Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 12

... the rest of our family. We could make funny faces and be goofy, she said, or just act natural and have fun with it. "Put your arm around me," Trish instructed me with a happy, joyous tint in her voice, as we sat in the booth and faced the camera lens. Our windbreaker jackets on the floor beside us, we had privacy in the booth with its curtain closed, but there was noise and chatter from passerby shoppers all around us. "Can I?" I teased Trish, slipping an arm around her. "Will you?" "Squeeze together," I offered and we huddled close, as I inserted 25 Norwegian Krone (a little more than $3 in USD) into the machine, starting it up. Trish placed the side of her face upon mine and smiled sweetly as the timer in front of us began to count down. "What are we doing?" "I don't know," she said. "Just smile at first, wing it." Offering my best _happy face_, the first photograph in what would be a series of them occurred. After that initial flash, Trish promptly reached into her handbag and pulled out what appeared to be a tiny beanie hat, its color white, and held it up in front of her with both hands. I tried to pay the hat no attention, focusing on the camera and smiling brightly for the second shot. After it, I noticed Trish's brown eyes drift downward toward the hat and she let out a foolish giggle. When Trish pulled away from me, I instinctively held out both arms in an attempt to bring her in closer for the next photograph. "Squeeze together," I insisted. But Trish was now ...

... facing me and holding the little beanie hat just inches from my gaze. In bold, cursive letters, there was a single word etched out across the front of the hat - _Baby_. Confused for a brief moment, I stared at the word, but quickly got the idea. When I made eye contact with Trish, she giggled merrily once again and tilted her happy, glowing face to the side, staring right back at me with an expression so full and vibrant, it reminded me of our wedding day. "What?" I choked at her. Unable to control her giggling, Trish vigorously nodded her head at me and nearly began to cry. "For real?" I asked, overcome with emotion myself. "YES!" Trish sobbed, still giggling and nodding her head. My spine tingling with raw, positive vibrations at the realization that I was going to be a father for the fourth time, I bumped noses and foreheads with Trish, and the two of us held that same position for quite some time as we laughed and smiled together in mutual, utter delight. Although Lindsay had clearly been my focal point of late in terms of attempting our next pregnancy, Trish had been an equal priority of mine up until the day her father died. She had not been in many sexual moods since that horrific day, obviously, but I must have did the deed, so to speak, before it. Wait a minute, was this true? Really? After five months of trying, Trish was finally pregnant! I kissed her on the forehead, then she brought a hand to my face and rubbed it. "For real?" "For real!" Trish exclaimed in response, ...