Long Ball(41)

Megan laughs. “Baby girl, they will love you. You have so much sparkle inside you, it’s infectious.”

“Besides.” I tug on her pigtails. “If someone doesn’t love you, those aren’t the kind of people you need in your life. They probably eat glue and smell their farts.”

“Daddy.” Cora wrinkles her nose. “That’s gross.”

“Exactly.” I say with a grin. “Exactly.”

Megan whips her camera out. “Okay, picture time!”

Cora poses with a huge smile, all cares slipping away for the camera. She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in her uniform. All these other kids wish they were as cute as my daughter in her skirt and polo and pink converse shoes. They wish. No one could be as beautiful as Cora, except for maybe her little sister.

My hands drift to Megan’s gorgeous, budding belly as she directs Cora to pose in front of the school sign and by the front doors. Apparently, we must document ever single step she takes on the way to her first day of kindergarten. Not that I will later look over them and cry like a baby or anything. Nope.

Megan swats my hands away with a smirk and takes Cora’s hand. “Ready?”

She takes a deep breath and nods. “It’s buenos dias, right daddy?”

“That’s perfect!” I kiss her little hand, even though it feels huge and so grown up, walking into her new Spanish immersion school. “Abuelita will be so proud of you.”

“When can we go back to see her?”

“Soon, I hope. Abuelito can’t wait to feed you again.”

We come to her classroom, and she stops in front of the door whispering buenos dias under her breath a million times. I tug on her backpack strap and squat down to be eye level with her.

“Hey, baby girl. Take a deep breath. You are going to be amazing today, I promise. Not only do you have a daddy who teaches you espa?ol, but you also got to spend time in Venezuela! For an entire Christmas! You have done and seen more than most of the kids in your class. Remember how quickly you were able to talk to abuelito after we got there?”

She nods solemnly.

“You are so very smart, baby girl. Smart and eager to learn. Put those things together, and it means you’ll do amazing.”

“Besides.” Megan joins me, struggling just a little with her new belly. I rub it again, because I can never get enough. “This school is here to teach you. You aren’t supposed to know everything. You’ll be great.”

Cora wraps her arms around both of us and takes a deep breath. “Okay, mommy. You’re right. Adios!”

We kiss her and hug her again. We’ve barely got her backpack hung up before she’s settled at her table with her new classmates, chatting everyone up about her time in Venezuela.

“Oh, she’s going to be the big know-it-all,” Megan sighs good naturedly. “Of course she is.”

“I like her being a know-it-all. She’s going to own that class. Bonillas are meant to lead.”

“Speaking of leads…” Megan checks her phone. “We need to hurry home. I’ve got a listing to show a client in forty minutes, and I’m going to be late.”

“They’ll understand,” I wave her off. “It’s not every day your baby girl has her very first day of school.”

“I hope she loves it.”

I squeeze Megan’s hand. “She will.”

We head home to our obnoxiously big home in our new neighborhood. It’s old, wealthy, and close to work. I never thought I’d live in a place like this, but if we’re going to have the Bonilla baseball team we want, then we need the space to fit them all. This beautiful baby girl Megan is growing in her belly is only the beginning.

Megan slips ahead of me for the kitchen, eager to grab a cup of decaf before leaving again. She starts the Keurig and makes a face. “Decaf just isn’t the same.”

I lean against the entryway to the kitchen, watching my beautiful, pregnant wife move around the kitchen, putting up dishes and grabbing a coffee mug. She looks absolutely stunning in that tight little dress, emphasizing her baby belly and her incredibly huge pregnancy tits.

I’ve got to the get to Kauffman and she’s got to get to a showing, but my hands are already on my zipper as I come up behind her at the sink.

“You look so sexy today,” I murmur against her neck. She shivers a little but tries to push me away. I run my hands down her sides and up under her dress. “I’m sure your clients wouldn’t mind if you’re a little late.”

“Jamie,” She pleads, but only half-heartedly. “We both have work!”

“We just dropped our baby girl off at school. I think this deserves a little celebration.”

“We celebrated last night. Twice. Remember?”

I place lingering kisses down her neck and feel her press herself into me. Oh, I’m going to win. “Yeah, but that was celebrating that we kept her alive until school started. This is celebrating us dropping her off. There’s a difference.”

She turns to face me, trying to look serious, but I can see the want in her eyes. “You’re terrible. I’m a huge whale not fit for making love.”

I take her by the waist and set her on the kitchen island. Her thighs spread for me and I run my hands up them, straight to her waiting center. She gasps a little as I run my finger across her panties. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life. Seeing you carrying our child turns me on more than you will ever understand, Megan. Let me show you the things you do to me.”