Page 18 of Under New Management

"What's wrong, baby? Is your stomach upset? Do you feel sick, dizzy? Tell me how to help."

She gives me a giggle and some of my anxiety calms back down. If she can giggle for me she must be alright.

"I'm already feeling better, silly. Please don't worry. I think I just have that bug that was going around on set last week. Remember my makeup girl, she had to take the whole week off and even then you wouldn't let her back on set until she took a flu test and it came back negative. I'll be okay tomorrow. I just kinda want to rest. I'm so tired and I think just getting some sleep would make me feel a lot better."

I spend the rest of the night worrying about her. I'm a fucking mother hen clucking away but damn it she is the most important thing in my world. I need her to be alright. I call Mason and Cora and ask them what I should do. Yes me, the guy with all the answers is initiating my right to phone-a-friend. Mason puts me on speaker and Cora asks me if I think she's pregnant. The question has me grabbing for the counter so I don't pass out because now I'm dizzy.

I think back to the last time my little star had me pick supplies up for her and it's been a minute. Like a month and a half. That's six whole weeks Monica hasn't had her period. Mason interprets my silence as a positive affirmation, "Listen Vin, I know a doctor who will come out and make a house call.’Course I'm going to tell her to charge the hell out of you because I can and she needs the extra money to start her practice. She's discreet and she knows her way around pregnant women. She's the O.B. for both Cora and my brother's wife."

"Thanks, man. That will be great. Uh, can you have her call me or..." I am a type-A personality. Normally I would be asking for a phone number and already trying to leave a message. I used to have two phones just so I could do twice as much at the same time but Monica told me it wasn't good for my stress level and made me put one of them down.

"Yeah, man. I'll have her get in touch with you as soon as I can."

I thank him again and make my way up the stairs. I stand in our doorway and watch her sleep for a long time. Thinking about putting a baby in Monica has me harder than a rock. The longer I think about it the harder I become until I have to take it out and give it a couple of strokes. I peel back the covers and roll her over on her back so that I can look at her. Monica has a habit of coming home and stripping out of her clothes. Sometimes she puts one of my shirts on and sometimes she doesn't wear anything at all. This afternoon she wore one of my shirts. I raise the shirt until it moves over her breasts and I have the perfect picture of soft globes topped with berry nipples and her still flat stomach, her hourglass figure with hips I am addicted to holding, and a naked shaved pussy that makes me want to stay in her for the rest of my life.

"Monica, sweets, are you feeling any better?" she mumbles but doesn't really open her eyes. Still she reaches for me and my heart just about bursts knowing that she wants me even in her sleep. I nestle between her thighs and push her legs further apart. She doesn't have to do a thing other than lie there. Hell, we don't have to even do anything at all if she woke up and told me she wanted me to stop I would right now. Her hands collide with mine that have been wrapped around my cock from the time I took it out. Her touch makes me drip precum with every pulse of my long thick member.

"Vin." Her sleepy little voice takes me by surprise and causes a shiver to shake through me. I run my hand up her body and give her breasts a little squeeze. Her eyebrows droop and I immediately let go.

"Are they tender baby?" she gives me a little nod, "Are they sensitive, sweet girl?" I cup them this time and rub my thumbs across her nipples lightly. She gasps and arches her back. I guess that's a yes on the sensitive part.

"Baby, do you want me to eat this sweet little pussy or stop? I'll stop if you want to or if you feel sick."

"No, Vin I want your mouth on me. I like waking up to you making me feel good." Her voice is already turning breathy.

I reward her immediately by giving her a lick from front to back. She squeals and curves her back up again. "This pussy is sensitive too isn't it?" I dive back in and use my tongue to caress her clit and tease her sweet little hole. She's writhing under me and before I even really settle in her body is rocking and shaking and she's cumming on my tongue. I raise my head to look down at her. Subconsciously my hand moved to her lower stomach to hold her there when I was eating my star out.

"Baby," I wait until she raises her eyes to meet mine, "when's the last time you had a period?"

Her brows dip again and her forehead wrinkles trying to figure out what that has to do with us making love. I see her mentally count back and then her confusion grows. "I guess it's been a while. I don't understand I'm usually so regular I can count on it down to the day."

I give her tummy a little rub but she doesn't lose her uncertain look. It never occurs to her that our future might be nestled in her warm body. I can't stop myself from smiling.

"Baby, why do women stop having their period?" she thinks for a minute and I wait.

"Oh my God, I'm dying? Why the hell are you smiling at me if I'm dying of some weird disease?"

Not where I thought she was going to take this, "Okay, one you are not dying. And two, no more medical mystery books no matter how hard you beg me to buy you a new one. And three," I pause. I want to sear this moment on my mind so that I will always be able to look back and see her face when she first realizes we're having a baby. "Three, I think you might be pregnant."

Her mouth falls open and she moves to sit up but when she's halfway up she flops back down, "Ugh, maybe I won't get up so fast. Even though I am excited and nervous and..."

I stare into her eyes and wait for her to finish.

"And I think I'm going to be sick." I don't let her try to make it to the bathroom with how dizzy she's been; instead, I hook my toe around the wastebasket by the bed and scoot it closer. I hold her hair as she uses her whole body to throw up. Some people throw up and walk away after it but not Monica. Monica doesn't do anything halfway. When she throws up it's like she's pulling it from her toes and using every bit of strength she has to work it up and out. We'll be throwing that one away and buying another one.

I run to grab her a washcloth and feel my phone vibrate. I spend some time talking to Mason who has already told the doctor about us and she is happily making her way over to us because of my very generous donation to her new private practice. I don't really care how many zeroes Mason promised her as long as she's on her way. Monica lets out a little moan and my attention is once again on her.

"You okay, my sweet girl?" she looks up at me and gives me a wobbly smile.

"I've felt better."

"Someone is coming to check over you and make sure everything is exactly the way it needs to be. Do you need anything?"

"Um, Vin," I lean closer to her, "is there any way we can...um, maybe test stuff out ourselves. I mean I understand the doctor is going to come and do all the things that will tell us for sure but I don't know, I just kind of want to..." she lets her voice drift off softer and softer until she's silent.

"Be normal? Pee on a stick? Have the memory be between me and you the first time?"

The smile she gives me could light up a room. She nods her head and I find myself taking her by the hands and slowly helping her to sit up.

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