having to leave. She liked to be in early to prep for the day. @Mr Writes

“If we’ve got time, you need breakfast and you’re not in your uniform yet” Michael playfully kicked Milo toward the stairs. “Go get dressed, daddy will make toast”. He told him. He closed the door behind Carla. Fed Milo and got ready to leave. “Got time for him to come and see you?” He text Carla as he parked up at school. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I always have time for you two.” She replied. The teaching assistant was in today. Just before Michael entered the classroom, the assistant came in talking to Carla. “Oh my god, the hottest dad I’ve ever seen has just came into the school.” She said not realising Michael was behind her. Carla smirked “That would be Michael…he is also mine.” She smiled over at Michael. The assistant, Tina going bright read. “Here, why don’t you go to the laminator” Carla gave her an out. Milo was more interested in the smart board which he now knew how to set up himself. @Mr Writes

“Nice to meet you Tina” Michael laughed, letting Milo run off. “I haven’t been in one of your classrooms since sports day” he teased. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Why were you in Carla’s classroom at sports day?” Milo asked looking over at you. Carla tapped Michael’s shoulder, going over to her desk getting on with some marking as she tried to hide her own blushed cheeks at the memories. @Mr Writes

Michael stared at Carla. She knew what she was doing removing herself. “I needed more suncream and one of your teachers said that Miss Evans had some” he smiled. He’d got away with that one. “Right?” He said, looking at Carla behind her desk. She looked full of intelect. She knew he liked that. @Mrs Writes 💓

She sat back on her chair, pushing her classes to her hair. “Yeah.” She agreed with Michael, smiling at Milo as she rubbed the bump. Milo looked at his dad before looking back at the screen. “Silly daddy…it’s Mrs Evans” Carla laughed, before biting her lip. “Sorry” she said looking up at Michael. “I’m still nervous…” Carla looked at him. @Mr Writes

“For later?” He asked, looking at his watch? @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah, I’ve ordered a wee thing for him from the baby…is that lame?” She asked swirling in her seat before standing. Carla went over hugging him. Leaning up giving him a kiss accidently nipping his lip. “Ow..sorry. Her fault not mine” she put his hand over where she was kicking. Milo running over to feel too. Carla looked up at Michael with teary eyes as Milo rubbed and spoke to the bump. “I can’t cry.” She whispered. @Mr Writes

“That’s cute, not lame” he smiled lovingly. “Milo, go and get your bag, Carla will take you to your class.” Michael hugged Carla. Shaking his head. “Dont be nervous” he paused. “Get home early”. He whispered his suggestion. “I’ll give you a calming massage?” He suggested. “Have something silky on” @Mrs Writes 💓

“How did I get landed on the school run..” she smiled up at him. Leaning in for one more kiss. “Come on then chicken.” Carla says as they walk Michael to the office. Carla can sneak Milo through their office and into the conjoining schools one. After a long day, Carla went home. Getting home first. She assembled the gift she had bought his grandad. It was just a bottle of whiskey with a sticker saying “Great Grandad, I can’t wait to meet you.” @Mr Writes

Michael’s day was smooth and simple, though he got held up slightly by his admin staff. “On my way x” he text Carla just so that she wouldn’t worry that he wasn’t home around his normal time, though it was only half an hour later. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Okay x” she replied. She left the bottle of whiskey on the counter as she went upstairs to change. She had forgotten about his silky request however had laid multiple outfits on the bed. Debating what is appropriate to meet his grandfather in. @Mr Writes

Michael closed the front door behind him and took off his shoes, still in his scrubs. “Car?” He called out, poking his head into the kitchen and living room but unable to find her. “Car?” He called again getting to the stairs. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla hadn’t heard him the first time. Only when he got closer to the stairs. “Broom broom” she shouted back. Laughing to herself. “What do I wear tonight?” She asked. @Mr Writes

“What are the options?” He asked opening the bedroom door to find her stood over the bed pondering. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What im wearing..and then whatever else i have” she moved out the way so he could see everything covering the bed. She could feel him tower behind her, his arms wrapping around her. She relaxed instantly into him. “Hi..” she whispered @Mr Writes

Michael felt her body weight ease against his as he wrapped himself around her, kissing the back of her head. “Hey”. He whispered in the same tone in return. He stared over her at the bed covered in clothes. “Hmmm, tough”. He agreed. “I don’t like this one”. He pointed. “This one I need to see for date night” he laughed, pointing. “I think this one tonight”. His final point. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well you will have to let me go so I can get undressed” she said as she pulled his embrace closer. She smirked over her shoulder at him. “I just want to stay like this…forever” she said softly before resting her head back to his shoulder. @Mr Writes

“Which one is it?” He asked as he squeezed her as she looked up at him. “Letting go so you can get undressed, or staying like this forever?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Staying like this forever” she smiled Before pouting “but knowing you’re going to have to let me go so I can change.” She tapped his hands to release her. Picking up the outfit he had chosen. Going to the bathroom to try it on. “Michael…I don’t think I can meet your grandfather in this…” she shouts from the bathroom. Before opening the door coming out in a matching set for him. “You said silk..”

12:23 AM

@Mr Writes

SPOILER

Michael turned to face the bathroom door as it opened, he’d been putting the dresses back in the wardrobe. He stared at her for a moment. A smirk across her cheeks. “Well I wasn’t expecting that”. He bit his lower lip as he continued to stare. He walked toward her and past her into the bathroom, his hand grazing her silk material and silk smooth skin as he past, opening the cupboard. He reacted for a bottle and grabbed it, holding her from behind as he turned back around, showing the bottle to her with his arm outstretched. “Massage lube” he whispered. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I always feel like a student with you.” She smiled leaning against the door frame, unconsciously rubbing the bump as she smiled over at him. “Aren’t I getting too big for a massage? Unless I’m sitting up..” @Mr Writes

He watched her lean against the door frame and gaze up at him, her hand exploring her bump. “It says it’s 2 in 1”. He shrugged. “With a calming extract and sensual smell to act as an oil and lubricant” he continued. “Honey flavour” he laughed finally. “That depends where my baby girl wants a massage”. He told her, squeezing some of it onto his fingers, licking it off. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla tried to mask the gag at the flavour. “Depends what babygirl your on about. This one would like her shoulders done and this one” she pokes the bump. “Would like daddy to never lick his fingers like that again” she laughed pointing to the sink as she took the lube off him. Reading it. “I have never heard of this stuff..” she sat down on the edge of the bed. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “Noted”. He handed her the bottle, watching her move to the edge of the bed and read the bottle. “Well, which one of you is in charge?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled up from reading. “Mhm which one do you think…” “Michael we are going to be late..” she smiled at him. Putting the lube down on the bed. “Will we just have sex” she asked blankly with a small giggle @Mrs Writes 💓

12:39 AM

(Ffs @Mr Writes)

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Michael stared and shrugged. He didn’t know which of his ladies was the boss. “You….?” He guessed. Her giggle and blank expression told a story. Did she not want a massage? Did she not want that loving touch? Was she warm to be fucked? Did she feel too sexy to waste her silk 2 piece? @Mrs Writes 💓

“Unless you want to massage my shoulders…” she said lowering the straps of her bra. She smirked over at him as it was clear any movement would cause her boobs to fall out from the weight. “Daddy’s choice” she said @Mr Writes

Michael watched her seductively stare toward him as her fingers teased at her straps holding her breasts. “I want to be 10 minutes late” he smirked. “What if you sat between my legs as I massage your shoulders, and all the touching pushed me to wanting to rip the remaining lace off of you and fuck you?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mhm” she bit her lip standing up so he could sit down. Once he sat down she also sat down, between his legs. Allowing him to massage her shoulders. @Mr Writes

“Taste?” He asked as he squired some from the bottle onto his hands and her shoulders before applying force and massaging her neck and shoulders, his fingers stretching her skin smoothly with the help of the lubricant oils. “Good?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m not tasting it” she said with a nervous laugh. She moaned pleasurably as he massaged her shoulders. “Mh-hm, further down my back a little” she said. @Mr Writes

“Why not” he laughed with her, her laugh was a nervous his, his a confident, comfortable one. His hands lowered down to the middle of her back. “There?” He asked as she pushed herself back against him slightly. “You suit white you know” he told her, a seductive tone against his voice. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Little lower” she moaned, instructing him to just above her panty line. “There” “White? Do you think?” She asked “I always thought I suited nude..” she smirked @Mr Writes

His fingers and palms reached the frilly part of her panties, very low on her back as her moan confirmed he was where she wanted him. “Nude colour or naked?” He caught her smirk and returned it. “I have plenty of preferences for you” he whispered, his hands working. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Naked…or tan” she said, knowing it would confuse him. “Like this..” she reached round for one of his arms, brining it round to her bump. Moving her hand to his she scooted back so they were together. Moving his hand under her panties. “Your tanned are you not..” @Mr Writes

Michael didn’t have a clue what she meant, but it no longer mattered. She took his right hand on a journey round her bump and under her panties. She was wet, his fingers felt it immediately. “Hmm” he moaned against her ear as she eased herself back against him. He slipped the straps off of her shoulders. “I’m tanned?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla leaned back against him. Moaning as she felt his finger explode the wetness he had created. “Daddy please” she moved her own hand over his, guiding his fingers where she wanted it. Where she needed it. Her moans increased. Feeling his left hand explore her shoulders. “Mummy wants daddy’s cock.” She whispered to him. She pulled his hand away, standing up. Carla slowly removed her panties followed by her bra. Her breasts beginning to change as her body prepared for baby girls arrival. She caught him looking, “daddy…mummy’s eyes are up here” she leaned in tilting his chin up before leaning down kissing him. The kiss was slow, sensual. Carla continued her kiss, reaching her hand down to his growing bulge within his scrubs. Carla nibbled at his bottom lip as she done so. She then took a few steps back as she continued to kiss him. Michael rising with her. He was barely standing when Carla began to loosen his scrub trousers, pushing them down. Having to then break their kiss. At that point, Carla left him. Going to the edge of the bed, bending over onto her forearm, giving him a view of her ass. Taking full advantage to jiggle her ass for him. “Mummy wants daddy’s cock…now” she said seductively. “Please” she added in softly, innocently. @Mr Writes

Carla was in one of her moods again. The mood where she was going to get what she wanted & needed, and she just needed to get Michael there with her. She knew that she did the little things in these moments so well, so elegantly and seductively that she couldn’t be resisted. Michael threw his scrub top to the floor as she tilted his head back upright and back to her eyes from her breasts. “Fucking hell Carla” he whimpered, moving with her, admiring the final view she created, demanding his cock. “Now we definitely will be late” he teased, taking control of her hips with his hands behind her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla bit her lip as he took control of her hips. Feeling his hands exploring her changing curves before she felt his grip at one of her ass cheek’s. Michael and Carla worked well together as he knew when she was in charge and when he was allowed to take over. Carla looked over her shoulder. “Stop teasing and fuck me” she smiled before pushing her ass to him. @Mr Writes

Michael smirked as she faced him, demanding he hurry up and give into her craving. “Shut up, it’s my favourite view…” he teased, slapping her cheek as he guided his cock between her tight, wet walls. The hand that had slapped her cheek grabbed her hair in its ponytail and pulled it, she arched herself and immediately moaned at that joined with the pleasure of him entering. @Mrs Writes 💓

It was Carla’s biggest craving during her pregnancy. How she is ever going to cope with the first 6 weeks of being a mother, she will never know. Michael entering her was enough to weaken her knees already. The mixture of both their moans, grunts, body’s clapping off one another filled the room. Her nerves about meeting his grandad were gone for now. “Please daddy” she moaned out to him. “I want it harder” @Mr Writes

Carla’s moans and requests for daddy, for more, to be fucked harder were instantly met by a firmer grip of her ponytail, a pull and a slap of his waist against her backside as his cock roughly, quickly smacked against her tight, wet and inviting pussy walls. Her breasts clapped with the through force. Michael’s eyes glanced from her ass, pointing skyward like a prize, to her silk white two piece below them both. “Mmmmummy” Michael moaned at the whole scenario before him. “Go commando to grandad’s” he smirked between panting, trying desperately to give her just what she wanted. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What! I’m not going commando to-fuck daddy” Carla grips the bedsheets below her. Struggling to keep her pleasure at bay. “Baby please” she looked back at him, wanting the permission she needed to allow herself to feel the pleasure he created. @Mr Writes

Michael released her hair from his grip as she looked back, pleadingly for release of pleasure. He bit his lip at the look in her eyes. He wanted it for her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had edged herself over the length of her day with the thoughts of now. Her pleasure wasn’t long in taking over. Her arms gave way as she pushed her face into the covers screaming in pleasure. Screaming his full name. “Michael please” she subtly shaked against him as she came on his cock. @Mr Writes

Carla’s back arched up toward him, giving him more of the view he adored of the woman he longed to make his wife. Her walls clenched and released, her warm juices like getting into a bath, the pleasure he felt of her cum covering his cock, a drop against the bedsheet, another rolling along her thigh. @Mrs Writes 💓

She moaned feeling him still keep the rhythm of his thrusts. “Cum inside me daddy” she moaned. Turning her head to smirk back at him. “Does daddy want to cum in mummy?” She asked trying and feeling like she was failing at dirty talk. @Mr Writes

Carla’s tilt of her head toward him with her trademark smirk etched across her lips was enough for Michael, even before she turned her tone of voice and talked dirty to him, suggesting he cums in mummy. He didn’t answer her, he couldn’t. But his grip on her waist and warm shot against her already dripping pussy told them both the story. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla moaned once more allowing her body to give up almost from the arms up. She lay her head in her arms allowing her body to feel everything they had been through together. “We’re so late.” She groaned having to bring herself up to a stand. “I can’t believe im going to meet your grandad with a uno what full of cum” she commented. @Mr Writes

Michael watched her walk toward the bathroom. “You can call it whatever you want you know?” He laughed. Michael looked at the time on his phone. He laughed continuing “fuck we really are late…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“We’re going to have to blame our unborn daughter.” Carla smiled as she got ready. Wearing a simple dress and her sliders. “Im ready” she said as she left the bathroom. Fluffing her hair a little as she yawned. “Theres a bottle of whiskey for him in the kitchen. Is that enough? Should I go get him more? No- we’re running late.” Carla was practically talking to herself. “Will I drive?” She turned to ask him, almost bumping into him. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as he rushed through his wardrobe to dress himself. (Sorry, I’ll post his outfit when I can). “Using your unborn for excuses already eh” he teased. In their frantic rushing, they almost bumped into eachoeher, Michael steadied them both with both hands against her waist to ensure she didnt lose her balance. His eyes shot across her. “I made the right choice with that dress”. He nodded happily. “You look amazing”! @Mrs Writes 💓

“You didn’t- oh you did choose this dress.” She smiled up at him. “Here I was thinking you were going to say you made the right choice in me” she teased, her eyes creasing slightly as she smiled. Her dimples appearing. “Right, I’ll wait In the car.” She said Leaving her jacket on the bed as she went downstairs. She got her car keys and waited in the car for him. @Mr Writes

“I chose the dress and my woman well!” He correct himself with his own grin as he nodded as Carla made her way to the car on the driveway. “I won’t be long”. He joined her as he sat in the passenger seat as she started the engine. “I’ll put it in the satnav” he told her with a smile. (I’m happy to continue this or time skip) @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla followed the instructions the satnav gave. Pulling up to his grandfathers house no longer than 15 minutes later. During the drive over, Carla had asked if Michael had a more special bond with his grandfather as it was the first family member of his she was meeting. She had even met Amanda’s mother already. When Michael explained the family dynamic’s that he grew up with, Carla listened intently. It was clear that Michael was curious about her own dynamic’s however Carla kept quiet and didn’t share anything about herself, not wanting to bombard him. After their lovely visit, and once they were settled home. Michael was sitting in their living room watching the football. Carla Potted about until half time where she joined Michael on the couch. “So..my family. Pretty much non existent. Well…both parents are alive. I speak to them sometimes. They basically told me at the age of 17 that I was choosing Frankie’s family more than them because they were rich. Now at 17…I might have been. However I made the decision to follow my heart and move in with Frankie and his family at 18 when my parents cut me off.” Carla had realised she had rambled. “Sorry. Anyway, point to that story. Frankie is sadly my family. Even though we’re divorced, he’s still my family. His mother, also a women who most people hate, is like a mother to me. His father has sadly passed.” Carla could feel herself get emotional. “Basically what I’m saying before I cry. Is that I love Frankie but I love you differently. Not going to say I love Frankie like a brother because well I’ve fucked him, we were married, you’ve seen a video. The kind of love I have for you…is so much stronger. I just want you to know that I will love our child with the same love I have for you. I just don’t want you thinking that she won’t have a family. Because she does” Carla wiped a tear. Noticing she had rambled about absolute nonsense for 15 minutes @Mr Writes

Michael reached for Carla’s hand the longer she spoke, to settle and calm her, to acknowledge that he was listening. He wiped another tear from a cheek and smiled, nodding. “Don’t remind me of the video” he smirked, lightening the mood. “She will be loved by whoever is in her life, whatever family that is from”. He smiled warmly. “I appreciate you feeling brave enough to tell me and talk”. He squeezed her hand. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at him before laughing softly at his comment on the video. “I’m glad you just asked me not to remind you and not that I said A video..” she winked before laughing again. Her eyes crinkled at the sides and those dimpled appeared again. “I just didn’t want you opening up your family to me and wondering why I never done the same. I mean, we can go and visit Mrs Evans…she hasn’t been well, early Dementia, and believes that this baby is Frankie’s. I just happily play along until I leave.- I’m rambling again” she sinks into the couch a bit more, giving his hand a squeeze. @Mr Writes

“Oh believe me, I don’t doubt there’s more than one video” he winked back, they held their playful, ice breaker to release the stress she felt of opening up and explaining life before him. “That’s sad though, dementia is horrible to experience”. He smiled warmly again. “I’ll share any experience you want me to”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I just don’t want you feeling like we’re strangers who are having a baby” she shrugs sitting down properly next to him. Rubbing the bump with her free hand. “This bossy stranger you’ve just knocked up” she comments again. @Mr Writes

“Knocking you up was the best thing I’ve ever achieved” he laughed, reminiscing calmly on the journey they’ve already enjoyed already. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You already achieved knocking someone up” she looked at him before laughing. She loved their playful nature. How they could both just truly be themselves. “Seriously though, do you ever just think back to the fact that we met at a bar. Hooked up…haven’t been away from each other since. Oh and you hid the fact you were married. And the fact your wife tried to ruin my job. Just the little things..” she smiled at him @Mr Writes

Her laugh was overpowering the TV, it was healthy to tease and play like this, they did it so well. “I’m not going to compare you both”. He laughed with her, refusing to entertain her words. He pondered for a moment. A smile growing as she explained the cute moments to the psychotic ex wife. He nodded. “From trying to finger you in the back of the cab, to wanting you to be the woman for my life in the space of 7 months”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You tried to finger me?” Carla looked round at him. “Wait. Was I that drunk I don’t remember that?” She laughed. “Don’t ever tell anyone that. I prefer my romantic story.” She nudged him playfully. “Milo told his teacher about us. In detail. Well child detail. Mrs Evans and my daddy are having a baby together. Mrs Evans used to be my teacher.” She retold the story. “I could haveve passed away on the spot.” She smiled over at him. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. “You don’t remember holding my hand high up on your thigh? Almost like you stopped me going any further”. He smiled. “Those smooth thighs just killed me”. He reminisced playfully nudging her back. His smile grew warm hearing Milo explain their situation. “Adorable. Just be thankful that’s all he said!” He shrugged. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m sure you and Amanda would love to be called into a parent meeting about Milo seeing his dads bare bum.” Carla laughed “fuck I’m going to pee myself” she said crossing her legs. “Stop making me laugh” she blamed him even for her own laughter. @Mr Writes

Their laughter filled the living room. “Imagine how awful that would be”. He paused. Carla and daddy wrestle. He mimicked vomiting. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Stop.” She laughed, struggling to get up to rush to the toilet. “Ahh” she gasped making it to the toilet. @Mr Writes

Michael’s laughter grew when he realised she was actually struggling to hold her wee all the way to the bathroom. “Oh you were being serious?!” He laughed. The TV almost just background noise now. “So funny!” He leaned back in his couch. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla came back a few minutes later, handing him a beer for the second half. “I have your daughter bouncing on my bladder, and then I have you making me laugh. So I’m peeing every so often.” She smiled down at him. “Can’t believe you’re going to be a girl dad…maybe we need a prenup. So you can’t leave me.” She teased leaning down kissing him. “Right I’m leaving you alone, enjoy time with your boyfriend” she joke about the football being his other half. @Mr Writes

“It’ll take more than that to take me away from you” He smiled taking a beer with his right hand and holding her hip with the other as she leaned to his level to kiss him. “Get away” he teased, slapping her thigh as she turned to leave. “I’ll be up soon” he told her. He was going to watch the end of the game before coming up and getting ready for bed. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla dramatically gasped as he slapped her thigh playfully. She went upstairs to pack, however ended up with half of their bed filled with children’s jotters she had to mark and the other half bits and pieces she had collected for the wedding. Including some older photos of vic and her. Amongst the midst of all that chaos, Carla decided to go for a shower. Carla hardly sang in the shower since living with Michael, she hardly locked the door, however today she did both. Underestimating how much time was left on the game.

4:40 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael finished his beer and the football on the TV, tidying up the couch and the cushions before going upstairs. The water was running and Carla was singing, Michael looked at the door, it was in the lock position. He sat on the edge of the bed, listening. A smile etched across his lips. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla finished up her shower, coming out wrapped in a towel as she used another one to scrunch her wet hair. She jumped a little seeing him. “Fu- how long have you been sitting there?” She said going a little red in the cheeks. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at her jump. She’d clearly lost track of time. “Long enough for the encore”. He shrugged his shoulders. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I hate you” she said trying to hide her smile. She went round to the other side of the bed. Clearing away the jotters she had left at her arse. Carla put her hand on her stomach, taking a few deep breaths before being able to continue to clean up the bed. “Are you packed for tomorrow and Sunday night?” She asked him as she dropped her towel and began to get ready for bed. @Mr Writes

“You don’t mean that” he laughed. He walked round to help her tidy up her notepads as she paused to steady herself. He shook his head. “I’ll pack tomorrow while you’re at the hairdressers”. He suggested. “Glowing. My girl is glowing”. He told her as she dropped her towel. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Which girl?” She smiled back at him as she slipped her top on. It was clear of her excitement as she spoke about anything to do with the baby. “Hair appointment?” She turned round to him. “Wait. Fuck. I forgot about that.” Carla’s baby brain was in full swing. @Mr Writes

“The knocked up one” he smiled, carrying her books to the study. “We can put these away for the weekend now!” He said gladly. Michael laughed. “I’m going to drive you, drop you off, come home and pack, wait for you to be ready, then I’ll come and get you”. He explained for her baby brain. “Any questions?” He teased. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mr Wright?” She asked in a childish tone before wacking him with a pillow. “Shut up” she smirked. “Are you sure we have time for that appointment. It’s only a cut and blow dry.” She said getting into bed. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed, batting the pillow away. “Behave”. He laughed. Michael brushed his teeth and watched her get into bed. He turned the shower on. “I won’t be long”. He smiled. He continued their discussion from the shower. “Of course we’ve got time, don’t panic” he assured her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You know I’m already panicking. About the whole thing.” She sighed out. “Also not to like worry you…I think I’m having- what are they called? Those fake contractions?” Carla said it so calmly. “Well it’s how I was taught to explain one of them..” @Mr Writes

Michael’s hands brushed through his hair, he was calm. “Why do you think you’re having braxton hicks?” He asked, referring to her fake contractions. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked over the mirror being able to see him in the shower. “Because I feel like I’m cramping. Like I would on my period. However it’s not sore..just uncomfortable” she replied. Cuddling into her pillow. She was technically laying on his side of the bed. @Mrs Writes 💓

6:37 AM

(Fuck my life @Mr Writes )

“and it’s not just wind?” He laughed from the echoing bathroom before turning the water off and stepping out, reaching for his towel. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m sure.” She laughed with him. “Just really uncomfortable.” She moved again in bed trying to get comfy. “Can I pull out of my bestfriends wedding?” She joked with a smile. @Mr Writes

Michael dried himself and pulled his boxers over himself and brushed his teeth, getting into bed in the small space she’d left him. “Probably a tad too late to pull of as a bridesmaid now baby” he laughed with her joking smile. “It’s going to be amazing. A reason for us all to celebrate something”. The friendship group had come a long way the past year, pulling both groups closer and enjoying time together. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah the birth of our daughter” she groaned uncomfortable. “Switch sides with me.” She got up switching back to her original side. Finding comfort quicker. “We don’t even have a hospital bag ready. Or her room. I haven’t built the next to me crib.” Carla gave him a look as she said she hadn’t built it yet, wanting him to offer to build it. @Mr Writes

“Our daughter” he repeated with a loving smile. “Let’s get back home after this weekend and I’ll sort it?” He paused his suggestion. “I’ll build what needs to be built, we can buy what we’re missing, decorate how you want it and we will sort the hospital bag!” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Promise?” She asked snuggled into him. Before they both knew it, it was Saturday afternoon and they were both travelling up to the wedding venue. “Have you thought of any names yet?” Carla asked through the music. @Mr Writes

“You’re awake?” He laughed, they hadn’t spoken for so long he thought she’d fallen asleep. “I have actually. I have a few I like. Have you?” He asked, interested to see what was similar for them both. Michael reached for her hand to hold as they spoke and he drove. He dressed in a Nike tracksuit, it was a 3 hour drive and he wanted to be comfortable. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What?” She laughed. “I’ve been listening to the music..” she smiled over at him. She had fallen asleep briefly. “I have a few but none I’m like certain about. What names do you like?” She asked rubbing the bump. When she looked over at him she noticed the tag on his hoodie. “You’ve still got the tags on” she commented reaching over taking it off. They were half way there. Carla took his hand that was free due to cruise control. “I do need to pee again. Can we stop at the 2 hour mark?” @Mr Writes

“There’s a services coming up, or do you want to go a bit further?” He asked, squeezing the hand she took. “I have a few” he paused smiling at the topic. “I like Rosie. Ava & Shelby are cute too”. He paused. “Courtney too”. He finished. “What are yours?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I can hold it until the next one” she said smiling as his hand squeezed hers. “Which one of them are your first crushes name? Or ex girlfriends..” Carla smiled over at him. Resting her head on the back of the seat. “Erm, I like Fern, Ivy, Vivian…” “Maybe Adelie” she said smiling over at him. “Has to match Milo. Does Milo have a middle name?” @Mr Writes

“Milo Michael” Michael smiled proudly. “Fern’s cute. Ivy too”. He nodded. “I like them…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Ivy Fern Evans Wright” she looked over at him. “Mhm I’m not sure.” “Obviously Evans wouldn’t officially be part of her name.” @Mr Writes

“You want to be a Wright?” He asked her confidently. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I want my daughter to be. Our daughter” she teased. “One day I want to be…” she looked over at him. “Once you’re officially divorced..” she added softly. Touching on the fact that his wasn’t official yet. When they pull up at the service station, she gets out going got he bathroom first before stocking up on snack for the rest of the drive and the room later. @Mr Writes

“I want you both to be a Wright”. He said matching her energy and smile on the subject. They shared snacks before arriving at the hotel for tonight and tomorrow night. They knew it was close to the venue for the wedding. “I’ll get the bags” he told Carla. “You check us in”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled “I can carry my own-“ she was cut off by another braxton hicks. “You can get them” she smiled through it. Before getting out the car to go and check them both in. @Mr Writes

“Here is your room key Mrs Wright, second floor”. The receptionist smiled handing her the key as Michael arrived carrying all the bags. Carla had overpacked. “Second floor”. Carla told Michael. “There better be a lift” he joked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Give me a bag?” She said holding her hand out. There was a lift and before they knew it they were in their room. “We have the “rehearsal dinner” at 6..” @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head, refusing to give his heavily pregnant woman a bag. He dropped them to the floor and looked at his watch. “Oh shit I forgot that was happening”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yup.” Carla replied sitting on the edge of the bed taking another few deep breaths. She knew that he knew she was feeling more uncomfortable. “It’s not even an official rehearsal dinner. Victoria just wants the ‘single’ gang back together again one last time. Which includes Frankie..” @Mr Writes

“What’s the matter? Pain?” He asked, giving her space. “Oh maybe another video of you all will be played for old times sake” he laughed playfully teasing her, trying to calm her as she regained her composure. “The receptionist called you Mrs Wright and you didn’t even flinch”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Just uncomfortable” she smiled at him. It was clear she was feeling uncomfortable in her last few weeks. “I’m good at pretending. That or we have the wrong room.” She smiled at him. They chilled for a few before both getting ready. Carla just freshened up wearing the same outfit she travelled in. “I’m nervous” she commented as she waited for him. @Mr Writes

Michael emerged from the bathroom changed and ready to go. “Decent enough?” He asked her, spraying his aftershave against his neck. “Nervous?” He asked, grabbing the rook key into his trouser pocket, phone and wallet in one hand, her hand in his other. “I think you’re quite content to be called Mrs Wright already” he said confidently as they arrived into the dinner hall. “Let’s see where our names are” they walked up the table, being greeted by Vic and Jamie welcoming people. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla and Victoria hugged. Their bumps basically bouncing off each other. “Are you excited!” To Everyone else but Michael Carla was nailing her pretend alright attitude. It was then that Lilia entered too. The three of them sat next to their partners just as Frankie entered with Amanda. It was clear that the guys didn’t know who Frankie was and Lilia didn’t know who Amanda was. Carla stood to give Frankie a hug. Amanda drawing the eyes off her. Frankie shook Michael’s hand like men do. Amanda and Carla just looked at eachother before Carla turned around to lilia. “Lilia this is the women who was sleeping with my husband while I went through ivf. The loss of our daughter.” Carla said blankly as she sat down again. “Boys, this is Frankie. My ex husband.” She leaned forward to speak to the boys who looked confused. Frankie just squeezed Carla’s shoulders. “Untwist your panties darling” Carla shrugged him off. @Mr Writes

Michael appreciated how Carla had been so open and honest recently about her relationship and feelings toward Frankie as man who was such a big part of her life. He shook his hand warmly enough for Carla to know it had resonated with him. Carla brought the room to a silence with her comments, a smirk large across Vic’s lips, she hadn’t minded one bit. “Got it out your system?” Michael whispered against Carla’s ear as they sat. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No, why is she here. Are they still together?” She spoke to him quietly. Frankie had sat next to Matt which meant that it went Carla, Michael, Matt and Frankie. Carla sat across from Victoria. So on thag side it was Vic, Lilia, Amanda and then Jamie at the bottom. @Mr Writes

“I know as much as you do, but behave yourself” Michael whispered back, looking across at Vic who was staring at them both with a smirk. “Stop encouraging her” Michael couldn’t contain his laugh. Amanda and Matt saw across from eachother. They started to chat. Nobody wanted there to be any animosity or clouds over the weekend, though Carla had taken the step to ensure everyone knew who the woman on her ex husbands arm was, especially understandable given how she had treated her over the most part of the year. @Mrs Writes 💓

The boys knew Amanda, they had been through it all with Michael. Carla was certain they were all at his- their wedding. Carla couldn’t hid that she was annoyed. Victoria knew she was and happily encouraged both of her bestfriends to dispute it. After the meal, the whole group went outside to sit by the fire pits. Frankie came over to Carla, sitting next to her. “Cheer up buttercup” he said pressing a hand firmly on her knee. Carla sweeped his hand away. “I will when your side piece leaves” Carla commented, giving Frankie a look. Frankie winded Carla up more “can’t, Michael enjoys having her here too.” He nudged Carla. Carla just stayed silent. Victoria chiming in as helpful as ever. “Frankie stop winding up a pregnant woman” she said “Why not, I don’t have to deal with her mood afterwards” he smirked “You never had to deal with any of my moods…you were too busy with Amanda.” Carla stuck a middle finger up, pretending to apply lipstick. Frankie chuckled before leaning in kissing her head. “You love me” he whispered. “I loved your money…just like Amanda does” she whispered back knocking him in the nuts. Victoria laughed at them both. “Michael, how are you?” @Mr Writes

Michael let the two of them deal with it the way they knew best before Victoria welcomed him to the conversation. “I’m good. She was called Mrs Wright earlier” he told her proudly. “You all set for tomorrow? Can I do anything?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“She was called Mrs Wright?” Victoria smiled over at him. “Maybe the hotel can see the future.” “You would have to be divorced first.” Amanda chimes in sitting next to Frankie. Carla simply rolled her eyes shifting towards Michael more than Frankie. Frankie also rolled his eyes, sitting back a bit. “How’s my niece?” Frankie asked softly. “She’s fine, making me uncomfortable, constantly on my bladder. Kicking away when she can hear her dad” Carla said looking at him. The both of them returned to talking like normal. “How’s mum?” “Struggling. Let me feel.” Frankie replied turning to his back facing Amanda. Feeling Carla’s bump. “Nearly go time” Carla smiled at Michael and then Frankie. “Don’t fucking jinx me. As long as I make it tomorrow.” @Mr Writes

“You need to sign your side of the papers for me to have her all to myself” Michael bit back with a smirk. Now Vic had encouraged him. He watched as Frankie and Carla spoke just like any normal pair. Maybe there was hope for a civil future. “She’s making you fiesty too eh” he joked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled. “She will have you both wrapped around her little fingers the moment she’s born.” Frankie smiled “hey I’m just excited to be an uncle.” His hands remained on her bump. “She’s calmed down a fair bit.” “Cause she doesn’t like you” Carla smiled sticking her tongue out to Frankie which was combated by Frankie’s Laugh. “Babes could you go get me a drink?” Amanda asks pushing him back. “Sure, Michael, Cal do yous want anything?” He asked as he stood. @Mr Writes

“Usual?” Michael asked Carla to which she nodded. “I’ll come up with you, I’ll help”. Michael stood and walked away with Frankie. “Sorry if she was too saucy earlier” Michael said to Frankie. He waved it away. “She’s entitled to it”. He assured him. “You want to be a Wright then?” Amanda asked Carla now they were sat along at their own fire pit. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla glared at them both for leaving her. “We don’t have to do this Amanda.” Carla said not wanting to make conversation. “Oh no, we’re doing this. He will likely just move onto the next younger person once your body doesn’t bounce back to pre pregnancy.” Amanda commented. “There’s a difference. I’m not the type of women who is sleeping with another married man while her husband works.” Carla rebutted “I didn’t know he was-“ Amanda started before Carla silenced her. “Just stop. Yes yes you did, because you slept in my bed. A bed that I had stupid engraved pillow cases. Did you think Mrs Evans was his mother?” Carla didn’t take a break from telling it how it was “just admit that your the reason he wasn’t home, he wasn’t there at any appointments, he wasn’t there when I was bleeding, he was there…two minutes too late for the birth of his only child. A child we lost together. You. I will always blame you two.” Carla’s voiced had turned to almost a whisper. Only people close enough would have heard it. Amanda pale as a ghost. Victoria looked at Carla. She was in enough of an Earshot. Amanda didn’t say anything else expect move along a seat to allow Frankie to sit down again. How much of that did they hear?

9:36 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael and Frankie placed glasses infront of each person who had one. Placing his hand on Carla’s lap before kissing her cheek gently. He and Frankie had heard bits of their heated discussion. Vic stared motionless. “Just for the record” he said loudly enough for Amanda 2 chairs down to hear. “I’ll worship every inch of your post pregnancy body”. He kissed her cheek again. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled softly at him. “I don’t doubt it.” She leaned her head on his shoulder “don’t leave me with the witch again or I’m cutting your sex life is half” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and held his hand out to hers for a shake to initiate a deal. “Now, let’s enjoy the evening” Michael raised his glass to the air for the rest to join. “To tomorrow” he said, all the couples kissed to seal the toast. The only singles present were Matt and Lilia, though not sat near eachother. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla and Michael kissed each other. Carla going in for the second. She whispered in his ear “I am so sore.” Carla kept cuddled into Michael. Frankie noticed her cuddling in, reaching for a blanket for her so Michael wouldn’t have to move. The night began to end as Lilia left, then matt. “Michael should we go too? It’s getting late and I have to be up early for hair and makeup..” Carla yawned. Frankie told Amanda it was time to go to. Both couples said goodnight to the happy couple and headed to their rooms. @Mr Writes

Michael and Carla held hands up in the lift and onto the floor, they could hear voices coming up behind them from the stairs and into the corridor. Carla stopped at their door and Michael rustled his pockets for the room key. Amanda and Frankie walked past them, stopping at the next door. Carla huffed and rolled her eyes, looking back to Michael. “Behave” he mimed silently. Swiping the room key for it to open. “Earplugs in you two” Michael smirked, slapping Carla’s backside and ushering her inside. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla gasped as Frankie’s laughter echoed the halls. “Michael Wright!” She said smiling back at him as he closed the door. “You’re the one that needs to behave.” She smiled. “You might get lucky..if you rub my back…” she was already pulling her jumpsuit down. “Maybe tell your daughter to stop kicking so hard on my bladder” she said disappearing to the toilet @Mr Writes

Carla disappeared into the bathroom and the taps ran. “Teeth?” He called through the closed door. “You okay?” He sat on the couch in the middle of the room at the end of the bed. “That daughter of ours wants to meet us I think. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Teeth?” She shouted back to him. She was washing her hand before she done her teeth. She opened the door as he sat on the couch. She came over straddling him “well she can’t. Because we have nothing for her. Part of me feels like if I buy anything something will happen.” Carla looked down at him. @Mr Writes

Michael held her hips as she sat over him. “Nothing is going to happen.” He said calmly and confidently. “You’re both very healthy” he assured her. “I promise”. He smiled. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Am I too heavy?” She smiled down at him. When he shook his head no she laughed “breath then.” She kissed him through her laugh. Before getting up and continuing to undress. “If we make it through tomorrow then I’ll happily go into labour any day after that.” Carla had just finished up for Maternity. “Have you figured out your paternity leave?” She asked stripping completely naked. @Mr Writes

Michael watched her undress herself before him. He fidgeted on the couch. She was the most elegant, graceful and sexy 8 month pregnant woman and he was in awe of her body. “Fucking hell” he laughed. “I see it every day but it never gets boring” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled looking back at him. “Are you talking about me?” She said with a smile as she turned her head. “Well you might as well take a photo to remember it by. So you can make love over your phone and not in another younger, prettier, skinner women while I’m at home with our family.” She commented. Repeating some of the same words that Amanda used. @Mr Writes

Michael reached for his phone and did exactly as she said, taking multiple photo’s as she stood before him naked. “Done” he laughed playfully. “I told you I’ll be coming home to you”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla shly looked away before covering his phone camera with her hand. “I still can’t get that witches voice out my head. It’s because I’m sober.” She said before being interrupted by the bed next door hitting off the walls. Carla just bit her lip rolling her eyes. “He ain’t that good” she commented. Straddling Michael once more. @Mr Writes

Michael managed to get one or two good photo’s before her hand got in the way. Michael glanced at the walls and the noise from next door as she rolled her eyes and commented on Frankie’s performance, straddling Michael again as his hands held her waist once more. “I wouldn’t know” he smirked. “You seemed to enjoy yourself in that video” he laughed again, that signature grin against his cheeks. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh stop.” Carla pushed his head back playfully. “You’re never going to let that one video go.” She smiled down at him. “Since I doubt Amanda was that good either if you slept with me while you were married” Carla smirked down at him. Before leaning down kissing him, trailing her kisses up his jaw to his ear. “Come on then. Fuck mummy. Show them who’s the real daddy” Carla whispered into his ear before nibbling it. @Mr Writes

“Until we have our own video, maybe I’ll get over it then” he smirked. He stared at her lovingly as she kissed him passionately, explaining how he was sleeping with her while living with Amanda. He kept his eyes on hers. “I couldn’t get away from the craving I had for you. You were by far the most amazing sex I’ve ever had, and continue to be”. He bit his lip. She nibbled his ear as he rolled his eyes back. “Not yet. Let’s sort that back out, then you can scream the hotel down” Michael got the impression he wanted next door to know they had sex. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Best sex I ever had…say no to it.” Carla laughed shaking her head. “And for that video you want to make. Maybe one day.” She said softly. “Promise you still that craving for me? I don’t want that feeling to ever fade.” She gazed down at him as she spoke. “I don’t want to end up an old married couple who only fuck for the release and that’s it.” @Mr Writes

“I haven’t said no to you once in our lives”. He corrected hee with a grin. “I’ve just suggested I pay attention to your sore back, before I bend you over this couch”. He stared at her lovingly again. ”There’s nothing to remove the craving I have for you. Just don’t stop being you. Surprising me, pleasuring me, standing naked before me”. He smirked. He tapped her thigh. “Let me get the massage oil”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I would rather you just hurt my back more and then you can massage it.” She smirked down at him. “What is your obsession with oil?” She asked staying where she was on his lap. @Mr Writes

Michael smirked at her suggestion. His hands held her waist firmer when he realised she wasn’t letting him up to move. Her naked breasts at his eye level. “Undress me” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Whats the magic word?” She asked in her teacher voice. The words where out her mouth before she realised. “Oh shut up” she rolled her eyes before laughing softly noticing his reaction. She slowly unbottoned his shirt, biting her lip as she did so. @Mr Writes

Michael watched her hands unbutton his shirt. “Do you know how irresistible you make yourself when you’re naked, straddling me and biting your lip?” He asked as his shirt became loose and needing his arms to be released. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I have no clue what you’re talking about” she smirked before her hands ran up his torso to his shoulders. Pushing the shirt off. As he sat up more to release his arms form the shirt, her hands gripped his shoulders and her mouth found his neck. Travelling down to his collar bone, she left her mark. Pulling aware admiring her print of his collar bone. @Mr Writes

Carla was using the tone of voice she knew he adored. “Don’t play dumb the future Mrs Wright” he slapped her thigh playfully as her teeth clawed his collar bone. Michael’s cock was eager for release. Eager for her. He knew he was going to fuck her tonight as soon as her outburst at the start of dinner happened. She turned him on. Amanda’s giggling could be heard through the wall. @Mrs Writes 💓

“For tonight I am Mrs Wright” she smirked. Running her finger gently over his collar bone before her hands travelled down to his trousers. Releasing his belt before his button. “I love you” @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lip at her gentle touch before his belt and button’s were released. He hovered his backside over the couch as she straddled him, helping her release his trousers down his legs, his cock poked his boxers. “Mummy and Mrs Wright” he smirked. “I am going to marry you”. He told her confidently. “I love you”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Tell me that after we become parents together.” She smiled at him. She believed him, however part of her was always hesitant due to being a parent was the thing that drove her and Frankie apart. She stood up. “There I done my part. Now fuck me.” @Mr Writes

Carla stood before him like she did after she’d undressed herself as Michael took photo’s on his phone. Michael stood to his feet to meet her and kicked away his boxers from his ankles. “Walk” he told her, taking her hand to the grand bed behind them. “Down”. He whispered, watching her butt as she turned around. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla followed his instructions. Getting onto all fours on the bed. “You need to learn to say please, daddy.” The noises next door had faded. Carla was now fully focused on the situation that they were in. Carla took the opportunity to shake her ass at him. @Mr Writes

“Sometimes a please doesn’t fit the moment” he smirked as her ass shook for him like a girl on show. Carla’s head faced the headboard, on all fours in Michael’s favourite position. “What are you doing to me” he exhaled, holding her waist behind her. “Mummy ready?” He whispered, slapping her butt cheeks. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m not doing anything” she smirked over her shoulder at him. Gasping with the slap to her ass. “Mummy’s always ready for daddy” Carla hadn’t fully finished her sentence before Michael pushed into her. Carla griping the bedsheets “fuck” she moaned not expecting him to go so deeply so quickly @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lip as she moaned, gripping and pulling against the bedsheet. Carla had riled him up, turned him on with her outbursts through the evening, stripping herself naked, she’d done this to him. “I wanted to take you to the bathroom after your outburst” he admitted, panting as he thrust himself deep, fiercely between her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Why didn’t you?” She asked, moaning deeper as he began to thrust himself deeper. Part of Carla knew he was turned on at the thought of Frankie being able to hear them. “Michael…don’t hold back” Carla said softly as she looked over her shoulder at him. @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head, but she couldn’t see. “I don’t know” he moaned, her pussy tightened and pulsated around his cock as he explored her. He should have taken her to the bathroom. A quickie. Carla gave him the green light to give her his best. She wanted it all. Was it their neighbours that egged them both on for a show? @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla knew that he enjoyed when she flexed her inner muscles against him. It milked him internally. She could tell with the way he moaned out. “I want daddy to fuck me harder” @Mr Writes

Michael’s hold on her hips became stronger, his grip tighter. “Harder” he moaned, softly through a panting breath. It had got quiet next door. Were they finished already? Carla & Michael were just getting started. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Harder” Carla moaned out repeating him. He pounded into her form behind, causing Carla to scream in the pleasure he created. It had went quiet next door until all Michael and Carla could hear was the song Blaring from the room. ‘ I just had sex’ Carla buried her head under a pillow

12:22 AM

@Mr Writes

“Louder” Michael slapped her butt cheek. He had been edging himself and forcing himself to do anything but cum for minutes now. “Let them know we’re happier with eachother” he moaned, reaching to pull Carla’s messy hair. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Daddy please” she moaned louder. As Michael pulled on her hair. Her back arched as much as it could. Carla was focusing on her own climax. “I want to cum daddy” she moaned to him. @Mr Writes

Michael and Amanda never had names for eachother. Now she was hearing his new lover scream daddy. Michael bit his lower lip, pulling her hair as she urged herself to climax. Carla was the ultimate sexual partner for him. The fact she could cum just through sex and not needing any help from a tongue, finger or toy showed how comfortable and healthy their sex life was together. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla waited until she could feel the shift in his thrusts before she clenched her inner muscles once more pushing him over the edge. Carla came alongside him. Both of their moans and Carla’s pleasurable screams would be heard by both their ex partners next door. They were noises of their passion for each other. As Michael pulled slowly out of her, standing up. Carla sat back on her knees, finally able to kiss him. Sharing a post sex makeout session with him. @Mr Writes

For once neither of them took the immediate run for a clean up. They rarely shared a moment of passion after sex, tonight was different, but felt so natural. Maybe it was the pressure of the evening, but their hands couldn’t leave eachother. Michael held her against him as their lips confirmed their love. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla wrapped her arms around his shoulder as they kissed. They didn’t need to rush around and clean up. They could for once have passionate carefree sex. “Do you still love me” Carla smirked at him as their kiss broke. Her eyes still with his. “I’m joking. I know you do.” She said as he gave her that look. Michael helped Carla off the bed as they both showered together to her clean. “Do you know what I’m excited for… cute sexy missionary sex” she blurted out in the shower washing her shoulders. “I love my bump, I love baby girl but I miss daddy’s body so close to my own” @Mr Writes

Michael was pleased she was teasing by assuring still that he loved her. He was assured to see the smirk across her cheek. Michael nodded as she admitted she missed basic missionary sex. He smiled. “I’m glad you’ve said that, I miss that too” he massaged her shoulders for a moment. “Being able to kiss you whenever I want”. He smiled. “The bump is beautiful, but it can get in the way” he laughed. After drying themselves with their towels and putting on their PJ’s, they climbed back into their messy bed. “Come on, a long day tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep baby”. He wrapped his arm round her as they lay. @Mrs Writes 💓

She cuddled into him as they laid. Feeling their baby girl kick. It was one of the sexist thing Michael could do just now. Give any sort of attention to the bump. Carla fell asleep quickly, cuddled in and content next to him. They hadn’t brought their pregnancy pillow with them and Carla was nervous she wouldn’t be able to sleep however proved herself wrong as she slept as well as she could for the night. Carla was up and out the room quickly. She had to be at the bridal suite for makeup and hair earlier than the boys had to meet. Michael being Jamie’s best man. The wedding was beautiful, capturing the love that Victoria and Jamie had found in eachother. Every time Carla look over at Michael, who was stood beside Jamie on the Alter, he was looking at her. Carla felt like a teenager with a crush all over again with this man. After the ceremony, there was a short break for pictures and drinks for the people who could drink. Even during the meal Carla and Michael had hardly any time to talk to one another. It wasn’t until around 1800 that Carla and Michael could properly talk and have a moment alone as the wedding reception had started, people were dancing and everyone was having a good time. “I’m. Exhausted” Carla slumbed on the chair next to his. “Exhausted.” She repeated. @Mr Writes

Michael stared at Carla all day. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t wait to tell her his thoughts. Finally they had the chance to sit, Michael sat next to her. “Take your heels off, come on” he said, undoing the straps. “This bump’s had a hell of a day” he laughed. “You okay? Good day? Was Vic okay?” He bombarded her with questions. “You know last night I told you I will marry you”. He paused, taking her hand as he sat down after releasing her feet. “I watched you today next to Vic. I saw you as my bride up there”. He said lovingly. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled as he undone her heels for her. Sighing relief when she slipped her feet out of them. “Oh that feeling might be better than sex” she joked wiggling her toes that were finally free. “Babygirl has been through a lot today, but we’re both good. Did I mention I’m exhausted? Vic was fine, happy to be a married women.” She smiled at him. “How are you?” She asked before hearing his confession. She placed her opposite hand on his cheek pulling him in for a kiss. “You’re just the cutest. Is that why you kept looking at me?” @Mr Writes

“Charming” Michael laughed with her as she wiggled her free toes of their clutch from her heels. He nodded. “I just couldn’t stop staring at you and picturing what our time might look like” he said with a warming smile as her hand caressed his cheek. “You are glowing. You might be exhausted, but you are glowing” he assured her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla playfully rolled her eyes as he told her she was glowing. “I hope you don’t tell every pregnant women you meet that she’s glowing.” Carla smiled her at him. “Would you have a big wedding like this?” She asked smiling over at him. “I guess we both haven’t discussed it..” she added. They hadn’t spoke about their previous weddings nor the details of they were to get married. Other than the obvious, they would let to be husband and wife one day. “I don’t know-“ Carla was cut off by the happy couple approaching. “Mr and Mrs Harper” Carla smiled, slipping her hand into Michael’s. ”We have something we would like to tell you..” Victoria spoke while looking at Michael. Carla clearly knew. ”She can’t wait another few weeks..” Jamie said placing a hand on his brides shoulder as he sat infront of her. ”We have a name for baby boy…he will be known as Mikey however his full name is Michael Jamie Harper.” Victoria smiled. ”After the person who made this happen.” @Mr Writes

“Only the ones that mean the most to me”. He smiled sweetly as he held her hand. He shook his head. “I’m not sure, it depends what we’d both” but they both stopped eachother from continuing as Vic and Jamie approached. Michael listened before staring at them both for a moment. His eyes puffy. “That’s uh…” he paused to clear his throat. “That’s beautiful”. He stood to his feet to shake Jamie’s hand and hug Vic. He looked to Carla who wore a facial expression that she knew. “Mikey” he nodded with a warm smile. “You’re a beautiful bride” he smiled to Vic to compliment her. “I’ve stared at this woman all day though”. Turning to Carla, complimenting her infront of the group. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla watched the man she was head over heels for compliment the bride. She shook her head a bit embarrassed when he compliment her infront of them. “Oh stop, you’re stealing their moment” she said. However Victoria was quick to tell her to shut up and let him love on her. Both couples spent time talking before Carla and Michael went to dance together. “I’m scared..” she admitted softly to him as they gently swayed to the music. @Mr Writes

“Scared?” He whispered against her ear as they held eachother closely as they swayed to the slow music as couples all round them shared the moment. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It’s fine” she whispered back. Deciding to enjoy the moment they were sharing. “Amanda hasn’t taken her eyes off you all evening..” Carla said as she caught her looking once more. @Mr Writes

“How does that make you feel?” He asked her as they stayed as they were, not moving his head in Amanda’s direction to make it obvious they were talking about her. He truthfully hadn’t noticed, there was no reason for him to notice. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Scared…there’s a list.” She admitted looking up at him. “Something we can talk about another time..” she added, gently lifting her hand to his cheek, brining his head back to her direction as she leaned up kissing him. “I love you. That’s all that matters”

7:16 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael’s hand held hers against his cheek as she initiated a kiss against his lips. Was it tactical so that Amanda saw it? Who knows? Neither of them cared. There was no need to. “Promise?” He asked with a smile as he kissed her in return. “We love eachother, that’s all that matters”. He assured her. @Mrs Writes 💓

After a few dances, Carla had to rest her feet. Vanessa, her and Lilia all spent time chatting. While the men were at the bar. Frankie approached the bar beside him. Ordering Amanda’s usual drink. He nodded at Michael before saying “She’s back to her old self. I guess you are to thank for that.” Frankie took a sip of his drink before looking over at him again. “As bad as it sounds..that’s the women I fell in love with. The women I ruined” @Mr Writes @Mr Writes

Carla and Vic saw the two of them at the bar chatting, decided to leave them to it, there was very little animosity between them both. Michael smiled and nodded. “We work well together” he said proudly. “I won’t hurt her”. He assured her, though it wasn’t a dig. “Wear your ear-buds tonight though” he walked away, tapping his shoulder in a gentlemanly manner walking over to Carla and Vic. “Sorry Vic” he interrupted them both. “I can’t wait to fuck you in that dress…” he stared at her lustfully, lovingly. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked confused at him as he apologised to Victoria before swinging round in her chair hitting him playfully. “Michael Wright!” She laughed a little nervously. Victoria meowed and laughed at Carla. “And I can assure you…this dress is too uncomfortable it is coming off before anything goes in.” Carla said with a grin up at him. Taking the reins back. @Mr Writes

“Well then let’s go somewhere quickly now” he bit his lower lip. “Let me cum on your cleavage and we’ll clean it”. Vic laughed. Michael wore a grin. “Frankie said losing you ruined him & that he’d glad to see you happy” he told both the girls with a proud smile. “So I told him to wear his ear plugs to bed” he shrugged. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked up at him. “He did?” She looked back over at him. “Come on then.” She took his hand to the stand up. Letting him lead her to the toilet. @Mr Writes

A smirk grew even wider across his cheeks as Carla asked him to pull her to her feet. “I’ll have her back soon” he laughed, calling back to Vic as he held Carla’s hand out of the venue hall and into the corridor toward the bathrooms. He looked behind them, they were alone. “Come on… in this one” he pulled her with him and closed the door behind them to the disabled bathroom. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled back at Victoria. Victoria relished in the drama and all. “Michael, are you sure this is..big enough?” She stopped asking questions once he opened the door to the disabled toilet. “Mr Wright!” She laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders kissing him. “God, I love you.” @Mr Writes

“It’s big enough”. He assured her, she soon realised he’d locked the door to the disabled bathroom. Her laughter, his name rattling off her lips like that. Normally that was when he was in trouble. “Hm. I love you”. He assured her lovingly as he kept her around around his shoulders, his hands holding her waistline of the smooth green, ankle length dress the bridesmaids had. “Wear your earplugs, I told him”. He laughed again to himself. @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed with him. “Who said you’re getting action twice in one day…?” She smirked up at him. She leaned up kissing him over and over. “Just kiss me..” @Mr Writes

“Depends if I can cope” he smirked boldly and bit her lower lip between kisses. She asked to just be kissed. Michael listened, his lips couldn’t leave hers, his hands held the back of her head and neck, her hair full of pins and clips for him to find. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Don’t mess my hair” she smiled at him,kissing him as one of her hands runs down the length of his torso. Finding what she wanted to tease. She ran her hand over his growing bulge as she made out with him. “This was daddy’s idea…” she said looking at him as she undone his suit trousers. “Why is mummy doing all the work?” She smirked. @Mr Writes

“You don’t think retuning with messed up hair is half the fun?” He smirked as the palm of her hand teased his growing bulge. Their lips couldn’t get enough of eachother. Was it perhaps the romance of the day catching up with them? “I had plenty of ideas. This was just one of them. We’re both guilty parties in wanting it” he smirked again. “What work can daddy do?” He asked her in his most seductive tone. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It all” she rolled her eyes playfully before laughing at herself. “Daddy can…fuck me” she smirked at him as her hand went to his trousers and unbuckled his belt. @Mr Writes

“That’s not meant to be until later…” he smirked and bit his lip. “Not that I don’t want to bend you over that sink” he looked from her cleavage to the sink behind her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well daddy..what work are you referring to?” She asked taking her hand away from him. Clearly not hearing what he wanted to do to her earlier at the table. “People are going to notice we’re gone..” she said smiling up at him.

5:55 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael laughed. Feeling her hand retract from his teased trousers and belt. “You didn’t hear what I said when I interrupted you and Vic did you?” He laughed. He stared at her cleavage. “You said nothing was going inside you until the dress was off. So I said I wanted to cover your cleavage in cum” He bit his lower lip. How couldn’t he. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Ohh so you only wanted pleasure.” She teased him. “What about my pleasure?” She asked as she backed up to the sink. Leaning against it. “What if I wanted to…cum on your…face” she laughed as she finished the sentence. “Eh?” @Mr Writes

“I told Frankie to wear his ear protection tonight didn’t I?! Don’t you think I’m going to have your pussy for pudding?” They were talking dirty, so easily. Something they’d sometimes struggled with in the past. It was being so natural for them right now. @Mrs Writes 💓

She shivered when he said he wanted her pussy for pudding. “Michael.” She laughed. “Since when did you only have one serving of dessert?” She asked. “You already have the taster in your pocket” she said referencing her panties in his pocket. @Mr Writes

“You’ve always been very generous” he smiled. His hand reached to his pocket. He laughed. “Oh my God I’d forgotten”. He grinned. “Y’know, even if we went back to the party now. I wouldn’t care.” He told her honestly. “Spending teasing moments together is so healthy to a sexual relationship” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Sadly we have to get back to the party..” she smiled as she stood up and wrapped her arms around his once more. Kissing him deeply and passionately. “Don’t want to miss the surprise..” she teased as she left the bathroom. Heading back to the hall. @Mr Writes

“What surprise?” He smirked with a playful laugh as she opened the bathroom door. Michael slapped her bsckside into the corridor as they turned to walk back toward the music. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla gasped before laughing as he slapped her bum. “You nearly knocked me clean off my feet” she nudged him playfully before the entered the venue again. She sat down at the table, sipping her drink that Michael had bought her. It was only a little while later that the music went off. Frankie appeared in the middle of the dance floor with a mic. “Excuse me, sorry. If I may have your attention. Some of you may know me, some of you may not. I have been bestfriends with Victoria since we were little. Our friendship only grew when she introduced me to…well I think I can now call her my first wife.” The room erupted into laughter, even Carla cracked a smile at it. “Anyway, when we are all still very good friends. We’ve all been through thick and thin together. I’m sure a lot of us here know that Victoria is no shy in detail, no matter in what part of her life. That is why, I know she is going to love this. The drama, the song. So without wasting any more time…this is for you Victoria.” He ended his speech just before SOS by abba came on, the one they used in the original mamma Mia. Frankie sang this Pierce Brosnan side before Carla joined in and sang the Meryl Streep bit. It wasn’t until the end on the song that another song started. It was the Mamma Mia song. Carla sat Frankie in a chair and sang about how she had been cheated by him. Victoria was in her element. Screaming and wooing at them.

6:31 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael and Victoria were laughing together hysterically. Jamie joined the crowd and Lilia and Matt too. The whole group stood shoulder to shoulder in laughter. “What a way to bring the night to an end” Michael laughed with Victoria who nodded. Vic & Jamie’s car had arrived to whisk them away. @Mrs Writes 💓

After their sing song, Frankie and Carla shared a brief hug on the dance floor. “You sneaky bitch, didn’t run the second song past me. Eh?” Frankie laughed as he embraced her. “I know you don’t like public…affection” she laughed up at him before they separated and Carla went to find Michael. “See I can keep a secret” she smiled at him. @Mr Writes

“very impressive” Michael high fived Carla. “Come on, let’s wave them off” he took Carla’s hand to join the gathering outside the car. “This will be us one day” he whispered behind her ear as they stood, his arms wrapped round her shoulders. @Mrs Writes 💓

She linked on of her hands with his as her other hand waved to Victoria. “You seem so sure..” she smiled and leaned against him. “Do you really want to do it again? Like the wedding, the fuss…did you have all the fuss at your first wedding?” She asked softly

6:49 AM

@Mr Writes

“I am sure. You’ll see” he whispered with a smile against her ear again. He shook his head. “I wouldn’t say it was a fuss the first time. It would be lovely to fuss with you. The bride I’ve craved. The princess you deserve to be”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She squeezed his hand as she smiled over her shoulder at him. “You already treat me like a princess both of your girls like a princess.” After the happy couple had left, Carla and Michael headed back to their room. “I had fun today…” she commented as they got closer to their room.

6:53 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael and Carla turned the corridor to their room. “I had fun too. A long day but very fun!” He agreed. “You were amazing” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I didn’t do anything?” She smiled at him. Taking the card key out of her bra and dinging them into their room. “Can you please take this dress off me” she pleaded back at him. “Please” @Mr Writes

“You were the busy wedding party. Of course you did lots of things” he laughed, pushing the door open behind them. She’d told him the dress was heavy earlier in the evening. He closed and locked their door behind him, kicking off his shoes. “Sure, come on”. He span her round so her back was to him, unzipping the dress at the bottom of her shoulders. @Mrs Writes 💓

She relaxed immediately as he unzipped her. “Thank…fuck” she laughed as the weight of the dress left her. “Oh my lord” she shimmed the dress down her hips and away to her ankles before she stepped out of it. “Michael. I am..worried. Scared..” she repeated her words from earlier in the night. @Mr Writes

“That view never gets boring” he laughed as she stretched herself and freed herself from the dress. “Come on, what’s on your mind?” He asked @Mrs Writes 💓

She sat on the bed, “I’m scared of a lot..” She looked over at him as he got stripped and comfy for bed. “I’m scared to paint baby’s room…incase I don’t come home with him.” She sighed “I know it’s stupid to worry about things like this…” @Mr Writes

Michael sat next to her on the edge of the bed, wrapping the dressing gown round her. “I promise you, there’s no problems for us” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You don’t know that Michael. You can’t promise that.” She leaned into him. “And us. I need you to promise me that if anything happens In the delivery room. You have to promise me you’ll save her.” She looked at him a bit tearful, it was clear this was all playing on her mind. “Please”

7:19 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael’s arm wrapped round her over the dressing gown. “We’ve gone over this already”. He assured her. “Everyone will be healthy”. He smiled. “I think you’re tired” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No- Michael I am being serious. Okay, I might be a little tired but I’m being serious.” She looked at him. “Promise me.” @Mr Writes

He took her hand and gripped it tightly. “I promise. Now no more” he smiled softly, reassuringly. @Mrs Writes 💓

She sighed as she placed her head on his shoulder. “Fine.” She rubbed her bump “it’s getting closer to go time and I’m just…freaking out”

7:29 AM

@Mr Writes

“Well, I’ll always be there to calm you down” he smiled rubbing her shoulders. “Bed?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled at him. “Yes please” the mention of going to bed perked her up. Immediately stood up and got ready for bed. She had been sleeping in just panties for the last few weeks, minus the days Milo was over. “Ready” she clapped her hands excitedly. With how heavy the bump had gotten there wasn’t anything more than laying down that made her excited. @Mr Writes

Normally Michael taking her to bed meant something entirely different, but the way she was now, she appreciated the ability to lay comfortably and sleep. “Come on, let me hold your hand as we sleep” he whispered. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laid on her right side and Michael became the big spoon. She linked hands with him before she fell asleep quickly. She hadn’t had her usual afternoon nap which usually allowed for their extra activity at night. For the first time in a while she slept peacefully and without much disruption to her sleep. She was up first in the morning. She had gotten in the shower and was getting dressed when he awoke. They both got ready and packed the room before heading off towards home. Michael had work the next day so they spent the rest of the day having some time together. The next few days went by quickly, Monday Carla settled into a new routine before baby arrives and deep cleaned the room that was closest to theirs while Michael worked. Tuesday was busy with a shopping day with Victoria. Carla had went all out in buying clothes and last minutes bits. Including a birthing ball as her pelvic had started to get sorer as the days went by. Finally it was Wednesday and it was parents night for Milo. Carla picked Milo up and watched him as normal while Michael went straight from work to the parents night. When Michael arrived home, Carla greeted him with a smile. “Guess who’s in labour..” she was a bit breathless after just had climbed the stairs and back down. @Mr Writes

Michael froze. “Well, it’s either you or Vic…” he laughed nervously. “Carla?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh yeah, sorry it’s not me.” She smiled at him. “Sorry, I forgot I was pregnant there.” She laughed with him. “Victoria” Milo appeared happy “daddy did I get a good report? I’ve been trying hard just like mummy asked” he hugged into his legs Carla went to the kitchen to warm up Michael’s dinner. @Mr Writes

Michael picked Milo up and into his shoulders. “You was good! Progress everywhere huh!” He said excitedly to Milo and Carla. “Was you good for Carla?” Michael asked. He was yet to greet her properly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“He is always good” she said smiling back at him. “There’s a present under the stairs for him if he got a good report. Baby sister sent him something.” She said as she focused on Michael’s dinner. Carla always bought him Milo a present for reports or end of school. Every little achievement was celebrated with her. “I helped Mummy Carla to choose some paintings daddy.” Milo said as he held on to Michael’s hair

8:18 AM

@Mr Writes

“Some paintings? Where are they?” He said excitedly. “Show me and then you can have your present that Carla gave you”. It was cute that Milo used the words mummy Carla. @Mrs Writes 💓

Milo ran to the livingroom bringing back lots of pink and grey paint samples before Carla could explain it was just the swatch cards from b&q. “Oh..” she smiled down at them as she placed his dinner on the table. “Thought maybe tomorrow when you’re off we could paint the babies room.” @Mr Writes

Michael thanked Carla for his dinner plate by tapping her waistline gently as Milo showed the sample colours. “Absolutely, that’s the last thing we need. Let’s do that tomorrow” Michael said gladly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Last thing?” She rubbed the bump as she sat down. “You’re delusional” she laughed “you haven’t built any of her furniture. I attempted the next to me bed today but…your going to have to double check it…and I bought more clothes today for her. Oh I also packed all three hospital bags.” She was clearly starting to panic with vic in labour.

8:30 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael laughed hearing all that was still to be done. “Maybe not the last thing” he laughed again. “We’ll paint and I’ll build…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Sounds good” she smiled getting out the gift for Milo. “Well done mister for your good report” she ruffled his hair and kissed his head. “Me and daddy are very proud to you”

8:46 AM

@Mr Writes

“Well done my boy. Show me what it is” he smiled to Carla, grateful as ever for treating Milo as her own. @Mrs Writes 💓

Milo, opened up the present “ITS THE CAR FROM CARS 2!” he ran away to the living room which was filled with toys everywhere on the floor. “It’s the car from Cars 2…if you didn’t hear him.” She smiled and sat down next to him on the kitchen bench. @Mr Writes

“I think the whole street heard what it was” he laughed, pulling her closer to him. “Thank you” he smiled, kissing her lips gently. “I’ve very grateful for what you do for him”. Michael said lovingly. “Go and get in the bath. I’ll give him 10 minutes with his car, then I’ll put him to bed and tidy the living room”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m too scared to get into the bath…I can hardly sit Nevermind lower myself into the bath.” She smiled and kissed him. “I have stuff to do in our room anyways…” @Mr Writes

“Stuff?” He asked, but Carla had already pushed herself to her feet and made her way to the stairs. “10 minutes, then bedtime bud”. Michael told Milo. Michael sat on his phone for 10 minutes before putting the new car away in the toy box and taking Milo upstairs to get ready for bed. Once settled, Michael returned to the living room and tidied up and sorted the kitchen out before creeping back upstairs to his and Carla’s bedroom. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had their bed covered with new and washed baby clothes. She was slowly organising it into ages. She wasn’t that far forward when Michael appeared…”I went a bit wild yesterday…” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and held her from behind in a tight hold. “Christ.” He took it all in. “We don’t need anymore” he laughed again. “Did you pay for it out of the joint account?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No..” she said. “I haven’t put anything into this new joint account…so I’m not spending out of it. Since it says Mrs Wright on it and I feel…like a fraud.” She relaxed in his embrace. “That’s a lie…I did use it for the furniture. But then again, I’ve not still not put any money into it.” She moved his hands down to her bump. “She needs daddy’s attention”

9:13 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael’s hand was placed upon her bump by Carla. He rubbed and massaged it gently. “You are Mrs Wright to me. You’re the Wright I want in my life” he smiled broadly. “Would you say yes?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No” she said looking at him over her shoulder “I’m joking. Yes, I would say yes. And I would likely go into labour..” she smiled at him. Kissing him softly as he leaned over more. “Baby girls count down is one…fuck the pram needs picked up tomorrow.” She remembered her mind had been so clouded. @Mr Writes

“well luckily for us both my plan isn’t to ask you yet” he said with a proud grin. “I’ll get the pram before we start painting. Or we can go together once Milo’s gone to school?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Can we go to breakfast and then to get the pram once Milo’s gone to school…” she smiles placing her hands over his on the bump. “Baby girl wants it not me..” @Mr Writes

“putting the blame on our daughter will be going soon” he smirked playfully. His hand still massaging her bump. “Breakfast will be fun. We haven’t done that in a while” he paused. “Come on, let’s get all this off the bed!” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Wow wow wow” she said putting her arms out to stop him. “I..oft…I have a system..” she smiled “Newborn to one month go…here” she pointed to the empty clean washing basket. “And then in size order…into these bags..” she points to the bags sitting on the floor. @Mr Writes

Michael sighed. “There was me thinking it would be quick and simple” he joked playfully. “I’ll do this lot here” he said, folding neatly. “Then bedtime?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She bounced on her birthing ball as she done her section. “Then bedtime- wait…I need a snack then bed” she smiled her at him. “Are you getting excited or am I annoying you because I knwo this isn’t your first and it’s my first…” @Mr Writes

“It’s not annoying” he smiled and leaned down to kiss her cheek as she bounced herself comfortable on her ball. “It’s fun to experience it with you…” he looked at her lovingly before looking back to his smaller pile of clothes now. “Do you wish it was my first?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Truthfully… a little” she said as she folded some more clothes. “I mean…technically it’s not my first pregnancy..but I will be a mother to a newborn for the first time. I just worry that you’re going to get annoyed with me when I don’t know what I’m doing or if I ask too many questions.” She spoke as she bounced

10:21 AM

@Mr Writes

“You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re already an amazing mother to Milo”. He told her. “Give yourself some credit”. He said as the last of his pile was folded into a basket. “DONE!” @Mrs Writes 💓

“There’s the whole other side of the bed..” she smiled as he celebrated clearing half of the side they both were working on. “And I’m not a mother tho. Not to a newborn spewing baby” she laughed “But I’m glad I’m doing it with you” she smiled moving to the other side of the bed to help fold those clothes. @Mr Writes

Michael’s hands were on his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I didn’t see them” he laughed. Once they were finished, Michael took her pregnancy ball into the hallway out of the way. “Bed?” He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

She was already starting to change as he came back. “Bed please” she smiled over at him. “I feel like I’ve hardly seen you today. How was work? How was Milo’s parents night..” she asked as he slipped on her night dress before getting into bed. She watched him getting ready for bed while he spoke. @Mr Writes

10:32 AM

Michael came back into the bedroom from the en-suite after brushing his teeth. He caught a glimpse of Carla in her night dress as she moisturised her legs on the edge of the bed. “Fucking hell is that a new one?” He asked. He nodded. “I feel like I’ve hardly spoken 2 words to you alone all day”. He agreed. “This evening was okay. He’s genuinely been good. Improved!” He smiled proudly. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla gave up trying to moisturiser her legs. She sat up in bed, pulling the nightdress over her bump as she moisturised the bump. She smiled and blushed as she looked at Michael “what? No..I’m just fatter..” she added poking the bump. “Is it my boobs? Cause they are so fucking sore..” she added adjusting them in the dress. “Is it too much for when Milo’s here? You know he will end up next to us..to wake the baby up..” she smiled. It was a new thing Milo had started. He was so excited to be a big brother. @Mr Writes

“Stop it” he laughed uncontrollably. “It’s fucking hot” he admitted. “I don’t care if it’s too much for him” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What am I stopping?” She was so confused by his laughter. Hitting him playfully when he said he didn’t care if it was too much for him. “Michael!”

10:43 AM

@Mr Writes

“The is it my boobs the is this too much you know exactly what I adore” he laughed as she hit him. “Well, you might be nearly 9 months pregnant but you look fucking fantastic” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Stop fucking swearing! She can hear you” she hit him once more playfully, this time with one of the decorative pillows. “I still don’t get why we are laughing! Over my boobs?” @Mr Writes

“I don’t know why we’re laughing either. I was just admiring the view and you told me off for it” @Mrs Writes 💓

She waited silently knowing he was going to start laughing again. This time she laughed along with him. “Michael, have you lacked human interaction today? Why are you so hyper?” She smiled up at him. The dress still tucked over the bump. @Mr Writes

“I’ve just lacked some time with you” his laughter was bordering on childish now. “Come on, let me get in”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I haven’t moved- oh for for fuck sake” as soon as she spoke he was laughing again. “Michael, you’re going to make me pee myself..” she crossed her legs trying not to laugh. @Mr Writes

“All I did was admire the woman in my bed and then this happened.” He said in a serious tone, he’d got control of his laughter. “Anyway. I don’t care if you’re going to tell me off. You look fucking good.” @Mrs Writes 💓

she rolled her eyes with a smile “thank you” she said softly. Laying down to go to sleep, she rolled to her right and almost instantly found a bit of relief as she got comfortable. They both fell asleep quickly. Mainly from the laughter exhausting them both. The next morning was a rush out the door with Milo. Carla and Michael had older run down clothes on as they were going to pick up their pram and then b&q for paint. On their way home she started to experience some light cramping in her stomach. They weren’t close together so she wasn’t too worried. She squeezed his hand through one. “Ow.. oh we need a name. Talk baby names to me please..” @Mr Writes

“Do you want me to drive to the hospital?” Michael asked. Being a father and not a doctor at her request. Carla shook her head. “Names” she squeezed his hand. “I like Ava. I like Georgia. I like Daphne” he shared his top 3 thoughts. “They all go with Milo so nicely” he said with a smile as they pulled onto the road for their house. “Come on, indoors”. He helped her inside and put her on the couch, her breathing heavy but controlled. “I’ll empty the car. Here”. He said, handing her a bottle of water from fridge. @Mrs Writes 💓

She had a sip from the water and steadied herself. It passed through and she was fine. “Let’s just get this room done. She said managing to push herself to her seat and go upstairs. “Daphne Wright? Georgia Wright?” She said having to bounce on the ball while she helped paint. Thankful that she chose to only do one wall pink and keep the rest the white colour that was throughout their house. “Erm.. what about Amber Wright?” She put it out there @Mr Writes

Michael paused with his paint roller. “Amber Wright. Amber and Milo”. He paused. He looked to Carla and smiled. “Amber” he said again. “Do you like it?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I think I do” she smiled at him. “Amber Riley Wright” she hummed at it. “Mhm, what do you think. Is that too much with my accent?” She asked while rolling her hips around the ball to relieve some pain and pressure. @Mr Writes

“Was it that easy?” He laughed. “Are we set on Amber?” He asked. Nothing was ever that easy when it came to the baby as of yet. “Nothings too much with your accent. Your accent & your tits are what got me into the taxi that night” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

She burst out laughing “Michael I can’t believe you. Here’s me thinking that it was my personality shinning on through!” She smiled over at him as she bounced gently on the ball. “Amber Riley Wright” she smiled again. “Okay I’m not 100% on the middle name…” They spent the rest of the afternoon painting and trying not to argue over the flat backs they were building together. Her cramps had came and went throughout the day, none of them lasting more than 10 mins at each time. Carla had disappeared downstairs to make dinner for them both while he finished the rocking chair for the nursery. “Michael!” Carla shouted up at him from the kitchen. She was holding the edge of counter as he appeared, probably expecting his dinner and not his girlfriend looking at him. “I’ve either peed or- ahh” she took a few deep breaths. “My water is slowly breaking..” @Mr Writes

“Don’t lie, you know you were showing too much cleavage that night”. He laughed. Michael put the screwdriver down and headed downstairs as she called him. Dinner must be ready. Carla was leaning against the counter holding it with one hand, holding a spatula with the other. The sound of water hitting the tiles softly echoed the room. “Your waters babe…” Michael pointed. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla almost growled at him for the time in their relationship as he pointed out the obvious. “Don’t babe me.. that’s… chavy.” She managed to stand up. Turning the oven off. “What…what do I do now? Do we time the contractions…is that what those cramps where? Michael stop staring at me” she wafted the spatula towards him. “Nobody panic. I’m fine” she laughed at herself as she tied her hair into a top knot, similar to the ones she worse when giving him head. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at Carla telling their crowd of nobody to remain calm, when she was the one coming across far from calm. “Well, not the best time to tie your hair up like that and give me oral sex, but sure”. He joked. “Of course that’s what your cramps were!” He said passionately. “We can either time them here, or just go now… your decision boss”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She didn’t acknowledge his joke. Focusing on her own breath to calm her down. “Michael…what if you don’t love me after seeing me in this…state.” She motioned to her wet pj bottoms. “Right.. I don’t have time to even think about the answer to that” she said not even letting him answer. “I need to change, can you put the bags in the car. I think we just time them our-“ she wasn’t even finished before she had to stop and breath through the contraction. Her hums echoed the kitchen. @Mr Writes

“Outside in five, go on”. He ushered her upstairs after her latest brief contraction. He placed all the bags in the car. The baby carrier was already in there ready. Michael headed back inside just as she began to come downstairs. “Come on. Slowly” he smiled, offering her his hand when she got to the bottom. “I’ll lock the door”. He handed her her phone when they got in the car. “Text Vic to calm yourself down”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She had taken another one upstairs. Accepting his help to get to the car. Taking her phone she looked at him. “Is this too early? She’s not due for another week…are we forgetting something? The contractions aren’t that close together” she rhymed everything off as she thought it. Not writing to Victoria. “I really thought I was going to be the calm one..” she laughed softly as she laid her head back against the head rest. “Michael…” she looked over at him. “I love yo- ohh” she was interrupted by another contraction. Although she was able to still breathe through these. @Mr Writes

Michael held Carla’s hand while he drove away from the house. The house would be totally different when they returned. “I love you too.” He told her, much more easily than she attempted to. “I was always going to be calmer than you” he laughed. Important to keep spirits and morale high. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Fuck. You” she said as she came out of the contraction. She had a smile on her face even though she was still internally panicking. When they arrived at the hospital, they took their time walking to the labour ward. Stopping multiple times to allow her contractions to pass. It was a swift admission, as she got checked quickly and was told she was already dilated to 4cm. The birthing ball was Carla’s preferred way to control the contractions and pain. “Are we forgetting something?” She looked at Michael as she reluctantly changed into a gown with his help. @Mr Writes

Michael looked around the room. He shook his head. Everything’s here…” he sat back in the chair and watched her rock herself gently. “You are working that gown.” He winked, laughing. “I take it you’re allowed to swear now?” He smiled. “You’re doing amazing!” @Mrs Writes 💓

It wasn’t until the early hours of the next morning that Carla had started to feel the need to push. She had managed to sleep a little throughout the night, but now at 6am it was ready to deliver baby girl. Carla had chosen to not get the epidural. It was gas and air as well as Michael that helped her through. When it was go time. She pushed with all her might. Michael supporting one of her legs as a nurse supported the other. It was only at 6.25am that their babygirl was placed onto her bare chest as she took her first breath and cried for them. Carla burst into tears looking up at Michael, finally relaxing her head back. “I did it..” she cried closing her eyes as she took in the screams @Mr Writes

Michael contained and controlled himself until baby started to cry and the words I did it left Carla’s lips. It was at that moment he allowed himself to release, kissing her forehead and allowing tears to roll down his cheeks. “We’ll go and clean her up”. A nurse said quietly after a few moments. “Get her warm and clean and she’ll be back.” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked up at Michael “please don’t leave her. Please go with them.” She said, almost pleading with him as her lips touched his. The next bit was the part no one really talks about. Delivering the placenta. Thankfully she was done and being cleaned up as Michael was coming back with the baby. “What does she weigh?” She had so many questions for him since he got to be there right next to her. @Mr Writes

Michael was carrying their daughter. One of the nurses followed behind wheeling the small high top carrier for baby to lay in. “6 pound 3” he said with another proud smile. His eyes puffy. “You want her back?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla combated her yawn as she held her hands out for him to pass her over. “Is 6 pounds small for a baby?” She asked as she smiled down at her. “Oh Michael.” She teared up again. Softly touching Ambers cheeks before she looked at him. “Thank you…you have given me everything I’ve wanted in life” @Mr Writes

“you are everything I want”. He shared her own words to her. He had an engagement ring in his hospital bag. He was fighting the urge to do it. “She’s a perfect weight!” He assured Carla. “Will mum be breast feeding?” The nurse asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled up ag him. Sharing the silent moments that came afterwards before the nurse interrupted. “Erm…maybe.” She looked up at Michael “are you okay if I do?” @Mr Writes

Michael smiled and laughed gently. “You can do whatever you want to do”. He assured her. “It’s your daughter.” He said lovingly. Their family of their own had started. Carla was a hot, sticky, sweaty and tired mess. But there was nothing he adored more than her and the daughter she had given them both. It was so clear and obvious to him that she was the woman he wanted for the rest of his life. He walked to his hospital bag, checked the box of the ring was still in there. He was debating it. He dropped it and zipped it back up. Maybe another time. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Our daughter. You get a say as much as I do..” she replied to his comment of Amber being her daughter. She spent time with the nurse that spoke her through the fundamentals of breast feeding and helped her with the first time, even though amber would only get a taster for the first few tries. “What are you looking for?” Carla looked over in his direction. She had initially packed all of their hospitals bags. “Oh can you please hand me my phone..” she smiled softly. @Mr Writes

“Our daughter” he said with a soft smile as he returned to her with her phone. Kissing her forehead again gently. He ignored her question about what he was looking for. Of course he did. @Mrs Writes 💓

She took a few pictures after amber was finished feeding. “Are we sure on Amber?” She said with a smile as she gave him his daughter back. The first few days after birth was important for daddy and baby to bound. “I want another one” she smiled at him. “Especially if this is how you look holding them…” @Mr Writes

Michael rocked himself ever so gently holding his daughter, waiting for a burp after her first feed from mum. Once he got it out of her, he laid her down in her high cot hospital bed. He smiled over at Carla. “Don’t you worry, I plan on impregnating you again” he smirked laughing. “One more child. A bigger home. A bigger garden. A dog. Our family will be complete. OH. And a ring on your finger”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had leaned back on the hospital bed. “Only one more?” She asked looking over at him. “We aren’t getting a dog until our babies are a little more…toddlers.” She laughed at the thought of having to raise a baby and a puppy.. @Mr Writes

Michael took the seat next to her as the nurse wrapped baby up in a blanket and left the room. “How many would you like?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Another two..even number in the house” she smiled. “However right now, although I want another one, two. I’m happy just with her and Milo.” She looked at him. “Have you told your parents yet? Can you please please not send them any photos you have of me. Just amber. Actually you might want me just to send you the photo that we’re sending out to Family and friends.” @Mr Writes

“Another two” he nodded with a fulfilled smile. “That would be perfect. Our own completed family” his smile couldn’t disappear. “I haven’t told anybody. We can do that after you’ve rested. You can tell me what photo to use once you’ve rested”. He stroked her forehead. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled up at him. “I’m fine...promise you.” “Surviving on cloud nine” she laughed softly. “I love you” she looked from amber up to him. “I really really do love you.” @Mr Writes

Michael smiled and nodded his head. He knew she did. “I love you too. Thank you” he smiled. Kissing down on her forehead again. A knock on the door broke their moment before it opened. A head appeared round the doorframe. “I read on the board the Wright family were here?” Frankie asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla half rolled her eyes. “Then you read wrong…it would have said Evans still..” she smiled over at him. Frankie rolled his eyes too “I see your witts are still about you. You look like shit..” he joked, going over to her before noticing the baby. “Shut up, you already had her!” “Thanks Frankie- shh..if you wake her you feed her.” Carla said putting her head back again. “Congratulations man” Frankie dabbed up Michael before immediately going to her chart and reading it. @Mr Writes

“The next time it’ll say Wright” Matt smiled broadly between them both as Frankie studied her chart. “Both doing well” he smiled. “Congratulations” he said to Michael, shaking his hand before standing next to Carla’s bed. “You okay?” He asked softly. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled at Frankie. “I’m okay.” She smiled at Michael. “Have you got Milo today?” She asked as Frankie sat back in the chair. “Yeah, going to go home and sleep for a few before I go pick him up. Do you want me to bring him here?” He asked, the way they both were talking sounded like Milo was theirs. “Yes please” she smiled before amber started to become unsettled. The next few hours went by quickly before they were getting ready for Milo visiting. @Mr Writes

Amber had woken and been fed, after which Michael held and carried her doing laps of their private room. Carla was being monitored by the nurses and would be released home in the morning. A knock on their door broke their silent company together. “A little brother is here” Frankie opened the door and called out. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had got up and moved around a bit between the hours of Frankie leaving and coming back. Carla watched as Milo ran to his dad to see his new baby sister. “Is she all mine?” He asked. Carla took pictures constantly of them all before Frankie offered to take one of the four of them. “Thank you Frankie” she smiled at him. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed, a tearful joy met his cheek as Milo asked if Amber was all for him. “She’s for everyone” Michael corrected him. “She got you a present though..” Michael handed him a Mr Potato Head. “Now you’ve got them all!” He said to Milo. “Thank you for bringing him in” Michael shook Frankie’s hand after taking a photo of them all together. “You going to behave for Uncle F tonight?” Michael asked. Milo nodded. “Come on, I’m thirsty” Michael took Milo’s hand. “Let’s get a drink” he handed Amber to Carla and left her and Frankie in their room. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Uncle F” Carla laughed as they were alone. “I think I suit it, don’t get me started on the nights I get when Milo slips up and calls you Mummy Carla.” Frankie goes to wash his hands before taking amber off Carla. “I would just like it noted that I didn’t encourage him to start calling me that. Neither did Michael, it’s because we had explained that baby will call me mummy.” Carla explained as she got up and managed to sit on the chair next to the bed. She hated hospital beds. “Oh no, it was me.” Frankie admitted he planted the name. “I get rewards when Amanda is Pis- annoyed” he smirked as she rocked his niece in his arms. Carla shakes her head, she got a bit emotional as she watched him dote over her daughter. “I..” Frankie stopped her. “Car, don’t. I’m proud of you. Amber and Milo have a great mummy. I know you’re that figure to him too. Least you got the partner who allows you to be that figure for him. I mean it when I say I’m proud of you. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me.” Carla was interrupted as Milo ran back in with her favourite sweets from the vending machine. He ran right into her hugging her. She tried not to tense as her stomach felt a bit tender. “These are for you, daddy bought them.” He smiled up at her. “Can I hold amber now?” Carla smiled and kissed his head. “Sit on the bed and I’m sure Uncle F and Daddy will help you.” @Mr Writes

“What did we miss?” Michael asked as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed. “Uncle F has Amber, then you can hold her before you go” Michael assured Milo, picking him up and sitting him on the bed that Carla had vacated. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla wiped her eyes. “You missed Frankie being Frankie..” Frankie scoffed sarcastically before handing amber to Michael so he could have this moment with his son. Carla tried not to overstep, but she gave him the look of don’t let her go while he helped Milo hold amber. “Daddy I do it by myself” Milo sat back on the bed and held her close to him. Carla relaxed a bit more as she knew he was being protective of his sister. “Can I stay at daddy’s tonight, Frankie?” “Sorry bud, Mummy said no, we’re having a pizza night and she’s got something planned for you..” Frankie didn’t sound too excited. He looked at Michael. “She’s clearly trying to compete, amber is all he speaks about.” @Mr Writes

“You’re coming to stay at ours next weekend bud!” Michael told Milo. “It’s important Carla and daddy settle Amber into her new home before Milo stays isn’t it!” He smiled. “So the rest of the week at mummy’s, but listen to Uncle F, she’s got a surprise hasn’t she!” Michael took Amber from Milo, placing her in her small bedside bed and letting Frankie and Milo say bye. “Right. I’ll go too. Get everything at home ready for you to come tomorrow?” He suggested as the nurse knocked on the door. “Mrs Wright, would you like to go home?” She asked. Carla’s smile grew. She wasn’t expecting that. @Mrs Writes 💓

Milo frowned. “Frankie, can we go to your house atleast?” He gave amber back to his dad. “Maybe bud, we need to speak to mummy.” Frankie helped Milo off the bed. Milo gave his dad back the potato head “can I keep this at daddy and mummy Carla’s house? I already saw mummy bought me one too but I hid it again?” Milo spoke to his dad before kissing ambers head. Frankie and Carla bought covered their mouths as they held in their laugh. Milo was funny. They all said their goodbyes as they left. “No..” Carla frowned as Michael suggested leaving “I don’t want you-“ the nurses interrupted. “I would very much love to go home…and I know this is being persnickety.. it’s Mrs Evans.. just doubling checking that Mrs Evans can go home.” “Evans as in Frankie Evans?” The nurse said meeting Carla’s unamused face. “Yes, yes, Mrs Evans and Baby Evans can go home.” @Mr Writes

“I haven’t married her yet” Michael smiled and joked with the nurse. “I think the name Wright is up on the board due to the father’s name” he nodded with a gentle smile. “Come on Miss Evans” he smiled. “I’ll pack your bag…” he started to pick up little things and put them away”. “Wheelchair or you wanna walk?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’ll walk.. slowly. You’ll need to go get her car seat out of the car. And double check it’s fitted properly.” Carla instructed him. While Michael was away to the car, Carla got Amber changed into her first official outfit. She hadn’t shown Michael her going home outfit. It was a baby vest with a pale pink tutu attached, the vest had Baby Wright on it. She had a matching tul bow. Carla cried once she was dressed. She cried over everything just now. She got the rest of the stuff packed up before he came back. @Mr Writes

Michael returned carrying the car seat and Amber in her new outfit. “Look at her”. He smiled. Watching as Carla wiped a tear off of her own cheek. “Tired and emotional?” He smiled, bringing her in gently for a hug. They’d had very little time alone to appreciate what had happened. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I don’t think the tiredness has hit me yet..so just emotional.” She hugged him back. “I’m just excited to get home. Start our little family life.” She smiled up at him. She kissed him softly. “Let’s get baby girl home..” she smiled down at amber. @Mr Writes

Michael picked up the baby carrier and walked to Carla’s pace. They slowly made their way down the corridors, people would move out of their way to give them space. Michael placed Amber in the car, double checking she was safe. “In you get” he told Carla. “I’ll drive slowly I promise”. He held her hand as he started the car. “Let’s start this chapter” @Mrs Writes 💓

As they walked out the hospital, Carla dropped her pace to sneak the typical dad picture. She got into the back with amber. Giving his hand a squeeze as he started the car. “Let’s start it..” she smiled, ambers hand curled around her hand. “Michael..thank you for sticking by me.” She said softly. Carla tried to hide her own yawns while they drove back home. The journey felt like ages. Once they were home Carla got out and opened the front door for him as he got the baby. “Never, never did I think I would bring a baby…nor basically a husband home to this house..” Carla said fighting the tears. @Mr Writes

4:56 AM

Michael thought again to the ring in his bag. Had she seen it? Did she want it? Was it perfect to do it now in their home with their baby daughter next to them? @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla sighed as she walked into their kitchen. “We should have cleaned up before we left” she started doing little bits and bobs. “Oh my boobs” she groaned “is she awake?” She came into the livingroom with her hands over her boobs. @Mrs Writes 💓

5:09 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael frowned coming into view of the kitchen after putting the car carrier up on the living room coffee table. “Sit. Down.” He told her sternly. “I will do that. Sit down”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh Michael, I can do things too.” She smiled at him. “Fine.” She went to the living room, taking Amber out of her seat. “Mummy and daddy are going to fall out over you…a lot.” She naturally spoke in the baby voice. Smiling as she sat on the couch with her. “Michael, I’m starving. Do you want to just order in tonight?..” she shouted to the kitchen. @Mr Writes

Michael reached for his phone after drying his hands. “What do you want love?” He asked smiling. They were both exhausted. It had been a stressful 24 hours. “What’s your post pregnancy crave?” He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“A glass of wine. A bottle of vodka” she looked at him and laughed. “I want a burger, a big fuck off burger” she fed amber while pumping the other breast. “And chips- oh I don’t like this pump. This feels weird.” @Mr Writes

“how are you a pro already? Feeding and pumping?” He laughed, smiling intently at his lover succeeding already. Michael ordered from the local burger joint. They specialised in burgers. He ordered her a double cheeseburger and fries, himself the same but got them both a bunch of small sides to share. They’d earned it. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smiled up at him. “It’s only so you can do a night feed…one out of a million.” She gazed down at amber. It was clear she loved her and was proud of herself for getting her here. “This…this is the little madem who had me in hospital multiple times just because she hadn’t heard her daddy’s voice on his 12 hour shifts..” she smiled up at Michael. She burped amber before handing her to him. “Do you love her…be honest.” @Mr Writes

Amber was 8 days old and a sleep pattern had started to become understood for both Carla and Michael. They had developed a teamwork rota and ensured that both supported each other. Michael took Amber up to the en-suite bathroom to bathe her in the sink with her extended tub and get her used to water, something the midwife had explained was important. Michael took his top off to save him getting splashed or wetter than he needed to. He kept his oversized grey sweatshorts on of course. @Mrs Writes 💓

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Carla had not long gotten up, she entered the bathroom to find them both. Amber had started to smile when she heard either parent’s voices. “Are you having a bath?” Carla smiled down at her before she leaned up and kissed Michael. Baby talk was the new way they spoke to each other. The whole sex for 6 weeks was going to be a struggle. While they were in the bathroom The door went, before they both heard Milo burst through and Amanda shouting “Milo you can’t just run into peoples houses” Carla smiled at Micheal before heading down the stairs, she was still wearing her baggy maternity pjs. “It’s okay, this is his house too - oh hi” Carla was attacked by Milo’s embrace. “Your daddy is upstairs with amber, in the bed bathroom..” Carla directed him.

2:13 AM

@Mr Writes

“Daddy’s bathing Amber” he smiled, continuing the baby talk. Carla was right, hopefully the lack of touch and passion between them both wouldn’t burn out when the time came that they could share time together again. “I’ll be down soon?” Michael assured Carla as she left the room and headed downstairs to an attack of Milo’s arms round her waist. Michael heard Carla ask Amanda if she wanted a drink. “He wanted to see his sister” Amanda apologised for turning up unannounced. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled and headed to the kitchen with Amanda. “Hey, it’s okay..you’re both welcome here anytime.” Amanda sat down a Tesco bag on the dinning table. “That’s for you…Milo picked up a few of your favourite snacks and drinks…how are you?” Carla smiled and handed her a drink. “That was very kind of you, I’m fine thank you..how are you? How’s Frankie?” Amanda took the drink with a smile. “Carla, I’m asking how you are. Honestly. Baby amber is Michael’s child so she will be like Milo, and if anything - she’s not sleeping the best during the night.” Carla run her hands through her hair and plastered that smile on her face. “Thank you for being concerned but I’m fine..” Amanda just nodded and smiled before breaking the awkward silence “Frankie told me - well I..- I’m sorry I commented on your body at the wedding. I honestly haven’t seen Michael more happy so there no need to worry…I’m making this worse..” Carla played with her necklace. “I know he does, and I’m trying my hardest not to let your words get to me..but they are in constant repeat in my head..” It was then that Milo came back down soaked “daddy soaked me!” @Mr Writes

“He did what?!” Carla asked excitedly. “Get him with this” Carla filled a glass with water. “But be careful of your sister” she smiled. Milo ran off again, laughing up the stairs, leaving her and Amanda alone again. Amanda saw a photo on the sideboard of Michael and Carla on their wedding day. “I actually thought you looked incredible. I was bitter that day”. Amanda nodded. “You don’t have to accept my apology. You don’t have to feel like I mean it”. “Maybe we could be more civil together”. She shrugged. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled at the phoned before glancing down at her feet. The bump had gone but there was no hiding she still held some of the weight she had gained. Even through her baggy pjs. “Other than vic wedding, I have been civil. I have never jeopardised your career, I have never stopped you from seeing Frankie - even when I was still actively married. I ignored your lipstick and your eyelash that you left behind..,I have always tried to be the better person.” Carla crossed her arms and lent against the counter “but okay, we can be more civil. As much as you tried to stop it, we are family now. Milo has to be at the heart of our decisions.” “Deal…” Amanda smiled “Milo, we have to go, granny Karen is waiting for us.” Milo reluctantly came down the stairs “but mum im soaking.” Carla laughed “come with me and I’ll change you..” she held her hand out taking him to the utility room finding him some clean clothes. @Mr Writes

Carla returned Milo to the front door, redressed smart and ready for grandma’s. “Wow, what do you say to Carla?” Amanda initiated to Milo, Michael walking slowly down the stairs carrying Amber. “Don’t forget to say bye” he called out. @Mrs Writes 💓

Amanda and Milo both shouted bye as they left. Carla smiled and closed the door. Turning round to face Michael and sleeping amber. “Mummy’s turn..” she whispered and took amber, taking her to the living room where her bassinet was. She gently placed her down before turning and hugging Michael. Resting her head on his chest as her hands wrapped around his waist. @Mr Writes

“Mummy’s turn for daddy to bathe her?” Michael joked thirst-fully. His arms held her just as tight as she did. “Why don’t you go and have a nap? A shower?” He suggested their teamwork continue. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael. I just need-“ Carla started to tear up. “I just five minutes to stand here and be close to you..” Carla had been struggling with the lack of time they would have together. Accompanied by the constant worry he would fall out of love with her. “I just need to be us for a moment” she said as she wiped her eyes and relaxed within his embrace. @Mr Writes

“Hey. Hey.” Michael said softly, squeezing her tighter toward his body and nestling her head into his chest. “I’m here” he assured her. Kissing the top of her hair multiple times. “It’s us. Always us” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I just worry..” she said with her eyes closed as she stayed glued to him. Standing In the middle of their livingroom. “You go back to work soon, I’m going to be here alone with her.. which half of me is excited for but the other half is so nervous that I mess something up…” she just began to ramble. “I have 4 days left with you here, and I’m worried that when life goes back to your shift work and me being a solo parent during the day that we…we won’t be us.” @Mr Writes

Michael didn’t move himself or her away from how they were glued to eachother. They’d rarely had this closeness recently. “We’re us right now, we’ll be us when I’m back to work, we’ll be us in 10 years time” he whispered. He was in love. He always had been. “The quicker I get back to work, the sooner I can bend you over a dressing table like old times” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laughed softly at his dressing table comment. “What if I don’t get cleared in the 6 weeks? It’s still sore..” she had let it slip that she was still in some pain. “I mean…it’s sore sometimes.” “I just can’t help but worry that when you see me undressed for the first time since being pregnant you aren’t going to love me anymore…” @Mr Writes

“I don’t care how long I have to wait”. He said reassuringly. “Take these off” he tugged playfully at her PJ’s. “Take them off and you’ll see proof that I’ll love you”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No..not in the living room..” she refused. Smiling up at him. “I’m not ready for you to see anything past my boobs..” she smiled, their conversation having to wait as amber cried out. “I’ve got her..” Carla said and went over lifting her up. “She’s hungry…daddy should go and have a nap..” she smiled and sat on the couch. Victoria and Jamie had made a habit of coming round to their house every Friday night, the babies slept or sometimes didn’t while the parents all caught up. Carla had the house in somewhat order, as long as no one went into the utility room. “Will we just order pizza or a kebab in tonight?” Carla asked as she came downstairs in a different outfit and freshly washed hair.

3:05 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael had showered and changed an hour ago and was already on the couch quietly waiting for them to arrive and Carla to get herself ready. “I hate you”. He said with a passionate, love filled smile as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “I told you I like those pyjama’s.” He shook his head. “Completely off limits and you’re prancing around enticing me” he laughed. He eventually answered her question. “Kebab hopefully, but I don’t mind”. He offered his arm for her to sit next to him. “Isn’t it funny how we’ve gone from lavish meals out, dolled up, to PJ’s at 6pm” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Blame your daughter, she threw up down my ones that match yours.” Carla smiled as she sat down next to Michael with the baby monitor. “Also, these aren’t pjs…it’s a lounge set..get with the times..” she nudged him playfully. “Will she be okay by herself?..” Carla panicked over every little thing. Had became so cautious. “We will get those lavish dates back…once I loose a few stone.” She smiled and leaned forward taking a sip of his water. Victoria always just let herself in, also wearing a comfy set. “Heyy party people..” she whispered lifting the carseat in. “Don’t know why I’m whispering, my Michael is asleep..”

3:16 AM

@Mr Writes

“you don’t need to lose a few stone for me to finger you in the back of a cab on the way home from a romantic meal” Michael laughed reminiscing. “She’ll be fine. I promise” he assured her, hoping she’d calm herself as the door opened and Vic arrived with Jamie. “Pop him upstairs on the camera with Amber if you like?” Michael whispered too continuing the tradition. @Mrs Writes 💓

Jamie took the wee man upstairs as Carla got up and got drinks for everyone. Handing both the men beers before getting Victoria a glass of wine. She sat down next to Michael again. “Are you not drinking?” Victoria asked. “No I’ll do the nightshift and since I’m exclusively Breast feeding still..” Carla answered as she draped her legs over Michael. “Fair enough, Right have we decided on a date yet for this couples holiday?” Victoria clapped excitedly. It wasn’t until Victoria mentioned the holiday that Carla had an epiphany “baby, did you and Amanda go to the club Mac…two years ago?” @Mr Writes

“It’s my night off is it?” Michael asked excitedly as he was handed a beer. Michael’s hand held Carla’s leg as it relaxed over his. He nodded. “Yeah we went. Stalker. Why?” He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Frankie ’accidentally’ book the family hotel.. but clearly it was so he could get his holiday in with Amanda..- we’re not going there.” Carla said. Victoria gasped “what a cheeky cun-“ she was cut short as Carla threw a pillow at her. “Honestly, you two were destined to be together…at the same hotel two years ago..both your partners cheating on you both…” Carla just looked at Victoria @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at the two girls throwing daggers at eachother. “It’s meant to be…” Michael suggested, sliding his hand along Carla’s long leg. “I didn’t get Carla a push present. So I want to take her away in like, 3 months?…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yes you did get me a push present..” she looked at him confused. “The flowers and the earrings that go delivered…” she could see the confused look Michael gave her. “Michael..” she got up and went to get the earrings and the card. She came back with a bitten lip. “They were from Frankie..sorry I didn’t even check the card I just assumed they were from you.” Victoria and Jamie laughed “the drama in this house..” Jamie said. “Anyway.. I don’t need a push present..” @Mr Writes

Michael rolled his eyes at her mistake. “You’re getting a push present” he smiled. “So, are you guys in? Where? When?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well I saw this holiday for families, it’s an all inclusive hotel, on the beach in Turkey?” Vic said giving Michael her phone to look at. “I’m paying for half of this..” Carla whispered to him as she leant in and looked at the phone. Carla got up to get the baby when she began to cry. Mich woke up too while she was up getting amber. “Babies had to join the party..” she handed Mich to Victoria. Brining amber to the couch next to her daddy. Carla covered herself while she fed her. Looking on the phone while Michael looked up different places. “What about Lilia and Matt?” Carla asked. “Why are you covering yourself? He’s been oogling your chest since we arrived..” vic said looking at Jamie. @Mr Writes

Michael smirked and looked at all three adults. “He’s seen more than just her tits on this couch” reminiscing on the video night. “In fairness, even in baggy lounge wear your tits look fantastic given what they’re being put through” he laughed again. “I’ll text Matt?” Jamie suggested, breaking his silence. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You are making the poor boy uncomfortable” Carla scolded Michael in her mum voice. Victoria laughed and sipped her wine “you do that baby. I’ll order the food, it’s our turn to pay anyway. Kebabs??” Carla smiled “yes please, I’ll just have a small bit of Michael’s so don’t order me anything.” Carla leaned in and kissed Michael while she continued to feed amber. The conversation they had earlier still playing in her mind. This was them @Mr Writes

“He’s the one admiring the view. It’s a compliment?” He smirked. “Make mine a large please, she’ll have more than she says she will” he laughed. “Matt and Lilia are interested” Jamie confirmed. “Shall we find somewhere and book it?” Vic smiled, jogging her knee’s to Michael’s burp. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla just stayed quiet, while she burped amber. “I still think the turkey one is the place to go..I’ll make a groupchat and we can all put in places we find over the next few days.” Vic adds. “What is the deal with Lilia and Matt? Are they together? Just friends?” Carla asks. @Mr Writes

Everyone nodded to the idea of a group chat. Jamie and Michael exchanged looks. “I saw him at golf 2 days ago” Jamie said. “They’re spending a lot of time together, but they haven’t shagged” he shrugged his shoulders. “Either, they’re good friends, or it’ll break at some point and the fucking will start. It always starts” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

Victoria laughed “least none of them are committed to other people in anyway..” Carla gave amber to Michael as she fixed herself and got up to her the dinner. She brought it into the dinning room and set out plates and cutlery. She took the baby back off Michael so he could eat, she sat next to him and had a little bit while they all spoke about the holiday. “Are you guys sure you’re happy with that? Two nights each..no kids..” Victoria asked. @Mr Writes

“It gives everyone a healthy break. The time alone” Michael nodded. “Right?” He looked to Carla. Nobody at the table knew the plans he had. A night everyone together would be so nice too. Maybe the second night? A sunset dinner? I saw it on TikTok.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah I mean I wouldn’t leave her with anyone other than you two anyways” Carla says smiling down at amber as she moves her dinner around with the fork. Victoria and Jamie agree too. “Sounds like a plan” Victoria said. Victoria offered Carla some of her dinner too. “Honestly I’m okay.. I’m full..” Carla smiled and put her fork down. “Just going to change stinky bum.” She left the table and went upstairs to change ambers nappy. “She isn’t eating much..” Victoria commented looking at Michael. “How is she copying?” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “She eats more than others some days” he shrugged. “I’m not sure what she’s feeling today. Tired maybe?” He smiled. Michael leaned across the table. His tone hushed. “I’m proposing on holiday…” @Mrs Writes 💓

Victoria gasped “why would you tell me that! How am I meant to keep a secret! Omg!!!” She nudged Jamie in excitement. Jamie looked at Michael “are you sure?.. we’ve been here before..” @Mr Writes

“Amanda?” Michael asked him against his uncertainties. “This is different. She’s different” he assured him. “I’m doing it” he confirmed. “The night we’re all together”. He told them. “Once we confirm a place we’re going, I’ll plan it all with the hotel” he said as footsteps appeared on the stairs. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla came back, filling up her water bottle. “Does anyone else need a drink?” She asked. It was drilled into her to always have people’s glasses full. She opened another beer for the boys just so they had one. “What are you guys talking about?” She asked as she sat down. “Babies” Victoria blurted out. “I want more…” @Mr Writes

“Are you guys? Have you?…” Michael paused trying to find his words. “Have you pleasured eachother since birth?” He laughed. “I want more with her”. Michael admitted, looking over at Carla. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla rolled her eyes and looked down at amber “not any time soon daddy” how she would eat her own words eventually. Victoria looked at Michael “do you really want to know?.. I felt ready at 4 weeks.. so we take it slow..” Carla shook her head no. Even though she was only 8 days post, she knew herself she wasn’t ready. “I already told you.. gotta loose some weight before we ever do that again..” Victoria looked at Carla “car.. you are absolutely fine..” Carla shook her head. @Mr Writes

“I’m not here to rush her” Michael admitted. “I’d wait years for more of her” he said longingly and lovingly. He meant every word, everyone on the table knew it. “We’re not even close to their 4 week point where they did something anyway”. Michael admitted to Carla. “Every night I watch you take your bra off and I want to cum on your tits” he laughed. “Cover her ears” he pointed to Amber. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh my god” Carla looked at Michael “never mind your daughter’s ears, we have guests.” She went bright red. “Will you just stop talking..” Carla nudged him. Victoria laughed. “Why do you wear a bra? It’s only you two in the house.” “I just prefer it.. keeps them up” Carla commented before the girls got into a whole conversation about bras. @Mr Writes

Michael took the hint from her nudge against his rib cage. Finishing the kebab infront of him & emptying half of his beer bottle. He hadn’t felt like he’d switched off in the last 8 days. “So, Turkey?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I like Turkey” Carla commented. “So I have three months to get her a passport..” Carla rocked amber. She was completely in love with being a mum but still struggle with the mental side. It wasn’t long before they three had left and it was time to do the bedtime routine with amber. @Mr Writes

Michael took control and tidied the kitchen area where everyone had been once they’d left. “Vic felt you weren’t yourself? Sure you’re okay?” Michael asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla done the last feed before bed, looking up at Michael as he came into the bedroom. “I’m fine.” She smiled softly before looking back down at amber. “What else were you and the harpers saying then?” Carla asked as she burped amber. @Mr Writes

“we were talking more about the holiday idea & how fun it would be for everyone to be together. Enjoy eachothers company, have some fun, get away with the babies!” Michael covered up the conversation about him proposing. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla nodded “Will be fun..” smiling as amber burped. Carla got up and changed her nappy before rocking her to sleep and putting her down in the next to me cot. She got into bed, and looked over at Michael. “I’ve got the night shift, we have to get into somewhat of a routine for you going back to work” “I’m sorry if I don’t seem myself. I promise I’m fine..” @Mr Writes

The next few days passed with them swapping day and night shifts to ensure they both got suitable rest and weren’t going crazy. Michael was back to work tomorrow. He was stood in the living room ironing his uniforms for the few days ahead as Carla come back home from a coffee with Lilia. “They coming on holiday?” Michael asked as she took her shoes off. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Shut up” Carla hushed, pushing the pram in. “She’s just fell asleep..” Carla left amber in the pram as she collapsed down on the couch. “Yeah..yeah they’re coming and Lilia says that she and him are purely just friends and neighbours” Carla smiled up at Michael. “I survived my first public screaming - tantrum…she just hated that coffee shop.” Carla got up, and wrapped her arms around Michael’s waist as he ironed. “I don’t want you to go back…” @Mr Writes

they’d got used to one telling the other to shut up if Amber had dozed off. He smiled at being told it today as he put his iron down to kiss her home. “They’ve surely done something?! Nothing?!” He asked. “It’ll happen” he shrugged laughing again. His hands held hers against his waist as she moaned about his return to work. “I don’t want to leave you both either”. He shrugged. “Get the laptop, let’s book this trip and text everyone” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Gone are the days we’d have sex to bridge the gap between our sadness” she smiled up at him. Carla was still 3 weeks out from her 6 week check. “I am thankful that you managed to get three weeks and not the standard 2..” Carla got the laptop as he finished his ironing. “You know your dark blue scrubs are ironed and folded away upstairs?..” she enlighten him once he was finished. @Mr Writes

“But aren’t you proud I haven’t pleasured myself to fill the void?” He smirked. “Soon, I’ll see you in lingerie, craving all of it”. Michael laughed. “I didn’t know that. I do now” he shrugged. “At least I’ve done it all…” He passed her his credit card. “Put it all on that, they can all send their money to me” @Mrs Writes 💓

“How have I ended up doing this?” She asked putting their details in before the rest. “Does Milo have a middle name? Feel like I’ve asked before but I still have baby brain..”she smiled over at him. Carla booked it and then picked up her phone sending her half of the payment. Hoping he wouldn’t realise until it was too late to argue. “When are you working tomorrow? 7 to 7?” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as she’d ignored his proud moment of not yet pleasing himself without sex. Michael looked at her disapprovingly. “Milo James…” he reminded her. He nodded finally. “7-7 tomorrow and Friday” he smiled. “Weekend off to be able to give you a break” The next week passed smoothly being back at work and ensuring he could also give Carla a break from Amber when he came home. “Your hospital letter came today, for your follow up appointment” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla burped amber as he spoke. She nodded “yeah, they also phoned me. Hence why I haven’t opened it yet. 1 week to go.. can you believe we have a 4 nearly 5 week old?” She lifted amber up to him. “Amber bum is definitely a daddy’s girl like mummy though…when you phoned today to check in she was smiling and alert. Soon as I hung up - I couldn’t get her to stop crying.” Carla got on with making their dinner, while he had time with his daughter. “Everyone sent you their money?? It was pay day yesterday.” @Mr Writes

“Everyone’s paid” Michael told her as he tickled Amber’s belly, enticing her giggles to fill the house. “This time next week I’ll be pinning mummy against the wall of our bedroom” Michael bragged to Amber. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael Wright!” Carla had gotten the mummy voice down to a tee. But was never to serious with him as she laughed and shaked her head. “What if I don’t pass? Then you’re getting your hopes up..” she was worried she wouldn’t pass.

The next week flew in, weeks were flying by when theirs babies in the house. Michael was working at the time of her appointment, so Carla faced her first appointment with a baby alone. She got cleared but decided she was going to surprise him later. While pushing the pram through the hospital, she was on a phone call. Bumping into Michael,in a similar way to when they first met, as she hung up the phone. “I’m so sorry- oh it’s you.” She smiled. “Thought you were in theatre?” @Mr Writes

“It got cancelled” he smiled. “Both my girls here” he kissed Carla on the cheeks, he was in uniform so anything more would look inappropriate. “How did it go?” He asked, peering into the pram to see Amber asleep. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I didn’t get cleared.. they think I may have an infection. They took blood. We should know within 48 hours..” Carla smiled. “Few more days sadly..” Carla smiled into the pram. “I’m sorry for bumping into you..seems to be how we meet in places…” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded understandingly. “You’re worth the wait”. He shrugged before laughing at her comment. “The first time we ever bumped into eachother was special though. Lovely taxi ride too” he smirked. “Go on, I won’t be long” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Won’t be long? You’ve got 7 hours left..” she smiled and leaned up to steal a proper kiss. “Oh well..” They parted ways and Carla went on about her day ready for his surprise. Everything was normal when he got home. They had dinner and chilled together in the livingroom. Once amber was down for the night, Carla tapped the couch next to her. Wearing her pj shorts and top. “I got you a present…think of it as a delayed push present..” she smiled @Mr Writes

Michael muted the TV and turned slightly to face her as she informed him of a present. “A surprise? A present?” He smiled. He’d done well to hide his disappointment of them not being able to share and show their delayed love and longing for eachother tonight. @Mrs Writes 💓

She straddled him, and handed him a box. Inside was box of lube and condoms. She bit her lip to stop her laughter as he opened it. “I got cleared… you better wear them.” @Mr Writes

A basic touch of her hand against his chest as he opened the box. The basic feel of her weight against his lap was something so simple but felt so distant from the wait they’d had to have time together, let alone make love all over again. “No you didn’t?!” He said surprised. Confused by her lie. “Wear these? Use this?” He pointed into the box as her lip released from her teeth. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I wanted to do it in a cute way…” she smiled down at him. “But yeah, you gotta wear them for at least a few months.. I can’t have kids that close in age.” She leaned down and kissed him. “Michael, will you.. go slow?” It was clear she wanted it but was worried.

9:57 PM

@Mr Writes

Michael smirked and kissed her back. Finally a release. “I can’t just pull out and cum on your tits for two months?” He laughed playfully. He nodded. “Slow” he whispered; staring at her. @Mrs Writes 💓

She playfully hit him. “Micheal.. condom” she smiled down at him. “Stop staring at me.,,you’re making me nervous..” @Mr Writes

“Or I know somewhere else we can revisit” he smirked again as the palm of her hand slapped his arm. “Nervous for the one thing we’ve missed together?” He smiled. Their staring at eachother was building the tension back. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I haven’t saw your face for the last few months.. or felt your weight on me..” she added, looking at his lips. “So yes, I’m nervous..and what if it hurts..” she sighed a little with her thoughts now crowding her head. “Will you just kiss me already!” She moved her hips, pushing her weight on him more. “Please” Carla smiled down at him. @Mr Writes

“if it hurts, we can stop” he assured her as he held her weight against his lap as she put herself onto him. “I’ve missed your lips” he whispered lovingly, staring at them before pressing his to hers gently, softly. The start of a release weeks and weeks in the waiting. “I’m so lucky you’re the mother of my child” @Mrs Writes 💓

“One of the mothers” she whispered trying not to laugh as she kissed him. Her hand cupping his cheek, as she gazed down at him. She leaned back, sitting up right. Slowly undoing her pj buttons @Mr Writes

Michael stared at her as her fingers worked her buttons. She looked down at him as their eyes finally locked. “I’ve missed the shows”. He bit his lower lip. It was clear he loved her still, that hadn’t changed @Mrs Writes 💓

“You watch me change at least twice a day?” She smiled as she exposed her breasts. How they had changed since they first met. How they were once his and now their daughter relies on them for food. “I love you..” she smiled as she spoke, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. @Mr Writes

“It’s not the same” he shook his head, his eyes were glued on hers, not her breasts for once. The love was thick. “You’re so elegant” he told her as she placed hair behind her ear. “It’s different to just watching you get changed while you’re off limits” He smiled. He knew how important it was that she voiced her love in such passionate times @Mrs Writes 💓

“I know, I broke my own rule.” She shake’d her head and smiled at him. Her hands went to the base of his scrubs. Pulling them up over his head, discarding them in the living room. Carla bit her lip as her cheeks brightened with blush. “It’s getting hot in here..” she laughed.

7:59 AM

@Mr Writes

“Rules are made to be broken, we’ve both been good at that” he smirked, slapping her waist. “So take off all your clothes” he sang the Nelly song continuing what she’d started. “Condoms eh” @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed as he started to sing, “I don’t think I’ve saw you this happy…” she stood up and took her pjs off. Reluctant when it came to her bra. “These have changed…they’re more sensitive” she said and then dropped her bra, staying standing infront of him. She felt exposed, cautious of her extra weight around her stomach. @Mr Writes

Michael has assured her all along that he would adore and worship her body through the pregnancy and after. He’d done it through, now it was time to prove he’d do it after too. He was so used to exploring her breasts. It was a turn on for her. Perhaps that would have to wait. He sat on the couch staring at her as she stood before him, his cock hard and pointing to the ceiling. If that wasn’t the proof she needed, what would be? @Mrs Writes 💓

“Are you just going to sit there?” She smiled down at him. Holding her hand out to him. “I’m not having my first post baby sex on a couch” she helped him up. Wrapping her arms around him as he stood. “Come on daddy..” @Mr Writes

“where to boss?” He asked holding her naked body against his for a moment. Something that they hadn’t shared together for some time. He put his hand in hers for her to take him. “I’ve missed that word in that tone” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Daddy?” She repeated.. running a finger round his collar bone. “We’ll have to be quiet” she took his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Quietly opening the door @Mr Writes

“Speak for yourself” he laughed. His whisper obvious now that they were upstairs. Michael stood before her, facing her as she closed the door, his cock still as hard as it was when she undressed herself before him. He ripped the condom wrapper and held it out in his hand. “Please?…” he bit his lip. “It’s sexy if you do it” @Mrs Writes 💓

She took it, pushing him to the bed. Leaning down she put it on for him. “Making me work already..” She smiled up at him as she finished putting it on. “I don’t think this is going to last” @Mr Writes

“The using of condom’s or the sex?” He asked laughing as he finally had a view he’d longed for for months now. @Mrs Writes 💓

“The condoms” she smiled as she got onto the bed and crawled away from him. Making sure to be quiet. @Mr Writes

He nodded, crawling after her. “However long they need to last, or until you’re fed up” he laughed before kissing her softly. Even the basics of a kiss had been hard to come by since the birth of Amber, so this was special. Michael felt for her pussy. She was wet. Ready. He guided his covered cock between her walls and exhaled in instant pleasurable relief. @Mrs Writes 💓

She gasped as he felt her, a sensation she hadn’t felt for months. Gripping his shoulders as he entered her. “Michael” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Go slow” they had never done it slow. Feeling his weight ontop of her was something she had missed

5:45 AM

@Mr Writes

She felt just like she did the last time they shared eachother. He nodded as he laid his weight against her. Kissing her softly and gently again. The softer the kisses, the easier it would be to not get carried away with a pace unsuitable for her. “You’re still like a fucking drug” he moaned with a giggle. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Fuck” she moaned and tilted her head back as he thrusted into her. The worries of it being different or painful, left. It felt like they were them again. “Daddy please” she looked at him. She nails digging into him. @Mr Writes

“Behave” he whispered again, a moan constant in his voice. She was doing everything that she did months ago. Moaning. Swearing. Using her nails against him. Calling him that word. She seemed to relax into his motions, though soft and gentle. He was unsure he’d feel the pleasure to climax with a condom, but the sensation was normal. Her walls felt like home. @Mrs Writes 💓

She was struggling to keep her own climax at bay after months without one. Months long edging as they continued to tease but never play. When Carla came close, she felt how strong her orgasm was coming. Trying yet failing to push him away as the orgasm took over. @Mr Writes

Michael knew what a climax for Carla felt like against his cock, whether he was hidden by a condom or not. Her face also told the story. “No way” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Shut up” she covered her face with her hands. “I’m not the one who was allowed to pleasure himself after the baby” Once Michael pulled out and pulled the condom off, Carla got to her knees. Using her hand to stroke the length of him before her mouth teased his head. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and pushed hair behind her ear as she hid her face with her own hands. Michael wasn’t expecting her to initiate a pleasure for himself too. He stared down at her. A view he always appreciated. “Please don’t tease me”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I would never..” she smirked before fully committing her mouth to his pleasure. Her ass in the air as she moved her head the length of his cock. One hand slipping under him to play with his balls. She wanted him to have as much pleasure as he gave her. @Mr Writes

Her smirk hadn’t changed since the pub after bumping into him a year ago. His eyes had moved. From her lips wrapping his cock, to her ass at the back of the room pointing to the sky. “Fucking hell” he laughed. He couldn’t help but laugh in admiration. @Mrs Writes 💓

She fluttered her eyes a little as she gagged on the length of cock before adjusting. Her eye contact strong. Carla wiggled her ass as she noticed him looking. @Mr Writes

“Stop it, before I get ideas” he bit his lip at the sound of her gagging, the sloppy sounds of a blow job filling the silent bedroom. “Please let me cum on your tits” he moaned, pulling at her hair. @Mrs Writes 💓

She smirked, giving him the look that granted his wishes. When Carla felt him getting closer to his climax, when she felt the twitch of his cock, she pulled away and offered her chest to him. @Mr Writes

He took control of his cock as his twitching became heavy, stroking himself momentarily, he climaxed, the initial shot covering her neck before her breasts turned a silky white. “That view” @Mrs Writes 💓

She made a face as it hit her neck, before looking down at her chest. “Take a picture..it last longer..” she said. Allowing him to do so before she got up and went to their ensuite. Cleaning herself up, just in time for mummy and daddy to be needed again as amber cried out. They were a good team, in all areas

7:26 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael smirked as the camera on his phone took several photos of his view. “Added to the wank bank” he laughed, saving them to his private folder of saucy photos of them both. Carla returned to bed an hour later after feeding. “Are we going to get the suitcases down tomorrow? Get ready?” Michael was eager. Keen. She had no idea what was ahead. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Would you like to retry that sentence again?” She smiled at him as she crawled into bed. “You can get them down…and I’ll get us organised.” She leaned in and kissed him. “Might be brave and adventure out on my own tomorrow to pick up some bits and pieces for the kids..” she replied, not knowing what was ahead. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed, pulling the duvet back for her to join him as she kissed him on her return. “I’ll go up”. He nodded. “I’ll pack my own case though”. He was trying to not draw attention to packing. He couldn’t have her see in his case. “Bits? Like what?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Just bits. Like matching swimsuits, extra…bits…” Carla yawned, clearly not thinking properly. “Well you packing your case would be helpful, if I have Mine, Milos and Ambers” she was oblivious. @Mr Writes

“I mean, I can help packing them all” he laughed and shrugged his shoulders offering his help. “This time next week, we’ll all be there” he said reaching for her hand under the duvet to hold gently. @Mrs Writes 💓

She snuggled into him. Holding his hand. “We will be.. in the sun.. all tanned.” She squeezed his hand softly as she yawned, closing her eyes as she rested against his chest. “I love you” she mumbles falling asleep @Mr Writes

“I love you” he whispered. Carla had already drifted off to sleep. The next morning, after breakfast and the morning feed, Carla left Amber at home with Michael and headed out alone for her errands. “Call me”. He messaged Vic. She did. “I need you to come round. I need the engagement ring to go in your case”. He told her. She screamed. “Oh, have I not told you?” He laughed. He’d been so distracted by birth. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla checked in with him 101 times throughout the few hours she was out for. Not realising that her best friend was at her house. “Ok okay! I got it. But you can’t do it on the Wednesday. Swap child free days with me and Jamie. Do it later in the week…” Victoria said. She could sense he was confused by the Wednesday. “That is her original wedding date with Frankie. Bad omen” @Mr Writes

“I wanted to do it early in the week Vic, so she can enjoy the holiday as a fiancée…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Do it the monday then...just not the Wednesday. At least this year she won’t be a crying mess..” vic was straight to the point with everything. Victoria then met Carla in town, to get their nails done. In the early afternoon, Carla got home. “I’m home..” she announced. Going upstairs to Ambers room. “There’s my favourite people” she went straight into mum mode. “Come here…mummy’s boobies are sore..” she takes her and sits on the rocking chair. Smiling up at Michael. “I met Vic…we got our nails done for the holiday.” @Mr Writes

Michael was quietly in his mind making peace with the fact he’d be proposing in 3 days time. “Ohh that’s so nice” he smiled. “We did so well here the two of us, she was so well behaved. Didn’t want my boob once” he laughed. “Vic alright?” He continued. “Oh. I’ve booked you at the salon tomorrow afternoon. Wax & facial”. He smiled. “All paid for”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla laughed as he mentioned his boob. “I wouldn’t want it either…” she smiled as she rocked, feeding amber. “Mr Wright” she said, just like the many times in her classroom when they were a secret. She had been reminiscing a lot lately. “What are you implying with that wax..” she asked. Motioning to their daughter “I’ve been a little busy..okay.” She broke character, laughing. @Mr Writes

Michael stared at her in the way she knows he was serious. “You know I love your hairy pussy”. He bit his lip. “But I assumed you wouldn’t want that in a bikini?” He questioned her sure he was right in his thinking. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah…well.” She gave in, not thinking of any rebuttals. “I’m giving you the money for that…that’s not something I want my boyfriend to ever pay for.” “I didn’t even think about bikinis… I bought one of those sucky in swimsuits to hide the mum tum.” She looked up at him before looking down at amber feeding. “Your daddy clearly doesn’t love my hair that much..” she muttered, smirking @Mr Writes

“spread your legs, I’ll prove it”. He laughed. They were lucky Amber couldn’t understand a word that was being said. “Fashion show before you pack!” He said playfully. “You wanna go shopping for anything tomorrow with Vic after your appointment?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Have you ever had your pussy waxed… I’ll be do fucking nothing tomorrow after it.” She smiled up at him. She put amber down her nap, going to their room to pack. “I got you three matching swimsuits.” She shows him as she packs the three cases @Mr Writes

“You need the rest for holiday anyway” he smirked. He’d bought her two different lingerie outfits and a dress for the night of the proposal. She of course didn’t know about any of it. “These are nice” he folded them and put them in his case. There was now no problem of her going through his case now Vic had the ring. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Do you need me to double check your case?” She asked as she over packed for the kids. She smiled at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked. “You’ve been looking at me funny all day..” @Mr Writes

Michael stepped back from his case. “It’s like you’re checking my work” he laughed. “I can’t look happily, in awe of the woman of my child? The woman I love?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You love me?” She smiled playing dumb. “I didn’t know that…” she turned, wrapping her arms around him. Smiling up at him. “Tell me it again..” @Mr Writes

Michael slapped her backside as she fluttered her eyelashes. “I bloody love you”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She jilted forward, closer to him. That contagious smile of hers, combined with that half laugh. “Didn’t quite hear you…” she pressed her body against him. @Mr Writes

He playfully lowered his tone from the previous two occasions. “I love you. Very much.” @Mrs Writes 💓

She rubbed her nose against his, smiling brightly. “I love you. More.” She closed her eyes as their lips connected. One hand slipping up through the backs of his hair as the other remains drapped over his shoulder. @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head and smiled as their cold noses touched. “It’s not possible but anyway”. He laughed, kissing her lips as gently as she initiated. “Happy with the state of packing?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’ve not packed enough pants..” she turned round, her body still pressed against his as she looked at their cases filling the bed. “The kids have more than we do..”

11:04 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael slapped her backside again. “That’s because you pack like we’re going for a month” he laughed. “We’re having balcony sex, right?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael! We’ll have the kids…it’s hard enough having it with amber in the cot Nevermind her and Milo sleeping..” “Maybe on our kid free night.” She mumbled, not wanting to admit he was right. The rest of the day was spent packing and making sure everything was in order. Milo got dropped off after dinner. Frankie handing his bags over. “Daddy!! Look!” Milo ran to his dad, handing him pictures. “I was at mummy Carla’s old house and there was pictures of her there!!” Carla shot Frankie a look. Frankie shrugged and commented “eh, he was looking through boxes…I don’t just have them sitting out. Anyways, enjoy your holiday. Text me when you land.” @Mr Writes

“I’ve managed to organise two child free nights for us” he smirked. “The first and the 5th”. Michael stayed at home with Milo and Amber as Carla and Vic went for their appointment and any last minute shopping. A takeaway that night led them to Sunday, the day before flying. Everyone met at the hotel at the airport. “Early night all. 0200 alarm. 0600 flight. Don’t be late”. Jamie said with a laugh as they all got room keys. @Mrs Writes 💓

Amber didn’t settle the whole night before the flight. Thankfully settling on the plane after takeoff. Carla was in the aisle seat. Then Milo in the middle, and Michael at the window. Taking turns at holding and settling amber. Once they were at their destination and checked in. Milo being the oldest was desperate to go to the pool. So they all got changed and headed down. Carla sporting a white bikini and her mummy tummy. @Mr Writes

11:17 AM

Michael ensured that he had more of Amber on the flight than Carla, she needed her rest after a rough night overnight at the hotel. Michael let Milo run off ahead of the adults, though still in eyesight on the way to the pool. “Vic, come and get some drinks with me?” Michael said. “Bring it with you in your handbag please” he asked her. Before walking back with 2 trays of drinks for everyone. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was oblivious to the whole thing. Even Lilia who avoided her, which usually was a tell tail sign She smiled up at Michael as she applied suncream to Milo. Keeping Amber in the shade. “I’m exhausted already…” @Mr Writes

“Have a nap before dinner?” He suggested. “Go and have a nap after this drink? It’s up to you”. He smiled at their relaxed state. “I’ll do your hair and make up tonight girls”. Lilia said. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh who wears makeup on holiday?” Carla’s commented was met by two “me?” “Oh. Fine okay, but only something light.” She met the girls half way. After a few hours by the pool, they all went to get ready. Carla came back from Lilias room. “She was acting weird..” she announced as she entered the room. “Michael, are you sure we should be leaving amber and Milo with the group tonight…”

11:26 AM

@Mr Writes

“Weird?” He asked. “Maybe everyone’s tired?” He assured her. “Of course. They seem amazing, very helpful. And then Jamie and Vic are picking them up and having them tonight” he smiled. “Here. A dress for tonight.” He had hung it on the back of the door. @Mrs Writes 💓

At this point, Carla had a suspicion. “This is very fancy…” she said looking at him and the dress. “Where are we going? I thought we were just going to the beach front for dinner?” She asked, seeing if she could sus out anymore. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. “We are”. He said with a calm shrug. “Downstairs it says it’s love night on the resort. They put candles on the beachfront in love hearts and stuff”. He shrugged again. “We’re going to celebrate you and Vic becoming mothers”. He smiled. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Can I wear a different dress?” She questioned him further. But resorted to he was too calm for anything to be happening. However, just incase, she did wear her own dress of choice. Which was a white flowly dress. Pairing it with brown sandals. Getting amber ready to go while Milo watched his iPad.

11:34 AM

@Mr Writes

“I won’t be offended” he laughed as she got dressed. “Perfect” he smiled as she reemerged. “Right you two”. Michael said as a rep from the child team knocked at the door. “Be good” he told Milo. “Ready?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Um…yes.” Carla said taking her bag, texting Victoria as she followed him out the room. Letting him lead the way as they walked hand in hand. @Mr Writes

Everyone else was already at reception as they met them. “Anyone else hungry?” Vic asked. “A day of travelling has starved me” she laughed. “Wow. Stunning”. Lilia said to the group. Everyone knew that after dinner, it was happening. @Mrs Writes 💓

Dinner was lovely. The candles took proper effect as the sun started to set. “I’m just going to check on the kids..” I went to excuse myself from the table after dinner. Matt accidently knocking over lilias water onto her. “Fuck..” she said. Standing up. “I better go change, I’ll check on the kids for you.” Carla smiled “thank you.” Her suspicions were high again. @Mr Writes

The waitress, who knew the plan, topped up everyone’s drinks and dried the table. All across the beach, large lovehearts were being lit in candles. “Why do you do that?” Carla asked her. “It’s lovenight” she smiled and shrugged, lighting one near their table. “Oh my God, photo’s when Lilia gets back”. Vic suggested. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked at Michael. Smiling softly at him. “Love night..” she repeated to him. Seeing if he gave anything else away. “Kids are fine, ambers sleeping and Milo is reading a story with a little girl.” Lilia said as she sat down

11:47 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael shrugged again. “Lovenight”. He was hiding it well, he felt. “He’s got a girlfriend?!” He laughed. “Maybe it is love night?” He asked Carla as the first two couples had photo’s taken. “Quickly you two, the suns nearly gone”. Vic told them. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla leaned against Michael as the other couples got their photo taken. Before allowing him to lead them into the love heart. @Mr Writes

Michael held her hand, the sand crushing against their footsteps. “Quick” Vic laughed. “Ready?” She asked. They both nodded. “One more sorry”. The photographer said. Vic and Lilia seemed to take them on their phones too as Michael dropped to his knees, facing Carla. He kept her hand in his and looked up to her vulnerably. Now he was nervous. “Carla”. He started. “You came into my life in a busy pub and all I saw was you. What followed was unexpected but unchangable. You showed me what a woman in my life could be. You took a gamble and I hope you won, I know I did. You took me into your home and birthed our beautiful daughter. I’ve known since I bundled you into a taxi that I was in trouble with you, but it’s the most amazing trouble I’ve ever been in.” He pulled a box from his pocket and opened it. “Please be my bride”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla took a step back as he dropped to his knee. Her eyes filling with tears already as she covered her mouth. “Michael..” she nodded and gave him her hand. “Yes..of course. Yes” she cried to him. Kissing him passionately as he got to his feet once the ring was placed on her finger. She kissed him over and over for a moment before properly looking at the ring. “I knew when you asked me to wear that dress… oh Michael..” she started to cry again. Hiding her face in his chest. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and beamed, wiping tears from her cheeks before she hid into his chest. He finally felt a tear leave his own cheeks. Cheers filled their private part of the beach from the gang behind them. “Your dress choice was better”. He laughed and reassured her. Vic and Lilia ran into the candlelit heart. “SHOW ME”. Vic yelled. @Mrs Writes 💓

She showed off the ring, still cuddled into Michael. “It’s perfect..” They shared the moment before the gang headed back to the hotel for the kids. Leaving Michael and Carla alone. “You didn’t have to propose you know…” Carla said still smiling at the ring. “Being married is a big thing…” @Mr Writes

They were now alone in the calm breeze. “I wanted to. I want to. I need you as my wife. The wife I want to complete my world”. He smiled. They couldn’t leave eachothers grasps. @Mrs Writes 💓

She leaned up kissing him. Holding his cheeks in her hands as she did. “Mrs Carla Wright” she grinned. “We aren’t rushing the wedding…” she added. Something she was certain about. “I want to enjoy the planning part this time.” Then the panic set in “not that we have to have a wedding, I know we’ve both done that before… I would understand” she rambled until his lips stopped her. @Mr Writes

Michael kissed her as she stopped talking. “I need to see you in a wedding dress”. He whispered playfully. “They’ll be a wedding.” He assured her. “Plan away. The wedding you want, you can have” he smiled. She didn’t know he had money away for a wedding of her dreams. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I just want to enjoy this right now..” she smiled and kissed him once more. “Does Milo know?” She asked. Looking back at the ring. “He will be so excited..” @Mr Writes

“I couldn’t risk him blurting it out. He’ll find out tomorrow at breakfast”. He smiled. “Do you like the ring?” “Let’s take a bottle upstairs” @Mrs Writes 💓

She nodded. Walking back to the hotel with him hand in hand. “I love with ring.” She showed him it on her hand once more. “I really love it.” She carried her hand bag as he carried the bottle. Once they got into their room, the bottle of was barely opened before their lips had found one another. @Mr Writes

They hadn’t turned the lights on to see their surprise. Michael had asked Vic to hang a lingerie set in the wardrobe, but the whole room was covered in candles and rose petals. Their lips separated for a moment, Carla took a swig from the bottle. “Fucking hell” he said noticing the room. “Did you do this?” She asked. Michael shook his head. @Mrs Writes 💓

SPOILER

“You must of done this…” she said pulling him into the room. Noticing the subtle V in rose petals. “It was vic..” Carla pouted. Looking back at Michael. “Check in on the kids please..I need to pee.” She took the lingerie off the hanger, taking it to the toilet with her. Getting changed. As she reappeared slowly into the candle lit room.

12:22 PM

@Mr Writes

Michael returned a few minutes later. Carla stood before him proudly in white. “Fucking wow. My fiancée”. He stared and bit his lower lip. “Speechless” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well don’t just stand there..” she took his hand, leading him to the bed. Sitting him down. Standing between his legs as she places his hands on her. “Touch it..”

12:25 PM

@Mr Writes

He couldn’t hide his erection beneath his shorts as she took control. She was in the mood for it all. His right hand started at her smooth legs before reaching the silk white inviting set. “Did I get the right set too?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You tell me?” She smiled down at him. Allowing his hands to explore and move her where he wanted her to be. “I love you.” She said softly as she sat, between his legs with her back against him, running his hands over her milky breasts. @Mr Writes

“You’re getting no sleep tonight” he whispered, nibbling her ear as he sat behind her, his hands glued to her breasts. They were his for tonight. “I love you Mrs Wright to be” his tone a whisper again. “These breasts. This body. This set”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla hummed softly as he nibbled on her ear, playing with her breasts. Moving her lower body against his growing erection. After a few moments of teasing. She got up, turned, straddled him. Leaning in to whisper “I need you to make love to me tonight…Mr Wright.” She returned the nibbles at his ear. One arm around his shoulder as the other hand wandered down his chest @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lower lip as her tone turned to a whisper as she returned her own nipples against his ear lobe. “I’ve already told you you’re getting no sleep tonight” his voice low and seductive. “I wonder how long we can keep you dressed in the full set” he smirked, biting his lip again as his eyes travelled the view before him as she sat straddling his thighs. Both his hands rested on the straps across her own thighs. The weight against him grounded him in the moment. He was so lucky she’d bumped into him in the cold night pub. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What is on your mind…you have that look.” She smiled at him. Running her hand softly over his cheek as she leaned in and kissed him. Her kisses soft yet filled with passion. The taste of coconut lip gloss transferring to his own lips.

4:55 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael stared at her for a moment. The fact they were newly engaged, that she was before him wearing the most amazing lingerie set and making it her own, but still in the moment enough, both of them to acknowledge thoughts and feelings, said a lot about why they’d been so strong throughout. “I’m so grateful it was you who fell into me at the pub”. He paused. His eye contact so strong that she knew his words were true. “I’ve never looked back since that day. I was hooked”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You have to thank that old man who stumbled.” She smiled and leaned in kissing him again. “You have given me everything I’ve always wanted in life…I’m grateful for you. I knew since sports day that it was you. Since you didn’t get mad that you lost to the new teacher..” she joked with him about loosing. He was a sore loser. “Enough talking..” she laughed against his lips. “Fuck me.” @Mr Writes

“I bought him enough drinks as a thank you that night already”. He laughed and joked, returning her every kiss. “I remember leaving your classroom, telling you not to shower. I wanted your sweaty body back home” he laughed. His laugh ended with a nod. The alarm clock at the side of the bed said 23:28. “You’re not getting any sleep” he smirked. “Let’s see how long this stays on” his smirk continued. He moved the crotch of the silk, white panties over to the left slightly in a stretch. “So wet” he moaned with a bite of his lip at his touch. @Mrs Writes 💓

Her forehead fell to his shoulder, as he felt her wetness. As his moan hit her ear. “Only for daddy” After the events of the night, the memories shared. The build up. Any teasing was sending shocks throughout her. The goosebumps appearing on her arms. @Mr Writes

Her forehead already warm and sticky with anticipation. “Speaking of” he paused, stretching her panties even more. “Are we having another?”. He asked, probably out of the blue. The romance was too much to not pass up the opportunity to bring it up. She’d said no talking, but this was possibly adding to the sexual tension and lust. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Another baby?” She asked, pushing his shirt down over his shoulders as she kissed up them. To his neck. “Why are you asking silly questions..” she whispered in his ear. “You are taking too long.” She moaned getting up. “Strip..” she looked at him as she slipped only the thin silk panties down. Getting on her knees in front of him. “I want to have a million babies with you.. but I don’t want amber to be so close to them..” she said helping him bring his boxers down to his ankles. Wrapping her silk panties around his cock as she smiled up at him. @Mr Writes

Any age gap between Amber & another child didn’t bother Michael, but he respected his fiancée’s opinion. “Whenever you’re ready”. He smirked. “Who knows. Could be an accident again”. He smirked again. Surely engagement pregnancies were just as expected as honeymoon pregnancies. Carla was eager for some sex. All the sex they’d had since she was cleared after birth had been with protection, perhaps she’d missed that personal touch. He caught a very quick glance at her waxed, smooth pussy before she shuffled her position. “They did a good job” he smirked as she stared up at him with her silk panties wrapped round his cock, it felt like a warm blanket. “That’s surprisingly sexy”. He told her. @Mrs Writes 💓

She gave him a look, a look of a teacher silently telling a student off. When mentioned an accident. “Don’t call her that.” She hit his chest. Before moving her hand up and down the length of his pickle. (

) “Let’s just see” she said before slipping her panties down to the base of his cock as she began to lick and tease his tip. @Mr Writes

“Don’t look at me like that. You know I love that” he smirked as she tightened her grip around his pickle, her hand covered by her panties. He panted as her tongue rose. “Fuck. Please don’t do this”. He squirmed and laughed gently. Their teasing foreplay had pushed him to needing her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Do what daddy?” She smirked, licking the sensitive spot of his tip. Before running her tongue down the length of his cock. Sucking one of his balls as her hand moved up and down once more @Mr Writes

Her smirk as she uttered that word that started this off that night in her kitchen. “Thaaattt”. He chuckled and leaned back against the bed frame. “Now who’s taking too long”. He bit his lip. The view he had of her breasts with the cleavage from the lingerie pushing them plump was divine. “If you’re going to do that, at least bring what I want up here”. She knew what he meant. The playful shake of her head told him so. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You have to wait your turn…you were too slow…” she smiled, keeping eye contact as her lips returned to his cock. Working up and down the length of him. One hand playing with his balls as the other ran her dampened panties over his abs. @Mr Writes

“Love making is meant to be slow” he moaned, pulling at her tied bunned hair. Her sloppy lips made too much noise to keep him silent. He couldn’t stop his body from squirming. “Where’s this come from?!” He moaned again, holding her hair tightly. “Have we discovered a new kink?” He bit his lower lip as his other hand held hers over her panties. They were distinctly warm and damp. @Mrs Writes 💓

She didn’t answer through the want of continuing to pleasure him. She worked her lips until the subtle twitch of cock happened, telling Carla it was time for pull away. Stopping him from cumming. Wanting to edge that orgasm on. She laughed delivishly as she pulled away. Her lips cover in Silvia. @Mr Writes

His fiancée knew all the tricks they’d shared the past 18 months and was using them all tonight it seemed. His eyes glued to her as she rose from his waistline. “Kiss me”. He pulled her toward him, her lips glistening with her saliva. “I’m going to marry you” he told her factually. His right hand now gently stroking the strap on her right shoulder, but remember, the set wasn’t going anywhere. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Sorry I’m already engaged” she laughs softly through her smile as she flashes the ring at him as he teases the strap on her shoulder. She leaned in and kissed him again. Slipping her tongue in to have a battle with his as her pressed her body against his. Once their mini makeout had ended, she smiled down at him. “What are you going to do to me daddy…” @Mr Writes

He picked her up by the waist and placed her sat at the tip of the bed, her back against the headboard. He’d not been able to easily throw her around at the back of pregnancy. He missed that. He passed her the bottle of champagne from the bedside table next to them. “Drink” he told her, sliding his body down her silky skin and laced set. “Spread”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Now that we’re engaged…we just drink out the bottle?” She laughed, and took a sip from the bottle. Watching as he slid down her. Spreading her legs like he asked when he asked. Putting the bottle down on the bedside table as her attention went straight to him. @Mr Writes

“I thought you’d drink while I do my job”. He smirked and bit his lower lip and her hand left the bottle of wine to her left. “Show me the ring while I explore”. Three fingers squeezed her wet walls as he moaned the word explore. His tongue licking her right thigh slowly as he stared up at her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Show you the ring?..” she smiled, spreading her legs more as she used her ring finger to massage circles against her clit. Biting her lip as she does so. “Like this daddy?” Her nails were French tip, almond. Moaning softly as she watch him. Keeping that eye contact. @Mr Writes

5:21 AM

Michael tried as hard as he could to fight the battle between eye contact and gazing at her hand. Her beautiful nails, the rock on the end of her finger as it trailed her pussy playfully. His lips and tongue wrapped round her fourth finger and made its way down to the nail tip before diving between her walls. The night was young and they were going at a pace easy to assume that this would go on and on. Her moans filling the silent room, the bubbles from the champagne bottle rising slowly, dancing. They finally had what they needed to ensure they took the next step. @Mrs Writes 💓

Her own finger teased her clit as she felt his tongue work away in her. She reached over for his phone. Taking pictures of him between her legs and the ring on show. “Michael please” she leaned her head back moaning. @Mr Writes

Photo’s were something that they had used throughout their relationship, though saucy ones were becoming more and more regular. More so, they had a shared folder on their phones to save them too. “Make sure that goes where it needs to”. He smirked, slapping her thigh passionately as she moaned. “No begging”. He told her lustfully. She’d took herself off of his twitching cock as his climax became imminent, he still hadn’t decided if she would get the same treatment. @Mrs Writes 💓

She hadn’t had the focus to put the pictures anywhere yet. Throwing his phone away on the bed as she concentrated on the pleasure of his tongue. “Daddy it’s not fair…” she moaned taking her hand away to slow her own orgasm down. “I want daddy..” she gripped his hair. @Mr Writes

Michael refused to remove any of her lingerie but was beginning to want to give in to her desires for good sex. He unhooked the straps from her waist and again, pushed her panties to her thigh again. Rising himself up over her body, he pulled her ankles to his shoulders and tilted her hips up. “My fiancée” he smirked, pushing his tense cock between her soaked walls. Finally, release. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael” she smiled as he pulled her ankles to him and then to his shoulders. “I love you” she broke the rule once more as she gazed up at him. Biting her lip as he pushed his cock inside of her. “Fuck..” she moaned out as she grabbed her own breasts. @Mr Writes

Tonight more than ever before, they’d earned their right to fuck like animals. They’d earned the right to enjoy their foreplay for as long as they wanted and it was beginning to show in the noise being made in the room as Carla held her breasts which began to jiggle. He wasn’t in any way shy or embarrassed that within seconds of good sex and loud moaning, he came, unannounced. Carla knew instantly. He refused to admit that would be it. Carla regained her composure and while panting in appreciation, they both made their way out onto the balcony for fresh air. Michael handed her a can of Fanta from the mini fridge. Michael held her from behind as she stood against the railing of the balcony. His cock sticky but his erection had gone nowhere. “Bend over”. He told her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled as he handed her a Fanta, knowing she was always in need of a sugar rush after the way they fucked. She leaned into him a little as he held her, hearing him tell her to bend over. “Already?” She laughed softly, before pushing her ass against him to move him backs before bending herself over a little. @Mr Writes

“I can’t help it” he whispered at the back of her head. “You. In this”. He panted between sentences, laughing at his own incompetence at speaking properly. “Besides, I can’t make you my fiancée and not have you finish on my first night”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You know that isn’t a hard thing to ask for..” she smiled and held onto the balcony. Knowing they would have to be quiet compared to what they were. Pushing herself against him. “Come on then daddy…let me finish..” @Mr Writes

“you in lingerie?” He asked, confusion etched across his sweaty forehead. “Hard to ask for?” He laughed, lost. Michael looked at her hand gripping the rail. It was such a sexy but small thing to notice. She was ready. She didn’t care about being in eye or earshot of anything, she was a newly engaged woman in love. Her walls felt tight but inviting still. As wet as they were, although, that may be helped by his recent climax too. His hips were slapping romantically against her backside. His view of palm tree’s against the floor below them, the moon lighting them up and her ass jiggling was picture worthy. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Me finishing?” She corrected him. Before she knew it, he was back inside her, where it felt like he belonged. His hips hit off her ass as she bite her lip to stop her moaning loudly. Her knuckles whitening by the moment as her grip got tighter. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed, echoing round the complex against the buildings. He gripped her hair in her ponytail that she’d made when teasing him with her tongue. The palm of his left hand slapped her butt multiple times back to back. They were far from behaving, though they were quieter than they were 10 minutes ago. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Daddy” she moaned a muffled moan as she felt him push himself further in. One hand leaving the rail as it teased her clit. One thing Carla had developed in this relationship was the sense of sexual trust. She trusted Michael fully when it came to them being intimate, relaxing into that trust, helped her cum faster @Mr Writes

“Oh Carla”. He laughed gently against the cooling summer air. “Mummy you naughty girl”. He slapped her butt again as he noticed where her missing hand against her railing was. One of the most obvious progressions that Michael had seen from Carla from the night at the pub to today, was her ability sexually to be herself as the months and year had gone on. The Carla at the start of their affair was a different Carla to now. There was so many different facts to back this up. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael I’m going to cum” she whispered as his hand hit off her backside once more. “No please..” she moaned. Taking her hand away as she needed to hold herself up with both hands @Mr Writes

“My fiancée” he smirked and pulled her hair backward, arching her back as she held firmly against the railing. Her panting continued before she seized her hips. She had climaxed. Her pussy pulsated and the sound of drops hit the patio. “That’s mine too”. He laughed, holding his hips against his waistline. “Just wait”. He came for a second time. @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed softly as he asked her to wait. Once they had both finished, he pulled out and she turned round. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she kissed him. “I am so lucky to be your fiancée” she smiled up at him with those post sex, tired eyes. @Mr Writes

“Don’t look at me with those eyes”. He laughed, holding her at her waistline as he held a love filled kiss. “I’m lucky you’re going to be my bride”. He reminded her. He slid open the balcony door and the aircon turned off. “Come on, quick”. He laughed ushering her inside to close the door for the air con. @Mrs Writes 💓

She laughed as they went inside, going to the bed as they laid in together. Carla the little spoon as she played with his hands. Intertwining her fingers with his. “I love you” she yawned, falling asleep shortly after.

The next morning, she woke up and stared at the ring. Before rolling over to face him. Waking him up with a kiss. @Mr Writes

Michael slept soundly, the last thing they shared was words of love. He woke to her lips against his. “We didn’t brush our teeth last night”. He laughed. She had morning breath, not that it bothered him. “You’re still wearing half of this”. He laughed, pulling at the strap against her waistline. “My bride to be”. He smiled, returning her greeting kiss. @Mrs Writes 💓

She made a face as he mentioned morning breath. “Yours is worse.” She laughed leaning in kissing him. “I keep replaying the night over and over in my head..” she smiled and got up going to their ensuite to brush her teeth. Smiling at the ring in the mirror. “Check your phone… vic sent us pictures of the kids last night.” Carla got back to bed, picking up the menu for room service. “Would you like to share pancakes and the fry up…” she smiled down at him. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled at his phone after being told what would be there. “Oh look. Milo looks so proud too”. He laughed. Michael messaged the group chat, thanking everyone for their help and for being part of their evening”. Vic of course was the first to reply. “Sore this morning?” “Pancakes definitely. Not a fry up.” He couldn’t stomach that. The empty champagne bottle next to her side of the bed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“But I want a square sausage..” she pouted looking at him. “Fine we’ll just share the pancakes with a side of sausage” she picked up the phone and ordered for them. Before laying back down next to him. Under his arms. “Hi..” she laughed softly, kissing him.

10:49 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael kissed her back. There was no excuse for her to ever not be herself with him again. She was marrying him. “Hi”. He laughed back. “How long did they say it would be?” He asked. “Long enough for me to fuck you again before you take this off?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“If you’re quick..” she smiled and leaned in kissing him. Quick he was. Although she was way to exhausted to move when the door did go. Michael got kicked out the bed with a towel to go answer the door. They ate breakfast in bed, talking about last night. How he planned it. “We need to hurry up and go get our kids, mummy’s boobs are sore.-“ she had automatically started talking in her mummy voice when she said the word mummy. “Sorry” she laughed, looking at him. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and smiled, being reminded of their children, who were probably itching to see mummy and daddy. Carla got out of bed and walked round the bed to the bathroom, wearing what was left on her body from her lingerie. “You look good”. He told her as she disappeared, the shower turning on. Michael took her place in the shower as she returned, before opening the wardrobe to decide for swim shorts and a t-shirt for the day. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla slipped on her bikini of the day after she had dried herself. Leaving her hair down and still damp from her shower. It would eventually be tired up as the heat increased throughout the day. Packing a bag for both kids to be safe, and waited on Michael before they both went to the room a few doors down to collect their kids. “Hi my baby!!” Carla smiled, taking amber straight from Victoria as she answered the door. “Where Milo?- Hi buddy!!” She bent down cuddling him in as he ran to her first. A sore groan as she bent down for the first proper time since their antics last night. @Mr Writes

11:15 AM

“You look like a proper dad today”. Carla joked as they left the room. Michael looked at himself in the mirror. True, it wasn’t his usual choice. “Painful?” Victoria laughed playfully. Michael blushed. “Shh” Carla said not entertaining them both. “How’s my boy?” Michael asked as he finally got some attention from Milo, leaving Carla’s grasp. “Did you behave? Did you look after your sister?” He asked. Michael looked up to Vic and Jamie in the door. “All okay?” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was so glad that amber had settled for them. Knowing that Milo wouldn’t have been a problem anyways. “We thought, that maybe we could go out of the hotel today? Maybe to the beach? Or some of the toy shops?” Carla smiled down at Milo. “A Family day? Daddy has something he wants to tell you at Lunch” Carla kept glancing down at Michaels choice of shorts. It was very unlike him. Before they left the hotel, Carla fed and put amber down for her nap in their buggy, making sure she was in the shade. She pushed the buggy with Milo’s help. “What a strong boy we have” she smiled down at him. Not getting annoyed at the fact she was nearly tripping up over him. @Mr Writes

“Toys then the beach?” Michael suggested. “There’s a shack on the beach that does salads, nuggets and stuff”. A very different day to the lavish evening behind them. “You need to wear tracksuits the rest of this trip”. Michael laughed as they walked along the seafront toward the small mall in town. “Too enticing to be away with the kids with only one more night without them”. He laughed. Milo found the dinosaur aisle and soon enough, the pram bottom was full. “No more”. Carla and Michael said simultaneously before walking to the beach. “What’s the secret?” Milo asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

After both parents had stated no more. Milo still picked up a baby sensory book and placed it in. Carla smiled at Michael as he done it. “You raised him so well..” she whispered as they shared this moment together. When walking to the beach, Milo asked what’s the secret. Carla and Michael once again shared that smile and look between each other. “It’s daddy’s secret to share…” @Mr Writes

The look between the two as they walked was a look of love and contentness at their life in this moment. “Daddy loves Carla. Carla loves daddy”. He stopped. Was that too childish? He looked at Carla who was shaking her head in embarrassment. “Daddy asked Carla to marry him. To be his wife”. He smiled. “And she said…” Michael nudged Carla. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Carla said yes. Milo. What daddy is trying to say is..” she smiled down at him, letting Michael push the pram. “Daddy and Carla love you very much, and we both love amber very much. Not that we needed to get married, but we wanted to show everyone how much we love eachother.” Carla explained as she walked hand in hand with Milo. “That means that soon… Carla will be Mrs Wright instead of Mrs Evans.” Carla had to stop herself rolling her eyes as Milo asked “Like my mummy?” “Yup, just like her.” Carla’s tone had changed slightly, only enough for Michael to notice. @Mr Writes

“Nearly”. Michael smirked playfully. Carla swung an arm back his direction to hit him. “We will get married. Isn’t that fun?” Michael beamed. “Are you going to help us plan it and have an important role?” He asked. Milo threw a dinosaur in the air with a cheerful glee. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled at him as he was excited. Their day on the beach was what they both needed to relax while Milo played in the sand next to them. Amber taking turns babbling to each of them. Amber had started to press her cheek next to Michaels when Carla asked who daddy’s girl was. It was the cutest thing. “Awa where’s daddy’s girl?” Carla smiled taking their photo. “Milo, come till I take a photo.” Milo ran over and squeezed his cheek to Michaels other cheek, making Carla laugh as she took the photo. A photo that would be her lockscreen. After their day at the beach, they headed back for dinner with the gang. Milo only lasting half way back before falling asleep mid carry-code @Mr Writes

“I’ll sit tonight out”. Michael smiled meeting the gang back at the hotel lobby. Milo’s shattered, I’ll stay upstairs with him”. He smiled to Carla for a kiss. “Bring me up a plate later”. He begged. “I’ll take yours”. He glanced at Vic. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh baby, no, I’ll come up with you and we can get a takeaway or something.” Carla offered “Carla we need to hear details of last night! Even stay for one drink?” Vic smiled. “Oh thank you, but he’s okay sleeping in his buggy..” Carla looked at Michael to make sure it was really okay if she stayed for a drink with Victoria as he took milo and Amber to their room. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded and smiled, taking a kiss from Carla. “Tell her everything” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled and kissed him back. Having a drink with Victoria and Lilia sharing all the details about the night before and how magical it was. She then filled two plates and took them up to the room. “Dinner” she smiled and sat on the bed next to him with her plate. Handing him his. “Don’t get used to this..” she smiled. Talking softly as Milo was asleep in the bunk bed. @Mr Writes

Their tones a whisper. He shook his head. “It’s our turn to have Vic’s little one tomorrow night anyway.” He reminded her. “Then a group night Wednesday. Our night again Thursday.”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I don’t know if I can wait until Thursday..” she leaned in kissing him before sitting back and eating her dinner. It was just picky bits for the both of them. She leaned her head against the headboard, looking at him as he ate. “I love you. I’m so thankful that you went out that night and that we met.” @Mrs Writes 💓

12:34 PM

@Mr Writes

“I know”. He agreed. “But waiting can be the reward?” He smirked playfully. His smirk changed to a loving smile. He enjoyed hearing her honest words when she shared them. “Best decision”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’ll thank Jamie for winning golf that day in my wedding speech..” she smiled, teasing him about that sore loose at golf that day. “You know it’s me and Frankie’s divorce anniversary Wednesday...” she laughed at the stupid name of it. @Mr Writes

“so the next time we”. He paused. Lowering his voice. “The next time we fuck, it’ll be another year of Evans”. He laughed. “What have you got to wear Thursday?” He smirked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m not telling you.” She replied and smiled. Going to the bathroom to change into her pjs. They had a chilled night in their hotel room. Milo slept the whole night. They took turns entertaining amber before they shared the night feeds. Carla always fed and Michael changed. It was early the next morning when Carla woke to Michael, milo and Amber in the bed. She just smiled and amber sleeping on his chest and milo was sprawled out in between them. @Mr Writes

12:44 PM

The next day went quickly. Carla and Michael successfully babysat each of them in the evening and Carla and Michael playfully assumed they’d be doing exactly what they’d done on their night. “Imagine if they conceived here, and we got engaged”. Michael put the idea out there. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla made a face when he mentioned vic conceiving. Giving it away that she already had. That every drink she had was a non alcoholic cocktail. That Carla was the only one who knew apart from Jamie. “Shhh, you can’t know yet!” “Don’t you think 4 months is a little too soon..” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed so loudly. He was shocked. “Oh my GOD!” He paused. He shook his head. “I’d have another one with you”. He smiled lovingly. “We’re one away from a perfect family”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Two..” she corrected him. “Two away..” she smiled looking at him. “If god lets us..” Carla had always wanted a bigger family. “Also, we already have the most perfect family.” @Mr Writes

Michael wasn’t denying that’s what they had right now wasn’t already perfect. They both knew more children was something they both wanted to add. It wasn’t even that they ever disagreed on the number of children they wanted together. Carla has always been open and honest from very early on that she wanted three of her own. She’d even quietly said to Michael while in labour. “I’ve got to do this another two times”. “Two more”. He nodded with an agreeing smile. Michael had plans and a vision of his own. He wanted them to move. A bigger house of course. 5 bedrooms. A large garden. He always felt the family home missed a dog. “I can’t believe she’s pregnant.” He said again. They had Milo and Amber under control, Vic’s baby too. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well they only have a baby, so they returned to being wild as soon as she was cleared. It’s easier to still be active when it’s only a baby. We have milo..” “Don’t you think that a 13 month gap between the kids is a just a bit too short??” She asked. “I can see us having atleast 18 months…”

9:45 PM

@Mr Writes

“Lucky Jamie”. Michael smirked, of course jokingly. “Important to remember we share Milo with his mother”. He said in a reminding way. He pondered his reply. “It depends on the woman and the relationship situation, no?” He suggested. “I’d have a child with you whenever you told me you were ready”. He explained. “If someone’s trying or not actively trying not to fall pregnant, then, I guess it makes sense”. He explained again. “We’ll wait until you tell me”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We aren’t exactly preventing it just now either..” Carla commented as she moved to snuggled into his side. Her head on his chest. “I guess if it happens…it will happen.” @Mr Writes

Michael sat still and quietly for a brief moment of seconds only before nodding in agreement. “That’s what I’ve been suggesting”. He laughed. He left his arm round her, supporting her weight as she leaned against him in the quiet room. “This is easy”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“That’s because they’re asleep” she laughed and smiled up at him. Although he was right, it was an easy night. Both babies were content and Milo slept the whole night. “Whats today’s plans?” Victoria asked as she arrived at breakfast @Mr Writes

Michael smiled as Victoria and Jamie arrived at the breakfast table. Michael handed Jamie his sleeping son and smiled broadly at them both. He knew their secret but didn’t give anything away. He wasn’t going to spoil it for them. “Sore?” Carla joked as Vic sat down. The same joke Vic had played 3 nights ago. Milo wasn’t booked into kids club today. He was staying with Lilia tonight, Amber, who was currently being fed by Carla, was going to Vic and Jamie tonight. “Shall we visit the castle this morning before it gets too hot?” Michael suggested. “Then an afternoon enjoying the sun and the pool before we all solit up tonight”. Milo was sat on Lilia’s lap, with his colouring book on the table. “My boyfriend won’t be down for breakfast”. She said. boyfriend. @Mrs Writes 💓

Victoria and Carla just smiled between them at the mention of Matt being her boyfriend. Milo innocently commented “I’m right here” as he coloured in a page full of love hearts for her. Milo was becoming obsessed with Lilia. “I’m no longer the favourite” Carla looked at Michael. “Mummy Carla, can you write Lilia for me like in school so I can copy it?” Milo asks moving to Carla’s lap. Carla went right into teaching mode, using a yellow crayon to write out Lilia and then sounding out the letters for him too. @Mr Writes

The breakfast laughed as Milo suggested he was Lilia’s boyfriend. “You can get rid of the word Carla after mummy when you talk y’know bud”. Michael told him as he quickly learned how to pronounce Lilia’s name. “You gonna behave for me tonight?” She asked him. “She’ll kiss you if you do”. Michael told him. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla hit Michael playfully “don’t encourage that” “I’m always a good boy. I can get myself ready for bed, are I can brush my own teeth. Will you read me a story like mummy Carla does or like daddy does? He’s not very good…” Milo said crawling back to Lilia lap and giving her the picture. @Mr Writes

Michael and Carla laughed and looked at eachother proudly as Milo made his way back to Lilia and confidently continuing a simple conversation with her. Lilia nodded and wore a content smile. “Absolutely. I’ll be better than daddy at stories”. He told him proudly. “We’ll have a late night”. She whispered into his ear. @Mrs Writes 💓

While they were all eating, Carla sat back in her chair. Covering herself as she fed Amber. Smiling at Michael as he ate and took part in the conversation. She was madly in love with him. Milo then pointed to the cover over Carla. “That’s my baby under there. She gets special milk from Carla who is her mummy. Carla is my mummy too but she didn’t have me in her tummy so that’s why she’s mummy Carla.” Milo explained to Lilia as he ate his breakfast. “Mummy Carla used to be my teacher.” “Oh Milo..” Carla whispered, getting embarrassed a little even though everyone here knew their story.

10:42 PM

@Mr Writes

“Anything else Detective?” Michael asked. Laughter across the table between full mouths. “Shall we leave in an hour?” Vic suggested. “I’ll go and wake my other boyfriend up”. Lilia joked pushing her chair out and putting Milo on his feet. “Don’t forget your hat”. She told him. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Where’s my hat!” Milo panicked looking at Michael. “Milo, it’s underneath ambers buggy..” Carla commented. “Finish your breakfast first.” Carla finished feeding amber before finishing her breakfast. Amber was getting more alert each day. Starting to play around with the sounds. Babbling and screaming. Milo got his hat, cuddling into his dad’s side as they waited on Lilia and Matt. @Mr Writes

Michael and Carla sat alone waiting for Vic and Jamie to get back from their room and waiting for Lilia to get back with Matt. “We gonna pass these two on as soon as we get back, or just for the evening?” Michael asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Erm…probably feed them then give them over?” Carla suggested. Knowing how sore she would be if they didn’t, or how she would have to pump infront of Michael which she didn’t find sexy. “Where is this castle? What castle is it?” Carla asked. @Mr Writes

Carla and Michael enjoyed their last night alone, but they didn’t have sex. The ability to enjoy an evening together, child free, took over them. They slept, much longer than they anticipated. That helped them on the flight home. Amber did nothing but scream the whole 5 hours flying. The next day Amanda was due to pick Milo up for a week back with mum before school reopened after summer. Michael took Amber to an appointment, leaving Carla at home to deal with Amanda and Milo. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla and Milo were packing up all the stuff he bought while on holiday. some of the toys he wanted to keep at his dad’s house and others he wanted to take to show his mother. Carla encouraged Milo to pick out a souvenir for his mum while they were on holiday. Which she had carefully wrapped for him. Milo was excited to see his mum, running into her arms as she got out the car. It was the only time Carla could stand Michael’s ex wife. “mummy Carla and daddy are getting married!” Milo told his mother excitedly. “I heard…I would say Congratulations.. but Michael isn’t divorced yet so..” Amanda smirked. “And I don’t think he will be for a while…there’s still time for us to be a family again.” She said putting Milo in his seat. Before she waved by at Carla. Carla could remain calm and composed in front of Milo. However once she was behind closed doors, the words from Amanda crept in. Trying to distract herself, she got on with the holiday washing until Michael came home with amber. “Why did you propose to me?” Carla greeted him at the door, with folded arms. Clearly not happy. @Mr Writes

Michael tried to call Carla from the car on his drive home. There was no answer. He walked himself up the driveway carrying Amber expecting a warm welcome after the perfect week that they’d had. Carla stood before him cold and stern. He’d never seen her like this. He knew what her unimpressed teacher pose was. “Why did I propose to you?” He asked, attempting to walk into the house but she stopped him. She was being serious. “Because I love you and want to spend my life with you?” He asked, sure that was obvious. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You aren’t divorced. You told me you were divorced.” She shook her head and went inside. “I know I said that you having a wife didn’t bother me that first night, because you made the first move so I knew there was a story. But it fricking bugs me now that you’re still married but wanting to marry me.” She folded the clothes with a bit of anger behind them. It was either anger or tears. She was on the verge of tears. “Don’t. Michael. Just don’t. Amanda explained it for you. She clearly thinks there’s a chance for you and her again…” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as Carla finished her last sentence. “Over my dead body is there a chance of that”. He laughed again. Even the suggestion of it was ridiculous. “What did she say?” He was rising to Carla’s own frustration and anger. “How am I still possibly married to her?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Clearly you can’t keep track of your wives. Maybe there’s more than just her.” Carla muttered, finishing folding the clothes. “Milo was so excited as well. You can be the one to tell him we aren’t getting married.” She looked at him. “Not until you are divorced. I’m not going through another divorce. So you have to really really think if this is what you want or not.” She took amber and went upstairs. @Mr Writes

Michael didn’t even get to start a response before Carla’s back turned to him and she marched herself upstairs. He looked at the time. 2pm. He slipped his walking shoes on and headed out toward the canal. The house was silent and after a relaxing week away, he wasn’t about to sit in a stressful environment. There was clearly a mistake, an error somewhere. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla put amber down for her afternoon nap, before organising Their room which was a state after the four of them just crashed last night after their flight. The silence of the house didn’t go unnoticed. It’s how it used to be. Carla alone in this house. The difference being the baby equipment and toys everywhere. She texted Victoria “I fucked up.” @Mr Writes

Victoria was in the coffee shop round the corner from Carla and Michael’s house. “5 minutes”. She replied to Carla, letting herself in without the baby with her, just two takeaway cups of coffee. “What’s up?” She asked as she walked in, seeing Carla in the kitchen pacing. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I snapped at him. I didn’t give him a chance to even explain. I hate that woman, she knows how to get under my skin.” She spilled at Victoria. Her and Vic spoke about it all. She calmed Carla down and was gone before Michael came home. @Mr Writes

Michael walked back through his door, the house still silent just as it was when he left after watching Carla disappear upstairs. “Alright”. He said out of character for a greeting as he closed the door. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m sorry.” Carla breathed out. Fighting the tears she had been fighting all afternoon. “I shouldn’t have snapped, I should have gave you the time to responded and defend yourself” she leaned against the door the kitchen as she spoke. “I don’t know why she gets under my skin, but she does. I can work on that. I promise to work on that.” She stood up from the lean she had on the wall. “I’m sorry.” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. He had felt attacked earlier in the day. “I called the office, the divorce office while I was out”. He told her. “She’s right. We’re still married. There’s something I haven’t signed. I’ve never signed it and she’s never mentioned it. I just missed it, didn’t see it”. He seemed sincere and disappointed. “So, I’ve signed it half an hour ago.”. He laughed. “So, tomorrow morning at 9am…” he smiled gently for the first time. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla just began to cry as he smiled. “I’m so sorry. I understand if you wanted to rethink the proposal…us. After I behaved like that. I shouldn’t have acted like that.” @Mr Writes

“Oh shut up being so silly”. He laughed and offered her a hug. “You don’t have to wear the ring until 9am tomorrow if you don’t want to”. He laughed again. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I haven’t taken it off” she mumble against him as she hugged into him. “You forgive me?..” she looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Like you still love me?..”

4:57 AM

@Mr Writes

“I promise”. He kissed her forehead. He couldn’t stay mad or disappointed at those puppy dog eyes. She knew how to win him over. “I admit my error of mistake, but I’ve fixed it”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Amanda still thinks there’s a chance of you three being a family..” Carla almost repeated her words to him. “Well there’s the ring door bell. You could watch it if you really wanted to.” She hugged him tighter, resting her head against his chest. Hoping that he wouldn’t watch it, you could see the hurt in Carla’s eyes as Amanda’s words hit her. “How did..the appointment go?” She asked “see I’m a terrible mother and wife. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider the wife part?” @Mr Writes

“The quicker you’re my wife, the better”. He assured her playfully. He wouldn’t watch their interaction. He didn’t need to. He didn’t want to. “She’s fine”. He nodded referring to their sleeping daughter upstairs. “Happy with her progress. Obviously she said it was 3 weeks before it should have been for a 6 month check up but, they said not to worry”. He explained. @Mrs Writes 💓

“They are the ones who scheduled it” Carla rolled her eyes at their healthcare system. “Dinner on me tonight? As a sorry?..” Carla smiled up at him. “Even though I’ve been craving your chicken, pea risotto thingy you make.” She grinned @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head. “I’ll cook that for you”. He assured her. Amber had her evening feed and fell back to sleep with a full belly and back on UK time just in time for the two of them to sit down for dinner, which didn’t disappoint as Carla left an empty bowl. “Craving eh”. He laughed, picking it up off the table and putting it in the dishwasher”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m not pregnant.” She smiled at him, admitting “I checked this morning..” “Just sometimes I miss the beginning of us…it basically all started with that risotto. Since it’s all you know how to make.” She teased him. Having a glass of wine as there was enough milk pumped for the night feed and her morning bottle. @Mr Writes

“Maybe next month”. He smirked. He was more interested in a pregnancy already than she was, that much was obvious. Michael topped up her wine glass while it was only half empty. “Drink up”. He told her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Are you trying to get me drunk?..” she questioned. “Just to get me pregnant..” she smiled. Moving from the dinning room to the Living room. Which was still covered in Milo’s toys even though he wasn’t here. Leaning her head on her arm smiling at Michael. “I know I said I missed the old us. The us when it was just me and you. But I wouldn’t change this is for anything.” @Mr Writes

“Surely I don’t need alcohol for that”. He laughed. In truth he was just enjoying an evening together without a toddler running round asking for attention every 5 minutes. Michael nodded as he slumped into their sofa, the candles filling the room with their soft smell of calm. “There’s nothing I want differently”. He agreed with a shrug. “What is there realistically to change?!” @Mrs Writes 💓

“The whole house..” she commented as the walked her fingers up his chest, over his T-shirt. “One that’s both ours from the start?” Carla moved to straddle him on the couch. Similar to the first night they spent together here. Smiling down at him as she leaned in kissing him, softly, softly yet filled with passion. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded, helping her straddle him and kiss him softly, sensually. His mind flashed back to the first time he stepped foot in this house, a slightly dizzy head from alcohol and the woman who bumped into him. “It’s funny you mention a house of our own…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Mhm, really?” She asked as her kisses trailed to his jaw to his ear. “Why is it funny?” She whispered before nibbling on his ear, subtly rolling her hips against him. @Mr Writes

It was a strange conversation to have while her expert hips rolled against him in a way he knew all too well he could never resist. Their kisses continued as Michael continued, his hands held her waistline. “The day after I proposed, we laid on the sunloungers in the afternoon”. He admitted. “We both want more children, I want a dog”. He explained. “I see us in a big, four bed countryside house, large garden…” he couldn’t hide his pride in his vision. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Only four bedrooms?” She questioned as her lips stopped and she looked at him a bit confused. However her hips still subtly moved against him. “Why move from a four bed to a four bed?” She asked. “You’ve never saw the forth bedroom in here because it’s my Monica closet and you never will” @Mr Writes

“I didn’t know we were able to print money to buy a five bedroom house”. He said sarcastically and humorously. @Mrs Writes 💓

“But we would have the money from this house to put towards it..” she said, shaking her head at his sarcastic comment. “Since this house was…a gift.” She shrugged. “Mortgage free” she kissed him. “Can I continue trying to fuck you now?” She asked, hopeful that his next question wasn’t about the whole this house being a gift. @Mr Writes

“I don’t think either of us deserve good sex tonight after today, do you?” He said playfully. The tease had never left them, before, during or after pregnancy. “I’m still married after all”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“So it’s my last night for great sex before you become boring single sex..” she smirked as she leaned down and kissed him. “We have too much old people sex nowadays… I need this passion filled. Quickie on the couch.” She smiled at him. Standing up as she slipped down her shorts. Leaning over as she undone the tie on his shorts. “Please”

5:36 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael grinned and stared at her. He agreed, though he didn’t say so, that sometimes their spontaneous side lacked. The spontaneous fucking had possibly stopped. It was more planned nowadays. Her oversized tee rested against her thighs as both of their shorts hit the living room floor, adding to the mess. “Can I prove to you tomorrow that sex when I’m divorced won’t be boring?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You can try..” she smiled as she got back to straddling him. “I just need you tonight” She smiled and leaned down kissing him. Her lips not leaving his as her wetness moved against his growing cock. @Mr Writes

“No. I will”. He said in a promise. An assured tone which told her exactly what he felt. “I swear”. He smirked between her kisses of lust. “I swear just that will make me cum one day”. He laughed. She knew he meant her grinding her wet pussy against his cock was enough. It’s easy for couples who are consistently sexually active to know just what to give the other. Michael had learned that Carla wanted some spontaneity. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Stop talking..” she bit at his bottom lip as she slipped her hand down. Guiding him into her. Biting her own lip as she finally got him in. Wasn’t easy when she couldn’t see. She hadn’t ridden him like this in awhile. Especially since this was the go to position when the bump was at its biggest. Although both their tops remained on which was new entirely @Mr Writes

“You should be a pro at this now”. Michael smirked before she shushed him silent. She made the rules tonight. Tomorrow, would be his turn. She wanted spontaneous times, love, lust and passion. The next 24 hours would be a surprise to her. “Don’t you fucking dare stand up”. He warned her, his hands rose up her t-shirt and grabbed her breasts, hidden for once under clothing. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Stop talking during sex. We aren’t old!” She laughed, covering his mouth with her hand as she moved herself up and down the length of his cock. . Her other hand on his shoulder to help her bounce almost. This was the first time they had properly had eye contact from start to finish. Allowing him to see every facial expression. @Mr Writes

Carla had always had an approach to stop talking during sex. It was something they did so often and openly. Sometimes it was relevant, others, of course less so. Carla’s face told a story of passionate lust. It was clear she wanted the spontaneous moment. She started it and was well in control. For once, Michael stayed silent. Staring at her. Her face was like a play in itself tonight. @Mrs Writes 💓

She couldn’t hide the pleasure in her face at times. As she moved her hand to his shoulder so that both of them were there. She squeezed at his shoulders as she moved. “Fuck…Michael..” she moaned out before biting her lip. @Mr Writes

“Stop fucking talking”. He teased her at the end of her pleasure filled moan as her front teeth exposed through her lips. She was going to regret this tomorrow night. He knew exactly what to do for his woman. She’d been reminiscing on the past all evening. Tomorrow, he’d bring the past to the present. His hands continued to explore her breasts as she rested both palms against her shoulders. She started to do the one thing he knew she adored, and the one thing she knew he couldn’t stop. She lowered herself fully against him, raising herself to the tip of his cock, utilising his full length. Kryptonite. @Mrs Writes 💓

Her bitten lip slowly turned to a mischievous grin as she moved her hips to his tip. Before tilting her head, a finger pulling at his lip as she dropped herself down to his balls once more. That smirk growing more. She knew what she was doing. Her messy bun eventually falling out of the bun and flowing down her shoulders @Mr Writes

That mischievous grin had caused so much trouble over the last 17 months. Michael stared up at her and shook his head in an unimpressed teacher type of way, though of course, there was nothing unimpressive about what Carla was doing. Carla’s hair seemed to fall into her shoulders in slow motion. Michael was in the cinema, watching a movie at this point. An actress at work. “You really are terribly naughty”. He broke her rule of silence. Her strain of pleasure etched against her across her forehead. She was going to make him climax with this exploration of his whole length, and judging by the way she was failing to hide her own pleasure, she too may hit her own simultaneously. @Mrs Writes 💓

Those words terribly naughty made Carla’s mischievous grin turn into a little laugh as she looked down at him. “Only way to cure a naughty girl..” she smirked once more and pressed her forehead against his before she sat herself down on his cock once more. With a moan and a grip to the back of his hair. “You gotta cum inside me” @Mr Writes

“I know more than one way to cure a naughty girl”. A smirk grew across his cheeks as her laughter filled the silent house. She normally didn’t mind this sort of chatter during sex. Michael hadn’t ever needed an invitation before to climax between her inviting walls. “You there too?” @Mrs Writes 💓

She continued her pace of bouncing on him. Nodding down at him as he asked if she was there. She knew her body well enough to know that once he started to orgasm and moan into her ear. She would cave and cum too. “I need you Michael” she moaned @Mr Writes

Rarely did Michael and Carla have sex to just one position. Carla knew Michael’s weaknesses. Doggy and cowgirl. Knowledge of his woman told him that no sooner would his warm cum fill her, he’d feel the drip of hers against his thigh. Michael leaned her down toward him and nibbled her ear. “Now”. He whispered, a moan filling the living room. @Mrs Writes 💓

Michaels moans were enough to push her, but his climax was the icing on the cake for her. Firmly pushing herself down on him as she moaned. The grip on his shoulder and the back of his hair, tightened. “Fuck” she moaned into him

12:10 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael pushed himself against her tightly for a moment, slowly grinding against her as their cum crashed against eachothers. “Just stay for a moment”. He smirked. Drops heard hitting the laminate floor. “I’ll mop, just wait”. It was too soon for Carla, but Michael didn’t care when their family grew again. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had used her energy, from the exhaustion of being annoyed, being awake more than she slept nowadays. “Okay..” she released her grip as she placed her head on Michael’s shoulder. Yawning a little. Carla wasn’t thinking about the possibility of another child yet as she stayed connected to him. “I shouldn’t have drank that wine..” she yawned again. Michael was ultimately her safe space, she fell asleep on him. Connected to him. @Mr Writes

Monday morning came and went in a flash with no Milo to keep them busy with the school run, Carla remained of course Amber’s reliant on maternity leave as Michael went back to work after his annual leave. He was late getting home from work after doing the food shop on his way home. When he finally got home and unloaded the car, he walked in through the back door as Carla was on the phone to Vic. “I’ll let him know, he’s just walked in the door now”. Carla nodded to get his attention. “Vic says Jamie wants to play golf tomorrow afternoon”. “YES!” Michael said he excitedly. “2pm”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla relaid the message back to Victoria on the phone before saying their goodbye. Carla gave him a soft smile as she helped him put away the shopping. Amber started to cry through the monitor. Carla stood and looked at it for a moment. Before her shoulders dropped and without a word she went to get her. Brining her down, “Can you take a shift? I know you’ve just finished work, but she hasn’t settled all day and I…I can’t handle it anymore.” She gave amber to Michael. Taking over putting the shopping away. (edited)

3:24 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael took his daughter from Carla’s arms and gave her attention after being at work all day. “Stop it. Leave it”. Michael moved Carla’s hand out of the shopping bags. “I’ll do it in a minute”. He told her. “Upstairs. Lie down? Bath? Read?” He suggested options to relax. “You don’t mind me going to golf?” He asked for assurance. “Don’t forget Thursday night. Trick or treating with Milo. Sunday for fireworks too”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla finished the bag she was doing before leaving the rest for Michael. Pouring herself a drink of juice as he asked about golf. “I don’t mind…am I a little jealous you have a life outside this house. Right now, yes. But I don’t mind.” She smiled, kisses his cheek before going upstairs. “I’m not coming to fireworks!” She shouted down. She ran herself a bath. Even done a facemask. Although she could hear how upset amber was. She must be coming down with something with how unsettled she was away from Carla. @Mr Writes

“You’re not going to fireworks because…” he called up the stairs as the bath water turned off. Maybe michael had forgotten a reason why Carla wasn’t going. Michael had tidied the kitchen and put it all away. Amber would settle for 5 minutes, then have 10 minutes of unsettled crying. Continuously. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No reason..” Carla muttered. She had a quick bath, before getting out and taking off her face mask. She came downstairs and took amber to see if a feed would once again settle her. “This has been my whole day today. She has barely slept..won’t settle for anyone. I’m scared of the fireworks. I’m exhausted.” Carla spilled every bit of information to him. “Frankie’s turning 30, so he’s having a big ball thing. We’re all invited..” @Mr Writes

“You’re scared of fireworks?” He looked at her quizingly. His tone of voice unjudgemental. “When’s his party? Fireworks night?” He asked, lost on dates. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Always have been..” she said and avoided eye contact. “Next Saturday, he said you’re off? He checked the schedule..” She looked up at him. “I’ll come to the fireworks - if you hold amber. I don’t want her sensing the fear from me.” @Mr Writes

“We can go, if you want to go?” He revisited Frankie’s party invitation. “Sure that’s something you want to go to? Ready to be that person?” He asked supportively. “We don’t have to go to the fireworks”. He smiled. “We can stay here with the kids. Have sparklers in the garden. Have fireworks when they’ve gone to bed”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla’s mind was still partially baby brain, especially after the day she had. “Fireworks when they’ve gone to bed?” She looked at him confused. It then clicked “oh.. sorry I promise I’m not always this stupid…” she laughed. “It’s more are you ready to see that person? It’s in my old house, my old lifestyle - that Amanda is roleplaying in.” The bitterness about Amanda could be heard in her tone of voice. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed as Carla’s brain returned back to the room. “He nodded and a smirk grew across his cheeks as she explained revisiting her old marital home. Where Michael’s ex wife now called home in a strange universe. “I’m sure we can make it”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You have to remember that I have changed, I am not the woman- Amanda is now pretending to be. I had way more class..” Carla stopped realising how snotty that sounded “I promise I left the snobby Carla in that house. A house which by the way, he told me he had sold and gave me a check for half of it.” @Mr Writes

“You don’t need to explain anything to me”. He paused and held her hand across the couch. “You’re my future bride. Remember that” he pulled her hand to snap herself into her reality.

Carla’s period arrived that night. Which explained her frustrations the days leading up to it. Michael picked Milo up from school Thursday evening ready for trick or treating. Milo was staying with them until being taken to school Monday morning for Amanda to pick him back up Monday afternoon. That week would begin the build up to Frankie’s party. It was nice to have plans to look forward to Milo went crashing into the living room through the front door, dropping his school bag to the floor. “Where is she”. He shouted. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was changing amber into her Halloween costume upstairs. She could hear him shouting. “Where is who?” She asked as she brought amber down in a tinker bell dress. Milo was going as Peter Pan. @Mr Writes

“Not you”. Milo said cheekily laughing as he finally saw Carla arrived downstairs with Amber. “You two not dressing up?” He looked up at the both of them. Michael put his coat on ready to go out. “We’re here to make sure you get sweets, not dress up”. He explained. “Pizza’s and hot chocolate when we get home”. He told to an already buzzing Milo without the oncoming sugar. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh wait-“ Carla said and went to her bag. Taking out ghostly bobble headbands. Putting one on Micheal, as she put one on herself. Carla took lots of photos of Milo and Amber in their joint costumes before she put amber in her pram suit and into the pram. Carla went to the kitchen and popped two paracetamol before getting her own jacket. “Hurry up Mummy!” Milo shouted.

12:42 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael stared playfully, unamused at Carla as she placed his headband behind his ears. He shook his head unimpressed. Mummy. Milo said. Carla and Michael stopped and stared at eachother. There was no mummy Carla. Just Mummy @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla pouted and tried not to cry. “Ok okay, let’s go.” She said and pushed the pram out of the house. Allowing Michael for lock up after them. They had left chocolate and candy by the door for other trick or treaters. This was Carla’s first time trick or treating. She basked in the first time memories. Memories she was going to have forever.

12:54 AM

@Mr Writes

Both Michael and Carla took turns in taking Milo to front doors. Ensuring he didn’t approach houses without pumpkins or decorations out. “Hold my hand”. Milo asked Carla as they approached a large house with lots of big decorations. Michael walked behind with the pram. His fiancee holding the hand of a son who wasn’t hers made him warmer than his coat could. Milo was brave leaving the decorations that moved and talked. Reaching the pavement with Michael again. He asked to walk to the neighbours house on his own. Carla looked to Michael for approval. “He’s your son too”. He smiled to her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla nodded and gave Milo permission. She knew he wouldn’t go too far in front of them. Carla linked her arm around Michael’s as she walked with him. “This is all I’ve ever dreamed of” she admitted, her breath clear in the night as it was cold. “I have you to thank for all of this..” @Mr Writes

Michael smiled. Listening and looking across to her as her arm linked his. “Thank me?” He asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You gave me my children, didn’t you” she smiled at him. And leaned in kissing him as Milo was trick or treating independently. “Our own little fairytale..” she leaned her head on his shoulder as she watched Milo @Mr Writes

“I believe so”. He laughed, returning her kiss and standing still as they watched Milo approach a door. “Just ring the doorbell once please”. Michael shouted. “It’s just the start”. He smiled. Carla’s head against his shoulder. Her headband springs hitting him in the forehead. @Mrs Writes 💓

“ oh my headband..” she laughed and moved her head. “Where is your headband Michael wright!” She noticed he wasnt wearing it. Just then a firework went off, Carla hid herself into him. @Mr Writes

Carla noticed his head back sticking out of his coat pocket as she hid herself against him, looking down to the ground. She pulled it out of his pocket once the colours of the fireworks had disappeared. “On”. She told him. “Fucking early fireworks eh”. He said, reluctantly taking his headband. “What about my street cred?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Street cred?” She looked at him and took over pushing the pram. “One of two things, one - I think you are too old now. Two- you ran outside yesterday morning in boxers with more holes than I’ve ever seen go put the bins out!” She laughed as they made their way back home. Milo was excited to see everything he had gotten. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at her attacking his street cred. “Wasn’t I the DILF that you secured?” He reminded her as Michael walked solo ahead of them. They needed to limit his sugar until bedtime. “It’s a pity you’re on your period. You could have worn this tonight”. He laughed, flicking her springs of her headband. “Wait at the door please”. Michael told Milo as they walked the path back. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Excatly, DILF is what you become once you loose street cred and get parental cred. I binned those boxers by the way…” she admitted and smiled at him. Laughing as he mentioned wearing the Halloween head band while having sex. “Don’t worry love…I have Christmas ones too..” she shrugged. She was a teacher after all. @Mr Writes

“You really are my fiancé now”. He laughed as she admitted to throwing away his boxers. Michael smirked as Carla informed him of her Christmas version. “Ho ho ho”. He laughed as he unlocked the front door and Milo went bursting in again. “ONE!” Michael told him. “One now. One after your pizza. One after your bath”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She muttered “I am your hoe hoe hoe” she then looked at him as he said one after the bath. “A sweetie after the bath?” She questioned him. “Really, that late?” She took amber out of the pram. She had woken up but was content. Thankfully after her own few days of being unsettled. “And no sweets for Amber” she spoke in a baby voice. “Noo I got sweeties for her too!” Milo said, going to his school bag. “Oh buddy, that’s so kind of you but amber is too- little…” Carla looked back at Michael when Milo took out baby wafers and melts from his school bag. Amber was still a little bit young for them but the thought made Carla tear up. “Who helped you get these Milo?” “Uncle Frankie” Milo said and went to the living room to dump out all his sweeties. @Mr Writes

Michael looked back at Carla at the door as she called herself his hoe. “You will be”. He said firmly before hearing her question his decision for a sweet after a bath. “Mummy says no sweetie after the bath Milo”. He told him. His firm and authroritive tone continued. It was important that they both parented together. He respected Carla’s opinion for nothing after a bath. “Uncle Frankie’s being so nice isn’t he”. Michael said to Milo. But also, to Carla too. He was. He was supportive of Milo. Supportive of Carla and Michael. Inviting them to his party. “No crying”. He told Carla playfully as he turned the oven on. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh- I.” She gave him that look when he blamed her for the no sweets after bath. “How rude.” She muttered and sat with Milo. Amber sitting in the basket of Carla’s legs. They sorted out the sweets and chocolates together. “No lolly pops. Milo I said no. Put it in the bag please.” Milo turned and ran to the kitchen. “Daddy can I have Lollipops? Mum lets me have them but mummy said no.” @Mr Writes

Michael could hear Carla and Milo sorting. He could hear Carla telling him he couldn’t have any. “What do you think? Can you have lollipops?” Michael asked. Milo nodded his head and Michael titled his head and raised his eyebrows. He shook his head. “That’s right”. Michael confirmed. “No lollipops”. He confirmed. A team worked stronger together. @Mrs Writes 💓

Milo came back and pouted putting the lollipop away. “Thank you. Once you are older you can have one okay?” Milo choose a bag of haribos to have first. Carla brining the rest of his sweeties for the kitchen. Sweeties in one hand and Amber facing outwards on the other. Amber giggled and gurgled hearing Michael. “Thank you for backing me up..” Carla smiled and then smiled down at Amber who was now kicking her legs and squealing excitedly. “Should we let her have a melt? Even a little bit of one?” @Mr Writes

“Always”. He smiled, offering her his lips to kiss. “Team”. He laughed. Michael tickled Amber’s belly after putting the pizza in the oven and making everyone a hot chocolate. “Break off a small piece?” He suggested. @Mrs Writes 💓

“A small piece..” she repeated and gave him amber while she opened the packet. “It melts anyways..” she was more reassuring herself. Breaking off a small piece, she gave it to amber who instinctively put it to her mouth. Smacking her lips together. “Look at her” Carla’s excitement and love was enough to tell anyone how long she had waited for moments like these. “She’s getting so big..” she pouted. The thought of another one crossing her mind. @Mr Writes

Michael noticed how Carla calmed as Amber chewed and swallowed her piece. Carla showing excitement and contentment before his eyes. The twinkle in her eyes as she gazed at her daughter in Michael’s arms. “I know that look”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Stop..” she whispered as he realised the look. “It’s too soon…I wanted to flipping run away yesterday. It’s just the hormones..” “What’s hormones?” Milo asked and sat at the table. “Oh that’s a daddy conversation” Carla paused for a moment, knowing that he wasn’t the best at describing to a child sometimes. “Nope definitely a daddy moment…” she left the room, and let him have his teaching moment with both of his children. Carla answered the door to the last trick or treaters before dinner was ready. @Mr Writes

“Stopping”. He whispered back. Michael stared at Carla. She wore a cheeky and playful grin as she suggested Michael do the explaining to Milo’s curiosity. “Bitch”. Michael mimed laughing as Carla turned away to get the door one last time. “Hormones are what a girl has when she’s tired”. Michael wore a grin. Waiting for Carla to shoot daggers at him. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla just shook her head “that’s going to bite you in the bum” she whispered and moved him over so she could take the pizza out now that his hands were full. Dinner was nice. Milo chatted the whole time about his day. Bath time was quick. Amber didn’t have one tonight due to having one earlier in the day. Milo wanted amber cuddles in bed with a story. Since Michael done bath, Carla done bed. Managing to get both kids asleep by 9pm. Coming downstairs in her Christmas pjs and cuddles Michael on the couch. “Both asleep. My backs breaking.” @Mr Writes

Michael opened his arms as Carla’s soft footsteps came down the stairs. “Christmas jammies? Already?” He asked quizingly. “Is this for me?” She asked leaning forward toward the coffee table. He’d poured two glasses of wine. Michael reached for the TV remote. “You wanna talk about it, or turn this on?” He asked. She looked at him unsure. “That look. Earlier”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She took a sip of the wine. “It’s too early for another baby…” she looked at him. “But I miss being pregnant. I miss us being overly affectionate - I know that’s not to do with being pregnant but the lack of time we actually have with one another” @

2:14 AM

@Mr Writes

It was true. The reasoning behind it. But, Michael definitely felt like when they could, they still made time to love and adore eachother. He nodded. “I’m torn. Sometimes I think it’s too soon. Sometimes…” he stopped himself. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m on my period.” She stopped him. “Maybe after this week we can discuss it…” she said. “Although I’m freaking out about this time tho, you live here. Last time I found out alone and was able to surprise you when you stayed on night. How am I meant to pee on something and wait 3 minutes alone without you finding out..” @Mr Writes

“Thank you Doctor” Michael laughed. “I know you’re on your period”. His laugh continued as she explained her concern. “Why would we do it like that, if we’re actively trying?” He asked confused. “Surely we’d be doing it together, to see if we’re pregnant?” He asked. “Unless”. Pausing. “I do like the surprise”. He shrugged. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I like surprising you..” she said “plus..there’s still this fear that it’s me that’s the one with the fertility issues. Speaking of which - it’s black tie next weekend..” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded. They both like the surprises. “How have you got from fertility issues to a black tie event?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Magic” she smiled and leaned in to kiss him as amber started to cry. “Tag your it” she laughed and sat back drinking her wine while looking at dresses online. @Mr Writes

Michael pushed himself to his feet and crept upstairs. Twenty minutes later and silence continued, Michael came back down. Looking over her shoulder at the iPad. “Anything?” He sat back down. “But seriously. Where does fertility issues and a black tie event get into the same sentence?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Frankie has the fertility issues and having the black tie event.” She smiled “What are you going to wear? What are we going to do about amber?” @Mr Writes

“Well I certainly don’t have any fertility issues”. Michael winked at Carla as he grabbed the other iPad and looked at potential ideas for him too. “I’ll ask Jamie if he doesn’t mind having her for the evening?” Michael suggested. “Or my mother?” He said, quieter than the first suggestion. “Thoughts?” He asked her as he sent her various links to different suits he’d seen online. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla stayed quiet at the idea of his mother; she hadn’t even met her. Although she was sure Michael had taken amber to meet her. “Victoria and Jamie are coming too..we can just take her. She can sleep in the spare room with her baby monitor and I’ll not drink.” Carla suggested. “Milo will be there too likely..” Carla pointed to the 4th one. “That one” she kissed him. @Mr Writes

“can we not…” he paused to look at her iPad. “That’s nice…” “Can we not have a child free evening?” He smiled though she couldn’t see as she laid against him behind his arm. “We should both drink. You especially back in that house”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Maybe Victoria won’t bring Jamie. You can ask at golf” she yawned. Cuddled into him. “I’m just going to…wear…my…” she fell asleep in his embrace. Nearly spinning her Wine. The next few days was filled with family times and candy arguments. “No more..” Carla said looking at Michael. “Thats all he’s ate today..” @Mr Writes

That night Carla spent most of the time hiding behind Michael, worrying about Amber or Milo or just blocking her own ears. She was grateful to get home, though she’d got herself into such a worry that it took her a while that night to settle to sleep. Michael worked Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday early shifts, leaving him tired in the evenings. Carla managed to cope amazingly having only Amber. Thursday Michael and Jamie went to golf. He gladly accepted to have Amber Friday night for the night. He’d have both Amber and Michael for the night. Thursday night, Michael wanted nothing more than to stay up late with Carla, have a drink and good sex. They’d not had time together in nearly 2 weeks. Michael fell asleep on the couch. Michael went to the shop Friday morning to pick up the suit that Carla had suggested. Michael had booked Carla in for a blow dry at the hairdressers for 4pm. @Mrs Writes 💓

Amber came to the hairdressers with her. Meeting him afterwards. They took turns getting dressed, Carla making sure to pump and feed amber before Micheal took her to Jamie’s house. While he was away, Carla got ready. Needing his help to do her zip. “MICHAEL can you help” @Mr Writes

4:17 AM

Michael had only been back home seconds before hearing her call. He jogged up the stairs, he just needed to put his bow tie on. “Wow…” he said. And you could tell from the tone of voice and stare he held that he meant it. “You look. Wow”. He laughed. She turned and showed him her back to held with the zip. Michael did it up and slapped her cheek. “Is this a revenge dress?” He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“This is out of my old wardrobe..” she admitted. “I’m surprised it even fits..” she smiled and turned to him. “Keep an open mind tonight..I have changed. But there’s a chance that muscle memory will pull me back into that snobby life.” She was worried. Michael hadn’t seen her when she was married to Frankie. The got an Uber to the house, getting out Carla put the code into the gate. Walking up with him. “Keep an open mind…” she repeated.

4:24 AM

@Mr Writes

4:24 AM

Michael had of course never been to Frankie’s before. He’d never dropped Milo off to Amanda here before. “Fucking hell”. He smiled as they both got out of the Uber and Michael immediately reached for her hand. All day she’d told him to remember to keep an open mind. Was what he was giving Carla good enough? Did she long for a house like this again? Did she prefer the smaller life she had now? Carla let herself in. She seemed like she was comfortable enough to know where she was. Michael wondered how Amanda might feel seeing that. @Mrs Writes 💓

Amanda and Frankie were greeting everyone at the door. “Mrs Wright” Frankie smirked. Amanda initially confused. Carla allowed Frankie to kiss both her cheeks before he shakes Michaels hand. “Congratulations man, I’m happy for you both.” Carla softly smiled at Amanda. “Lovely house Amanda…” Carla commented. Amanda’s response was bitter. “I do keep it well..better than the last wife..” Frankie then chipped in. “The last wife? I’ve only had one…and she still looks like she owns the place.” “I never cashed my check…I’m sure I still do legally own half the place..” Carla smiled and walked inside. Taking Michael on a tour. Showing him the gardens, the living room. “Nothings changed. Expect my things are gone -“ she picked up a photo of her and Frankie. “Yuck..” @Mr Writes

Carla & Amanda’s brief conversation took Michael back to the wedding rehearsal dinner. Her fiestiness had resulted in Michael needing to fuck her. Carla stood tall. Indeed, like it was her kingdom. Michael loved the confident air she’d left home with. She had clearly told herself that she would own the night. Frankie also seemed supportive. He never got in between Carla and Amanda. Both men seemed to let them do their required things. “I can imagine you here. The princess.” He told her as she continued the private tour. @Mrs Writes 💓

She took him into the master bedroom, with his and her walk in wardrobes. “It hasn’t changed. The bed the room. This is where I slept alone most nights…and the nights I worked…I came home to Amanda’s Perfume on my pillow..” Carla took in each room. “The one thing I miss are these sheets. I’ve never found sheets like them.” @Mr Writes

“This beautiful house. The posh effects and way of living. It doesn’t fit with the video”. He laughed, trying to make the connection. “You don’t know where they’re from?” He asked, feeling their softness before Carla pulled his arm out back into the hallway. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Nope wedding gift. Ew don’t touch them..” she pulled him away. “Don’t touch anything in this house.. I know what Frankie’s like. No place is clean..” They rejoined the party. Frankie and Victoria were chatting. “Mrs Wright” Vitoria screamed and hugged Carla. “Why are you screaming you were there.” She asked and hugged Carla. “Yeah but the evil skank wasn’t and she’s clearly not happy about it” Victoria laughed. “Oh behave” Carla smiled. The night was pretty pleasant and she avoided Amanda well. Who was loving life pretending to be a house wife. “What do you think?” Carla asked Michael. @Mr Writes

“I think you need to be the Queen of every house you enter”. He held her hand as they both held champagne flutes in their others. “You’ve been great. You look great.”. “What do you think?” He asked. Amanda had been parading the house offering refills and small bites. She’d been avoiding her partners ex wife and her new fiancée. “Jealous?” He asked Carla joking. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What over Amanda” Carla laughed. “Have you seen anyone get a refill with her barking at the staff?” Carla simply turned around and caught one of the servers “Excuse me, could you make sure that everyone’s glasses are refilled? And pass around the small bites one more. Thank you.” Carla smirked back at him. “Let her think..she did that.” She leaned in kissing him. “I don’t miss this life…I like our messy house and fire sex.” She smiled and stayed pressed against him. Kissing him again. “I love us..” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed and shook his head. He was both impressed and unimpressed with her actions at the same time. Her confidence oozing. “We have a messy home?” He queried between kissing her. “We have fire sex”. He agreed nodding, continuing their kisses. “I love all of us”. He confirmed, holding her against him. “You getting drunk and keeping the heels on?” He asked smirking. She knew what he meant. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We have a lived in home. There is evidence of our children being happy-“ “Child” Amanda pinged in. “You only have one” “I have two children, thanks for the input though.” Carla smiled. Keeping her body against Michael. “Please he’s not yours” Amanda. “Last time I checked. I was mummy and you were simply- mum.” Carla’s smiled. “You don’t get under my nerves Amanda. You may sleep in my bed, play pretend in my house. Think you control my relationship.” “More fool you because I’m happy.” Carla ended her sentence. Amanda’s blood was boiling. Her face turning red. “Oh, Amanda. Stand up straight. Nobody listens to a mean women..” @Mr Writes

Michael attempted to hold Carla close to his body but she pushed away as their voices rose again. “You are both fantastic mothers to a very lucky boy”. Frankie interrupted. Michael nodded in agreement. “Oh shut up”. Amanda shouted frustrated before stomping her heels up the stairs. “Fresh air”. Frankie took Carla’s hand from Michael’s clasp and took her to the garden they once shared as their own. “I swear you do it on purpose for his enjoyment”. Frankie joked with Carla. @Mrs Writes 💓

“She does it to herself” Carla huffed. Looking out at the gardens. “I’m glad I’m not in this life anymore.” She breathed out. “Your garden is shit, did you not keep Gary on? He knew what he was doing..” Carla asked as Michael joined them. “No I accused him of fucking you and he left..” Frankie shrugged. “Frankie!” Carla shook her head. “Thank you for Ambers Halloween…that was kind of you” @Mr Writes

“Who’s she fucking?” Michael joined the back of the conversation but knew it didn’t sound serious. “She did look so cute”. Michael included himself on the topic. “How is everything?” Michael asked Frankie. “I uh”. He paused and shuffled. “I do love her”. He admitted. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Good. You deserve happiness” Carla said and continued to look out to the garden. “Well so do you.” Frankie said looking at Carla and Michael “the both of you do.” “Well we both were cheated on, so I do think you are correct there” Carla smiled. “Happy birthday Frankie.” She kissed his cheek before taking Michael’s hand. “I need this dress off and this hair down..” she said leading him to the front door.. @Mr Writes

Michael shook Frankie’s hand and wished him a happy birthday. “I’m gonna go and fuck her”. He smirked. Carla heard it. Michael had done something similar the night of the rehearsal dinner, telling them to wear earplugs. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla and Michael were barely through their front door when their lips connected. Their lips not disconnecting for longer than a few seconds, his lips were constantly on her body. Her hands worked at the button in his suit before his jacket dropped. Her hands immediately at his shirt. “I need you” @Mr Writes

Was this the spontaneous, lustful moments that Carla was craving? It felt like it? Her fiesty approaches toward Amanda always got Michael hot. “I need you”. He repeated her own words. “I needed time feel you in the taxi. You sat in the front”. He laughed between ongoing kisses. His shirt sleeves were being tugged at as his hands released her hair, pinned up at the back as it fell to her shoulders. “Keep it all on”. He bit his lower lip, kissing her again while he stared at her dress. He pulled it down slightly, releasing her breasts to the cool air of their living room. @Mrs Writes 💓

“the whole dress..” she asked as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her hands ran over his torso and abs. “I love you.” She smiled at him. “Be careful, I haven’t fed or pumped in a few hours. This is Dangerous territory.” She laughed softly as she wrapped her arms around him. @Mr Writes

“the whole dress”. He told her firmly. He lifted the thigh high cut in the left leg revealing her black underwear. “Just these can come off”. He told her. Her breasts perky. Inviting. “I don’t care. Do you?” He smirked, panting already from the lustful moments. His hands caressed them gently. @Mrs Writes 💓

She watched his hands. Where they went, how delicately they touched her. “I don’t..but the last time we didn’t care. You got sprayed with breast milk and I.. I was so embarrassed” she laughed as her cheeks blushed. Reminiscing back to her first time having sex after breastfeeding. @Mr Writes

Michael pushed her up against the wall in the living room. There was passion and lust in the way he moved her. His hands continued to softly caress her breasts. “I don’t care”. He bit his lip. “No more talking”. He told her her own rule. She dropped her own black knickers to the floor. Her heels and dress staring at him like a ticket to paradise. He pressed himself into her against the wall and silently spread her legs. @Mrs Writes 💓

She made a face when he told her the rule she made. “Michael” she whispered as he spread her legs once she had dropped her panties. “You’re teasing now..” @Mr Writes

Michael and Carla made full use of their child free evening that night. Filling the house with love and lust and Michael woke the next morning to collect Amber with his thighs aching. The cold arrived with December and the talk of the build up to Michael’s birthday. He had 4 days off either side of it, meaning he’d at least have a break from work. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla went all out for everyone’s birthday. Something she longed for in her own childhood, making up for it with her partner and children’s birthdays. As Amber was approaching 9 months, this was Michael’s first proper annual leave time off with her, able to go to her baby class for the first time. Carla had stayed home to clean the whole house, before he got back. Putting two overnight bags in the car. Frankie’s car in their driveway when Michael returned. “Where’s my niece?” Frankie clapped his hands and took Amber from Michael. Amber adored…men. Her uncle and her daddy were her favourite by far. Carla smiled at Michael. “Frankie is going to watch Amber while we nip out.. we have that wedding venue to view..” Carla didn’t look at Michael. Making sure there was milk and her meals in the fridge for amber. “Quick go change, we’re going to be late.” @Mr Writes

Michael arrived home from class to a driveway full of Carla, Frankie and car lights. “That’s now?” He asked handing Amber off to Frankie. Amber clapped her hands together and smiled. She loved time with Uncle F. Michael ran inside. His wardrobe had been tampered with. Carla had taken stuff. He leaned out of the bedroom window. “Where’s all my nice shirts?” He shouted. Carla ushered him to hurry up. Carla was always starting to look much more glamorous than him. He was becoming more and more of a dad wardrobe hoarder than ever before. “See you later?” He shook Frankie’s hand re-emerging to the driveway. “You look nicer than I do”. He told Carla. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well that’s what happens when you don’t put your nice shirts in the- washing..” she shook her head and smiled when she saw him. It wasn’t like Carla to drive places either. She put the music on, avoiding conversation until they were on the road for about half an hour. “So…I lied.” Carla smiled, her eyes still on the road. “Only a little lie… it could be a wedding venue. But that’s not why we are going…” she glanced quickly over at him and then back to the road. “You have five guesses…birthday boy.” @Mr Writes

“Five guesses on where we’re going? Five guesses on what?” He asked as Carla’s eyes glanced from the road to him and back again. She was always more of a cautious, eyes on the road driver. @Mrs Writes 💓

“On where we are going.” She smiled. Continuing to drive, biting her lip as she read road signs. “I hate driving..” she muttered. @Mr Writes

Michael didn’t have the sat nav to help him. “That spa?” He stopped. Pondering. “The Night Yard?” He used his second guess. “Tranquility?” His third. @Mrs Writes 💓

“That spa..” she tutted. “How do you always guess correctly.” She laughed and shaked her head. “Well, it was where I was first called Mrs Wright.. It felt fitting to go back as your fiancée and to celebrate your birthday. A bit early so that Milo can spend your proper birthday with you.” She smiled at him. Within 30 minutes, she pulled up to the spa. Parking the car and getting out. Taking the bags from the boot. “Nope, you don’t carry. It’s your birthday overnight…oh yeah Frankie is staying with amber.” She had left that part out. @Mr Writes

“You going to tell them you’re actually going to be a Wright?” He smiled. His grin grew after learning where they were going. It was a place with meaning, Carla had thought about him for his birthday. She made him feel special. “We’re staying the night?” He asked, trying to take a bag off of her, being met with refusal. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It’s an hour away, I thought it would be best. Since the beds were comfy..” She smirked back at him. Checking in at the desk. “Hi it’s under Wright.” She smiled at him, knowing he was listening and watching her. Getting the key card, she gave it to Michael. Allowing Michael to open the room, seeing the balloons crowding the celling, a picture of Michael or them both draped from the bottom of the strings. Happy birthday and chocolates on the bed. Carla smiled at him. “Happy birthday” @Mr Writes

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Michael followed Carla to their room as she revealed her second surprise. Normally it was Carla following him. Carla being surprised, or so it felt like, so Michael felt undue love and affection from their arrival. A special location. “Look at this”. He laughed and smiled, closing the door behind them as she wished him a happy birthday. “Thank you baby”. He smiled, offering her an open arm for a cuddle, a kiss against her cheek followed as she arrived against his chest. “I feel loved”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Then that’s all that matters. Because you are loved. Very loved.” She smiled up at him. “I love you.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around him as she kissed him softly yet passionately. “Go, go look at the pictures..” she ushered him. There were pictures from their first few dates, up until last week of him and amber sleeping together. There was even one hand drawn picture that Milo drew of the whole family. Carla put the bags on the stool and watched him explore the balloons. @Mr Writes

Michael held on to one photo longer than the rest. Carla noticed from a far and joined him to see which one he’d landed on. “Oh”. She laughed. Looking from the photo to Michael from the side. “We went out for pizza in the car after Amanda kicked me out. We thought this was the night Amber was conceived. Remember?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“What did she kick you out for again? She didn’t know about us then…was it just a psycho moment?” Carla laughed and looked up at him. “You know we worked out when amber was conceived and I think it was earlier than this picture.. I didn’t find out until I was 6 or 7 weeks with amber.” Carla left his side and looked round the pictures too. Her smile never leaving. “We have done a lot in the 2 years we’ve been together..” @Mr Writes

“She probably heard I was in your classroom after hours” he joked. He nodded. Reminiscing. “I thought we created Amber at the White Horse? We stayed the night after a 3 course meal.” He laughed. “We were so full, I don’t even know how I performed”. His laugh continued. His nod returned. “So much”. His smile couldn’t be removed as they both looked back. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We have spa treatments.. we should get ready. Get you out of your…farmer gear.” Carla laughed looking at him. She got his bag for him. Rummaging through hers for her own bathing costume. “And the pool afterwards. Then dinner at 6” @Mr Writes

Carla continued to divulge more information on their evening. “We need to half this bill” he told her. “No arguing”. He laughed, knowing her too well as he walked past her to his bag, slapping her butt on the way past. “The farmer look doesn’t do it for you?” He laughed. “What treatments have you booked for us both?” He asked, pulling a Nike t-shirt over his head. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Head, shoulder and back” Carla smiled as she stripped. Pulling on her white bathing suit. She looked at herself in the mirror. “Do I look pregnant in this?” She asked as she turned to him. Michaels nervous chuckle, followed by “No you are stunning.” He smiled at her, coming to her and taking her by the hips. “It’s okay, you can tell me that I do…because I am.” She smiled up at him. Waiting for the penny to drop. “I’m pregnant” she pulled the test out. @Mr Writes

Michael stared for a second as Carla stood naked before putting on her bathing suit. “Damn”. He told her. Michael held Carla’s hips infront of her and smiled. The white suit against her skin bought out her hair colour above strikingly. There was silence. Carla’s grin growing and growing. Her eyes welling up as she stared at him, test in hand. “You’re pregnant?” He said shocked. “We?” He paused. “When?” His grip on her waist tighter. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I found out last week..” she admitted. “I am still very early on, the digital tests are showing 2-3 weeks. For the when…that would be Frankie’s birthday party..” she laughed. “For god sake Michael, will you please kiss me already. I’m freaking out over here..” she smiled and leaned into him kissing him passionately. Giving him the test. “Happy birthday I guess…your present is still growing..” @Mr Writes

“And you carried my bag today”. He said jokingly unimpressed. “Fuck”. He laughed. Her lips pressing his for some reassurance and calming as she admitted she was freaking out. “We don’t need to freak”. He laughed and held her against him before kissing her himself this time. “I mean, it’s unexpected”. He admitted, still laughing. “But, we wanted another. More.”. “Frankie’s birthday party” Michael paused. Leaning back for eye contact. “Dress on, heels on. Fiesty argument with Amanda”. He remembered. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Ok okay…details don’t matter” she put a finger on his lips when he mentioned Amanda. “Unexpected…is also a strong word for someone who doesn’t wear a condom.” “Are you happy?” She asked, looking up at him. “I’m still freaking out a little” @Mr Writes

“The heels mattered”. He laughed as her finger met his lips. “Well, that’s not something that can fully be blamed on me”. He fought his own battle when she reminded him he never wore condoms. “Happy?” He asked. Pulling her against him again. They were going to be late. Who cares. “Of course. We’re growing again”. He smiled warmly. “Freaking out?” He asked calmly. Bringing the tone down. Wanna tell me?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I just didn’t plan on having two under two…especially not with how I felt after having amber.” She admitted “but I am happy. But nervous..” She leaned in for another kiss. “I really do love you…” @Mr Writes

“I told you I can always cum on your tits”. Michael bought the mood down. “I fucking adore you. Best birthday ever”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It’s not even your birthday yet. I have more up my sleeve..” she smiled and left his embrace. Getting her robe on before waiting on him to get their treatments done. “I will see you once you’re all nice and relaxed.” she kissed him passionately before parting ways

8:00 AM

@Mr Writes

Carla’s words of promise for more left him in the dark and his mind racing. What more could she possibly have available to her after such a loving night away and the news of a pregnancy. Their passionate kiss as they parted was one that she knew exactly what she was doing. Sending him to another woman with the reminder of her lips. Michael relaxed. Of course he did. His mind raced slightly. There was so much to do now. Already. “So you’re Michael”. The masseuse said. “We’ve heard a lot about you. How you’re the man of Carla’s dreams.”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had her own treatments before meeting him at the pool, a frozen slush in hand. “Don’t worry, it’s none alcoholic..” she smiled at him. she relaxed back into her chair. There was a beer already sitting on the table next to the lounger for him. “How was your treatments?” @Mr Writes

Michael arrived at the side of the pool to a smiling Carla. “You don’t have that glow that I remember yet”. He laughed. He was calm and relaxed. “A beer. What a day”. He smiled, laying on the lounger next to hers. “Lovely. I don’t feel deserving”. He smiled. “She told me about your email to the spa, how you wanted it to be a special occasion for me.” He explained with a loving grin. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Private email..” she smiled over at him. “And that glow…is the oil form morning sickness - which I don’t have yet..” she sipped her drink. “I had booked this before I found out I was pregnant.. excited to try the cocktails and have an adult night away this time. Since last time I had started to show..” She cheered his beer with her own drink. “To living life together, and to you getting older daddy” she smirked. @Mr Writes

“Well, I remember the glow”. He told her. “You can have one drink?” He suggested calmly. “You’re so early”. He smiled. She’d admitted her want for an adult night away. Something she was about to lose again with pregnancy. “Cheers to you growing” he returned her smirk. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I wouldn’t feel comfortable” she admitted. Continuing to sip on her drink. “You keep calling me fat…and your birthday presents are going in the bin.” She smiled at him, only messing with him. “Dinner at 7 I think..” @Mr Writes

“Wait”. Michael said with a straight face. It finally dawned on him. “Who knows? Vic?” He asked. “Nobody’s calling you fat. Remember what I told you at the dinner party, I’ll always worship that body”. He smirked. “Cor, we don’t have long here”. He shrugged contently. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It’s was meant to be relaxing, and away from the kids.” She smiled at him. “Nobody knows… amber. Amber knows..” she laughed and pulled her phone out, showing him the video of her telling amber when she just found out. Amber giggling while Carla tells her. Carla teared up at the video. “Listen I would have cried at this pregnant or not…okay.” @Mr Writes

“It is relaxing”. He assured her, leaning back against his lounger. “We should wait and tell Vic one evening next week, when she comes round for dinner?” Michael suggested with a smile. Michael teared up at both the video of their daughter, and the fact that Carla was tearing up at it too. They both laughed at their states. A young lady walked past who worked at the hotel, they’d seen her their previous visit and at their arrival this afternoon. “Sorry, excuse me”. Michael smiled. “We’ve got a table for 7pm for dinner. Can we just push it back to 7:30pm please? We’re just relaxing and not in a hurry”. He smiled. “It’s for Mrs Wright”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla allowed Michael to talk as she smiled. Once the women had left, Carla got up from her lounger. Going to his. Sitting between his legs, her back against his chest. “We are telling no one..” Carla said. Pulling Michael’s arms around her tighter. “I want this to be our little secret for now…Is it bad that I Miss having a secret?” Carla’s hand tailed softly up the hairs on his arms. His hairy arms where her favourite @Mr Writes

“I miss having a secret. I miss being a secret. That secrecy. The fun”. He reminisced as she leaned back against his chest, her nails trailing his arm hairs. “Are we still having our save the date photo’s next Tuesday?” Michael asked. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah but right now I can’t think of what time…” she laughed softly. Relaxing back into him more. “I worked so hard to loose the baby weight for these photos..this little one better let me have these photos. Then again we are really early.” “Can’t believe I let you get me pregnant this quickly again..” she shook her head before leaning it back on his shoulder. @Mr Writes

Michael laughed. There was no chance she’d be showing anything next week. By their maths she’d only be a maximum of 4-5 weeks by the time next Tuesday came round. His laughter and holding of her against him continued as she exclaimed her shock at how they’d let this happen so soon after Amber. “I’ve told you. I’m not to blame, I’ve given you plenty of other options”. He smirked, though she couldn’t see that. “Sorry to interrupt guys, your table’s been changed”. The waitress said quietly. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled at the waitress, her hand finding Micheal’s as she interlinked her fingers with his. Carla hadn’t been jealous over Michael before, but the way that waitress lingered.. Once they were alone again, Carla kept her hand holding his. Not mentioning the jealousy. She wasn’t that type of person.. “So the plan?…sitting for a another couple of minutes then heading to the room to change.” @Mr Writes

Michael felt the love and care from Carla as her fingers locked his. He had no idea she’d initiated it due to the waitress simply trying to help them both. “How long does my girl need to get ready?” He asked, looking at his watch with his free hand. “It’s half six. We’ve got an hour now”. He admitted. “We can go up soon, sure”. He agreed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I can be ready in half an hour…you’ve agreed to marriage and I’m having your baby. So girl math would be…I don’t have to try as hard anymore with my looks - you are stuck with me” she smiled over her shoulder. Moving her hand from his, to tilt his chin down. Reaching up kissing him. Smiling against his lips. “I love you Michael Wright” she whispered before biting his lip. @Mr Writes

“For better or for worse”. He laughed against her lips and she kissed him, biting his lower lip in a loving, playful vice. “I love you Carla Wright” he whispered back, kissing her again. Their eyes locked. “Can I call you that now?” He laughed. “It sounds good…” @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla shivered “it sounds… good but very different from what I’m used to.” She smiled “you can call me whatever you like.” They sat in one another’s embrace until it was time to get up and change. Holding each others hands as they go to the elevator, Carla leaned her head against his shoulder while they waited. @Mr Writes

Michael agreed as she seemed to cringe and shiver at her new name to be. “It does sound strange. New”. He nodded. An elderly couple walked past them at the lift and they all exchanged smiles as the doors opened and Michael held Carla’s hand as they walked in, carrying their spa bags with towels. “It’s the same lift”. He said in a playful tone as they opened. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Stop” she nudged him and smiled up at him. “Don’t…we don’t have time” I could feel his hand creep around her waist to her hip. Those soft delicate fingers. “Michael Wright.” She looked up at him. “I’m back to being bat shit crazy…don’t play around if you don’t have to time to finish..” @Mr Writes

“Stop kidding yourself”. He laughed playfully. “There’s no way you’re on heat so early on. You’re just horny”. He laughed at the lift raised with his own hands to her hip. He knew his delicate touch, pregnant or not, had an effect on the woman due to marry. “Are we having a shower or just getting changed?” He asked as Carla opened the door to the luxurious room. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It’s upto you. But after you just called me a dog…whatever you do. You’ll do it alone..” she couldn’t look at him or she would laugh. “I mean, I might have a shower. My body is still all oily…”

10:28 PM

@Mr Writes

“I mean”. He paused closing the door behind him. “You always look good on all fours”. He shrugged. A playful grin and tone to his voice. “You can’t deny that, come on”. He shrugged again. “That’s how Amber and this one both happened”. He reminded her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Acc, this one happened…on top. In my heels, in my dress… heeked up” she said, finally smiling. “If you need to be corrected” she turned and leaned on the desk. “Do you need any more detail?” @Mr Writes

“You don’t need to remind me”. He assured her. “I remember it well. At least I think I do”. He told her as she leaned against her desk. The adult, teacher look through her eye lashes. “Don’t you dare. We don’t have time”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“We don’t have time” she smiled and stood up, pulling her outfit out. Before she went for a quick shower. @Mr Writes

“We don’t have time”. The same phrase repeated against the walls for a third time as her back turned to him as she walked into the large bathroom shower in the room. The balloons still in the room but now in the corner, off the bed. Carla opened the door as the steam from her shower engulfed the bedroom. “Hot?” He laughed. Dashing himself in the shower to ensure they weren’t late. @Mrs Writes 💓

“It wasn’t as hot as I’d liked it…” she smiled and wrapped a towel around her. While he was in the shower, she got ready. Doing her hair up in a messy bun, her makeup light. Slipping on her skin tight dress, hugged her figure nicely. She was buckling her heel as he came out. @Mr Writes

12:47 AM

The bedroom again filled with steam and fog as Michael opened the bathroom door after his shower. Carla was sat on the edge of the bed, fastening her strap on her heel as Michael wrapped his towel round his waist. “I won’t be long”. He told her before he finally looked up from the floor. “Fucking hell”. He stared. “You know it’s my birthday, right?” He smirked jokingly reminding her. “You bitch. You always know the way to play the game with your wardrobe”. He smiled. She looked stunning. Her dress hugged her waistline and entire figure tightly. Michael noticed the shirt that Carla had packed him matched her dress closely. “You planned this well, eh”. He looked at himself in the mirror, sprayed himself with her favourite aftershave of his. “Ready?” He asked, slipping into his shoes. @Mrs Writes 💓

She grinned at him. “I may of..” she sprayed her perfume before waiting for him. “I love you..” she smiled as she leaned back against the door, watching him. @Mr Writes

“Don’t lean against the door and tell me you love me like that”. He told her. “Remember the outcome the last time you did that”. He smirked walking toward her and the door. “Come on Mrs Wright. I love you”. He took her hand and opened the door. They walked into the corridor. “That dress makes your arse look fucking fantastic” he told her, louder than she would have liked, as the door of another couple opened. The male of the couple laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael” she looked back at him, her cheeks blushing through her makeup. Her glare, the one of a teacher. She kept walking. Allowing him to catch up. “Your reaction, makes me sad. I used to get dressed up all the time and now you see me like a tramp more than you do dolled up…” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed, but stopped at Carla’s reaction. “Sorry. Sorry”. He gestured to the couple walking behind them, and to his fiancee, who wore a stern look of the unimpressed nature. His hand slipped into his as easily as usual as they pressed the call bell for the lift to take them down. “My reaction?” He asked looking for her to clarify more. “You’re a mum now. You’re not at work”. He explained. “You look fantastic whether you’re in your sweatpants or in your dressed best” he assured her. Like he always would. “Remember the rehearsal dinner before Amber was born. I’ll worship every inch of that body for the rest of my life”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She looked at him and with a squeeze of his hand. She relaxed “I just feel bad that I don’t make more of an effort when for you coming home. Look how excited you get” she squeezed his hand once more as they got into the lift. @Mr Writes

Michael stood silently for a moment as the couple behind them joined them in the lift. They all exited at the ground floor and Michael and Carla turned for the restaurant. “I get excited to come home to you regardless of what you’re doing or wearing”. He smiled. “Maybe I could show you that more when you’re in that lazy, no effort phase?” He smiled. “Wear sweatpants at home next week and I’ll rip them off like I will that dress”. He squeezed her hand and was immediately greeted to be seated. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You just called me lazy and hot in the same sentence..” she laughed and looked at him. He fixed the issue once more. “Thank you..” she smiled at the waiter as they sit down. Michael tucking her chair in. “Could I please get a strawberry daiquiri mocktail..” she smiled. The last time they were here he didn’t drink, but it was his birthday. She looked over the menu as he ordered his drink. Her high heel running up his leg. As she looked up at him from her menu. “What were you thinking?” She smiled @Mr Writes

“You’re not lazy. You’re the mother of our child. You’re not lazy. You’re hot though”. He told her confidently as he felt her heel brush over his knee. She knew he liked the subtle touches of love, affirmation and PDA. “What was I thinking?” He paused. Laughed to himself and put the menu down. “You don’t want to know”. He assured her with a grin as he took a mouthful of his beer. “Just the one night, tonight we’re staying, right?” He asked. “Are we getting our child tomorrow morning?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I meant about what food you wanted…” Carla laughed. “But, we are staying tonight. Then we pick Milo up on the way home, and Frankie is staying with amber until we get home.” Carla sipped at her mocktail, “Then we have your acc birthday with Milo. He goes home on the tuesday and then me, you and Amber have a few days just us three.” @Mr Writes

“Milo goes home Tuesday after the photoshoot?” He confirmed. “Do you mind if I have the fillet?” He asked. He always felt bad when ordering such an expensive cut of meat. He watched her elegantly sip from her mocktail. “When are we going to be able to get drunk again together?” He asked, although they both knew the answer. “You’ll be so heavily pregnant for your birthday!” He told her. Taking another sip of his beer. “So, a wedding date? What date are we putting on the save the dates after the shoot?” He asked. “Are we going to get married here? Should we explore it?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You order whatever you like.” She smirked “it’s payed for.” She muttered, looking back down at her menu. “At this rate, I’m never going to be drinking again..” she placed a hand on her stomach, subtly. “I will be, Thankfully we don’t celebrate my birthday..” she smiled at him. “That we need to discuss together…because I don’t want to wait too long. But I don’t want to be heavily pregnant..” @Mr Writes

That comment reminded him. He sent her £200 from his own account. “Half”. He smiled. “We’re going to celebrate your next birthday. It’s time you get that treatment, you’ve refused for long enough”. He told her firmly with a smile of excitement for months in advance. “Well, if you don’t want to be heavily pregnant, and you don’t want to wait a long time, then, soon, right?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I sent you that back..” she smiled at him. “Don’t if, don’t but. This is your birthday. I don’t want you to lift a finger or tap a card..” “I hate people making a fuss about me. Since we will be having baby, I wont want to do anything.” She spoke back. “Let’s just agree to focus on our wedding and Ambers first birthday.” “Soon..maybe a few months time. I haven’t even looked at dresses. Can we even plan a wedding in a few months time.” @Mr Writes

Michael huffed and wore a facial expression that he was unimpressed for a moment. He hated taking from the woman he loved. Though, they were a team. A waitress came to take their food orders, which they gave. Michael took another beer and ensured that Carla had a continuous flow of mocktails on the table. Shannon, the front of house for the evening, who’d checked them in on their arrival, walked past their table. “I’ll ask her”. Michael shrugged. “Shannon”. He called softly to not disrupt the tables round them. “Is the wedding planner here? Is the venue laid out? Can we see it?” He asked. Her smile grew. “Ohh are you engaged?” She smiled toward Carla. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’ll ask her what-“ Carla was silenced by him softly calling over Shannon. Carla was mid sucking her straw from her cup. Showing Shannon the ring with a smile. Shannon went to sort out a viewing for them while they had their dinner. After dinner, Carla paid while he was at the toilet. Before she met him by the door to go see the venue. “I haven’t really thought about where I wanted it…” @Mr Writes

“We’ll just look…” Michael assured her with a gentle, non-pushy tone of voice and pull of her hand as they followed the wedding planner outside, across the lawn and to the venue. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled and let him lead. “Wow..” She smiled and followed him round. “I can’t believe how real it feels..” she squeezed his hand. “What do you think?” She looked at him. Standing at the alter @Mr Writes

“Can we have a minute?” Michael asked the wedding planner, who smiled softly and left the area slightly. “I love it”. He smiled. Shrugging his shoulders. “She’s said we can do as much or as little as we want…” he added. “If only you were wearing white right now”. He laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Oh stop.” She smiled, and leaned in kissing him. “I love it. But I think I would love anything more than life.” “What do you honestly think” @Mr Writes

He stared at her as she admitted how much she liked it. They were silent for a moment before the wedding planner reappeared. “Let’s go and put a deposit down”. He smiled to both Carla and the wedding planner - who they then learned was called Amanda. Small world. The person planning their wedding was the name of his ex wife. “Come on”. They walked into the warm to pass on details. Michael scanned his credit card for a £1,000 deposit. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael” she smiled. “We’re really doing this…ah Michael! I’ll send you half.” She hugged into him. “6 months is such a short time to plan a wedding.” She looked at him. “I can’t believe we’re going this!” @Mr Writes

“six months”. He repeated back to her. Shocked too at the timeframe they’d agreed on while sat with the wedding planner. He laughed. Though it was an awkward, uneasy laugh. “We’ll be fine”. He said loudly. Attempting to assure both himself and Carla too. Michael too couldn’t believe what they’d done. “I’ve never spent £1,000 on my own birthday before”. He laughed. Amanda handed over a brochure for them to take away with almost endless possibilities inside. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You weren’t meant to spend anything…” Carla looked at him. “It’s technically not your birthday for another 2 days either..” she smiled. She hadn’t let go of him this whole time. Back in the room, they laid together on the bed, looking through the brochures together. Imagining their days. “I’m going to have a bump…you sneaked that in..” @Mr Writes

Michael smirked. “Got what I wanted with that didn’t I”. He laughed gently as they turned the page to the decor. They’d said previously, how they didn’t want that big deal wedding as they’d both done it before. Michael wondered whether that might change. He wasn’t against it. “Who’s going to be bridesmaids?” He asked. “I’ll be having Jamie with me I think”. He felt confident in that. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Just Jamie..?” She took the brochure and rolled to her side. Pushing her ass back against him. “I’ll probably have Victoria as Maid of Honour, then Lilia and probably Julia too. Wee amber as a flower girl..” she pout. “Fuck I’m going to cry.” She hid her face in the pillow, holding up the brochures for him. @Mr Writes

Michael nodded at the query of just Jamie. “I feel like having anyone else would just seem fake, for me”. He shrugged. “He’s always been the one”. He laughed. Carla became emotional after mentioning involving their daughter in their wedding. Michael gripped the brochure and gently stroked her hair. She composed herself and snatched the brochure back. “They had a dress page at the back”. She laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

She opened it to the dress page. Before closing it. “I have my dress in mind already anyway..” she rolled to her other side, facing him. “Although…” she looked down and placed a hand on her stomach. “It didn’t include a bump..” she smiled back up at him, that smile. The smile that told him how happy she really was. “I love you” she wrapped her arms around him pulling him ontop of her as they kissed. @Mr Writes

“I don’t want to see or hear anything about it until I turn to face you in 6 months time”. He told her. “I’m going to marry you”. He told her. That was finally true after tonight’s booking. “I love you Carla Evans”. He kissed her as she pulled him on top of her. A rip of her dress filled the silent room before they laughed. “Fuck”. He laughed louder. “How did that happen”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She gasped looking down at him. “I liked that dressed…you owe me a new one.” She smirked and kiss him. Biting his lower lip as the kiss broke. “I love you Michael Wright” she smiled and kissed him again. @Mr Writes

“I’ll buy you a new dress tomorrow”. He assured her as her words of love sang against his ear. Her lips the orchestra for the night. “Now get rid of it. Do I need to remind you again of what happens when we leave dresses on that highlight your body?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“We get pregnant?” She laughs “that can’t happen tonight.” Carla stood up, taking the remains of the dress off. She got back on the bed. Straddling him in only her panties and bra. “You aren’t allowed to buy anything else this weekend. It’s all about you.” @Mr Writes

Michael joined her laughing as she removes her dress, stood before him. “You can’t deny it wasn’t a fucking good night”. He smirked. She’d already returned to his lap as he’d finished his statement. “You really are the most amazing birthday gift there is”. He told her, mesmerised by her smooth skin and silky panties and bra. His hands had already unhooked her bra and was about to be dropped to the floor. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m not a gift…” she smiled down at him. Leaning back to help the bra fall down. “I am your wife..” she smirked and leaned down. Kissing him. Her hand running through the hairs on his chest. @Mr Writes

Michael mirrored her smile as he admired the way her breasts fell into view. “Soon. You’ll be my wife soon” he said with a growing smile. It felt warming and exciting to share that statement. “May 27th, you’ll be my wife”. He told her proudly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“May 27th” she repeated and leaned down to kiss him again. Before long they were rolling around the bed in a make out frenzy. “I am so glad I bumped into you at that bar…” she glanced up at him as they broke for breath. @Mr Writes

They rarely took to time to simply enjoy each others lips. Too often their raunchy need for sex with eachother took over the raw human need for lustful moments of lips and holding. “That bar”. He repeated himself. “I remember your fingers trailing up my ripped jeans in the taxi.” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I remember your wedding ring..” she looked at him. “Never hide the one I give you..” she looked into his eyes as she caressed his face. “Please..” The worry wearing through. @Mr Writes

“you’re the bride I want and need” he told her. He was breathless just from simple making out across their large hotel bed. “You’ll wish you weren’t pregnant when I get you back to the newlywed suite” he laughed. @Mrs Writes 💓

“With the way you worship my pregnant body…I doubt that.”she smiled. Caressing his face one more time. “I love you.” She repeated for the millionth time this trip. “I need you to know that..” @Mr Writes

Michael smiled lovingly into her eyes as she caressed his cheek. “I think that’s a compliment”. He shrugged discussing his worship of her pregnant body. He nodded. He knew she loved him. He didn’t need this night away to have the knowledge of that. “I know Evans, I know”. He smiled. He kissed her hand as she continued to stroke his cheek against his stubble. @Mrs Writes 💓

Their night away ended up more wholesome than it did sexual. They discussed the wedding for the first time properly. Laid in each other’s embraces. Had a good night sleep and a relaxed morning before having to check out. Carla attempted to lift the bags before they were swiftly taking off of her. “You encouraged me to have one drink but won’t let me lift a bag..” she smiled as she walked beside him. “I know it’s your birthday weekend…but can you drive home..” she laughed. She hated driving. @Mr Writes

They seemed to both enjoy the special time they had together. Michael nodded and Carla threw him the car keys, she got herself comfortable in the passenger seat and they stopped off at a local coffee shop for a takeaway drink. They arrived outside Amanda’s house an hour later to collect Milo for the week. They had the photo shoot. “Hope you had a nice birthday”. Amanda said, though there was very minimal sincerity in her words and Milo threw himself in the back of the car with his rucksack. Carla held Milo’s hand at his request as they walked home, silent home as Frankie stood in the kitchen. “Asleep”. He said softly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Uncle Frankie!” Milo interrupted the silence. Running to Frankie. “You owe me sweeties.” “Milo you have enough sweeties here from trick or treating..” Carla commented as we checked the monitor. Missing her baby girl. “Was she alright for you?” Carla asked while sorting a snack for Milo as Michael took the bags upstairs. “Prefect, she’s an angel.” Frankie smiled, and got ready to leave. “Have a good birthday bud..” he tapped Michael’s shoulder before leaving. Carla looked at Michael “bud” she laughed “is it weird that’s my ex husband?” @Mr Writes

Michael turned round and gave Frankie and fist bump of gratitude as he left. Michael tried to shh Milo as Carla gave him what he wanted. The bags left on their bed before he came back down. He nodded. “I’m not sure”. He laughed. “Kind of”. He paused, taking a bite of Milo’s treat. “I guess it’s nice though. Is it weird for you?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“A little” she shrugged “could be worse, could be sharing you know.” She made a disgusted face. “It’s kind to share” Milo said with a mouth full. “Oh god..” she kissed Milo’s head. “I guess bubs” @Mr Writes

Michael laughed at Milo’s comment so soon after Carla’s scrunched up face to her own suggestion. “That’s right Milo, it’s good to share”. His laugh continued. “Are you going to look so smart tomorrow for photo’s?” Michael asked Milo. He nodded. Chocolate round his mouth. “Smarter than you currently look I hope”. Michael shrugged jokingly. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla nudged her elbow into Michael’s side as joked with Milo. “Milo’s always smart.” The had a family night with movies and snacks before the bedtime routine had started for everyone with the early rise. The next day went well and both children done well with the constant flash for each pictures. That night, they ordered takeaway before Michael was banished to the room so that Milo and amber could help with things for his birthday. Carla came to bed later that night. Warning him he wasn’t allowed downstairs during the night. “No ifs or buts, you know the rules of this house. I brought you water bottles up, it’s the eve of your birthday.” She was interrupted by him pulling her down and into him. Smiling up at him. “It’s the eve of your birthday. You don’t do night feeds on the eve or the night of your birthday. So that’s all on tap for Miss Wright. Milo knows he has to come to me during the night if he needs anything.” She leaned in and kissed him before getting off him, laying beside him in bed. The next morning, her milo and amber all woke him up with cuddles on bed and party hats. Amber found the whole experience hilarious, belly laughing the full time. Milo eager to take his daddy down the stairs to his presents. A quick kiss was shared before amber was given to Michael and Milo held his hand to take him downstairs. Again Carla went all out, balloons on the celling, big number balloons on the wall. Banners and streamers everywhere. “Daddy the presents are through here!” Milo pulled at Michael. Carla sat on the floor and watched while Milo helped his dad open the presents from him and his sister before he got bored and wanted to play before breakfast. Amber came for feed while Michael finished opened presents. “Your main gift is still cooking…for uno 9 months” she smiled at him. “Oh and obviously your other bigger gift is just draining my boobies..” she laughed. “Happy birthday my love” @Mr Writes

“Talk about feeling special”. Michael said with a smile that could be seen from space. Everything he wanted and needed was currently under one roof. A roof filled with birthday love and care from everyone. Michael shared a laugh at Carla’s comments around what his surprises were and where they were. “This is”. He paused to kiss her as she wished him a happy birthday. “This is perfect”. He said lovingly. He was grateful beyond words and that was something he would repay for her in due course. “What’s next?” He asked aloud. He didn’t truly know if the boss of the day was Milo or Carla. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Erm we are getting a Chinese for dinner” Milo said, looking at Carla. Who gave him a questioning look. “I guess we are having Chinese for dinner…If daddy wants a Chinese” They had a chilled day, visitors came and gone before it was just the four of them. Carla and Milo sang happy birthday while he blew the candles out. Amber clapped along, saying dada, dada, dada over and over. While eating cake, with amber have a small tasting of it. She pointed to Milo. “ilo.” Milo gasped “DADDY SHE SAID MY NAME!” He was still obsessed with his sister. Carla watched the three of them, pushing her cake around her plate as she watched. @Mr Writes

Carla didn’t share the rest of the table’s excitement, Michael noticed that she seemed distant. Elsewhere. Even with cake infront of her, she seemed away. “Car…” Michael said with a soft smile. “Not excited by this?” He asked. He could tell she was uncomfortable, she was almost doubled over in her chair. @Mrs Writes 💓

When Michael spoke her nickname, she snapped out of her train of thought. “What?” She looks at him. “Sorry I just…” she looks at Milo and then at him. Before mouthing “sick” at Micheal. A sly hand going to her stomach. “I’m fine” she smiled and tried to stay present for the rest of the night. Which went by in a flash. Before they knew it they were snuggled up, naked in bed together. “Have you had a good birthday my love?” Carla asked as she laid her head on his chest. It was then that his phone pinged, a text from the lads groupchat, asking Michael to go to the pub the next night. @Mr Writes

Michael stroked his hands through Carla’s silky smooth hair as she laid against his chest, her naked waistline in view in the mirror at the end of the bed. Michael laid silently for a moment, reminiscing on his birthday that she’d successfully planned. “Perfect”. He said proudly for her. “Hmmm, thoughts?” Michael asked Carla’s opinion on the pub the next night. He didn’t want to leave her feeling nauseous and with the children. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Yeah go for it. You haven’t been out in ages” she smiled. Her plan falling into place. “You guys going to the pub pub?” She asked, referring to the pub they met in. Although Carla wasn’t awake much longer as she fell asleep on him. Leaving him to respond to the lads chat. The next day went by quickly, a chilled family day in before Michael went out. @Mr Writes

Michael left the house & Carla waved him off, she seemed upbeat for him to be having an evening to himself. An hour passed and a few rounds of pool and darts ended in laughter and banter. “Your round, Wrighty” Jamie told Michael, pushing him toward the bar to ensure he paid his way. “Everyone please Shannon”. Michael said to the barmaid. @Mrs Writes 💓

8:28 AM

Pub

What Michael didn’t know was, Carla had a babysitter on the way. She got dolled up and ready for a night out. Waiting in the busy pub for the perfect moment. Him buying the round. She then went up to the bar and accidentally bumped into him. “Oh sorry” she turned round and grinned at him. Recreating their moment from two years ago. @Mrs Writes 💓

8:33 AM

Michael turned gently, slightly to the apologetic voice behind him. Deja vu. A brunette smiling up at him after bumping into him. He knew that smile. Those eyes. “What ARE you doing?” He laughed, his hand immediately wrapping round her hips almost out of habit. She looked amazing. Hair silky smooth and curled, make up done, her body in a one piece flowing through her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You didn’t think I would miss a chance to surprise you..” she smiled up at him. Before stopping Shannon from pouring a drink for her too. “Oh just a lemonade please…can’t drink” she smiled, her excitement seeping through the smile as she leaned into Michael. “It’s a secret though..” Carla and Michael went back to the table where the original girls and the guys had linked up. Just before 8, Carla leaned into Michael. “Can you come with me..” She took Michael to the bar to get him another drink and her a soft one. But before they got there, she pulled him to the side of the bar. “Kiss me..” she smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Creating enough time for their friends to sneak out of the busy pub and into the function hall. She smiled up at Michael. “Did you know this pub had a function hall?” She asked as she opened the door she was leaning against, taking him down a corridor, ignoring his questions. Before opening another door into a dark room. When Michael entered, the lights went on and everyone, friends, his family, even Amanda and Frankie shouted surprise at him. Carla shrugged her shoulders as he gave her a look. “Couldn’t let my husband to be then 30 without celebrating it properly” @Mr Writes

Carla ordered him to kiss her, her arms wrapped him shoulders. It was that second, regardless of the busy pub, where he couldn’t help himself. “Take me home”. He told her against her lips, pinching her butt. He was met with silence and a march into the function room. Met with beaming smiles, surprise shouts and a Carla who seemed so thankful and grateful that her obvious plan had finished well. “YOU”. He pulled her against him and kissed her once more. “The most amazing wife in the making”. He told the room. Even Amanda didn’t seem like she minded that phrase. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla’s giggle echoed in the room as he pulled her close before the dj started playing the music and everyone went back to socialising, dancing and drinking. Carla felt like she had hardly seen Michael the rest of the night until I was time to go home. @Mr Writes

“Kids at home?” A slightly drunk Michael softly slurred as Carla grabbed his hand toward the exit. People were pouring into taxi’s in the car park. Shouting bye’s and thanks to them both. “You were amazing”. He told Carla in the cold air. @Mrs Writes 💓

“They are with a babysitter.. which I have checked in with every 30 minutes” she shrugged innocently, she was protective. Carla helped Michael into the house and brought in his presents from everyone. Before pushing her heels off at the door. Trying to be a silent as they could. Carla tipped and paid the babysitter before helping Michael to his bed. @Mr Writes

Michael stayed quiet while Carla dealt with the babysitter before waking him upstairs and pulling back the duvet for him. “Are we fucking?” He smirked, looking down at her bare feet out of their heels. “I haven’t left that pub with you in 2 years”. He reminded her. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m stone cold sober…no we aren’t fucking.” She looked down at him. “I would feel too uncomfortable with you in this state.. and me sober..” she confirmed, before leaning down and kissing him. “Goodnight, I love you” She left him to sleep while she went and checked on the kids, before having a quick tidy of the downstairs . She brought them both water up to bed with her, before she snuggled up next to him. @Mr Writes

“I don’t mind”. He shouted playfully as she left the room. “Shh” she hissed back, returning 15 minutes later to the gentle sound of his softly snoring. She’d successfully contented him with her love and plan. @Mrs Writes 💓

The next day was their proper anniversary, Carla had to forcefully nudge Michael to wake him up to the crying baby as she ran to the toilet to be sick. The nausea and sickness catching up to her as she had been relatively okay other than the feeling of nausea. She climbed back into bed, his side, snuggling into his covers as she brought amber back to their bed. “Daddy’s hungover, mummy feels like she might be too..” she throws some of her toys in between them to keep her busy. “Happy anniversary” Carla forced a smile “please don’t knock me up at this time of year again…”

9:07 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael made some space for Amber to join them and amuse herself. He nodded in agreement. “This time next year, I want a silent house, hangover sex with my wife”. He painted the picture in his head. “Happy anniversary my world”. He pushed a simpler smile back her direction. “You still look a million dollars with nausea”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Michael” she moaned and covered her face as he mentioned sex infront of amber. “Thank you..” she mumbled from the covers. “You better be ordering us a McDonalds breakfast….with two hashbrowns.. and a large Coke Zero” Carla said as she played with amber. Amber sat babbling in the middle of them. “Ilo. Ilo.” Before she climbed to her dad, pulling and tapping his face. “Daddy’s cheeks” Carla said as amber clapped her hands off his cheeks. “I used to dream of moments like this…you truly have given me the world. Even though I hate you slightly right now for how I feel…it will pass..” she cracked a smile and a soft laugh. @Mr Writes

“She doesn’t have any idea what we’re talking about”. He laughed and slapped her thigh. “I hope you know the morning after our wedding, I want it child free”. He laughed again. “I’ve got big plans”. He smirked. Michael’s glance changed. He smiled lovingly and stared at them both. “Isn’t it perfect”. He told her. “It wouldn’t be possible without you”. He reminded her. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla smiled, “yeah, I did grow that..” she tickled ambers belly. “Just for her to love you more than she loves me” Amber smoothered her daddy in kisses while Milo crawled into bed with them too. Cuddling into Carla. “Oh here’s moody chops” she jokes, Milo wasn’t a morning person.

9:18 AM

@Mr Writes

Over the next 2 weeks, some RSVP’s from their invites they sent out following their photo shoot began to arrive. It made it feel very real and closer than it possibly was, though exciting for them both too. Some morning sickness for Carla had come and gone, though it would surprise her on the off occasion, though it was less so this time around than it was with Amber. They’d been invited by Natalie, one of the wedding planners, to meet at the venue to discuss wants, needs and wishes. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla had hoped she was over the morning sickness, amber and Milo both knew there was a baby but he was sworn to secrecy. It felt strange, to be back in a place that they both loved spending private time away, with their 11 month old. Amber was going through a mummy phase. Only wanting her mother. Carla got her out the car and put her on her hip. “We’ve never been here before with kids. Like with us..” Carla said as she walked round the car to get to Michael. “Next time we come, we will be getting married..” @Mr Writes

12:06 PM

Natalie greeted them as they walked across the car park next to eachother with Amber glued to Carla’s hip. “At least you’re wearing underwear today with that dress”. Michael said under his breath as they approached the rolling doors to the venue. The last time he’d seen that dress, they’d gone to the zoo. That night, Carla had got out the bath to roses and a black surprise. “Welcome guys, welcome back”. Natalie smiled. “These are your itineraries” she handed them both a copy. “We can add, remove and edit as you look through them”. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla nudged him as she heard his comment under his breath. “Don’t think of trying anything, this is a nice family day out…” “Hi Natalie” they sat at a table to go through the itineraries first. Carla looked over it. Waiting to see if Michael had any comments on it. Amber going between them both before settling and falling asleep on her dad. Carla’s nerves grew as she tapped her nails off the table going through it for a third time. @Mr Writes

“Thoughts?” Michael asked her. It was clear she was on edge. Ensure of herself. “Wanna talk in private?” He asked her, wanting her to know he supported her. “Michael pointed back to the paperwork. “The children are getting picked up at 1500, after the ceremony and photos. Can we add that in there”. He smiled. “Thank you for incorporating our private half an hour between the photos and the meal”. He thanked Natalie. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla looked at him and then looked back down at the page. Staying silent. Her emotions were everywhere, her thoughts just the same. She thought it would be better to stay silent. Throw in a few smiles every now and again. @Mr Writes

“Would you like to see it? It’s all set up for someone tomorrow”. Natalie said with a proud grin. Michael’s hand rested on Carla’s thigh. “Can we have a minute outside, before we go over?” He asked Natalie, who nodded. “Tell me”. Michael smiled as they reached the private fresh air. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla avoided the question. “Is she getting heavy? Do you want me to take her?” She rubbed amber back as Michael held her close to him as she slept. Carla smiled up at him. “Just Nervous.” She lied but she used to be so good at lying to Frankie. With Michael, the guilt came in straight after the lie and she had to cut her eye contact @Mr Writes

They’d got to the point they were both ignoring the other. Michael did not reply about Amber being heavy or uncomfortable. “If it’s too much, we can go”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m fine.” She smiled “let’s go and see it..” she leads the way back in. Holding the door for Michael. Even throughout the show round of the set up. Her hand was nervously playing with her ring. “I can’t” she stopped in the middle of the isle and looked at Michael. “I do have something to say, and I know it’s going to sound…snobby.” “But I don’t want half the things listed in the whatever this is” she waved the itinerary. “Or I do but not in the order or way it’s written.” “And just for example, the way these chairs are set up. I’m sure tomorrow’s bride will love it. But I…I don’t. I want them set up completely differently.” Carla finally took a breath. “See why I don’t open my mouth..”

12:20 AM

@Mr Writes

“This is why he’s paying me”. Natalie laughed excitedly, reaching for Carla’s hand. “Come on. Come and tell me. Show me”. He said. Natalie seemed thoroughly overjoyed that Carla had spoke up. @Mrs Writes 💓

“That’s also a problem…he’s paying you.” Carla said. Looking at Michael. “We should be paying for this together Michael” she turns and looks up the aisle from the bottom. “I want the chairs to curve, don’t want guests in my photos. Petty I know. But the chairs have to be more in a semi circle instead of straight. That way everyone will see us fully on our wedding day.” She turned back round to Michael. @Mr Writes

Michael smiled warmly and laughed, nodding his head in approval. “It makes sense”. He told both Carla and Natalie. Natalie made notes on her paperwork. “Don’t forget Natalie, we won’t be needing the honeymoon suite”. Michael dropped his surprise. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What?” Carla looked between the both of them. “Wait it makes sense..” she turned back towards the aisle before turning back round. “No it doesn’t actually, why don’t we need it?” @Mr Writes

Michael nodded to Natalie for her to inform Carla of what Michael had arranged. “A car will take you to the airport once your guests have left”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“What..” she looked at Michael. “Where are we going? What about the kids?” @Mr Writes

“Four days with Uncle Frankie…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Where are we going?” She looked at him. @Mr Writes

“Anything else?” Michael asked Natalie, who shook her head. “See you both in 3 months”. She smiled, walking them back out the door and into the car park”. “You’ll find out when we leave for the airport”. Michael told Carla as he strapped Amber into her seat. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla was still in a bit of shock. “I have to wait 3 months..” she pouted. On the way home, she spoke up again. “I don’t want the children to go home at 3…” she took his hand over the gear. “They and you are my safe place… my world. I want them there. I’ve saw this company of Nanny’s and they come out to the venue with toys and can watch them..then I can always sneak away and go see them. Especially when I’m overwhelmed, I can’t drink so I don’t have that liquid encourage that you’ll have”

12:45 AM

@Mr Writes

Carla’s gentle touch of his hand told him she felt strongly enough to tell him. That it meant a lot to her. He nodded. “I’ll email Natalie. You contact the nanny company?” He suggested the agreement. “I can’t wait now…” @Mrs Writes 💓

“I’m still nervous, but that’s just me.” Carla shrugged. Once they were home, she went to the spare room. Digging out an old box of photos. Her first wedding photos. @Mr Writes

Amber clung to Michael’s chest as he carried her indoors from her car seat. “I’ll put her down for an hour” Michael said, but there was silence. Carla had disappeared. Michael found her crouched down digging up boxes. “What you doing?” He asked leaning against the doorframe, asking quietly in a hushed tone from the nursery next door where Amber laid peacefully. @Mrs Writes 💓

“My old wedding box..” Carla said eventually pulling out a book. “My old wedding planner. Just to see..” she said, sitting on the floor. Pictures had spilled out the box. “There was a section for after the wedding, to reflect on what I would do differently given the chance.” @Mr Writes

“You’ve got that chance, right?” Michael said with a proud grin taking a step into the bedroom, picking up some of the photo’s that had spilled out. “What’s the biggest ‘no no’ to not do again this time?” He asked interestingly. @Mrs Writes 💓

“To marry Frankie..” Carla joked “no well yeah, but I wrote that I wouldn’t have my parents there. No alcohol until dinner. But both of those problems are dealt with” @Mr Writes

Michael wore a playful unimpressed look across his face at her comment to remarry her ex husband. Michael nodded at the two suggestions she had already that took care of themselves. “Anything else?” He pondered? @Mrs Writes 💓

“What, the biggest no no is to remarry Frankie.” She looked at him. “Why are we speaking to each other like this? No no daddy” she laughed sounding like their daughter. “You’ve never told me about your first wedding..” she said looking through her photos @Mr Writes

Michael shook his head as laughter filled the silent house. “We need to wake her soon”. Michael told Carla as she did her Amber voice. “My first wedding…” he smiled. It was a part of his life that he locked away, refusing to visit. “What would you like to explore?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’ve never really shared anything about it…about your life. Couldn’t be all bad? You had a baby, you asked her to marry you…” Carla smiled, showing him a picture of her in a wedding dress. “I loved my dress…” @Mr Writes

Michael sat down next to her on the floor of the spare bedroom. “I love the dress”. He agreed. “Do you know what type of dress you want this time?” He asked. He knew her and Vic were going dress shopping next week. “It was good, of course it was. It was stable and steady”. He shrugged him shoulders. “Much like it probably was with you and Frankie”. He suggested. @Mrs Writes 💓

She could see how he wasn’t wanting to share much. “Mhm” she looked through the photos. “I don’t know what type of dress I want this time, probably not one as tight as that. I’ll have a bump..” Carla smiled softly. “Since it’s a surprise for you…but what would you like to see me in?” She asked. Leaning into him. @Mr Writes

Michael bit his lip as his mind raced. “I don’t think I can tell you that”. He laughed. “Besides, it’s against luck to know the dress”. @Mrs Writes 💓

“No tell me..” she begged, he was saved by their daughter waking up crying for daddy. “Saved by the baby..” she smiled. Putting the photos away. “No sex until you tell me” she shouted after him. The night was laid back. Amber was clingy to him. Carla made dinner, it was Friday, fish and chips Friday. Even if Milo wasn’t there. “Din Dins” Carla shouted @Mr Writes

Michael placed Amber in her high chair and wrapped his arms round Carla as she finished dishing up dinner. “We’re having sex tonight”. He told her almost silently. “I’m going to show you what sort of dress I want to fuck you in after marrying you”. His voice still soft and impossible for little ears to hear. @Mrs Writes 💓

“You’re going to show me?” She smiled and leaned into him. Amber threw a tantrum over her daddy hugging her mummy. Screaming for her dad. “She has your temper..” Carla mimicked as Michael said it. They ate dinner together, Carla sat across the table from them to keep peace. “I hope this one’s a boy and loves his mother…” she tickled amber. “I grew you. I Laboured for 10 hours.. he took two minutes to help make you.” Carla attempted to do bath time, before finally getting her to sleep for the night as Michael cleaned up. Reappearing downstairs, she pouted at Michael. “I hate you…I don’t but It would make it easier resisting you..”

6:30 AM

@Mr Writes

Michael laughed as a defeated looking Carla appeared in the living room. “I think the feeling’s mutual” he joked. “So. Dresses?” He shrugged”. @Mrs Writes 💓

She went over and collapsed onto the couch next to him. Putting her head on his lap. “You were going to show me what you wanted to see me in?” She smiled up at him. @Mr Writes

Michael stroked Carla’s hair for a moment, settling her down with her head against his lap before he reached for his iPad. “Okay. Don’t laugh”. He said with a grin as he opened a favourites tab on the internet. Showing different dresses. “They each have different qualities”. “Do you have any?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“Why would I…you have a favourites folder..” she smiled up at him. “You are the cutest” Carla looked at them all. She really liked the first one. It was different yet similar to the one she had at her first wedding. “I feel like a whore…” she looked up at him. “Having a second wedding..” she laughed. “Does it not make you feel…whorish..”

10:38 AM

@Mr Writes

He laughed as she didn’t even finish her sentence before she realised why he told her not to laugh. “You’re not a whore”. He told her laughing, thankful she even said it with a laugh herself. “You’re a pornstar but not a whore”. She didn’t tell him anything about the 3 he showed her. She didn’t admit she had any herself. Nothing. @Mrs Writes 💓

She sat up. “I prefer slut to pornstar..” she straddled him. “As for the dresses. I really like the first one. I’m glad you like that style too.. means I know what I’m looking out for.” She leaned in and kissed him. “I don’t know how I feel about tighter dresses. Especially because I will have the bump…and have to constantly bend for Amber..but your first choice isn’t too tight…easy to pull up at the back for easy access…” she leaned in and kissed him, biting his lower lip pulling it out a little. @Mr Writes

Michael watched her and listened as she explained and painted pictures. “My slut”. He told her, or tried to as she kept a hold of her lip between kisses. “Easy access eh?” He repeated her. “When are you going to let me fuck you? How long into the day do I have to wait?” He teased. @Mrs Writes 💓

“Well you’re the one that added a private hour into our day…and I doubt you did it because your wife is pregnant…” she smiled, sweeping his hair back with her hands. “We should practice or kiss..” she laughed softly, leaning in kissing him. “More passion..” she kissed him again.

10:50 AM

@Mr Writes

A smirk grew across Michael’s cheeks. “Guilty”. He laughed. He did it for many reasons. But the chance to fuck his bride while their guests have no idea has a turn on. Of course. It didn’t even need to happen. But just talking about it was a turn on. “We’re not already good at kissing?” @Mrs Writes 💓

“No we need practice” Carla smirked and leaned in kissing him. “Lots of practice…” she laughed and kissed him over and over. “Don’t you want to practice…” @Mr Writes

“There’s lots of things I want to practice”. He told her firmly as his lips began to join the consistent kissing that she had initiated. @Mrs Writes 💓

Carla began to move her hips against him as they made out. Her hands ran through his hair. Before moving to his top, pulling at his top to lift it up. @Mr Writes