|
Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 11, 2012 22:35:31 GMT -5
Hudson moaned playfully when she sat on him, but it was all in good fun because he didn't want it and knew she didn't either.
"Ooh Ryder is cute," he said with a rather flamboyant tone of voice. Becoming suddenly hyper, the accents were coming out and he was all about impersonations. "We can definitely do William for your dad, baby," he added.
This was so weird. He'd hated her just a few hours ago.. and now, here they were, discussing baby names. Hours ago he'd been depressed and eating ice cream, now he was going to be a dad and the love of his life was back. Was he dreaming?
|
|
|
Post by Esme Russel on Oct 11, 2012 23:10:51 GMT -5
Esme was actually not surprised that they were discussing baby names all snuggled up in the apartment because well it was her and Hudson and this was just what life was suppose to be like. "This is going to be a very blessed little boy because he's going to have the kind of daddy that little kids need." She laid down on the couch with her head in his lap and let out a heavy sigh, she could feel the little one moving around like flutters which would soon turn to kicks and punches and well Hudson was going to be able to feel his son or possibly but probably not daughter moving around in there.
"Have you given any thought to how many kids that you want? I think that I was three with you or maybe two, I want a girl and a boy at least or maybe two boys." She wasn't sure if she wanted to have another daughter.. She couldn't stand the idea of having that many hormonal women in one house. But, she also couldn't imagine a house full of boys in locked bathrooms doing god knows what which was what brought on her next question.
"Hudson... Do you... I know I want a boy and all but what if he doesn't love me? What if he grows up hating me because I'm his mom and he's a boy and we don't have anything in common?" She wanted to be a good mother and the idea that she could fail at it was scary.
|
|
|
Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 13, 2012 14:39:57 GMT -5
Hudson made a 'hmm' noise when she asked about how many children he wanted. "I don't really know, babe," he said. "No more than five I guess." But he certainly didn't want that many. He was going to change his answer when she started talking again.
"Oh Es don't be silly. Of course he'll love you, you're his mother! And if he doesn't, I'll send him to Danny and Blaine so they can whip him into shape and teach him true appreciation!" he laughed a little bit and bent down to kiss her on the forehead. "Are you sure I can't get you anything? All I do is eat and it feels weird to be chugging this coco in front of you," he said as he reached for the mug again, accidentally rubbing his chest over her face as he leaned forward.
|
|
|
Post by Esme Russel on Oct 13, 2012 15:08:04 GMT -5
Esme was about to ask if he meant five together or five total when he asked her once again if she wanted something. Did she want something? Yeah! She wanted a big delicious meal that wasn't plain chicken broth but if water was hard to keep down than a big greasy burger would be impossible. "Hudson, I'm really fine...." She knew him though and he was probably going to worry if she didn't at least try so she reached for his hot chocolate and stole a drink before placing her head back in his lap.
Yeah, that was a bad idea.
That was definitely a bad idea. She got up quickly and raced to the bathroom to throw up which she knew wasn't going to be exactly easy to hide since she was wretching quite loudly. She wiped her mouth and brushed her teeth before walking back out to the living room with an apologetic expression. "And that's why I don't want anything." She laid back on the couch with her head on his lap and let out a heavy sigh. "I feel gross."
|
|
|
Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 13, 2012 15:26:53 GMT -5
Hudson frowned when she came back to the couch. "Hun, you really need to get that checked out. And if this baby is making it hard for you to eat, I don't want anymore after him," he said. "But hey, let's not think about that. Wanna watch a movie?" He lifted her head and pulled himself from under it, placing a pillow where his lap would've been. Crawling, Hudson went to the television across the room and pressed the power button. Beneath the TV in a glass case were maybe fifty movies. It wasn't many, but they were pretty good. "Action, comedy, drama, horror.. what are you feeling?" he asked as he clicked the two glass doors open and watched them swing to the side.
|
|
|
Post by Esme Russel on Oct 13, 2012 15:44:09 GMT -5
"Whatever you feel like is fine with me... I probably won't really pay much attention to anything." Esme pursed her lips before standing up from her cozy spot on the couch so she could be at Hudson's side once again. "Hudson..." She purred softly as she started sucking on his neck then planting kisses along the side of his face, "What if we just make out for a little while?" She wasn't trying to get in his pants! Really! She just wanted to kiss him.
"We could get on the couch, light some candles.... turn on a little romantic music and just kissing without it having to lead anywhere." She wasn't going to object if he did want to go farther though.... Why would she? He always made sure she was well satisfied.
|
|
|
Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 13, 2012 15:55:21 GMT -5
Hudson smiled at her and closed the movie case. "That sounds like a good idea," he said. "And knowing you, kissing is going to lead to being naked which usually leads to sex.. but.. no one said it has to lead to sex," he added as his smile broadened. Honestly, Hudson had no problem with just walking around naked. And he liked sex, he really did. Even if it did freak him the fuck out because he had an irrational fear of his penis getting chopped off...
Anywho.
Hudson stood and slapped the light switch that was just behind the TV. "You get your pretty little ass back on that couch and let me get some candles," he said as he rubbed the top of her head and passed her, heading for the kitchen. The candles were in the highest cabinet so he carefully climbed onto the counter. "We've got pumpkin," he said as he started pushing through what was a surprisingly large amount of candles, "Clean Laundry, Ocean Breeze.. uh.. Apple Pie.. Pine.. Pumpkin sounds awesome to me. What do you think?" He was so happy he hadn't put his shirt back on. He really was ready for a romantic evening.
|
|
|
Post by Esme Russel on Oct 13, 2012 16:17:18 GMT -5
Esme was more than happy to get her pretty little ass back to the couch and well it didn't necessarily mean anything if she just took her shirt off, right? Right! She slipped her sweater off but left her lacy little bra on mostly because she didn't want him thinking that she was trying to seduce him which well maybe she was a little bit. "Pumpkin is a very... arousing scent." She was so trying to get in his pants!
"You know... it's totally safe to have sex while you're pregnant and some people say that it helps if you do it a lot because it makes giving birth easier." She was trying to tempt him by making him think of a baby coming out of her? Yeah, good plan. "And don't you miss hearing me scream your name?" What in the world was she doing? She didn't even know to be perfectly honest.
|
|
|
Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 13, 2012 17:31:55 GMT -5
Hudson chuckled as he grabbed the box of pumpkin candles and hopped down from the counter. Walking back to the coffee table, he arranged them nicely on a silver plate. "Weren't you the one just telling me that sex made you feel gross?" he asked with a smirk.
After lighting the candles, Hudson stood and pulled down his jeans. "Your turn," he said and sat next to her on the couch. "Oh music," he sort of whispered as he hopped up from the couch once more and ran to the stereo system just across the room. Grabbing a red CD from a shelf, he popped it in the tray and pressed play. Cheesy romantic music was soon filling the room as he hopped back onto the couch and kissed Esme's cheek.
|
|
|
Post by Esme Russel on Oct 13, 2012 17:44:04 GMT -5
"Sex with you is always lovely and besides, I don't need to stare longingly at your penis." Or at least she didn't usually so Esme assumed that she didn't have to start now. She slipped her pants off before straddling his lap and pressing her crotch against his. "I've been thinking about how wonderful it's going to feel when we finally do have sex for the first time after we've been apart for so long." She imagined that it was going to be fireworks! "I mean... do you remember our first time? I bet it's going to be just as amazing as that was."
She moved her hand to ruffle his hair before laying on her back on the couch with her body propped against the arm rest, "Unless you don't find me sexy anymore...." And she threw in a little pout to try and make him feel guilty if he found her pregnant body unappealing.
|
|
|
Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 21, 2012 15:42:52 GMT -5
Ah Christmas morning. Hudson's favorite holiday had always been Christmas. Not for the religious part.. it was honestly because of the gifts and the pretty lights. But shh, no one has to know that. The night before, he'd gone around the apartment filling the stockings that hung in the window and setting a few extra presents beneath the tree he and Esme had personally gone and cut down. Esme was the one that had done most of the decorating, but Hudson always liked to play Santa. Maybe because he knew about Esme's Santa fetish..
This morning he sat on the couch before the tree, watching as the little train circled its trunk at the bottom. A few of the ornaments were electronic and spun just like the train. He was mesmerized. And the fact that he'd earlier seen a very large present with his name on it didn't help.
The lights were off (spare for the tree) and it was about seven in the morning, so the sun outside wasn't really all the bright yet. He'd brewed some coffee earlier, having been up since six, and made a big stack of pancakes. Esme wasn't up yet, but he assumed she would be soon. So he sat, waiting, for his Mrs. Claus to come join him.
|
|
|
Post by Esme Russel on Oct 21, 2012 16:21:44 GMT -5
Christmas was Esme's favorite holiday ever! How could it not be? She had that Santa fetish... And there were a ton of Santas this time of year! How could she not be in absolute heaven? She couldn't exactly put her finger on it but there was just something about fat old men with white beards and red suits that made her all hot and bothered. Though it was a little sad this year since Jonathan had the girls but she wasn't going to focus on that. She was only going to think about the fact that she was currently pregnant with her husband's son and that she still needed to tell him about it!
She was actually feeling really good today! She'd taken one of the new pills that her doctor had prescribed to her and maybe it was actually working this time! She'd been on several different pills and none of them worked but this one actually let her eat and now she was absolutely starving. Was that pancakes that she smelled? Oh sweet Jesus, it was! She actually skipped out of their bedroom in one of Hudson's plain shirts which was baggy on her but it was still very obvious that she was nineteen almost twenty weeks pregnant right now. "Hudson! I love you unless that stack of pancakes is for someone else." She raised a brow before she grabbed a plate so she could take two pancakes and literally drown them in maple syrup.
"Hudson... Guess what I bought for tonight? It's a Mrs. Claus costume and you can be my Santa and tell me if I'm on the good list or the naughty list because I have been a very very bad girl." She wasn't really actually trying to get him to have sex with her which was obvious by her tone and the fact that she was eating actually kind of messy, too which she wouldn't do if she wanted him to think she was sexy. "It's so early but the baby is moving if you wanna feel?" She was finally starting to feel some little kicks and punches on the outside of her stomach.
|
|
|
Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 21, 2012 16:27:17 GMT -5
Hudson smiled at her when she grabbed the pancakes. "Of course they're for you! You and me, that is," he said happily, then looked back at the Christmas tree. "Costumes, huh? Sorry I can't grow you a real beard," he said with a chuckle as she came over. He patted the couch beside him and waited for her to sit.
"So what's that giant present there with my name on it, huh?" he asked, much like a little kid would if they saw something that big with their name on it. I mean, it was huge. At least two feet by two feet.
|
|
|
Post by Esme Russel on Oct 21, 2012 16:58:02 GMT -5
How did Hudson know how to make such good pancakes? Or was it because she hadn't ate anything solid in a couple of days? Either way! These were the absolute best pancakes that she had ever had in her whole entire life. She tilted her head when he asked about the present, "You should probably go and open the present if you wanna know what's in it." She poked him gently on the arm after she sat down on the couch at his side.
"I wanna know what you bought me! And I need to give you something really quick." She had almost forgot about the cake! She raced to the kitchen and returned with a box from a local bakery and inside was a small cake that she and Hudson could share. "Okay, babe, here's a little knife and here's the cake! Just take a slice and you'll know the gender of our baby." She knew that he was going to love their child regardless of gender but she was really happy to be having a boy.
She couldn't imagine having three daughters! The thought of having to teach all of those girls about periods and bras and birth control was scary as hell for her and all of those hormones in one house... eek. She would feel absolutely terrible for Hudson if he had to live with that!
|
|
|
Post by Hudson Phelps on Oct 22, 2012 15:28:40 GMT -5
Hudson grabbed the knife and looked down at the cake. He was shaking. "Wow this.. this is so exciting.. I don't even wanna know what's in that box anymore," he said with a cute little giggle. He was hesitating, taking it all in. The fifty fifty chance of it being a boy, a girl. Was it going to be blue inside? Or pink? Was he going to have a son, or a daughter? It all meant the same thing, but saying it differently was only causing Hudson more stress. Finally, as if almost on accident, Hudson plunged the knife down through the frosting but stopped half way through.
"Hold my hand. I know you know already but.. I want it to be like we're finding it out together," he said and waited a moment before Esme put her hand atop his. Alright, he was thinking to himself, we can do this. We're gonna cut the cake, and know about our baby. We can do this. We can do this..
Slowly, Hudson slid the knife out and down the other side, cutting a perfect triangle from the cake. He took a deep breath and pulled it back.
Blue!
Immediately, Hudson began to cry. Tears of joy, of course. "Greatest Christmas ever," he mumbled through the tears and reached across the hug Esme with his free arm.
|
|