“Good.” She moaned, and slowly opened up her eyes to stare at me. Her lips looked pink and lush and from my vantage point, she looked sexy as hell. I felt a stirring in my pants and I shifted slightly as her foot rested itself and pressed into my crotch. She grinned at me as I moved her foot and I realized she had been doing it on purpose. I smiled back at her and grinned to myself. Just wait, Lucky, I laughed inside. She lay back and closed her eyes again and I started kneading her foot again. Then I quickly lifted it to my mouth and bent my head and took her big toe in my mouth and starting sucking it. I made a big deal of sucking it and really enjoying it. Within seconds, Lucky had sat upright in shock and there were several gasps from around the class.
“Zane,” she blushed as she pulled her foot away from me. “What are you doing?”
“Excuse me, you two.” The instructor hurried over to us. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave. This class is for couples looking to make the delivery process easier. It’s not for those interested in public sex displays.”
“What?” Lucky gasped and I could see from her face that she was mortified. “That’s not why we’re here.”
“Come on, honey. I guess we came to the wrong class.” I jumped up and grinned.
“No, we didn’t. This is the…” Lucky started and I grabbed her hand.
“This is the class for the up-tight parents, not the cool and fun, ‘we’re still going to f**k every night’ parents.” I grinned and stared at the redhead’s husband, who was looking at me with jealousy. “Let’s go home.”
“Oh my God, Zane. I’m going to kill you.” Lucky whispered to me, as we hurried out of the class. All the women were looking at Lucky in sympathy, but all the men were looking at me in jealousy. Poor suckers.
“Thank God.” I breathed the fresh air in, as we walked out of the building. “I thought I was going to suffocate in there.”
“What the f**k did you just do?”
“Now, now, mommy-to-be. Are you sure you want our babies to hear that language?” I looked at her with a shocked expression and she hit me in the arm.
“You’re an ass**le.”
“But you love me.”
“Zane, that was a serious class. You can’t do that stuff.”
“Lucky, that class was a bunch of bull. I thought I was in a horror movie at one point when the screaming started.” She shook her head and looked at me wordlessly as I continued. “And did you see the miserable faces of everyone else in the class? It was depressing.”
“It was a bit depressing.” She smiled slowly. “But, you were still out of order.”
“Did you really want to go back and hang out with those women? Did you really want to be a part of their mommy-and-me groups?”
“No,” She laughed reluctantly. “Okay, okay, you’re right. They sucked.” She sighed. “Let’s just go home.”
“Don’t be mad at me.” I made a face as we walked to the car. “Don’t leave me for my brother.”
“Idiot, if I leave you it won’t be for another goofy overprotective Beaumont, it will be for some hot stud.” She grinned at me, and then ran away as I tried to grab her.
“You better not even be thinking about any hot studs.” I felt a knife twist in my gut at the thought of Lucky daydreaming about some other man.
“Then you better not mess around in the next class we attend.” She gave me a look as we got to my car.
“What? We have to go to another class?” I sighed.
“We didn’t really learn anything tonight, asides from the fact that you’re a smart ass.”
“You knew that already.”
“Oh, and that you have a foot fetish.” Lucky shook her head, trying to stop herself from laughing.
“You weren’t exactly saying no.” I grinned as I started the car and winked at her. “And your foot was certainly telling me what you were thinking!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your foot was caressing me.” I raised an eyebrow at her and she frowned.
“What?”
“You were teasing my c**k with your foot.” I grinned at her. “Trying to get me turned on, huh?”
“Zane, I have no idea what you’re talking about. If my foot accidentally hit your crotch it was by mistake. I certainly wasn’t trying to turn you on in a pregnancy class.”
“Oh,” I laughed. “My bad.”
“Oh my gosh,” she laughed. “You’re too much.” She sighed and looked at me with a loving gaze. “I love you, Zane, but sometimes you’re just too much.”
“Sorry.” I laughed, happy that we could tease each over and have moments like this without her getting all angry and serious. “Shall we pick up some ice cream for Skylar?’
“I don’t think so.” She paused. “It’s a bit late. I’m sure she’ll be in bed. And I don’t think it’s good to give kids sugar late at night.”
“I think that’s just Coke and Pepsi,” I said, as if I actually had a clue.
“I’m pretty sure it’s sugar stuff as well.” Lucky made a face.
“I guess we should look it up.”
“Or we go to a pregnancy class.” Lucky reached over and rested her head on my shoulder. “That may be the best bet.”
“I guess so,” I conceded and groaned inside. How many more gory videos and loud-pitched screams was I going to have to deal with? I paused as I realized that it could be a lot worse. Lucky could be having a difficult pregnancy and we could be worried about her life, or the lives of the babies. All things considered, I guessed going to a pregnancy class wasn’t as bad as it got.
***
“Skylar, it’s time for bed.” Noah was standing by the stairs when we got home, with his hands on his hips. “You have to go up now.”
“I’m watching something.” Skylar called back to him, without moving her eyes away from the TV.
“Hey bro,” I grinned at my brother as we walked through the door. “Good night?”
“A trying night.” He shook his head. “Skylar, if you don’t get off the couch, there will be no TV tomorrow night.”
“That’s not fair!” She cried out, and looked up. Then she spotted me and Lucky, and broke into a smile before jumping off of the couch and running over to us. “Uncle Zane and Aunty Lucky are home, yay!” She ran into my arms and I picked her up and swung her around.