Making Babies With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance) (5 page)

“
Let’s just go. I called Dr. Mauler when I was at the office. He is expecting us,” she said as Natasha walked round to the driver’s seat.

“
I always thought you were too good to be just an assistant, Stacy,” Natasha said as she slipped the key into the ignition. Stacy smiled at her.

“
Well…okay, I’ve got nothing,” she said shrugging her shoulders. She fastened her seat belt and put her bag in the back seat.

“
Can I have the rest of the tic tacs?” Natasha asked as she began backing out of her parking space. Stacy opened her mouth to talk but then handed Natasha the tiny jar. She must have known that she was about to fight a losing battle. “Thanks! So we’re still having Chinese after this?” Natasha asked as they began to drive off. Stacy took a deep breath and nodded. Where to eat was another losing battle.

Mitchell opened the bedroom door and poked his head through. Natasha was still lying on bed in a fetal position. He felt sadness go through him as he looked at her. She had been like this for two months now. He knew exactly how she felt because he had also been excited to be a father too. He longed to see that beautiful baby Natasha carried…the first, second and third time. He hated going through the same thing over and over again, having to get all excited about the baby and then losing it all over again.

The first time she told him she was late was just a couple of weeks after she decided to toss her pills. To say that he was excited was an understatement. He was glad he had seen the nursery, through. He had even gone shopping, getting onesies and color coordinated outfits. He smiled when he recalled the argument he had had with Natasha about buying unisex colors.

“Three generations in the Schmidt family have always been characterized by a first born male. This one will not be any different,” he had said in his defense.

“
Well, you could be wrong and I would hate for my baby girl to think she was an accident,” Natasha had said with a smile.

“
How exactly would she come to that conclusion?” Mitchell probed. Natasha shrugged.

“
Remember those photos of you as a baby where you are wearing a pink bunny suit? You know, the one with cuddly bears all over?” she asked. Mitchell frowned.

“
We were never to talk of that again,” he said. Natasha laughed.

“
I am surprised that bit of your past didn’t mess up with your sexuality,” she said. “And that is exactly what I am talking about when I say I need to ensure my child is not traumatized seeing herself in blue sailor uniforms,” she added. Mitchell smiled and put an arm around her.

“
We could make this easier on ourselves and just get a scan,” he said. Natasha smiled when she heard a hint of hope in his voice. “They do have special machines for that kind of thing you know,” he added. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“
I’m sorry Mitch. I know you are a big part of this but I get to puke, I get to hate all the food I love and I get to have a nine pound baby pushed out of my you know what,” she said looking at him.

“
Don’t forget the pooping on the table,” Mitchell said matter-of-factly. Natasha gave him a look that screamed ‘I would kill you if I didn’t love you enough.’

“
So, Mitchell Schmidt, all points considered, I call shotgun,” she said with a sly smile. Mitchell nodded. He knew when to and when not to engage his wife in a battle, especially when she was already on a winning streak.

All this excitement had been cut short when Natasha woke up one day bleeding. At the time, she was still in her first trimester. This being her first pregnancy, she did not know what to expect. Even the “What To Expect When Expecting” literature proved to be pointless at this time. In the first few seconds, she had all the wrong thoughts going through her mind. It could have been implantation bleeding…but she was way past four weeks which meant only one thing. She was miscarrying. By the time she got to the emergency room, the pain in her abdomen confirmed the painful truth the doctor uttered. She had lost her baby.

As much as she was devastated, she was still willing to try again. So, as soon as she was all healed, she was back on the horse trying everything she could to get pregnant again. And she did but only to be disappointed once more.

After two consecutive miscarriages, she didn’t think she could do it anymore. She was even thinking of adoption. After all, a baby was a baby, right? All she needed was some little person to love. It didn’t matter who the baby came out of. All that mattered was that the baby would be hers. Mitchell was against adoption at first but Natasha managed to twist his arm eventually. But the adoption process was not as simple as they expected. There were too many logistics. The lady at the adoption agency had even told them that some parents could be on a waiting list for as long as two years. Natasha didn’t think she could handle another two years without a baby.

During that time, Mona, Rita and Stacy had almost moved into Mitchell and Natasha’s home on Mona’s proposition.

“
As a mother I can tell you that there is nothing worse than losing your child. We need to be there for her,” Mona had said. “She is our family and she’d do the same for us,” she added.

After a couple of months, Natasha thought of a third try. Mitchell was unsure. He began doubting his ability to be a father.

“Maybe there is another way. Surrogate maybe,” he’d said. Natasha shook her head.

“
We’re not there yet. We are not that desperate,” she said with a smile.

“
Tasha, baby, I cannot watch you suffer again. I don’t think I can handle it,” he said. For the first time since she knew him, Natasha saw Mitchell shed a tear. She looked into his eyes and wrapped her arms around him.

“
Third time’s the charm, right?” she said before kissing him. He looked into her eyes and smiled.

“
We’ll be okay, right?” he asked. She nodded.

“
We’ll be just fine,” she said.

Those words were like burning spears now. She shed a tear every time she relived the moment she said them. For the third time, she lost the baby….AGAIN. This was too much for her, and for the first time ever, Mitchell witnessed firsthand, the love of his life shutting down. She never talked, she hardly ate and she was always in bed curled up like a cold kitten. Mitchell sighed and walked into the room carrying the soup he had just made her.

“I brought you soup, babe,” he said as he put the bowl on the bedside table. She opened her puffy eyes and gave him a weak smile. “Aren’t you going to sit up and eat it? It’s shredded chicken, just how you like it,” he added.

“
I am not hungry,” she mumbled. Mitchell took a long deep breath and looked at her.

“
You need to eat something, Tasha. You need to keep your strength up,” he said. She shrugged and turned away from him. Mitchell felt his rage beginning to rise. He grabbed her and sat her up.

“
Let me go!” she yelled as she tried to shake him off.

“
You need to eat. Stop acting like a baby and pull yourself together, for God’s sake!” he said angrily. Natasha looked at him and shook him off. “I made you the damn soup and you are sure as hell are going to eat it. Now!” Natasha looked at him in surprise.

“
What did you just say to me?” she asked in disbelief.

“
You heard me. I am not going to repeat myself, you are not a child,” Mitchell said. Natasha looked at him, still shocked. She had never known him to be like this.

“
You can’t make me,” she said in a stubborn voice. Mitchell took a scoop of the soup and shoved it into her mouth, spilling a few drops on her pajama pants as he did so. She looked at him as he held her chin, waiting to see her swallow.

“
If that is how you want this to work, then this is damn well how we are going to do it,” he said. She placed a hand on his and yanked her chin away from his grip. Mitchell looked at her still angry and stood up. “Stop acting like such a spoiled brat, Natasha. Life has to move on,” he said as he began walking towards the door. He stopped in his tracks when Natasha tossed a pillow at him, hitting him squarely at the back of the head. He turned around and looked at her. “I don’t think I deserved that,” he said.

“
You think so, you stupid arrogant bastard?” she yelled as tears began streaming down her cheeks. “I lost three babies, Mitchell. Three! Do you even have the faintest idea what that is like?” she asked, her voice quavering.

“
As a matter of fact, Natasha, I do. I lost the three babies too, remember?” he asked angrily.

“
It is not the same for men,” she said before burying her face in her hands. Mitchell’s anger slowly subsided as he watched her crying.

“
You’re right. I have no idea what you are going through, but I was ready for this too,” he said as he began walking towards the bed. “We are two peas in a pod. I am hurting too,” he added. He took a seat next to her and put an arm around her. “I need my wife. I miss my wife, Tasha,” he said as he kissed the top of her head. He pulled away from her and looked at her tear stained face. “For better or worse, remember? You and I are on this ship together. We need each other,” he said before bringing his lips down to claim hers.

She closed her eyes as she lost herself in the exhilarating feeling of his lips. It had been so long since she felt his touch, his lips on hers. Without knowing it, her arms were around his neck, involuntarily pulling him down on her. He gently pulled away and looked into her puffy eyes. She wondered what he was up, to especially when he got up from the bed and began undressing. He pulled his polo shirt over his head and then began undoing his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He then pushed his boxer shorts off, revealing his semi-hard cock. She looked at him, more confused than turned on when he stretched his hand out to her. She reluctantly took it as he helped her to her feet. He slowly trailed his index finger on the side of her face and then pulled her own t-shirt over her head. He slowly slid his hands off her shoulders and onto the front of her breasts, her nipples gently pressing into his palms. He then pushed her pajama pants off and slowly led her to the bathroom.

“Mitch, what are you…” Her words were cut off when he kissed her again.

“
It’s been two months since me and you did anything remotely marital. I need you,” he said as he turned on the shower. “I want you,” he said, this time in a whisper. He pulled her under the water and held her close as the warm water trickled down their bodies. His hands slowly worked their way from her waist and up to her full breasts. She sighed as she felt him slowly kneading her mounds, attempting to make them perkier than they already were. She leaned against his shoulder as he rubbed her, loving the feeling of her husband making her his once again. One hand released her breast and travelled down her navel to her moist pussy. She gasped when she felt his thumb brush over her over sensitive clitoris, urging her desire on.

“
Mitch…I want you,” she said in a hushed whisper.

“
Not yet,” he said as he began working a finger into her, testing her wetness. His cock was already pressing hard into her rear, indicating that he wanted to be inside her, that he longed to be engulfed in her warmth. He suddenly pulled his finger out, liberating her, but her relief was short lived as he pushed in two fingers this time. She winced as she felt herself stretching out, against his fingers. He turned her around and looked into her eyes that were now dilated. Her eyes screamed lust, pain and love. He could not decide what was more important right now except for the fact that she had never looked sexier than she did at that moment, with her wet hair sticking to the sides of her face, her breasts perky and wet as the water flowed down her body. He pulled her towards him and then turned around, pinning her to the cold wall. She gasped as the cold ceramic tiles made contact with her full sexy ass.

She looked into his eyes as he took her in his arms. She looked at him as she felt his cock head pressing into her pussy. She moaned as she felt him pushing inside her, feeling her and filling her every fold. He slowly pulled back and pushed back inside her again, making her gasp and cry out loud as she felt him stretching her out to her limits.

“If this time it does not work…” once again, Mitchell kissed her cutting her words short in midsentence.

“
I am not doing this for a baby, Tasha,” he said looking at her through the flowing streams of water. “Right now I just want to make love to my wife,” he added with a smile.

“
All pressure off?” she asked looking at him. He bucked his pelvis into her making her shriek.

“
All pressure off,” he echoed and began moving in and out of her pussy, his thrusts getting more insistent as he went on. She held on to him as he worked himself into her, feeling her pulsating against his cock. Soon, he was nibbling on her neck as he stroked his cock into her. She could feel his passion rising at an alarming rate, hers too. She almost hated herself for going this long without feeling him deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, securing herself around him and against the wall. His thrusts by this time had become so forceful that the only sounds she could hear at that time except for the drops of water hitting the floor were of his scrotum slamming against her. With each thrust, a violent shiver went through her making her pussy wetter than ever before.