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Frank couldn’t stop looking at Mel’s computer screen.
She was in the other room, hollering at him to read her the ingredients for a recipe she had pulled up on her laptop. They were going grocery shopping tomorrow, just like how they always went on Tuesdays. Neither of those things mattered, of course, because Frank couldn’t stop looking at the screen that was decidedly not pulled up to a recipe for chicken piccata written by some Food Network star.
No. Frank was looking at Mel’s Sims.
He knew that she played, of course. Knew that she had originally bought the game for Becca years ago when she had gone through a phase of playing for hours on end, making houses and designing outfits and trapping her characters in the swimming pool after she removed all the ladders. Mel had thought the game looked interesting, and the architecture bit seemed like a fun creative outlet, so she tried it. Had enjoyed it, even if she didn’t have much time on her day-to-day.
That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that, pulled up on her laptop, was them. Their family.
She had designed them what looked like a beachy sort of mansion, lots of cool toned wood and blue accents and open space. Big windows, lots of room.
There were Sims of them. A little Frank and a little Mel. Mel had her blonde hair in her usual braid, and Frank had a butt chin. Hilarious, of course, and they were both in dark blue tops and bottoms that were reminiscent of their scrubs.
Tanner and Millie had their own rooms, decorated with green and purple, respectively, with trucks for him and butterflies and bugs for her. There was a room for Abby’s little character, light yellow walls like her room in the house. Becca was sitting at a computer, as she usually is, hair in a ponytail and headphones on. Her room was reminiscent of a cave, and he wondered if Sims Becca was playing with her own versions of Sims.
None of that was what caught his attention. His eyes were stuck on one thing.
There, in the corner, was a baby. In a little crib. In a little nursery.
Their life to a tee, with all of their family in under one roof, with one tiny addition.
The baby was wearing a onesie. Their room was a light orange with white trim.
He smiled.
Mel was still calling to him from the other room. “How many capers does it need, Frank? I need to specify on the list so we know. And what even is a caper? I can look it up, I wonder what aisle it’s in. I can write that too.”
Frank’s chest hurt with how domestic he felt. How much he loved this woman. A baby. She wanted a baby. With him.
“I don’t know, honey,” he called. “Do you wanna come in here for a sec?”
He waited a minute, hearing her wander into the room, her slippers shuffling on the carpet.
Lifting his head to look at her, he smiled when he saw her. She was in her pajamas, like she usually was on her off days, and she looked so beautiful it was blinding.
“I might have to rewrite the list, Frank,” she sighed, bringing his attention to the paper list and pen she held in her hand. “I didn’t account for this dinner’s ingredients, so now there’s not room to fit them in the proper spot like how they are in the store, so I-”
She stopped, furrowing her brows at the adoring look on Frank’s face. He knew he was looking at her like a crazy person, with a goofy smile playing on his face and his breathing picking up slightly.
She wants a baby. With me. She wants a family.
Mel frowned slightly. “What, Frank? Do you not like the recipe?”
“I didn’t find the recipe, baby.”
“Oh. It’s under the recipe tab, I think it’s green-”
“That’s not it, sweetie. I found something else.”
Her frown deepened. “Don’t tell me you found your birthday present, that’s under the secret tab, you know you shouldn’t look at that.”
He smiled. Shut her computer. Walked towards her slowly, like she was an animal that was gonna be spooked. She was still not matching his expression at all, still looking at him quizzically. He slowly took the list and pen out of her hand, setting it onto the table.
“This is concerning me, Frank. You’re acting very strange.”
Leaning down, he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. Pulling back ever so slightly, he whispered against her lips, “when were you gonna tell me you wanted a baby?”
Her jaw dropped slightly, pulling back and shaking her head jerkily. “I- I don’t know what-”
“I found your Sims family, baby.” Their little untraditional family. Frank, Mel, Abby, Becca, Millie, Tanner, and their baby. A big house. Open concept. A play room, a king sized bed, a nursery.
As he said it, her eyes went wide. Her face flushed scarlet, and like she usually did when she was embarrassed, she spun around in a complete 180, facing her back to him so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye.
He laughed as she covered her face with her hands. “Frank,” she bemoaned. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
Frank took the opportunity presented to him to put his big hands on her waist, soothing up and down her sides, his fingers occasionally brushing the hem of her pants or the bottoms of her breasts. In one swift movement, he pulled her to him, his pelvis against her lower back.
She inhaled sharply, still holding her hands over her face, but he knew by the barely perceptible shift of her hips that she could feel his hardness against her skin.
“Baby,” he cooed into her hair, pressing a kiss to the skin behind her ear, causing a shiver to rack through her. “Don’t you know I’ll give you anything you want?”
She barely budged. “Frank. A baby is a big decision, you know that. I was just messing around, I just-”
Frank knew she was a horrible liar, and that was on full display with her wobbly voice and unsure cadence.
He pulled out the big guns.
“Melissa,” he said, voice stern and low like she had confessed to him in a post-orgasmic glow really got her going. “Turn around.”
She sighed, slowly taking her hands off her face and turning around slowly. When she finally looked up at him, she had those big puppy dog eyes, a slight pout on her pretty lips. He smiled wider.
His hand moved slowly, up and up, before ending with his hand around her neck. Not putting any pressure on her airway, but just holding her in place. Grounding her.
“Be honest with me, sweet girl. Do you want a baby?
She took a shaky breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I do, Frank.”
His smile turned wicked.
“Do you want me to give you a baby?”
She didn’t respond. Didn’t have to, if the shudder that ran through her was any indication.
Frank used the hand on her neck to pull her in for a kiss, deep and filthy, that had Mel’s hands bunching in the front of his shirt. His tongue delved into her mouth, their faces moving in tandem, before Frank pulled back, relishing in the way Mel chased his mouth as he retreated.
He squeezed his hand around her throat ever so slightly.
“You’re my pretty girl, right, baby? I could give my baby a baby. It could be real easy, we’ve had plenty of practice.”
Her eyes were big and wide, and she was blinking fast like she was trying to clear out her head. Mel made a noise like a new puppy’s whimper and Frank got even harder in his pants. He got a sudden and overwhelming urge to quit their jobs and move them all to Saskatchewan so they could spend all their time doing this, loving their family and fucking each other all day long.
“It’s just so impractical,” she whined, squirming in his grasp. “It was fake on my computer but it can’t be real because babies are expensive and we both work so much and we already have Tanner and Millie and Becca and a new baby would be so much work, and I just-”
“Sweetheart. Darling. Light of my life. We’ve already got our little family, what’s one more?” He presses a kiss right below her ear. He was trying to rile her up, trying to get her out of her head. “My baby wants a baby. I want to give her a baby. Do you want me to give you a baby?”
He pulled back to look her in the eyes. She still looked fearful, pouting slightly, like she wanted to say yes but was holding herself back.
“Baby. Say it. Say you want a baby.” Frank could feel his breathing speed up, could feel his adrenaline pumping. He wished he never had to let go of her.
She was still pouting. Cute. So, so cute. He wondered idly if their baby would have her eyes.
Mel reached her hands to hook her pointer fingers into Frank’s belt loops, pulling him even closer.
“Frank,” she whined, squirming in his hold, her shoulders wiggling. “Don’t make me say it.”
He took the hand not around her throat and moved it to her braid. He tugged. Only slightly, but enough to cock her head up. She tensed, stopping her movement, freezing in place.
His hand moved to rub her nipple over her sweater. Just stimulating slightly. Her nose scrunched.
He wanted to make her sweat. Relished in it, relished in knowing the effect he had on her.
Frank upped the ante. His hand delved under her shirt, tweaking her nipple still over her bra. Not enough to really get her going, but enough to put her on the edge of sensation.
She rolled her shoulders back, puffing her chest out lightly. Her eyes were screwed shut. “Frank,” she sighed, making him smile.
“Yeah, cutie?” He took his hand out from her shirt and rubbed her between her legs, over her pajama bottoms. “You’re looking real needy for me. Do you want me to stop? Go back to grocery shopping?”
Mel shook her head. Ground her hips down slightly into his hand.
Frank upped his pace. Deep pressure over two layers of clothes, right over her clit.
Leaning into her ear, he whispered, “are you wet for me, baby? Am I gonna feel you through your panties?” He tutted, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “It’s too bad you don’t want me to fuck you, sweetie. I sure would like to. You’d feel so good for me, always do, my pretty girl. So needy for me all the time. Are you needy for me now?”
“Yeah, Frank, yeah I am– I, I need-” she cut herself off with a gasp, still not looking at him, her fingers digging into his sides.
“Yeah, honey? Gotta tell me what you want, Mel.”
“Takemyclothesoff,” she rushed all at once, like the words burst from a dam. Her voice was high and needy, the sound going straight to his cock, her head bobbing forward like she couldn’t stand to hold it up anymore. “Take my clothes, off, please, off, off-”
Finally. Victory. Satisfaction.
“Yeah? Want me to get you naked?” The question was purely rhetorical, of course, because he was already pushing up her sweater, but Mel didn’t seem to notice.
“Yeah, yes,” she panted, sounding just a little out of her mind. “Please Frank, faster, I need skin to skin-”
His mind went blank.
“Skin to skin?”
“Because I’m your baby, Frank,” she rushed out, moving to unbutton his pants with practiced movements but shaking hands.
He broke out into a wide smile. Moved faster per her request, pushing her hands above her head so he could tug her sweater and shirt over her head in one go. Pulled his own shirt off in one movement and crushed their torsos together.
Frank crushed their mouths together, kissing her slow and hot and deep, his hands roaming up and down her sides. He pulled back slightly, just enough to basically speak right into her mouth. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he panted, grinding his pelvis into her stomach. “Skin to skin, cause you’re my baby.”
She nodded feverishly, moving her hands back to keep undoing his pants.
“I said clothes off, Frank. Your clothes aren’t off.”
“So sorry, sweetness,” he breathed. “How about we go to our room and we’ll get more naked?”
“That sounds good,” Mel affirmed, immediately turning on her heel and leaving Frank half naked and hard in their living room.
He stared at her retreating form. She moved with a purpose, shedding her bra as she went and undoing the tie on her pajama bottoms.
His Mel. His baby. His baby wanted a baby.
How could he have possibly gotten so lucky?
“You’re taking too long, Frank!” Mel called from the bedroom. “I’m getting cold!”
Frank laughed incredulously. There was no one in the world more perfect for him than Mel.
“Get under the covers, sweetheart. I’ll be there in a second.”
He blew out the candle on the coffee table (a scent somehow just called sparkling dreams, he couldn’t possibly conceive what that would have smelled like until Mel brought it home), checking that the stove and oven were off before taking off to the bedroom. He shed his pants as he went, hopping on either foot to pull the legs off as well as he could. He kept his socks on because Mel would freak out if she felt his cold feet on her skin.
When he got into their room, the space was lit with a single lamp on their bedside table. Frank could only presume that Mel had gotten naked because she was lying in bed with their comforter pulled all the way up to her chin.
She had never looked sexier. His favorite girl.
Frank couldn’t find it within himself to feel insecure, standing stark naked at the foot of their bed, because Mel was looking at him like she wanted to take a bite.
“Hey, baby,” he cooed, moving to the side of the bed, Mel’s eyes tracking him as he moved.
“Hi,” she squeaked, burrowing slightly more into their fluffy pillows.
In one swift movement, Frank lifted up one side of the covers and inserted himself in between her and the covers, covering her body completely with his own. Their faces were inches apart, and Mel reached up to press a chaste kiss to his lips.
His heart grew three times its size– just like the Grinch, another King family classic viewing. He didn’t think he could be happier if he tried.
Well, he thought, there could be one small addition.
“Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes, please. I– I’m wet. I need you, please.”
Frank took his cock in hand. “Yeah? You need me that bad? No prep, no nothing?”
“No, please, just- just do it, Frank. I need you inside.”
“Yeah you do, sweetness. Need me real bad.” He notched himself at her entrance, pushing in slowly, watching her squirm and furrow her brown as he did so. “That feels good, baby? You alright?”
“Yes, that feels good, Frank. Just- keep going, please.” One of her hands came up to rub her nipples, pinching and pulling as she liked, while she strained her neck to press a kiss to his lips.
Frank began to rock back and forth, holding her down in the way he knew she enjoyed. Fuck, he was so hard, a light sheen of sweat had started to form as hem oved against her, his sock-clad feet digging into their sheets. He panted into their kiss, slipping his tongue in ever so slightly and reveling in how she moaned for him.
“You’re gonna be such a good mommy, won’t you, Mel?” he asked against her lips. Mel canted her hips, a choked sound coming out as she doubled down on touching her nipples. “I’m gonna get you pregnant, gonna fill you up and make it take. Do you want a boy or a girl, huh?”
Mel squawked in answer, throwing her head back against the pillow. Frank took that as his cue to lift up her hips with one hand, pressing even deeper into her.
He barreled on. “If it were a girl, I bet she’d be smart like you. A boy would probably be loud like me, bouncing off the walls, but you’ve had enough practice with that, anyways. They’d have your hair and my eyes, my sweet girl. They’d laugh like you and I would love them no matter what.”
“Frank,” she keened, “I need it, please, I need it so much it hurts. I want to decorate a nursery and show through my scrubs and take prenatal vitamins-”
“Yeah, baby? An orange nursery, just like in the game?”
Mel nodded even as she panted through getting fucked into the mattress. “Yeah, it’s- oh, god- it’s Care Bare themed, I loved them when I was little-”
“I’ll buy you as many fucking Care Bares as you want, sweetness,” Frank grunted, pistoning his hips and bringing her closer to the edge. “I’ll always make you happy, I swear, I’ll take care of you and our family-”
“Our baby, Frank, we’re gonna have a baby-”
“Yeah, we’re gonna have a fucking baby, Mel, I’m gonna make you come first and then it’s my turn, and then we’re gonna go buy a test and we’ll do it over and over again until you’re fucking pregnant, and we’ll tell everyone we know and you’ll show up to work with your little tummy full of our kid, and-”
“Jeeze, Frank, I’m gonna come, just please touch me more-”
He immediately dove one of his hands under the covers to circle her clit, fingers slippery from her wetness, paying close attention to how her moans ratcheted up until she came like a wave, high and deep, back arching off the bed and moans echoing in their bedroom.
Frank let her ride the aftershocks as he grabbed her hips with both hands, thrusting once, twice, then he was gone, letting himself fill her up until she was shaking from the overstimulation. He pulled out, reaching for a pillow and shoving it under her butt and falling down on the bed next to her.
Eyes closed, Mel cuddled up next to him, resting her head on his chest, taking deep breaths in and out. Frank carded his hands through her hair, trying to focus on the glow and not how sticky their skin felt. He drummed two fingers on her shoulder like he did so often that it didn’t even faze her.
After a while, she spoke.
“Frank, you know it’s not hygienic for me to stay like this, right? I might get a UTI.”
He sighed, pulling her closer to his chest. “I know, sweetness. Let’s just wait a little while longer then we can get up.”
Mel looked up at him and smiled. Pressed a kiss to his nose. Then, leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“We can keep practicing, if you want. Y'know, just to make sure.”
Frank broke into a wide grin. “Whatever you say, baby.”