This Christmas

The night was done. My sister left and Warren and I were doing what two horny drunk people did at night. Beyonce's _Drunk in Love _blasted through the speakers in our bedroom from the sound system. He had me just how he liked me, bent over with my legs spread and my hands secured to my ankles as his fatty pushed and stroked my center.

He held my hips and drove me like a fine car. His balls danced at the bottom of my ass with every thrust. It was a beautiful cadence and a wonderful tempo. The music our bodies made was enough to make an entire symphony jealous.

After a sufficient pounding, he pulled me up. My back was slightly arched and my ass was tooted back as he continued to drill my sweet spot. I was loving it.

It lasted a while, drunk sex with Warren usually did. He strummed my clit with one hand; I came repeatedly. He held me in his arms and said, "You know I love you, right?"

"Yes, baby."

"It's team us forever, right?"

"Yes, team us."

He grunted and I felt him loading my pussy with his warm cum. Our lips touched. We kissed until his cock shrank inside my drenched center.

*****

Approximately one week after Diego left for his deployment, Ro asked me to watch Diego for a few days. She stated that she needed a break and didn't want to bother Diego's family. I gladly took him in for a few days.

It was late one Saturday night when Diego called. I answered my phone, "Hey, D, how are you?"

He seemed sad, "Man I swear shit just keeps happening," he said.

This had me concerned, "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Ro told me about the baby."

I heard him crying. I remained quiet. I needed to know what he was talking about. Through his tears, he spoke, "She lost the baby, thanks for watching Diego while she's recovering."

It made sense to me at that moment. "No problem, I'm here. Did you want me to wake little D up so you can speak to him?"

"No, just let him sleep. I'll try to call again tomorrow."

The call ended. I sat with that for an hour in my office thinking why the fuck would she put me in a position to lie to her husband repeatedly. My heart ached. I rose to my feet and went to my room.

As I undressed in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. I knew my doctor's appointment was coming up and they'd ask that dreaded question, "So have you been doing your monthly self-breast examinations?"

I knew it was a necessary evil. I felt my lovely breasts. I knew laying down was the best way but I figured I had nothing to worry about anyway. As I half-ass massaged my tits, I felt something strange on my right boob. I wondered if that had always been there or if maybe I was tripping.

I moved my hand quickly and decided it was nothing. I hopped in the shower and washed off.

******

On December 22nd, little D was going to be picked up by Ro. After church, my sister and I took little D out to eat and then we headed to my house.

He was taking a nap and my sister and I were relaxing in the living room. I told her about the strange knot I felt on my right boob and she said I should have it checked out. I was scared. I didn't need any more bad news.

"It might not be anything but you should get it looked at to be sure."

I nodded, "I will but if it is and the military finds out, what if they try and med-board me."

Her eyebrows lifted, "Maybe see a private doctor."

That gave me an idea. I would cancel my appointment with the base hospital and go off base to get checked out first.

The doorbell rang, I answered the door and there was Ro, "Hey, come in," I said to her.

She walked into my house and spoke to my sister. For some reason, Silvia was convinced Ro didn't like her. She made up an excuse to leave.

I offered Ro a seat. She attempted to refuse, "I'm not going to hold you up sis, I just came to pick up Diego."

I stared at her. She shrugged, "What?"

"What are you doing Ro?"

"You got your little sister here now; you don't need me."

My face scrunched, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Look, I don't want to argue with you, Jackie. I just wanna get my son and go home."

"You just wanna get your son and go home? You came here and asked me to watch your son because you needed some time to yourself and you went and had a freaking abortion."

"I know you're not judging me," she mocked as she pointed at me.

"I'm not judging you," I sneered, "I'm just tired of you putting me in a position where I have to lie to your husband."

"You're my friend, remember."

"I'm his friend too."

"So, what you wanna do, tell my husband everything and destroy my marriage?"

My heart hurt. It was hard to stand in front of someone that I loved but realized the friendship I had with them was no longer serving a healthy purpose in my life. I fought back tears, "Good night, Ro."

She went to the guest bedroom where Diego was napping and moments later, she left carrying her son out of my house.

******

Later that night when Warren arrived, I was in bed. I could hear him singing some crazy tune he made up. I could tell he had had a few beers. He was all smiles and a little glassy-eyed. Most nights when he arrived home drunk and horny, I welcomed him back with a nice long fuck but that night I just couldn't muster the energy to do it.

He undressed and I saw his love rod ready. He climbed into bed, "Your man is home."

He felt me under the covers wearing joggers and a tank. I usually went to bed naked because, hey, we got down like that. "Why are you wearing all these clothes? you're not on your period."

I chuckled, "No. I'm a little tired, babe. Can you just hold me tonight?"

"Are you all right?" he asked with concern.

I wanted to cry but I didn't want to divulge all of Ro's business especially since Diego worked with Warren and they were friends too. It was too messy.

"I'll be okay," I responded and moved closer to him. He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed the top of my head. He held me until I fell asleep.

*****

When morning arrived, I felt my joggers being pulled off. Under the covers, Warren was licking my center. I peeled back the comforter and witnessed how he enjoyed tasting me. I strummed the top of his head. My back arched as he flicked my gem with the tip of his tongue and two fingers penetrated.

Before I knew it, I started humping his face. The edge was near. My legs tensed and I squirted and said, "Oooh fuck!"

He came up for air wiping his chin. I saw that meaty sausage preparing to enter my gateway. He placed the tip at the entrance; we watched as my pussy devoured his cock inch by inch until his chest was close to mine and we kissed.

I held him in my arms. He was the only thing I had at that moment that made sense. As he drilled my center, I felt my walls collapsing on his cock. I was vibrating and pulsating insanely. He grunted and emptied every drop into me.

I wanted his baby. I prayed as his seed marinated in my yoni. I knew if I didn't get pregnant right then and there, it wasn't meant for us to have a child and I would concede to that. I kissed his mouth at peace with my reality.

*****

Tuesday, December 24th, our parents were scheduled to arrive. We had a debate over which parents would get the downstairs suite which had a bathroom. I felt my mom and dad should sleep there because they were married. His mother was single and could sleep upstairs and use the hallway bathroom.

He finally conceded but I knew his mother was not going to be happy about it but he had to live with me and not her.

When I first met her, she seemed like she liked me but after she found out I was having trouble getting pregnant there was some weird energy between us mostly because I got tired of her remarks. Telling me I needed to pray more so God could open my womb and that I needed to stop doing certain practices, such as wearing chakras and other stones.

I wasn't in the mood for her foolishness but Warren stated that he had talked with her and that she would be on her best behavior.

It was bad enough that Ro and I had stopped talking. Well, she had not called me and I wasn't about to call her.

That day, my parents arrived first. I got my mom and dad set up in the guest suite downstairs. And later, my mother went to the kitchen to start preparing the food she wanted to cook for the holiday.

She saw a picture of me and Silvia together on the refrigerator and damn near had a heart attack. She turned and scowled at me, "Why on earth do you have this on your refrigerator?" she asked as if she saw shit smeared on the door.

I walked over and took the picture from her hand and held it, "It's a picture of me and my sister. Not Lucifer." I placed it back on the refrigerator.

"Don't dare speak to me that way."

"What way? Because contrary to how you feel, me and that young lady have the same daddy. And if you were okay to forgive your husband...surely, you can't be mad at her. She had no control over how she came to be."

She rolled her eyes and went about her business in the kitchen. Later, my father came into the room and sensed the tension, "Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Your daughter just likes getting under my skin," she said as she angrily mixed ingredients for pie dough.

I rolled my eyes, "Your wife likes to be dramatic."

He chuckled.

"You can get out of this kitchen," she snapped at him.

"Relax, I just want a glass of water."

As he went to the refrigerator, he suddenly understood the source of my mother's discontent. He looked at the picture and was reminded of his wild days. The days he was out in those streets. He cleared his throat, quickly filled his glass with H2O, and left.

My biggest issue with my father fucking over my mom wasn't even the cheating. It was acting as if those three kids he created with the other woman didn't exist. I mean sure he sent a few dollars when he could but he wasn't emotionally or physically there for either of them.

Whenever I'd bring it up to him, he'd shut me down. I sighed.

*****

The day continued and the house came alive with wonderful aromas. My mother baked sweet potato pies, cooked gumbo, and had a turkey buttered up and ready to go into the oven.

When Warren's mother arrived, she spoke to us briefly, and then Warren helped her up to the room upstairs. My mother said to me, "Are you and Warren's mom getting along?"

I shrugged, "I suppose."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

My eyebrows lifted, "I'm going to go get something from upstairs right quick." I left quickly. Secretly, I just wanted to check my phone to see if Ro had texted me or called me. I did have a gift for little D and her birthday was approaching. Even though we had celebrated it early, I still wanted to spend some time with her on the date.

I went to my room. I looked at my phone, but there was nothing. I saw the towels and linen that I had set out for the guest bedroom where Warren's mother was going to sleep. I was supposed to stock the bedroom and bathroom before she arrived but got sidetracked.

As I approached the bedroom, I heard them speaking.

"Son, I keep telling you something isn't right with that girl. I think she's sweet and everything but she's not a real Christian. You can cut your losses now. You're both young. She'll be fine."

"Mom, stop."

"So, what you're just okay with never having kids? You said you wanted them now because she done put some voodoo curse on you, you changed your mind."

"Oh gosh Mom, please, I'm begging you."

My heart ached. I could have burst into the room but I knocked on the wall beside the opened door, "Hey, I brought some stuff for the bathroom and bedroom. Just in case you need it."

She gave me a half-smile, "Thanks."

I looked at Warren, "I'm going to go for a jog."

He nodded and walked over to me. Our lips touched briefly and I hurried to leave.

*********

My sister had traveled to South Carolina to visit her mother and two younger brothers. Well, our younger brothers. Our youngest brother Angel was seventeen and getting ready for graduation in June of 2020 and our other brother Francisco had joined the Marines.

I was alone walking on the beach. I needed time to myself. I stayed until Warren called my phone and asked when I planned to return. I told him I'd be home soon but didn't get there until I was sure everyone was asleep.

He was annoyed when I walked into the bedroom. "Damn Jackie, where the hell have you been?"

I shrugged and continued to the bathroom for a shower. He followed me and watched me get undressed.

"So, you're not going to tell me what the hell is going on?"

I laughed. It wasn't funny but it was. "Do you want a divorce?"

He made a face, "What is wrong with you?"

"I mean. We're both young. I can't birth no babies. What good am I?"

He gulped. "You heard."

"Damn right, I heard." I reached inside and turned on the shower.

The water ran. He stepped in front of me. "I'm sorry you had to hear that."

"In our house Warren. Your mother disrespects our marriage and our love in our house. Dismisses me like I ain't worthy just because I can't have a baby. That's your Christian mother."

"Hey, hey, hey," he said as he touched my face, "my mom was wrong. You know I would never leave you. I love you."

"I don't want to keep feeling like I'm the problem. If you want a divorce, fine. I'll deal with it."

"It's team us, Jackie. I'm not going anywhere. Look, we can try the thing you wanted to do. Have someone carry our baby."

"What about all the stuff your mother said about it not being of God."

His eyes teared, "God sent me you and if this is the route we have to take, then I have to believe it's of God. After the new year, let's do it."

"Really?"

"Yes, babe."

I bit my lip and pulled him into the shower with me, "I'm about to suck your dick so good."

"Fuck yeah," he said as he stepped inside. His wife-beater got drenched. I stooped down and pulled off his shorts. His cock filled my mouth. He had just made me happy. I hoped that he was serious and not just saying that to appease me.

He held my wet hair in his right hand and watched my lips encircle his girth. I felt his tip hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little. No matter how many times I deep-throated Warren, I could never get used to that first deep plunge but once I found that rhythm, I could suck the skin off his dick and make him whine.

After I licked him well. I stood and placed my hands on the wall. I looked back, "Tear it up."

He bit his lip and pushed into me. We both moaned. Then the thrusts began. I covered my mouth because he meant business, and I didn't want to disturb the people sleeping. I tended to be loud but not annoying like some women who overdid it.

My moans were sweet and when I talked dirty it was at the right moment. On the last thrust, I felt his cum filling me. I was glad it was done because any longer I was going to wake up the entire house.

My neighbors often said they could hear us fucking on our wildest drunk-in-love nights. That's what I liked to call them.