“Huh?” Lucky looked at me weirdly. “What are you talking about?”
“When we make love, will they see my c**k sliding in and out?” I tried to ignore the look of laughter that had entered Lucky’s warm chocolate brown eyes as she stared back at me. “It’s not funny, Lucky. This could be a serious issue.”
“I don’t think it’s a problem, Zane.”
“What did the doctor say?” I asked her brusquely.
“What did the doctor say about what?” She sighed.
“About us making love before you give birth. Can I dislodge them?”
“Zane, you’re big, but you’re not that big.” Lucky started laughing. “I’m pretty sure that everything is fine. But no, I didn’t ask the doctor if your c**k will harm the babies if we keep having sex. And he didn’t ask me how big you were, either.”
“Well, if he asks you can tell him 8 inches.”
“You mean 4?” Lucky laughed and I pulled her hair. “Okay, okay. If he asks I will tell him 7 inches.”
“Fine.” I leaned over and kissed her again. “I’m not sure of the width. Should we measure that so you can…”
“Zane, shut up.” She kissed me back hard and I rubbed her back as she melted against me. I attempted to pick her up so that she could sit in my lap, but there wasn’t enough room for her to fit on my lap next to the steering wheel. I reached down to the side of my chair and pushed it back as far as it could go. Lucky tried to climb on top of me and this time she barely fit in as she straddled me. I lowered the back of the seat and she leaned forward and brushed her br**sts against my lips, before reaching down to unzip me and pull my hardness out of my pants. She sat back slightly and was able to pull my hardness out. My member grew at the touch of her fingers against my skin and I groaned as she caressed the tip of my cock, and she squeezed the pr**um out and then ran her fingers back down the length of me. I closed my eyes and Lucky attempted to bend down to give me a blow job, I felt her lips on me for one second before she cried out in pain.
“Ow, ow. Don’t move. Please don’t move.” She cried out and I peered down to see that her hair was stuck in my zipper. “Shit.” Her fingers tugged at my pants as she attempted to detangle her hair.
“Watch it.” I flinched as her fingers brushed against my c**k roughly. “I don’t think that pinch was on purpose.” Lucky’s eyes flashed at me as she continued playing around with my zipper and her hair.
“Ow,” I muttered as the zipper chafed against my skin. “Are you trying to make it so I can never have kids again?” Lucky glared at me as her fingers pinched my foreskin as she tried to work her hair out.
“Just hold still, will you?” Her voice was brusque and she fiddled around some more before finally detangling her hair and sitting back. She looked at me with a wry smile before sliding back over to her own seat. “Sorry about that.” She made a face and I nodded as I stuffed my battered member back into my pants gingerly. “Do you want to try again?”
“Maybe not right now.” I shook my head and smiled at her weakly. “Maybe now we can go home and think of ways to distract ourselves from this incident.”
“I guess we can invite Robin over.” Lucky started hopefully and I shook my head again.
“Noah needs to sort this out by himself. If we get involved, someone is going to blame us. I don’t want us to get caught up in any drama.”
“There is no drama.”
“Trust me – if we get involved, there’s going to be drama.” I gave her a warning look. “And we have our own problems to deal with.”
“What problems?” She frowned at me as she pulled on her top.
“Well, the wedding, getting ready for the babies, deciding what you’re going to do about school.”
“I didn’t know you considered the wedding and our babies problems.”
I closed my eyes and counted to ten. It’s pregnancy brain, it’s pregnancy brain. Don’t react. I repeated over to myself a number of times before I reached over and grabbed her hand. “I love you, Lucky.”
“Uh huh.” She pursed her lips and then let out a small sigh. “Sorry, I think I just need to go home and sleep.”
“Are you tired?” I asked slightly worried that our attempt to have sex in the car had been too much for her.
“A little bit.” She nodded. “Sorry, but I just want to go back to the house and relax. Maybe we can discuss everything else tomorrow.
“Ok.” I nodded and gave her a long meaningful look. I stared at her face and at her body in wonder and my heart beat quickly as I realized how blessed I was to have her in my life.
***
“Okay, Skylar, we have to be quiet.” I put my fingers to my mouth as the little girl in front of me giggled at the mess we were making in the kitchen. “We don’t want to wake Aunty Lucky up.”
“I know, Uncle Zane.” She giggled again. “But you look so funny.”
“What?” I made a stern face at her. “I could never look funny.”
“You have flour all over your nose.” She walked towards me and tried to reach up to brush it away for me. Her small little arms didn’t reach, so I lifted her up so she could do the job.
“I got all the flour.” She smiled as she finished wiping my nose off and smiled into my eyes. “You have big blue eyes, like me.” She said earnestly and I nodded at her.
“Yes, I do.”
“But Noah has green eyes.” She looked at me, considering. “How comes he has green eyes and you have blue eyes?”
“We just got different features from our parents.” I smiled as I put her down.
“Do you look like your mom or your dad?” She played with the cake batter we had made, and added more chocolate chips.
“I’m not sure.” I attempted another smile at her, but this time it didn’t spread to my eyes.
“My mom was beautiful,” she continued, not noticing the effect her question had had on me. “My daddy used to tell me all the time. She was so beautiful that Cinderella was jealous of her.”
“Well, I guess we know where you got your beauty from.” I grabbed up the bag of Nestle chocolate chips before she could pour any more in the bowl, and pulled out some muffin pans.
“Do you think I look like Noah?” She looked up at me with wide eyes.