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Thrive - Side 2

Overload of Emotions

It’s been a couple of weeks and there has been no sign of Abby’s father whatsoever, so that’s a good sign. It’s also a little over a week till the boys and I head on tour, starting in Houston and will go till the sixth of August before heading to Southeast Asia for some shows. Today’s the day where Miranda and Jack are gonna found their baby’s gender and Abby has her phone on her for whenever she calls.

“What do ya think they’re gonna have?” she asked me.

“I’m going with a boy.”

“I think they’re gonna have a girl. Either way, we get to be an aunt and an uncle to an adorable fucking kid.”

“Let’s just hope he/she doesn’t have Jack’s eyebrows. Oh, and when we have kids, let’s hope neither have my eyebrows.”

She laughed and tried to not choke on her lemonade.

“Oh, but Alex, I love your eyebrows. They look like caterpillars.” she said, touching them.

I laughed and pushed her hand away. She took a bite of her burger and kept on smiling.

“Speaking of babies, I would love to find out I’m pregnant soon, although I’d rather you be here for that.”

“That would actually be nice. I agree, but we’d have to try again in September? Right?”

“It’s looking that way.”

She sighed and made a face. I was feeling similarly as Abby was; finding out that she’s pregnant would be great before leaving, but my heart would break, at least slightly, if the next test comes up negative.

“It’ll happen whether I'm here or not. It’ll be okay.” I said, covering her hand.

“I know.”

She smiled and kissed me.

“There’s that smile I love.”

Roughly fifteen minutes later, Miranda called Abby.

“This is it!” she told me.

“Put it on speaker.”

We were in public, but we certainly didn’t care.

“Hey, hun. What’s up?”

“Well, we went to the ob today and we know what we’re having.”

“And?”

“We’re having a boy!”

“Congrats! That’s awesome!”

“That’s fantastic, Miranda!” I exclaimed.

“The newest member of the ATL family.”

“Thank you, guys!”

“Thanks so much!” Jack said, entering the conversation.

If we could only see the smiles on their faces right now…

“Well, we’re gonna let you go. You guys are probably eating.”

She took it off speaker.

“Ok. Talk to ya soon.”

“You too. Bye.”

“Bye.”

She put her phone away and went back to her food.

“They’re having a boy which means we need to have a girl.”

I laughed again.

“Try to balance things out.”

“Yes.”

“Love your logic.”

After lunch, we walked to my car when Abby heard her name being called; the voice belonged to her father.

“Is that-”

“Yes. That’s him. Let’s go.” she said, holding my hand tighter.

“Ok.” I said, kissing her cheek.

“Abigail! Come talk to me.”

It sounded like he was walking faster. Abby never turned her head even when we got into my car.

“Are you okay?”

-tap tap-

“Start the car.”

She still didn’t look at him.

-knock knock-

Abby gave him the finger as I started the car and pulled out.

“He found me.” she said incredulously.

She laid her head back and closed her eyes.

“You never answered my question.”

“I don’t know.” she said quietly.

“Let’s go home and relax.”

She nodded.

Please be okay.

“Ok.”

We arrived home with Abby not having a panic attack or any warning signs of one which had me relieved. She was stretched out on the couch but moved slightly for me to sit; she then proceeded to place her feet in my lap.

“Hey.” she said, a smile creeping onto her face.

“Hey. You seem to be fine.”

“I’m trying not to let it get to me.”

“That’s good.”

She wiggled her toes.

“My toes agree.”

I began rubbing her feet which caused her to throw her head back.

“Thank you. Didn’t realize I needed that.”

I dropped her feet for a moment and crawled on top of her.

“Do you need this?” I asked, placing my lips on hers.

“When don’t I?”

It wasn't long before tongue was involved and I slipped my hand under her dress and slid the whole way up her leg and to her panties.

“May I?” I asked into her neck.

“You may.”

She moaned as I took them off while I lightly touched her skin.

“Take off your clothes. I’ll help.”

I moved and she sat up before pulling down my pants and my briefs. My shirt came off fast, but I didn’t even have time to take off anything else because she after me like I was her prey... not that I'm complaining or anything.

“Abby.” I gasped as she took me in her mouth.

She licked the tip while she looked up at me. I grasped her hair, trying to push her further onto my cock as she started moving her mouth.

“Shit. Gotta take my dress off. I don’t know want to get anything on it.”

I protested which I instantly regretted doing.

“Get over it or I won’t go back down there.”

She slipped off her dress and kicked it aside.

“Happy?” she said with a smirk.

My cock was back in her mouth and I responded by tossing my head back.

“Yes.” I moaned.

That same hand was back in her hair until I was on the verge of an orgasm. She removed her mouth and finished me off with my hand while she aimed for her chest. After I came, I placed her back on the couch and cleaned her chest with my tongue and mouth. She ran her hands through my hair as I lapped up every bit of cum off her body.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Alex.”

I smirked and came back up to her face and kissed her.

“Can we just get to the main event?”

I laughed.

“Main event? I’ve never heard you call it that before.”

“Well, that’s what it is. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

I rubbed her while I looked deeply into her eyes.

“If you love me, like really love me, you would, -holy shit- get inside and fuck my brains out.”

She wrapped her legs around me, hoping that I'd get the picture. I moved into a position where I was on my knees while she had her legs around my waist and her arms were pinned down. This is definitely one of my favorite positions, by far.

"I love you." she said as soon as I entered her.

"I love you, too."

"Abby."

"Alex. Fuck." I cried.

She was clearly frustrated, not being able to touch me, but I knew she was in ecstasy. Several thrusts later, we had reached our orgasms and were incredibly sweaty.

“We’re gonna need to clean this couch.” she said.

I laughed into her neck.

“And we’re gonna need to take a shower.”

She laughed and nodded.

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