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Saturday, December 11, 2010
Testing Time by Shermaine Williams
Once again, the result wasn’t as she wanted, but Jennifer continued to stare at the tiny display as if she could change it with her mind.
It remained the same – she wasn’t pregnant.
Taking some comfort from Tom having already left for work, she had an excuse to keep the unwanted news to herself until evening.
For a moment, she stood still and silent, waiting for the anxiety gripping her stomach to subside.
As she prepared to leave for work, she tried to put it to the back of her mind, knowing she would have to deal with it again later.
The workday failed to ease her mind. Imagining how wonderful it would have felt to announce her pregnancy created a strong sensation, permeating her entire body and flaring up when she found her husband of two years already home.
“Hello, sweetheart.” Her attempt at a cheerful greeting came after a steadying breath, to ensure success.
“Hello,” Tom replied tentatively, appearing in the kitchen doorway and raising an eyebrow like he often did. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head as she approached, raising onto her toes to press a kiss to his lips.
His hum suggested he didn’t believe her, but she offered a smile in the hope it would be enough to fool him. Looking into the deep brown of his eyes, she imagined his reaction if she had been able to tell him they were expecting the best Christmas present ever. Knowing he would have been elated left her overwhelmed with a feeling of failure, emotion surging in her chest until it felt like it would burst free.
“I bought you something.” Taking her hand, Tom led her into the living room where a bunch of red roses lay on the coffee table.
Unable to hold back the tears that pricked the back of her eyes, Jennifer began to cry before he could pick them up.
“What’s wrong, Jennifer?” The concern in Tom’s tone was etched on his face, furrowing his brow as he searched his wife’s eyes.
“Nothing,” she replied between sobs. “The beautiful roses are a surprise.”
“Don’t give me that,” he gently scoffed, crushing the flowers as he folded her in his arms. “You don’t cry over flowers.”
Burying her face against his shoulder, wetting his suit with her tears, her heart swelled in her chest. Pressing her body to his with her hand on his back, his composure seemed sufficient to comfort her until she quickly became calm.
“I took a pregnancy test this morning.”
She felt his chest heave as he tightened his embrace, crushing the flowers further until several crimson petals fell to the floor.
Releasing her from his arms, Tom transferred his hands to her face, cupping her chin as he looked into her eyes. “Try not to get upset, we’ll keep trying.”
The warmth in his eyes had an instant effect, releasing her body from the bitter sensation that gripped her chest. “I think it's time to make a doctor's appointment to look at other options.”
For a moment, the couple was silent, lost in their thoughts and enveloped by serenity. “We probably won’t be able to get one until after Christmas so, for the time being, we need to take the time to relax.”
She nodded her agreement, a smile lighting her face before warming her body. Simply looking deep into his eyes let her know that everything would be fine – she could handle anything with him at her side.
“I’m going to cook; we’ll relax and leave all this aside for a while.”
Knowing he was right, she put the flowers down as the tension left her body. “That’s a good idea, I could do with a glass of wine.”
“No wine for you,” Tom immediately replied. “You have to look after your body even before you conceive.”
A seductive smile curled her lips. “Are you telling me what to do?”
“Damn right I am.” Standing in front of her, Tom gazed down at her, love and desire in his eyes.
Gripping her waist, Tom lifted her from her feet with such speed that he made her shriek with laughter before he took her breath away with a passionate kiss. Holding her tightly, he carried her to where he could pin her to the wall.
The pressure of his hard cock against her covered labia prompted her to raise her legs to wrap them around his waist, making her skirt ride up.
His skillful fingers took advantage of her exposed skin, thrusting his hand between their bodies to stroke up her thigh. His probing tongue explored her mouth, tasting her as his fingers slid beneath her panties.
Jennifer tightly gripped his shoulders, fuelled by fierce passion that surged through her body, making her ache for him.
Her body was already ablaze when the head of his thick shaft met her entrance, parting her folds before plunging into the warm confines of her pussy. She held him tighter, flattening her body against his for some satisfying pressure to her swollen nipples.
Tilting her pelvis, she rocked her body in time with his, easily falling into rhythm with the man she knew so well.
Throwing her head back, her orgasmic cry filled the room, her hot body trembling as Tom clamped his body to hers.
As Jennifer sat across from Tom to enjoy the meal he prepared, she didn’t know that the doctor would order a pregnancy test as routine at the yet-to-be-made appointment. There was no way for her to know that the next appointment she would make would be for a scan. She couldn’t possibly know that she would soon be craving anything that contained carrots – a vegetable she hated.
All she did know, as she lovingly gazed at her husband, was that she could look forward to a perfect Christmas with him.
Author bio: Shermaine is a Londoner who has been writing erotica for several years. She is published with Total-e-bound, Xcite and Phaze among others. She loves contemporary tales with a twist.