Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 9

Erotic stories: Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 9

Author: senorlongo

Had I known how much sympathy a pregnant attorney could get I would be pregnant all the time. My first clue came when I was late to court. “You’re late, Ms. Rizzo. I am not pleased—not at all.”

“Sorry, Your Honor…morning sickness.”

“Oh…okay; don’t sweat it. Let me know if you need a little break during the day.”

“Yes, Your Honor…thank you.” Then I went out and kicked ass. I thought we had a good case, but not as good as it was that day. I could do no wrong, winning a suit for 2.5 million dollars for my client. The firm would receive thirty-five percent, or $875,000 plus expenses—about a thousand dollars. Things only got better as I began to show and had to buy business suits for pregnant women. By then almost everyone in the courthouse knew I was expecting. I had an amazing stretch during those seven months, winning twenty-one straight suits and bringing in millions in fees.

I was religious with my diet and exercise regimen, keeping my weight under control even as my breasts grew from C’s all the way to DD’s. Henry never failed to tell me how much he loved them, but Henry would say the same thing if they shrunk to A’s. He was more attentive than ever, even volunteering to take my urine several times when I had trouble moving to the toilet.

Henry accompanied me to every OB/GYN appointment and I knew he was looking forward to the sonogram. He was eager to buy furniture for the baby’s room and he had learned to hang wallpaper online so he was desperate to learn the baby’s sex. We spent more than an hour in the waiting room that Wednesday morning. Henry had taken a personal day. As a partner I just took the day off. I was relieved when Dr. Groenke finally walked in. She spread the gel on my abdomen and ran the sensor over my swollen tummy. “Do you want to know the sex?”

I could see Henry chomping at the bit even though I knew he would remain silent. “Yes,” I stated much to his relief.

“It’s a…girl. Sorry about that, but I can’t resist a pregnant pause.” Neither Henry nor I laughed. It was a really lame joke. All the same we were relieved. Henry would never say a word, but I knew he was praying for a baby girl—a mini-me to hold and love and teach. I could already see him teaching her the alphabet and her numbers and reading her to sleep every afternoon and every night. Henry was 176 pounds of love.

That’s basically all I heard at his school’s Christmas party. Virtually every teacher and administrator told me over and over how much they loved working with Henry. “He’s the only person I’ve ever met who never gets angry,” one of the teachers told me. “He’s so cooperative,” were another’s words. “He’s always the first to volunteer,” his principal mentioned in addition to numerous other laudatory remarks. I had a feeling that Henry would be sorely missed.

Later in December we attended my firm’s party. It was much more lavish—the ballroom at the Waldorf Astoria—but I’d had a better time at Henry’s. There was no hiding in anonymity this time around. I was a partner and very well known. I even had a nickname—the “tiger shark.” I thought it was apt. We sat with my parents and grandparents. Henry and I danced several times, but only to slow tunes.

In a rare act of defiance Henry had refused the fast ones. Even my threats of a paddling didn’t deter him. “I don’t want to take a chance on you falling. You could get hurt and the baby….” I was just about to scold him when one of the young secretaries did fall. Henry could tell from my facial expression that I was repentant.

“I should know better by now, Henry. All you’re concerned with is taking care of me. Come here and kiss me.” He did, but it was too quick for my tastes. I gave him a look he knew too well as I gripped his head and pulled his lips to mine. I held the kiss for almost five minutes before hearing Grandpa, who was sitting next to me, whisper, “Get a room!”

I broke the kiss and turned to him. “We have nine, Grandpa, and we’ve done it in every single one. Thanks for mentioning it, though. I think we need another run through.” Henry’s face was strawberry red when I turned around again. “C’mon, Henry.” I led him back to the dance floor. My hands were around his neck and my face was buried into his shoulder. “How soon do you think we can get out of here? I liked your party better.”

“The food and liquor are better here, but you’re right,” Henry replied. “The people at my school are real and they’re not trying to stab each other in the back. Everybody I’ve seen here is looking for advancement and willing to do just about anything to get it. The only exceptions are you, Dad, and Grandpa. Other than the three of you I can understand why the general public has such a low opinion of lawyers.”

I pulled myself even closer to Henry as I whispered, “You’re right, unfortunately. Not everyone is a colossal jerk, but there are plenty. Have you seen Forester’s two buddies tonight?”

“I don’t think I’d even recognize them. He had the spotlight that night with his idiotic big mouth.”

“Well, you won’t see them. They were both let go.”

“During the holidays?”

“No…I think it was back in August. I didn’t mention it because I couldn’t see the point. They also got into sexual harassment. See the guy in the grey suit…the one at the table behind you?” Henry spun me around so he could see.

“Purple tie?”

“That’s the one. He’s Sam Chalmers and he’s gay. They heckled and hazed him for months. Sam got a lot of it on his digital recorder and brought it to me. I brought it to Daddy and they were history. I like Sam; he’s an excellent attorney. His sexual orientation is his business. There are lots of kinds of sexual harassment.” There was a fast tune now, but we were still dancing slowly.

I leaned back to look at Henry. “You said you wanted to dance to a fast one, didn’t you?”

“You are definitely going to get it when we get home.” He did—he got my mouth, my pussy, and my ass before we went to sleep. We woke up around ten, showered, ate a quick meal, and did it again.

Other than morning sickness my pregnancy was uneventful. The only problem that occurred wasn’t directly related. I had tried to plan my pregnancy so Henry’s school year would be over when I gave birth. Unfortunately, Lisa wanted to get married at the end of June. She also wanted Henry and me to be in the wedding party. “Sorry, Lisa, but I don’t know what shape I’ll be in. I’m due June 27th, but the doctor says it could be a week either before or after. I’m sorry. I know how important it is to you, but there’s nothing I can do about it.” I stuck my fat stomach out and everyone laughed.

“You win, Nance. Momma, can we look at the end of May? That didn’t work, but August did. Mom and Daddy booked St. Aloysius and the yacht club for the second Saturday. Henry and I did agree to be an usher and bridesmaid. Henry had a tux, something I’d made him buy a few years ago, but, of course it didn’t match what the others would wear so he rented;

I had to purchase one of those stupid matching bridesmaid dresses that I’d never be seen wearing in public if not for my sister. “Size six,” I told the saleswomen. “By then that’s what I’ll wear.” That’s what I got along with matching shoes and purse in teal. Not very practical– but we could easily afford the expense and I only had one sister.

I worked right up until my ninth month. It was hard at work because I had to turn cases I liked over to my subordinates. It wouldn’t be fair to the client for me to start the case only to step out midway. I could still advise from home by phone or via internet, if necessary. There was another reason for taking my leave then—Henry was becoming a nervous wreck. He was terrified I’d go into labor while in the city and that he wouldn’t be able to get to me in time. He actually cried when I suggested he take a helicopter from one of the local airports.

“Okay, my darling—I’ll stop May 31st so I’ll be real close to you, but you’re going to have to pay. He pulled my panties down my legs and sealed his lips to my cunt. I laughed. “No, not like that; I’m going to use the toilet, but you’re going to eat me morning, noon, and night.”

He looked up at me with those puppy-dog eyes and my heart broke just like every other time, but when he said, “How are you going to punish me,” I couldn’t hold back the laughter. All the same, it was good advice. It was Thursday, the second week in June and just before 9:00 a.m. when I felt the first contraction. It took me by surprise and since I wasn’t expecting it I paid it no attention.

However, I did when I had the next one thirty minutes later. I kept a record and two hours later I called Henry’s school. Dottie, the principal’s secretary, told me she’d get Henry as soon as she could find a sub. “I think I need to get Mrs. Fielding to drive him otherwise he’ll run the entire way. I’ll phone you back in a few minutes.” I knew Mrs. Fielding, Henry’s principal, cared for her teachers as much as Henry cared for his students.

I’d heard from Henry how the teachers hated to cover another’s class because they had to give up their preparation period, but this wasn’t high school and the kids had to be supervised at all times. Ten minutes later she called me. “I’m going up to his classroom now. Mrs. Fielding should have him there in five minutes. She just went to get her car.” I thanked her and had no sooner ended the call when I made another, this time to my doctor.

I was seated in the living room when Henry bolted through the door at 12:05. “Come here, Henry. Come here and kiss me. We have plenty of time.”

“But….”

“Come here, slave.” Henry recognized my tone of voice. I would accept nothing but strict compliance. I hadn’t used this tone since his training period. He hung his head and kneeled at my feet. He was about to kiss them when I pulled him up, meeting him halfway and getting the kiss I wanted and needed.

“We have hours, Henry. Dr. Groenke told me not to get to the hospital before two. We have plenty of time for you to get me a light lunch. Kiss me again. I’ll eat it here.” I kissed him and he literally jumped up and ran into the kitchen. Henry made me a turkey breast sandwich on rye with light mayonnaise and a sprinkling of salt and pepper. He also gave me a pickle spear and a glass of ice water.