The Soldier Next Door

…Ana POV…

I never have since Ethan, apart from our wedding day, so happy the past few days. We have been going through endless catalogs ordering things for the boy’s room. He is going beyond what is needed, but I am letting het do what he wants. He deserves this after everything that I have put him through with the uncertainty that laid over his head.

I can say, and I honestly believe so, that our marriage is completely back to where it was before this mess. As for Luke, he seems to have completely disappeared out of our lives.

I am happy; even though I am very ill, I am happy.

…Ethan POV…

I have never been so happy in my life before. Things between Ana and me are back to where we were. It feels good to be a couple and almost a family.

She has been getting very sick. She will tell you that it is not as bad, but it is. She finds herself in the bathroom at least every hour. She finds it hard to get out of bed most of the days.

One thing I can at least say is that she is listening to Doctor and me and eating healthy and not just snacks. Unfortunately, it does not stay in long, but I make her eat again then. I want her to give the babies enough of the things that they need.

I am in the kitchen making her breakfast when I feel a cold set have hands wrapping around my waist. She presses her belly tight into my back, and I cannot help but curl my mouth in pleasure.

Then she slowly makes her way around the counter, swaying those goddamn hips from side to side. She is only wearing her bra and panties. They definitely weren’t the ones she was wearing earlier. They are a dark pink matching set.

I only but grind on my teeth, knowing that she is doing this on purpose.

“Hey, what are you doing out of bed?”

“Coming to see what you are doing,” she spins me around and gives me a little peck on the lips.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes,” she smiles at me; I look at her as I frown, and she only but nods her head, “You sure?”

“Yes, I am. I cannot stay in bed the whole day. I need to get out a bit.”

She slides one of the counter chairs closer, and I help her to get onto it comfortably. She only but chuckles at me, “You cannot do everything for me.”

“Then how do you think you are going to get on that chair, missy.”

Before she can protest, I pull her against the depths of my chest. I take in a deep breath and press her even deeper. “I love you, Ana.”

Instead of answering, she reaches out to me, putting her small, warm hand on the back of my neck. Then she kisses me, first lightly, then more urgent. Her hips are tilted against mine; her breasts are against my chest; her whole body is sending a message that is undeniable.

Then she nibbles my ear, touching my face softly with her fingertips, and she whispers, “You feel so good. I miss this.”

“Me too; I miss you.”

The mere thought of seeing her naked just makes me grin a wicked smile.

My hands travel up her body, caressing her exposed skin. Then I slide them to cup her breast, rolling her nipples between her fingers. I brush her hair away from her face, and she turns and allows me to explore her sensitive flesh. My fingers are hovering ever so near her pink panties.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”

My heart starts racing, and it feels like I might just have a heart attack. Every one of my senses is heightened. Then she leans forward and licks my bottom lip. I nearly crash and die.

My restraint snaps, and I wrap one arm around her waist and one around her chest, slipping my fingers under the lace of her bra to find her nipple. My grip tightens, molding her onto my torso, and I press my lips to her shoulder. My hips jerk, pressing my erection onto her lace bottoms.

Then, I consume her mouth like a fire, my sleek tongue stroking the insides of her mouth, curling and entwining with her own. She lets out a soft whimper.

“Ssshhh Ana,” pulling her face-to-face again, I slide my hands between her legs, positioning my fingers and thumb. I nuzzle against her, my lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing her way up to her earlobe.

“God, Ethan.”

She sighs as I work my fingers against her slick seam, and in an instant, she loses her pose and loses herself in her own pleasure. I watch as she squeezes her eyes shut and clamps her thighs against my wrist, snapping her hips up before she freezes. All her muscles contract against my fingers.

I press her back even further on the chair and slide my tongue inside her. She lets out another shattering moan. Every time I hit the perfect spot, she makes the most glorious sounds, raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as I continue to plunder her with my tongue. She grabs my hair to even drive me in further. I keep thrusting into her, crooking my fingers and hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Her moans become long, and she burst into a high-pitched orgasm for the second time.

But I am not done. I drive inside to her once again, but this time I kiss and suck and worship every inch of her. I tease each of her nipples until they are hard and standing at attention. My tongue trails her belly, around her navel. Loving her. Tasting her. Moving down again, I meet her sweet clit that is begging for my touch. I swirl and swirl around, drinking her scent, drinking her reaction until I feel her tremble beneath me again.

I look up and find her gaze; much to my surprise, I see that she has been watching me all this time, “God, Ethan, I want you.”

I pick her up from the chair and carry her to the bed. Much to her shock, I cuddle her under the blanket and leave the room.

“Ethan, where are you going?”

“I need to finish breakfast.” I look at her with a wicked smile.

“But, you can just leave me like this.”

“Oh,” I only but smile at her. “I just did. Now get some rest. I am nearly done.”

I hear her grunt and mumble under her breath, “Guess that is payback.”

I only but burst out in laughter as I completely disappear off into the kitchen.

…Ana POV…

I can’t believe that he actually touched me. He has been really hesitant about making love to me, let alone being so intimate with me. Our relationship is clearly on the mend. But now the wicked man has let me come to bed all worked up and frustrated. It is hard having sex with this belly in the way.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

I can’t wait for the boy to be born; I think somehow the worst is yet to come. Not worst in a bad way, like worst in getting far bigger than I already am. Guess I will have to do with what I can get at the moment. But yes, I sort of did wear these panties on purpose; I know how he loves the pink even though he won’t admit it.

But then…

“Ethan,” my voice echoes through the house. I can hear him drop a pan as he comes racing from the kitchen in the room.

He looks at me in silent horror, “What is wrong?”

“Come feel,” I pull him by his arm closer. “The little soldier is moving.”

I can see the giant smile build on his face as he holds my tummy even though he cannot feel a thing. From the corner of his eye, there is a tear that is starting to build.

I love this man so much; I will hate if I ever have to leave this man one day.

But we have not resolved the issue about him wanting to deploy in a few days. I have sat and thought about this a lot and I know what should be done, but if it is the right thing to do that is completely another story on its own.

I don’t want to lose him now at such an important point in our child’s life. So it is with great fear that I look at him in the eye and pull his hand closer, “Soldier, I have been thinking.”