Ah'm in love with the most amazin' man on the face o' the planet. We've known each other fer about a year, but it's been the most amazin' year o' mah life. No one can really figure out why Ah've stayed with Logan fer so long an' Ah know fer a fact that mah darlin' brother wishes we'd never met.
‘Course now that we have a baby on the way there's no way in hell Ah'm letting Logan outta mah life. Not that he's eager t' go. After all, he did propose t' me. So now we're not only havin' a baby, but we're gettin' married as well. It's a wonderful feelin', knowin' that Logan loves me so much.
The mornin' sickness sucks, but it's not s'pose t' last much longer.
Logan's been great through it all. He holds mah hair back fer me when Ah get sick an' rubs mah back till Ah'm confident that Ah can get up without pukin' mah guts out. Fusses all over me, too. Gets me whatever Ah want no matter what time it is. Mah biggest cravin' so far has been fer All Dressed chips with chocolate sauce and a side of pepperoni. Logan just grins when Ah ask fer it an' immediately goes to fix it up fer me.
"How long are these cravings supposed to last?" Logan asked as he brought me a plateful o' apple slices covered with salsa.
Ah shrugged mah shoulders an' held mah hands out t' take the plate from him. "Couldn't tell ya. They could last right up till Ah have the baby. There's no way t' tell fer sure."
Logan dropped his head down onta mah lap, taking the plate from mah hands and settin' it on his stomach. "Do those actually take good?"
Pickin' up an apple slice, Ah brought it t' mah mouth an' took a big bite. Under normal circumstances Ah hate salsa. Can't stand the stuff, but right now Ah seem t' be puttin' it on just ‘bout everythin' Ah eat.
"This is amazin', sugah," Ah moaned, lickin' the juice from mah thumb. "Ya really should try it. Ya'll love it!"
Logan didn't try it. He never tries any o' mah cravings unless it involves some type of meat. Even then he's kinda picky. As soon as chocolate gets anywhere near the meat he refuses t' eat it. No matter how hard Ah try Ah can't get him anywhere near chocolate. Ah think he's mashed his head once too many times when he was a fighter. How can a person not like chocolate? Sure he had a bad first experience when he got a brain freeze from the chocolate ice cream, but that was so long ago. Nearly twelve months.
"How about you enjoy your snack while we watch the hockey game?" Logan suggested, shudderin' slightly as Ah picked up another apple slice.
"Big baby," Ah muttered under mah breath, smackin' his forehead ‘fore turnin' mah attention back t' the game. "Yer an' overgrown child, Logan. Ya do know that, right?"
"Eat your apples, darlin'."
When the game was over, the two o' us headed up t' bed. Ah think Boris is a little upset ‘bout the fact that he can't sleep in bed with me anymore. Logan an' Ah are a little more active than he's used t'. So now he sleeps in front o' the fireplace every night rather than chancin' our bed.
The thing t' know ‘bout Logan is that he has certain little rituals that he started performin' once we found out that Ah was pregnant. Logan gets very annoyed when someone interrupts these rituals o' his, even growlin' at Boris when he tries t' get in the middle o' one.
Now what is this ritual o' Logan's that's so all important?
"Do you think that it's possible that you could lay off the cravings you keep giving your Momma?" Logan said softly, his lips brushing against mah as he spoke.
Ever since our doctor told Logan that the baby can hear what's goin' on in the outside world, Logan would talk t' it every night ‘fore we went t' bed an' every mornin' when he woke up. More than once, Ah'd woken up t' find Logan talkin' t' mah stomach, his fingers lightly tracin' patterns on mah skin.
"Now don't get me wrong, I want you to have everything that you need or want," Logan continued. "But is it really necessary to make her eat such strange things? Pickles and whipped cream? Do you have any idea how disgusting that is? Now don't get me wrong, pickles and whipped cream are good in their own way.... Whipped cream's real good. I'd tell you about the best uses for whipped cream, but I think you're a little young for that. Your Momma would probably kill me if I told you about that."
"Damn straight Ah would," Ah informed him, sinkin' mah fingers inta his thick hair.
"Like I said, your Momma wouldn't like me telling you about whipped cream even though it probably is part of the reason--"
"Hey! No more corruptin' our child!" Ah cried, interruptin' him. "Ah want our child t' be born without yer flaky morals."
"Flaky morals?" Logan demanded, crawlin' up the bed so that he was spread out over top o' me, restin' comfortably between mah thighs. "And just what about my morals are flaky?"
"Let's see, there's yer taste in hockey teams."
Logan pressed a kiss against the tip o' mah nose. "Die hard Red Wings fan. Try again."
Ah grinned up at him, wrappin' mah arms ‘round his neck. "How ‘bout yer work ethics?"
"I'm on time every day and never stay late so I can get home to you as soon as possible," Logan reminded me, his lips trailing down t' mah cheek.
"Ya don't like mah brother," Ah attempted, knowin' there was no way that one was gonna stick, but tryin' anyway.
Logan gave me a pointed look, silently askin' me if Ah was insane. "You don't even like your brother."
"Ah do so love Scooter! He's mah brother!" Ah insisted, but we both knew how annoyed Ah was with Scooter fer his little stunt at the weddin' a few weeks before. "How's yer head, by the way?"
Logan scowled playfully at me, lowerin' his head down so that his face was inches away from mine. "My head is fine, you little tease. Now let's stop talking about your brother so that I can kiss you."
An' he did just that. Lowerin' his head down so that his lips brushed gently against mine at first. Logan knew just how much that drove me crazy an' would always pull back when Ah'd try t' increase our contact. When he began trailin' his lips down t' mah collarbone, Ah knew he was desperately holdin' onta control. That was Logan's safe zone. He'd focus on mah collarbone whenever he wanted t' get himself under control so that he could keep things slow.
So Ah made it mah job t' do mah best t' keep him from gainin' that control.
While Logan was focused on mah collarbone, Ah flipped us over so that Ah was straddlin' his waist. While Ah had Logan's attention, Ah removed the sports bra Ah wore t' bed an' tossed it over mah shoulder. That got Logan's attention right away. When he's not busy talkin' t' mah stomach, Logan is most definitely a breast man.
"You're evil," Logan informed me, slidin' his arms up mah body an' lightly cuppin' mah breasts.
Ah grinned down at him, grindin' mah hips down against his. At his moan, Ah murmured, "Nice o' ya t' notice, sugah."
A quick shift an' Ah was once again lyin' under Logan. His eyes were so dark an' intense that Ah swear they were drillin' right inta mah soul. Logan was the one t' break eye contact as he once again began trailin' his lips down mah body. This time he made quick work o' mah collarbone,
instead turnin' his attention t' mah breasts. He covered every inch o' mah breasts with his lips an' tongue, purposely avoidin' mah nipples which had hardened inta stiff nubs by that point.
"Yer the evil one now," Ah moaned as he tortured me so wondrously.
Logan chuckled, restin' his chin in the valley between mah breasts so that he could grin up at me. "Fair's fair, darlin'."
Logan took pity on me, though an' wrapped his lips around mah right nipple as he began pullin' mah panties down. Mah nerves were all on edge at that point an' the gentle scrape o' fabric against mah legs had me tremblin' all over. Ah snaked mah fingers inta his hair, holdin' him tight against me as he slowly eased himself inta mah body. As Ah felt him stretchin' me so fully, Ah maneuvered his head back up.
"God I love you," Logan groaned as he shifted his hips slightly. He buried his face against mah throat. He trembled as Ah squeezed mah internal muscles ‘round his cock.
Ah felt mahself beginnin' t' tremble as well, his erection causin' such wonderful friction inside o' me. He would push himself in so deep an' stretch me so wide that Ah just wanted t' stay like that ferever. If Ah could just freeze time an' make this moment last ferever Ah would spend the rest o' mah existence in a state o' pure bliss.
Logan's lips felt like fire on mah skin an' the short curly hair on his chest felt amazin' as they brushed against mah nipples.
"Please... Logan!" Ah shrieked, wrappin' mah legs ‘round his waist tightly. Ah wanted to hold him as deep in me as possible as Ah felt mahself flyin' closer an' closer t' the edge.
Logan moaned mah name, his thrusts becomin' more an' more jerky with every second that passed. He flung his head back, his eyes finally findin' mine. Logan stared deep inta my eyes as our emotions slowly spiraled outta our control without our permission. Neither o' us were ready fer it t' end, but there was nothin' we could do t' stop the eventual explosion. A wonderful, glorious explosion that had us both screamin' in pleasure.
Ah held Logan's sweat soaked body against me then, soothin' his tremblin' with soft kisses t' his brow an' gentle hands runnin' over his back. Logan was mumblin' unintelligibly under his breath an' even though Ah couldn't make out what he was sayin', his meanin' soon became very clear.
With a quick roll, Ah was once again lyin' on top o' him. Ah could still feel him inside o' me an' moaned at the sensations it created as Logan moved us ‘round. When he finally decided we were settled, Logan let out a deep sigh and wrapped his arms ‘round mah waist. He cradled me gently, pressin' kisses against the top o' mah head.
"I'm glad that doing this won't give the baby a concussion," Logan murmured, pressin' his cheek against mah hair.
"No concussion fer the baby," Ah whispered, lettin' out a quiet yawn. "Ya know, this is gettin' more an' more exhaustin'. Either that or Ah'm not made t' stay up so late anymore."
Logan chuckled, his chest vibrating slightly. "It's barely even eleven o'clock. A few months ago we would stay up all night long doing just this."
Ah lifted mah head so that Ah could see his face, pressin' a kiss t' his chest ‘fore speakin'. "In case ya've fergotten, a couple months ago Ah wasn't pregnant an' had more energy t' make long, sensual love t' ya all night long," Ah moaned, stretching languidly above him so that mah hands slid down his arms so Ah could link mah fingers with his.
Logan gave me that gorgeous half smile o' his, his half lidded eyes alight with joy. "Keep this up and I'll have to prove to you just how wrong you are."
"Can ya prove it t' me tomorrow? Ah'm about t' drop off at any moment. That way Ah can have a nap t'morrow afternoon," Ah pleaded, movin' our hands an' brinin' them up t' our chests.
Logan was laughin' once again. "That's not the point, darlin'. You're not supposed to get a nap beforehand."
"Well Ah'm pregnant an' yer s'pose t' humour me," Ah informed him, rollin' off o' him an' onta mah side.
While Ah got mahself comfortable, Logan reached down t' the end o' the bed and pulled up the blankets. He pulled them up over our shoulders, creatin' a huge pocket o' warmth fer us t' get comfortable in. Ah snuggled up against Logan's massive chest. Almost immediately, his massive arms came ‘round me, holdin' me tight against him. He was so blessedly warm that Ah never wanted t' get outta bed.
Unfortunately, in the middle o' the night the little person growin' inside mah womb decided t' use mah bladder as a kickball an' Ah had t' go t' the bathroom. That meant havin' t' get outta bed an' more importantly, outta Logan's arms.
Logan, bein' the deep sleeper that he is, didn't so much as twitch a finger the entire time Ah was gone. Ah was ‘bout t' shout somethin' an' wake him up, but then Ah realized just how beautiful he looked right then.
The moonlight filterin' in on him, coatin' his exposed skin in silver. He was lyin' on his stomach with his right hand curled up in front o' his face. Ah carefully sat down on the edge o' the bed, starin' at him. His eyes began t' twitch an' flutter like he was wakin' up.
"I thought we had this discussion ‘bout staring at me while I was sleepin'," Logan mumbled, reachin' an arm out t'wards me.
Ah slipped back under the covers an' curled mahself against him. "Not mah fault ya look so beautiful when yer sleepin'."
"I'm a man, Marie. I'm not beautiful," Logan whispered against mah forehead. "Men aren't beautiful. Now go to sleep, darlin'."
Despite being the one who had wanted to stay up all night making love, Logan was the first one of us to fall asleep. Once he was asleep again, Ah shifted gently so that Ah could stare down at him.
No matter how much he denied it, Logan was a very beautiful man. The sharp angle o' his nose contrastin' perfectly with his wide, full lips. He had cheekbones an' a facial structure that Ah've only seen on statues ‘fore Ah met him. Add the mellowin' effect o' the moonlight and the way his dark lashes brushed lightly against his cheeks an' Logan was truly beautiful.
Ah'm not exactly sure at what point Ah fell asleep. Ah just stared at him till mah eyes wouldn't stay open any longer.
What Ah do know is what Ah woke up t'.
"... odd woman. She called me beautiful. I'm a man. Men aren't beautiful. It's against the guy code. Only pansy ass fluffs like your Uncle Scooter are beautiful. Not that he is. Personally, I don't know what Jeanie sees in him. The guys got a flag pole shoved up his ass. Now don't tell yer Momma I said any of this or she'd kill me."
"Too late," Ah mumbled, not entirely ready t' wake up, but grinnin' nonetheless.