Claddagh and Chaos (5 page)

I made my way into the kitchen and found my Christi sitting at the bar, a huge smile across her face. I wrapped my arms around her and attached my lips to her neck, causing her to squirm as my two-day-old scruff tickled her skin.

“Pa ... trick!” She giggled as she said my name.

“Mmm,” I sounded into her neck. I placed my hands over her perfect round stomach and my cheek to hers as I rocked her back and forth.

“How was your game, Babe?” She quietly questioned, her tone happy and content.

“Don’t care; the food my fuck-hot girl made was the hit of the day.” She turned her face toward me, her smile even bigger than when I first came into the room. “Thank you.”

I pressed my lips to hers, turned her more toward me, and deepening the kiss. I made certain everyone in the room saw that kiss and my hands that continued to rub her belly. I had my own way of sending subtle messages that I was in no way interested in Theresa.

“I hear you two are having an ultrasound this week?” Ammo asked.

I didn’t stop kissing my Christi’s face as I answered her. “Yes, we’ll see if the baby cooperates this time.”

We’d had an ultrasound when Christi was twenty weeks, but our baby was stubborn and refused to spread those little legs. It seemed like the twin thing was continuing with their babes as well. Christi’s doctor offered us a second opportunity to see the sex of the baby.

“Pfft! Doubtful; this is the child of you two, after all.”

I didn’t even try to comeback at that one since Ammo was correct; Christi and I both had a stubborn streak.

Monday morning found us heading to the doctor’s office. Christi was sitting beside me as we drove down the street, hands intertwined, and soft music playing . I carefully pulled into a parking space, then made my way around to help my wife out of the car. Luck was on our side as the elevator doors were wide open as we approached. Keeping Christi’s hand in mine, I placed her in the corner of the elevator and pressed the button for our floor.

The nurse took us back into the ultrasound room and gave Christi a gown to change into. Once she left the room, Christi removed her shirt and bra. Last night she must have hit her horny stage in the pregnancy as she woke me up three times to have sex. This morning, I woke to her riding me like a rodeo cowboy, her beautiful breasts bouncing in my line of vision. The girls had grown another cup size in the last few weeks. You could bet your ass I took those fuckers in my hands and mouth; making my girl scream.

Once Christi was dressed and sitting on the table, the tech knocked on the door and Christi told her to come in. Sandy was a middle-aged woman who wore her cat-eyed glasses on the end of her nose. She had short, bright red hair and red lipstick. She reminded me of a chubby Tammy Faye Baker.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Malloy. How are we today?”

Sandy took her seat and began to type on her keyboard.

“Very well, thank you,” I replied.

“Are we ready to see what we’re having?”

We both answered yes at the same time, laughing as I placed myself closer to my wife.

“Good, then let’s get started.”

Sandy lifted Christi’s gown and applied some of the blue gel to her stomach. I asked Christi if it was cold, but she told me no, it was actually warm. Sandy informed us that all of her ultrasound gels sat on a heating pad, as using cold gel was just a mean thing to do to a pregnant lady, causing all of us to laugh. Sandy moved the wand around Christi’s stomach for several minutes. The whoosh-whoosh sound of our baby’s heartbeat filled the room and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Dad, perhaps you should have a talk with your baby about cooperation.”

I leaned my body over Christi’s stomach and placed my index finger above her belly button.

“Hey, little one, can you cut your old man a break and do what Ms. Sandy wants you to do?”

Suddenly, the baby shifted on the screen and Sandy hit several buttons that froze the picture on the screen. She then took the mouse and pointed at what appeared to be the head of a turtle.

“Mom and Dad, I’m definitely a boy.”

I looked at Christi to see her pointing at the monitor.

“Patrick, we’re having a boy.” Her voice was full of emotion, which triggered my emotions. I lowered my head and began to kiss her face, tasting the salt from the tears that were landing on her delicate face. I, Patrick Malloy, mob boss, was crying on my wife’s face as I looked at the first pictures of my son.

“PATRICK, I WANT TO HOST an engagement party for Maggie and Angus.”

I gave my Christi the look that, without question, said, “Are you asking or telling me? ”

When Angus came to me and asked me for the use of my boat, I thought he would be using it that weekend or the next. However, he waited several months. I didn’t, nor did I ever plan to, ask him why he’d waited. Listening to my Christi laugh and congratulate Maggie was my reward.

Her heart-stopping smile made my pulse increase as she cleared the distance between us. Her lips tasted of apple and spices and pure Christi. Her warm tongue carefully slid out to play with mine, and I moaned at the essence of it all. The tease let me only have a small sample before she withdrew and continued with what she was doing.

“I promise to keep it simple,” she added, skimming the paperwork that now held her attention.

“Christi, you don’t need my permission to spend money.”

“I’m aware of this; I just like to keep you in the loop.”

I tucked her closer as my hands drifted south to her hips. We were well into her pregnancy at this point. I had become very good at back and foot massages, as well as three o’clock in the morning supermarket and fast food drive-through runs. She continued to wake me at all hours of the day and night to take my cock in her mouth or her pussy, but I certainly did not complain.

“I thought we could have it here in the house, just close friends and family.”

I nuzzled my face into her neck, nipping and kissing the entire area. I could feel her nipples harden as I continued my exploration of her body. I didn’t wait for her to start things, I placed her on her side and began removing her pants. A small giggle escaped from her chest, but not a single word of objection was uttered. I kept her on her side as I entered her from behind; a position we both found worked well for us. I had access to all of her important triggers, and she could relax and get lost in my touch. My lips never left her neck as my hard cock slid gently into her wet folds. I loved my wife’s swollen belly. She had been sexy as fuck when we first got married, but now she was absolutely irresistible. The softness of her skin and the delicate smell of her fragrance did nothing to discourage me.

“Patrick,” she moaned, her voice laced with want, whisper soft. I knew what was coming, so I reached around, taking her erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger, adding slight pressure and a tugging motion.

“Shhh, baby, I’ve got you.”

I moved my fingers from her nipple to her engorged clit, alternating between pinches and circles. Her body was shaking with her impending orgasm. The sensation giving me permission to let my own orgasm out of the gate.

“Mmm ... Ooh,” her voice was slightly high-pitched as her shaking increased.

“That’s a good girl, let it go, come all over my cock.”

Suddenly, her hands were in the top of my hair as her orgasm hit her hard. I would swear to God she pulled out enough to make a bald spot, not that I uttered a single complaint. Her body jerked forward, reaching for that final rush of ecstasy.

“Oh, my God, Patrick!” Her breathing was ragged, her body moist with sweat.

“I know, sweet girl, I know.” I pulled myself from around her and tossed my sleep pants on. Since the weather had become chilled, Christi had started drinking apple cider. I made it a point to have a hot cup of it waiting for her every morning.

As I descended the stairs, I heard the distinct sound of the shower running. Her cider would be the perfect temperature by the time she was finished. Making a cup for myself, I grabbed the newspaper and began reading to see if there was anything of interest.

Minutes later, a freshly showered and dressed Christi presented herself beside me. With an innocent kiss to my lips, she snuggled into. “Before I forget, Sherman and Sharon want us to attend a dinner party at their new house this Saturday.” Christi removed herself from my arms and I offered her a steaming cup of hot cider. Sherman’s vow to never get involved with another woman disappeared immediately after he laid eyes on Maggie’s Ma, Sharon. She was a sweet, yet strong woman; nothing at all like Eileen. She took care of Sherman and made certain he knew how much he was loved.

I knew my wife well enough to know this was an event we would be attending. She might have been little, but she was full of hormones and could kill me if she chose to. In all honesty, she could get away with my murder because no judge in his right mind would convict a pregnant woman; again, the whole hormone issue.

“Let me know the time and I’ll make certain I’m available to escort you.”

“Sherman said five thirty; can you get away that early on Saturday?”

I kissed her forehead softly. “I’ll talk to my boss; I’m certain she’ll be fine with it.”

She smiled at me as she smacked my bicep. “I love you,” she chuckled as I left to go upstairs and get ready for the day.

Books had his meeting with his friend, Lucas, who told him no procedures had changed in regard to how evidence was handled. However, he did tell Books there was rumor of a particular agent who was in some trouble. He said he wasn’t certain of the details, but he would do some digging. Books told him we would make it worth his time and gave him a sample of what this valuable information could bring him.

I had been riding Books hard to stay on Lucas to find out all he could about this agent in trouble. I had an eerie feeling about this situation. This could either work to our advantage or disadvantage, depending on what was happening. Since that first meeting, we hadn’t had any more shipments broken into. My dad felt it was purely coincidental; I didn’t agree.

I dressed in my new suit Christi had gotten me. I owned a million suits thanks to my sister, Amex, but this was the first one my wife had picked out for me, and I wore it with pride.

I made my way down the steps, only to stop short when I heard Theresa talking with Christi.

“So anyway, is Patrick going to be out again tonight?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Christi. I mean no offense, but your husband is pure sex on legs and I don’t know if I could trust him to be out all night and not know what, or who, he was doing.”

I wasn’t going to let that bitch put thoughts like that in my girl’s head, so I made a beeline for the kitchen. I didn’t say a word as I snatched my wife up and kissed her with everything I had.

“You be ready when I get done with my meeting. I want to do something special with you tonight.”

Christi didn’t say a word; she only nodded her head and smiled the special smile she saved just for me. I kissed her nose, then dropped to my knees.

“Son, do me a favor and be extra nice to your ma. We’re two lucky guys to have her and I plan on showing her every day for the rest of my life how much I love her.”

I kissed her belly and headed toward the garage.

Take that, you nasty whore.