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It’s a slip of the tongue--really it is. With Calum’s chest pressed into yours, with his hips driving into yours, and with the smell of his fading cologne that he sprayed on hours earlier, your mind is clouded with the sensations and heat of the moment. You’re not thinking about what you’re saying or what you shouldn’t say. You’re just there, arms wrapped around Calum’s shoulders, kissing at his jaw and sighing at the pace at which his hips drive into you. Your mind is not helped by the clouding of your own orgasm. Calum’s right behind you--or at least he’s closing in on his own orgasm.
“Please,” you whisper into his ear. “I wanna be full of you.” As if you’re not full of him already, but you want to be fuller. “I need it, baby.”
Calum hums at your plea. “You need it? What do you need?” His words are soft in response to you, nose running the length of your jaw. His lips brush over your skin and it feels like small fires lighting your skin. But you love it.
“Need you. Want you to put a baby in me,” you whine. A heat consumes your lower abdomen again and you can feel the telltale signs of a second orgasm.
Calum stutters for a moment, and readjusts so he’s kneeling now between your legs and watching over your body beneath him. You’re so far into your own pleasure, head thrown back just a little into the pillow and he can see your pulse. “So that’s what it is,” Calum laughs slightly. You claw at him. It feels helpless and desperate and it stirs Calum’s stomach to watch you. “You really want me to put a baby in you?”
You nod, another whine crawling up your throat. “Yes, please. I need it.”
“You’d be so pretty,” Calum sighs. The thought fills his head only for a moment at first--you, swollen belly with his child. Another wave of desire stirs in Calum’s stomach. You’d glow in all honesty. Fuck, you with his child, it’s light a new fire in his soul.
A sigh leaves your lips as Calum’s hip speed back up. The thrusts aren’t rapid, but they are deep and hard. “You want a baby? I can give you a baby,” he grunts.
“Oh, God. Yes, a baby, please,” you whimper. The headboard knocks harder against the wall and you’re only focused on Calum. His brow furrows and you reach up to smooth the skin with your thumb.
He takes one hand that was pushing your knees into your chest and holds the limb in place. His lips are soft as they brush the skin of your wrist. “I’d be happy to,” he whispers. Calum can’t shake the thought now of you with his child. He lets that image fuel him, as he’s driving his hips into you and as you plead beneath him so pathetically for it.
Your second orgam rocks through you. You think you say something or maybe it’s just the thought of saying something. But either way you cling to Calum’s voice, the way he promises to fill you so deep, plug you after so you don’t waste a drop of his release. A shudder runs through you at the thought.
Calum’s release is hard, locking up through his muscles faster than he anticipates. The sound, the ecstasy filled groan rings in your ears. Your skin is hot and clammy sweat, but the two of you lay in the haze of your slowly fading highs. The room fills with the sound of your A/C kicking on and soft, languid kisses.
“Did you mean that? What you said about wanting a baby?” Calum asks. The two of you have yet to move from the bed just yet.
Your eyes widen. “I-” You’d love to have a baby with Calum. But you weren’t sure if he was and though things had shifted in his career that having a family felt more tangible, he also loved to work.
“You can be honest,” he encourages. “Because I can already tell you did.”
“That was supposed to be its own conversation. A whole thing, not done in the heat of the moment, you know?”
Calum nods, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “We can talk in the morning, yeah?”
“I’d like that. I’m sorry. I really hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
His laughter is soft but his smile is bright. “You didn’t, I promise. Besides, I like the thought to--us having a baby. But that’s for tomorrow. Right now, we shower and contemplate fries.”
You nod. “Tomorrow. And if we do fries, then I definitely want a McFlurry too.”
“Like you always do,” Calum laughs. “I’ll be right back.”
For a moment you’ve forgotten that you are still quite naked and quite prone to leaking if you stand. “Oh,” you say softly to yourself.
Calum’s laughter echoes behind him as he walks into the bathroom that’s en suite. “Yeah, we did have sex, in case you got distracted by the thought of food,” he calls out.
“Only a little bit. It was still really great sex!”
The water rushes for a moment and Calum returns with the washcloth in hand. “Yeah I can tell.” He’s gentle as he cleans at you and then helps you into the bathroom. “Also, love, it’s been two years. Sex is always great but I know you very well. When it comes to sex or food, you’re food motivated.”
You plop onto the toilet, pouting just a little as Calum turns to the shower. “And you’re very sex motivated. How does that feel, huh?”
He speaks with his back still facing you, “Quit pouting. I am more than happy to feed you at every turn.” With the water at the right temperature, Calum faces and then winks. “Besides, have you seen your ass? Of course I’m sex motivated.”
The next morning, even as the grasps of sleep haven’t fully left you, you know something’s not quite right. There’s no warmth, no weight. When you reach behind you, you find nothing but air and sheets. You roll onto your back and sigh. Where is Calum? You blink open your eyes to find the ceiling all the same. Behind the closed door, you hear something that might be clinking pots. The whir of your fan is constant enough to drown out the sound. But you also catch Calum’s soft murmur.
Pushing up from the bed isn’t hard, but it takes you a moment to find clothes and when you’re halfway decent, you pad softly to the kitchen. There’s the hum of the oven vent and behind your ears picking apart the hum of the vent from the hum of the fan you catch the sound of Calum’s chuckle. “Duke, if your fur lands in their oatmeal they’re going to be mad at me.”
“No, I won’t,” you return, rounding the corner into the kitchen.
Calum turns to face you and a smile graces his face taking in the sigh of you dawning in his MAINE t-shirt. Though he definitely wanted it back at some point, he couldn’t deny the sight of you in it. “Morning.”
“Hey to you too.” You close the gap and press a chaste kiss to his lips. Calum hums against your lips and wraps one arm around your hips. The action is punctuated by another kiss initiated by Calum.
“Oatmeal and bacon sound okay?”
“Since when did we get bacon?”
“I bought it today,” Calum answers, flipping over the three strips.
You turn just a little in his hold to get a good look at the time. It’s 9. “When did you get up?”
“An hour ago. I had a dream,” Calum offers the sentence like it explains his early rising. The light trace of your fingers lets Calum know your attention is back on him. “It was a good dream,” he continues on.
“About what?” you ask.
Satisfied with the placement of the strips, Calum kisses your cheek. “You. Us.”
There’s another bout of silence between the two of you. You take in the slight scruff lining Calum’s cheek. “What about us?” Though you’ve always had to slightly pry to get things out of Calum you don’t take it personal. You know he’s always been a man of few words. It’s much more calculated with Calum. He wants to test the weight of every word on his own tongue before it crosses his lips.
“It’s about what happened last night.”
The sentence sounds like it’s just the first thought, the first thing he wants to convey. So you let it linger. Your heart starts to race in the silence, but you can’t push Calum too far too fast. He said it was a good dream, so maybe worry is a thing of the past. But you will always be a worrier.
“Have you always wanted kids?” The question doesn’t feel loaded. It’s even as it leaves Calum’s lips.
You nod at the question before verbally responding. “Yeah.”
“Same. Two seems like a good number?”
Your laughter is soft as you stay tucked into Calum’s side. His attention is focused on the pan, but the hand resting on you squeezes just a little at your flesh. “Yeah,” you exhale a little. “Two does sound good. More manageable amongst the parents.”
“What are you not saying, sweetheart?”
And there with one question Calum peeled back everything you had only hoped he hadn’t seen. He had seen it though. “It was a little weird, wasn’t it? That sort of came up out of nowhere.”
You start to unravel yourself from his hold, but Calum’s faster and keeps you in close. When he notices you settling, he says, “It’s not. Sure, maybe it came up quickly. But it’s not weird. When we’re both ready, I’d love to have little ones with you.”
His smile is soft, but genuine as it crosses his face. There’s more he could say. There’s more he wants to say, but it all gets lost in his throat when you laugh a little and mock him and his dreamy tone. He scoffs and goes back to fixing breakfast, leaving you to giggle at your poor imitation of him.
“You can keep teasing me, but you’d be hot pregnant,” Calum states.
“I’d be hot pregnant?” The question escapes you around tufts of laughter.
Calum only nods, because not even he can quite articulate the thought. But it sunk into his consciousness and into his dreams and the thought of you round with his child makes his toes curl. When he woke, he curled himself around your sleeping figure for only a few minutes and daydreamed about a bassinet in the corner of the room. In the fantasy, the baby’s room isn’t fully complete. There’s nothing more idyllic than waking up to both his loves within arms reach.