Heading out of the office, I go down to the kitchen and set up a pot of coffee. I need something dark and bitter right now. But I also need to figure out what’s for breakfast. I could do another casserole bake, but I’m thinking more along the lines of pancakes, bacon, and eggs.
Maybe some spicy sausage so Sophia has a reminder of our night last night.
No.
No, I don’t think that would actually work out the way I’d want it to. She might not see the humor in it.
Shit.
Running upstairs, I head straight back into the office to grab the laptop and head right back down to the kitchen.
Opening up a search browser, I type in the words I never thought I’d see myself typing.
What do you feed pregnant women?
Shit.
What the fuck does folic acid have to do with anything?
No uncooked meats, no blue-veined cheeses, no high-mercury fish. Gotta watch her caffeine intake. Milk, fruit juice, and cheese all need to be pasteurized.
Fuck me.
I mean I can cook or do anything she needs, it doesn’t look too complicated. But I sure as fuck didn’t think it would be this many things to eat, not eat, or to watch out for.
“What the fuck was I thinking?” I ask myself and turn to my fridge. “Dick goes in hole, baby comes out. That’s all I thought.”
“What?” Sophia asks, sounding a little annoyed as she walks into the kitchen.
Fuck.
I was so wrapped up in my own shit I didn’t even hear her moving about the house.
That’s… That’s not good.
“Sit down,” I say and point over my shoulder to the stools in front of the kitchen island.
“What?” she repeats, and I can hear that tone again from yesterday. The same tone she had right before I got a coffee cup thrown at me.
Looking into the fridge, I start checking my fruit juice bottles to make sure they all say pasteurized on them.
“Orange juice or pineapple… Scratch the pineapple juice. Orange juice?” I ask.
“Coffee,” she grumbles as I hear her sit down behind me.
“Coffee’s not good for you,” I say and grab the bottle of orange juice from the fridge.
She stares at me like I’m stupid as fuck. “Then why are you making a pot?”
I shrug both shoulders and head to the cabinet to get a cup for her juice. “Because it’s not bad for me.”
Sighing so loudly I think the people in the international space station heard her, she says “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Setting the juice in front of her, I point at her flat-for-now tummy. “It’s not good for the baby.”
Red? Tomato? Nuclear fallout? Those words and more could be used to describe the look that comes over Sophia’s face the instant she realizes what I’m talking about.
“Give me a cup of coffee or I’ll stab your dick with a fork,” she growls before standing up and heading toward me.
“Look, I just want what’s—” I try to say before she passes by me and grabs a coffee mug down from the cabinet.
Pouring herself a big cup, she looks at me and says, “I doubt I’m pregnant, James. I know last night and the other time were… Look, I don’t think it’s happened. But I really do need to get my pills and take them.”
The way she emphasizes the word take annoys me. It’s as if she’s trying to tell me with that one word to fuck off.
“Caffeine in moderation is okay, I guess,” I say before turning back to the fridge and grabbing the eggs, spinach, tomatoes, bacon, and cheddar.
She can have her coffee. I would say I’ll be damned if she tries to take another birth control pill, but I’m pretty sure I’m already headed to hell anyways.
Turning back, I watch as she pours more sugar in her cup of coffee than I’ve ever seen someone pour.
“You want some coffee with that cup of sugar, sweetheart? I mean, if you need that much sweetness in your life, I can help…” I smirk at her when she looks up at me.
Swirling my hips in a good imitation of a hula girl, I love the little grin she gets on her face before she tries to hide it.
“If your dick comes near me in the next twenty-four hours, I’ll punch it,” she grumbles before walking back to the stool slowly, like she’s in pain.
“Fuck!” I nearly shout as I move to her. “What’s wrong?”
Motioning at me to stay away, she gently sits back down on the stool and frowns at me. “You really don’t know anything about women, do you?”
Tilting my head to the side, I look at her and cross my arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“James,” Sophia says with a shake of her head as she starts to blush. “I’m… sore down there right now from…”
Seeing Sophia blush gives my cock a fresh stirring of vigor. Like I don’t know if seeing a woman blush is a kink, but fuck, it’s so damn sexy on her. Her pale flesh flushes and there’s a small bead of moisture on her upper lip from her coffee…
Damn, I’m starting to get that feeling again from last night. The one where I want to do dirty, dirty things to her. I want to dominate and control her. I want to force her up her peaks and push her through the valleys.
To break her over my cock…
“Don’t even think about it,” Sophia snaps at me.
Suddenly I realize I’ve been slowly moving towards her like a cat about to pounce its prey.
“Think about what?” I ask as innocently as possible.
“James, if you try to have sex with me right now, it’ll hurt, and not in the way you think,” she says and starts to move away from me.
Looking at the way she’s moving though, I can feel my predator instincts kicking in.
She’s like the wounded gazelle on the plains…
And I’m the cheetah about to bring her down.
“Mmmhmm,” I growl quietly at her.
Maybe she’s already pregnant. Maybe she’s going to get one of those big sexy bellies. The type I’ll rub my hands all over before moving them up to her big, luscious tits.
“James!” Sophia says loudly as I try to cut off her route of safety. “I’m serious, I’m so raw down there it hurts. I honestly think you bruised my cervix, James, because I’m starting to cramp.”
Pain.
Shit.
Fuck.
Asshole.
Me.
“Shit,” I say as I shake my head, snapping myself out of the hunting mode I was slipping into.
“Yeah,” she grumbles as she walks back to her stool.
Her ass looks so fucking good in my sweatpants, I want to slap it, but I doubt I’d get to keep all of my fingers if I did.
“So, are you like… really hurting down there?” I ask and make little gesture towards her painful bits.
Fuck, what is wrong with me? I say down there now instead of pussy?
Shaking her head at me again like some disappointed teacher, she asks, “James, you’re how old and you don’t know about this stuff?”
“Hey…” I start to say, but she cuts me off.
“It feels like I have a sunburn on top of a bruise right now,” she snaps.
“Oh,” I mutter as I back away quickly and head to the stove.
If I can’t fuck her, I’m going to feed her.