Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 14

[[[-IF4-P14.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 14: "Quotidian" ------------------------------------------- -*- Tuesday, June 9, 2015 -*- -*- Sandvika, Norway -*- The door to the guest bedroom was cracked open just a tad when I returned and knocked gently. Trish did not answer, so I peeked my head around the corner. She was still fast asleep; out like a light with Shredder (her favorite dog) napping at her feet on top of a blanket. "Hey, sleepy-head." Nothing. "Trish?" With still no response, I went into the room and sat on the bed alongside Trish. I paused for a moment before waking her, utterly entranced by the vision of the woman who slept so peacefully before me. Awake, Trish was gorgeous, but asleep she was undeniably an angel. With her brown hair fanned out across the thick pillow and her lips parsed just slightly, I felt my heart shudder in appreciation. I wanted nothing more right now than to snuggle alongside the curve of Trish's form just as I had throughout the night before waking up myself two hours ago. Instead, I touched her cheek with my thumb and stroked tenderly. "Hey, you." Trish's eyes fluttered a moment. When she stared up at me, a smile took shape on her face in recognition. Trish covered my hand with her own. "Hi," she said softly. "Hi." We stayed like that, gazing at each other for several long seconds, the connection between us alive and real. My ...

... eyes drifted downward, and I naturally focused upon her stomach. Shredder roused, then hopped from the bed. I ran my fingers up and down Trish's arm, asking her, "Have you told your mom the news yet?" Trish blinked as if she emerged from a wonderful dream back into reality. She withdrew her hand and glanced at the alarm clock beside her, then pushed herself into a seated position. "Oh, wow. It's eleven o'clock already? I cannot remember the last time I slept so late in the morning!" "You needed it," I told her. "Our bodies are still all out of sorts with that long airline flight from Peru." I took her hand in mine once again, then kissed it. "I actually spoke to my mom and my sisters on the flight home," Trish said. "Mom is really happy. It has been a struggle for her since Dad died nearly three weeks ago, but I think telling her that I - actually you and I, Jeremy - are finally pregnant brought a definite ray of sunshine to her. It really made her day." "You're the pregnant one, honey... not me." "Oh no," she responded, defiant. "You and I are BOTH pregnant, Jeremy. This is OUR baby." Trish glanced all throughout the bedroom several times. "Speaking of babies, where is Lindsay? She spent the night with us, yes?" I chuckled at her statement and the playful reference to our precious 20-year-old bride. "She woke up with me about two hours ago and we went downstairs and had breakfast with the others. We did not want to wake you, so left you here." Trish pouted. "But I'm hungry!" ...