My Baby's Bottom Lip Quivers Novels & Stories

My baby daddy grins. It's my turn to sulk now, "I suggest you tuck that lip back in before you earn yourself a nice little punishment when we get home." Jory's smile may look like he's kidding, but I know him too well. I also know that punishments this late in my pregnancy involve edging, and I don't want any of that, so I do as I'm told and tuck my lip back in. "Okay, I'm ready to go up and see Merrick now." I struggle to get off their lap, and Knox and Jory laugh at me.

He bit down on his bottom lip, capturing my attention completely. "What?" He asked as my eyes focused back on his droopy eyelids. "Nothing," I whispered back. He didn't reply, but instead I noticed his gaze move to my lips as he licked his. I nervously mirrored his actions. His wet palm rose up from under the water and the next thing I know his fingers were running against my mouth. I think I forgot how to breathe then and there. He slowly parted them with his thumb rubbing on my bottom lip slowly; experimentally.

I bit my bottom lip as I whimpered expectantly. “Bad girl,” Cian murmured as he brushed his thumb against my bruised lip.

I know it's hard for him to feel vulnerable to other people and the fact that he's even letting me see like this shows how bad all of this has gotten. "-- know" he lets out. I cup his face with my hands, picking his head up to see it. I use the pads of my thumbs to wipe away the salty tears as his lip continues to quiver. I run my thumb over his bottom lip, making him look up at me to nod my head, letting him know that everything was okay.

One of my baby’s heart beats has fluctuated between strong and weak and I’ve been getting progressively nervous about it. When it’s finally time, Farrah and Deborah join my mom to help manage so many babies. I can tell that Quirin is stressed. He’s trying to block it out, but I’ve learned the signs with him fainting on me twice. “So help me goddess if you faint on me Quirin ...,” I growl as I push. “I’m right here. I’m right here,” he says, but he’s talking in that rapid fire way that he has before he passes out.

It showed a small hand placed gently against a baby's back, sliding from top to bottom in a soft, soothing motion. Next to the sketch, I had added a footnote: Mom says Leo is tiny and his bones are soft. Do not pat too hard. Dad’s arms went completely rigid around his son. He looked down at the paper, adjusted his grip and began mimicking the drawing exactly, sliding his palm smoothly down Leo’s back. Slowly, Leo’s frantic cries began to subside. Within minutes, the living room was quiet except for the baby's soft, rhythmic hiccups. Mom covered her mouth with both hands, tears spilling through her tightly clenched fingers, staining the cuffs of her sleeves.

I seal my lips quickly, pressing my knees together and rubbing my thighs. Wait, this is... Hah... No way… There is… there is something vibrating... That damn pink egg is vibrating inside me!

Daddy's mouth continued to gobble at my swollen lips, pleasuring me. I started convulsing as heaving gasps wracked my body. With every muscle in my body tight as could be, I bucked against his hungry mouth. Hard. His tongue flicked upward, ravaging my clitoris. His lips clamped down around my labia, sucking deep. My convulsions turned to outright shaking. My entire body was vibrating. Oh lord it was happening!

She was six pounds and four ounces of pure perfection. “Are you going to change her diaper some time today or ar you going to just keep making silly faces at her?” Liv asks him and he grins. “She likes my faces. Watch her. Look. She laughs, I swear.” He tells his wife in an overly excited manner. Looking down a the baby he puffs his cheeks up and crosses his eyes, making an odd sound with his mouth and moving his head slowly. The baby opens her mouth in a gummy grin that shows of her two little pointy teeth and makes a sound that vaguely resembles gasping.

You have a plan, but I'm sorry to be the one to kill your hopes and expectations. The child started to wiggle, striving to free himself from their grasp on his hands until he wanted to speak but was unable to do so because a guy was flopping him. The child wanted to talk but was unable to do so because he was being flopped. The sudden movement of my hand toward my mouth caused me to jump in surprise, and I quickly covered my mouth by opening my eyes as wide as they possibly could be.