Chapter Fifteen: Twenty-four Weeks Along
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ericadawn16Title: Knocked Up!
Author: Ericadawn16
Prompt: Knocked Up
Character/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Rhi/Johnny, Ianto/Lisa
Rating:R
Warnings: MPreg, sex, language
Spoilers:Character from COE
Word Count:68,599
Disclaimer for TW and the movie you are using:I own nothing.
Summary:Ianto gets a promotion at work, meets Jack and things are never the same...
Beta: BIG Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madkatstar_pir8 pirate4evrnavy2 and surreal_44
Author's Notes: This story is very AU. Chapter Fourteen: Twenty Weeks Along
Chapter Fifteen: Twenty-four Weeks Along
"I don't know who Doc Brown is. What are you talking about?" Jack asked him and crossed his arms. How could he not know? Ianto thought even old people had heard of Back to the Future.
"Doc Brown is Christopher Lloyd. He invented the DeLorean time machine," Ianto explained and wondered if he would have to explain Hobbits next.
"Everyone has a time machine image," said Johnny who had been stacking his flatware on top of each other.
"I think I prefer a blue police box," Jack whispered yet Ianto could still hear it. He wasn't about to take the time to think about that when only one person in the known universe used a blue police box for a time machine: The Doctor. Did Jack know the Doctor? He knew Rose and Sarah Jane. Ianto supposed it made sense except that meant he could know about Torchwood already.
"I have a really good idea. Why don’t you two get in your time machine, go back in time and fuck each other?" Rhi suggested and Ianto shuddered.
"Who needs a time machine?" Johnny asked and held up his glass, "This is my time machine!" He indicated Jack with it, saying, "I'll throw you in my DeLorean and gun it to 88!"
"Funny," Jack stated with no mirth in his voice, "and I suppose they make time-traveling fun without any of the problems? How you can change events forever? How you can get stuck in a time you don't belong?"
"Are you from the future, too?"
Ianto remembered what Rose had asked him and how Jack had changed the subject.
"I think it's time to pay the cheque," Ianto announced and just half an hour later, he was in Jack's bed. He hadn't planned on it especially considering the past month. Ever since Jack had fondled his breasts, he hadn't wanted Jack to even touch him. However, if he was ever going to have Jack admit to being from the future, he thought it would have to be tonight. Jack wasn't good at volunteering things. He had found out that Jack's adult daughter was name Alice yet they still hadn't met. The time spent between them had been quiet except for the usual instructions. He still hadn't sorted out how to ask him.
"Come on, harder," Ianto requested with Jack behind him.
"I can't," Jack said between thrusts.
"Why? Just do it deeper and faster," Ianto told him when he wasn't at orgasm yet. He could tell Jack was which made it more frustrating.
"I can't," his lover repeated and he groaned in annoyance.
"Why?" Ianto asked and felt Jack's hands move from his hip to the underside of his bump. Although his thrusts were more determined, his release seemed just as unattainable. When Jack climaxed, Ianto played his part. However, Jack noticed the lack of stains on the bed and the fact that Ianto still possessed his erection.
"You were faking?" Jack asked with his usual scent enhanced by cum and sweat.
"I thought it'd make you feel better," Ianto whispered as Jack settled near his stomach. After Jack began sliding his hand up and down his cock, Jack spoke, "I don't want you to ever think that. We should both benefit from this."
When his orgasm subsided, he cried and Jack took him in his arms. All these thoughts were swirling in his head.
"It's just...I'm fat and ugly, it's no wonder you took me from behind so you couldn't really see me," Ianto sobbed and felt Jack rubbing a hand down his back, "And my tits are all like, squishy and they’re flopping around. I can feel it and it’s distracting."
"I think you're fit," Jack told him and he shook his head.
"Now, you're lying to me, right to my face. How can you say that? I'm basically a hermaphrodite! I have tits and fat everywhere and a pregnant belly just like a woman but a cock just like the man I used to be," he complained and Jack let go so they were face to face.
"The gender you'd want to be at the end of the day is male? If you could choose, you'd be male? When this is over, you want to be male? Yes?" Jack asked and waited for an answer.
"Yeah," Ianto whispered and nodded.
"Then, you're male, regardless of how you may look. It's what you feel inside that's more important," Jack uttered and it sounded good. However...
"But..."
"I hate when you talk this way. The men in my time..." he stopped and seemed to realise his mistake. Ianto pounced on it.
"You weren't born in the twentieth century, were you? You were born in the future," he stated and watched Jack look at his belly for a moment.
"The fifty-first century," he admitted and Ianto felt his mouth gape open, "I've lived a lot of lives. One of them was getting stranded here. Well, I was stranded at first. Now that it has Alice and those I love...I can't just leave."
Ianto liked the way Jack looked at him when he said, 'those I love.'
"That's why I hate when you talk about yourself that way, like you think you're some sort of freak. We no longer had that concept. Men could be pregnant naturally without drugs or implants and it's beautiful. You're beautiful," Jack uttered and placed a hand on the top part of his left breast, "just let me prove that to you."
Ianto couldn't help the sharp intake of breath that came from him.
"It's just...I'm gay, I know I am, but when you touch me like that...I like it. It feels good," he revealed and that had been why he hadn't wanted Jack to touch him all month. It had scared him when that happened.
"Then, they work. It's what's supposed to happen," said Jack as he propped pillows against the headboard, "lean back."
Ianto was sitting up against the cushions and feeling very, very nervous. He had no idea what Jack would do and it must have been palpable because Jack started to laugh.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked in a soft voice.
"No," Ianto admitted without thinking. Jack nodded and began kissing him. His hands squeezed and caressed his breasts. As before, Jack nibbled on his ear before trailing kisses down to a breast. He nibbled and tugged at the sensitive flesh. Then, he licked across the areola before taking it in his mouth and sucking. Ianto closed his eyes at the experience. It was strange and foreign and amazing. Ever since he'd grown a vagina, it felt wet whenever his cock got hard. It was weird with two body parts wanting equal attention. His cock was building pressure while his vagina felt like it was heated. Ianto found himself thrusting up where his cock met Jack's cock and shrank back, unsure if that's what Jack wanted.
"Just relax," Jack whispered with his voice hoarse with lust. The fact that he caused that made him smile until he looked down to see the breast that had been in Jack's mouth. It looked almost like when his cock had pre-cum. The tip had a thin white coating. As though he knew Ianto was thinking too much, Jack took the other breast in his mouth and sucked so Ianto remembered why he'd liked it so well. After another minute or two, Jack let it drop from his mouth and tugged on the roundness with his teeth. The edge of his teeth ran across the soft flesh with little jolts of pain that was pleasurable. Biting turned into kisses again that Jack placed on the breast and chest before taking them lower onto Ianto's bump. As Jack kissed again and again, their daughter kicked and when Jack reached his belly button, he stuck his tongue in the hole. A giggle passed Ianto's lips at the ticklish sensation. When that happened, Jack seemed to abandon that plan for kissing lower until he reached Ianto's thigh. He grazed a nail over the inside of his leg and Ianto felt the need to thrust again although his cock almost hit Jack in the face. Jack leaned over and took the very, very tip in his mouth. His tongue played with the foreskin, pushing it around and Ianto reached back to grab the headboard. When Ianto thought he was going to come, Jack let go and moved his head between his thighs like he was going for rimming. However, when he felt Jack's tongue, it was in the middle. His tongue was in Ianto's vagina and it felt wonderful especially when he hit one particular spot. It was like when a cock hit his prostrate except so much better.
"Yes," he growled and his right hand let go of the hard, wooden post to hold Jack's head in place. The pressure and heat kept building between his legs from the flexible tongue flicking what must be his clitoris. Soon, he lost all coherent thought other than a stream of groans and moans of pleasure as his eyes shut. Then, both his parts exploded at once with cum and he opened his eyes to see that some of it had landed in Jack's hair. He took his hand and touched it.
"That's okay," Jack said and took that hand in his own, "How was it?"
"Brilliant," Ianto admitted and realized he was wearing a huge grin. The smell of pot wafted into the room from elsewhere in the house.
"You want me to continue?" Jack asked and without thinking Ianto answered, "There's more?"
"If you're ready..." Jack uttered and he realised what he meant.
"Oh," he said although the idea didn't seem as repulsive as before, "Will it be this good?"
"I'm definitely going to try," Jack spoke and caressed Ianto's face.
"But it's going to hurt," Ianto said and Jack nodded.
"Yeah, it'll be a lot like the first time you were breached this way," Jack told him and took his other hand so it could squeeze part of his ass. Ianto remembered that it had hurt the first time, but the orgasm had made him want to do it again. Maybe this would be the same way. He nodded. However, Jack didn't make a move until Ianto whispered, "Yes."
Then, Jack moved back down on the bed and his tongue continued its assault from minutes before. All his fears about whether he still qualified as a man or not was forgotten. When his cock had come to attention, Jack stopped and his hand almost seemed to move of its own accord to push him down again.
"No, just relax," Jack spoke and placed his cock next to this unfamiliar entrance. He knew there shouldn't be any reason to be afraid. If it had fit up his ass, it should fit here. However, his trepidation was mixed with excitement. It felt wetter as though excited. The female equivalent of a stiff one, he supposed. Jack pushed so the tip rubbed against his clit: the slight velvety texture of the skin as well as the slit. Ianto used his left hand to grab onto the headboard. This was taken as a signal because Jack changed direction and moved his cock farther until it met resistance. Jack's blue eyes met his own and they looked a little sad. He leaned up again and Ianto had the feeling he wanted to kiss him so he met him halfway. It was gentle without the use of tongues. Then, Jack broke away as Ianto no longer felt his cock inside him and whispered, "I'm sorry, this is going to hurt." One of Jack's hands was caressing his left breast.
The next second, Ianto screamed which turned into a groan and he felt so embarrassed because he must have woken up the whole house. Jack had taken him by surprise so it was both hurt and shock. Still, he hadn't wanted everyone to know Jack had just popped his cherry. Ianto's other hand grabbed the headboard and he took a few deep breaths. Jack wasn't moving so Ianto tried to get used to the idea of Jack's cock in this very different place. Still, the feeling of fullness was very similar. His lover kissed him on the bump before taking his cock in his mouth again. Ianto thrust which dug Jack's cock in deeper. Pain was mixed with ecstasy. Jack retreated and thrust again which Ianto followed by pushing past Jack's lips. The ache of this unused orifice being penetrated over and over was lessening especially with the distraction of his cock driving into Jack's warm, waiting mouth. As the speed increased, he felt Jack just stop. He took his mouth away from Ianto's cock and shook his head. Ianto realized that Jack wasn't going to be able to keep up with that pace on both ends. He felt Jack's hands move up his sides and saw that it was parallel with his belly button. Jack began thrusting again. The force pushed Ianto against the pillows so that he sometimes hit his head on the headboard. However, Jack seemed to be making an effort to hit his clit with every push and pull of his cock through Ianto's channel. He was beginning to like it. His body thrust back into their old rhythm. It was funny that he could call it their "old" rhythm since he had only known Jack for twenty-two weeks. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room accompanied by their moans of pleasure. He looked up at Jack who held a determined expression on his face but was also watching him. Ianto nodded in encouragement. It seemed to be going fine for a first time. His orgasm built up as before and intensified until he came both ways. He'd had the feeling that they had been better since he'd become pregnant and now they felt twice as good. For several seconds, that feeling of utter delight was all he could think about. He noticed the cum from his cock had sprayed over Jack's chest. Then, Jack came inside him with a shudder and an extra feeling of wetness. Ianto could tell as the limp dick was pulled from his body and replaced with a finger. Jack took the finger to his lips and sucked on it.
"Delicious," he said and Ianto shook his head. Sure, he swallowed when Jack came in his mouth, but that was different. This was his vagina and Jack acted like it was ambrosia or something.
"Eww," he stated and Jack laughed. He stuck a few more fingers in his entrance and held them up. They were coated in cum and blood.
"Come on, taste it. We taste good together," Jack spoke and moved closer to him. Ianto had no intention of finding that out yet his inquisitive nature was winning out over his logical self. It wasn't like this opportunity would come up again. After a deep breath, he took Jack's right hand and ran his tongue over the fingers. He recognized Jack's taste and the metallic flavor of blood, but there was also a salty and sweet combination. His face must have shown his surprise because Jack asked with a smile, "It's sweet, isn't it?"
He nodded and Jack continued, "I'm not sure if that's the pregnancy or what we ate for dinner or both."
They kissed and he tasted more of his sweet essence on Jack's tongue.
Chapter Sixteen: Twenty-four Weeks Along Continues
Author: Ericadawn16
Prompt: Knocked Up
Character/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Rhi/Johnny, Ianto/Lisa
Rating:R
Warnings: MPreg, sex, language
Spoilers:Character from COE
Word Count:68,599
Disclaimer for TW and the movie you are using:I own nothing.
Summary:Ianto gets a promotion at work, meets Jack and things are never the same...
Beta: BIG Thanks to
madkatstar_pir8 pirate4evrnavy2 and surreal_44Author's Notes: This story is very AU. Chapter Fourteen: Twenty Weeks Along
Chapter Fifteen: Twenty-four Weeks Along
"I don't know who Doc Brown is. What are you talking about?" Jack asked him and crossed his arms. How could he not know? Ianto thought even old people had heard of Back to the Future.
"Doc Brown is Christopher Lloyd. He invented the DeLorean time machine," Ianto explained and wondered if he would have to explain Hobbits next.
"Everyone has a time machine image," said Johnny who had been stacking his flatware on top of each other.
"I think I prefer a blue police box," Jack whispered yet Ianto could still hear it. He wasn't about to take the time to think about that when only one person in the known universe used a blue police box for a time machine: The Doctor. Did Jack know the Doctor? He knew Rose and Sarah Jane. Ianto supposed it made sense except that meant he could know about Torchwood already.
"I have a really good idea. Why don’t you two get in your time machine, go back in time and fuck each other?" Rhi suggested and Ianto shuddered.
"Who needs a time machine?" Johnny asked and held up his glass, "This is my time machine!" He indicated Jack with it, saying, "I'll throw you in my DeLorean and gun it to 88!"
"Funny," Jack stated with no mirth in his voice, "and I suppose they make time-traveling fun without any of the problems? How you can change events forever? How you can get stuck in a time you don't belong?"
"Are you from the future, too?"
Ianto remembered what Rose had asked him and how Jack had changed the subject.
"I think it's time to pay the cheque," Ianto announced and just half an hour later, he was in Jack's bed. He hadn't planned on it especially considering the past month. Ever since Jack had fondled his breasts, he hadn't wanted Jack to even touch him. However, if he was ever going to have Jack admit to being from the future, he thought it would have to be tonight. Jack wasn't good at volunteering things. He had found out that Jack's adult daughter was name Alice yet they still hadn't met. The time spent between them had been quiet except for the usual instructions. He still hadn't sorted out how to ask him.
"Come on, harder," Ianto requested with Jack behind him.
"I can't," Jack said between thrusts.
"Why? Just do it deeper and faster," Ianto told him when he wasn't at orgasm yet. He could tell Jack was which made it more frustrating.
"I can't," his lover repeated and he groaned in annoyance.
"Why?" Ianto asked and felt Jack's hands move from his hip to the underside of his bump. Although his thrusts were more determined, his release seemed just as unattainable. When Jack climaxed, Ianto played his part. However, Jack noticed the lack of stains on the bed and the fact that Ianto still possessed his erection.
"You were faking?" Jack asked with his usual scent enhanced by cum and sweat.
"I thought it'd make you feel better," Ianto whispered as Jack settled near his stomach. After Jack began sliding his hand up and down his cock, Jack spoke, "I don't want you to ever think that. We should both benefit from this."
When his orgasm subsided, he cried and Jack took him in his arms. All these thoughts were swirling in his head.
"It's just...I'm fat and ugly, it's no wonder you took me from behind so you couldn't really see me," Ianto sobbed and felt Jack rubbing a hand down his back, "And my tits are all like, squishy and they’re flopping around. I can feel it and it’s distracting."
"I think you're fit," Jack told him and he shook his head.
"Now, you're lying to me, right to my face. How can you say that? I'm basically a hermaphrodite! I have tits and fat everywhere and a pregnant belly just like a woman but a cock just like the man I used to be," he complained and Jack let go so they were face to face.
"The gender you'd want to be at the end of the day is male? If you could choose, you'd be male? When this is over, you want to be male? Yes?" Jack asked and waited for an answer.
"Yeah," Ianto whispered and nodded.
"Then, you're male, regardless of how you may look. It's what you feel inside that's more important," Jack uttered and it sounded good. However...
"But..."
"I hate when you talk this way. The men in my time..." he stopped and seemed to realise his mistake. Ianto pounced on it.
"You weren't born in the twentieth century, were you? You were born in the future," he stated and watched Jack look at his belly for a moment.
"The fifty-first century," he admitted and Ianto felt his mouth gape open, "I've lived a lot of lives. One of them was getting stranded here. Well, I was stranded at first. Now that it has Alice and those I love...I can't just leave."
Ianto liked the way Jack looked at him when he said, 'those I love.'
"That's why I hate when you talk about yourself that way, like you think you're some sort of freak. We no longer had that concept. Men could be pregnant naturally without drugs or implants and it's beautiful. You're beautiful," Jack uttered and placed a hand on the top part of his left breast, "just let me prove that to you."
Ianto couldn't help the sharp intake of breath that came from him.
"It's just...I'm gay, I know I am, but when you touch me like that...I like it. It feels good," he revealed and that had been why he hadn't wanted Jack to touch him all month. It had scared him when that happened.
"Then, they work. It's what's supposed to happen," said Jack as he propped pillows against the headboard, "lean back."
Ianto was sitting up against the cushions and feeling very, very nervous. He had no idea what Jack would do and it must have been palpable because Jack started to laugh.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked in a soft voice.
"No," Ianto admitted without thinking. Jack nodded and began kissing him. His hands squeezed and caressed his breasts. As before, Jack nibbled on his ear before trailing kisses down to a breast. He nibbled and tugged at the sensitive flesh. Then, he licked across the areola before taking it in his mouth and sucking. Ianto closed his eyes at the experience. It was strange and foreign and amazing. Ever since he'd grown a vagina, it felt wet whenever his cock got hard. It was weird with two body parts wanting equal attention. His cock was building pressure while his vagina felt like it was heated. Ianto found himself thrusting up where his cock met Jack's cock and shrank back, unsure if that's what Jack wanted.
"Just relax," Jack whispered with his voice hoarse with lust. The fact that he caused that made him smile until he looked down to see the breast that had been in Jack's mouth. It looked almost like when his cock had pre-cum. The tip had a thin white coating. As though he knew Ianto was thinking too much, Jack took the other breast in his mouth and sucked so Ianto remembered why he'd liked it so well. After another minute or two, Jack let it drop from his mouth and tugged on the roundness with his teeth. The edge of his teeth ran across the soft flesh with little jolts of pain that was pleasurable. Biting turned into kisses again that Jack placed on the breast and chest before taking them lower onto Ianto's bump. As Jack kissed again and again, their daughter kicked and when Jack reached his belly button, he stuck his tongue in the hole. A giggle passed Ianto's lips at the ticklish sensation. When that happened, Jack seemed to abandon that plan for kissing lower until he reached Ianto's thigh. He grazed a nail over the inside of his leg and Ianto felt the need to thrust again although his cock almost hit Jack in the face. Jack leaned over and took the very, very tip in his mouth. His tongue played with the foreskin, pushing it around and Ianto reached back to grab the headboard. When Ianto thought he was going to come, Jack let go and moved his head between his thighs like he was going for rimming. However, when he felt Jack's tongue, it was in the middle. His tongue was in Ianto's vagina and it felt wonderful especially when he hit one particular spot. It was like when a cock hit his prostrate except so much better.
"Yes," he growled and his right hand let go of the hard, wooden post to hold Jack's head in place. The pressure and heat kept building between his legs from the flexible tongue flicking what must be his clitoris. Soon, he lost all coherent thought other than a stream of groans and moans of pleasure as his eyes shut. Then, both his parts exploded at once with cum and he opened his eyes to see that some of it had landed in Jack's hair. He took his hand and touched it.
"That's okay," Jack said and took that hand in his own, "How was it?"
"Brilliant," Ianto admitted and realized he was wearing a huge grin. The smell of pot wafted into the room from elsewhere in the house.
"You want me to continue?" Jack asked and without thinking Ianto answered, "There's more?"
"If you're ready..." Jack uttered and he realised what he meant.
"Oh," he said although the idea didn't seem as repulsive as before, "Will it be this good?"
"I'm definitely going to try," Jack spoke and caressed Ianto's face.
"But it's going to hurt," Ianto said and Jack nodded.
"Yeah, it'll be a lot like the first time you were breached this way," Jack told him and took his other hand so it could squeeze part of his ass. Ianto remembered that it had hurt the first time, but the orgasm had made him want to do it again. Maybe this would be the same way. He nodded. However, Jack didn't make a move until Ianto whispered, "Yes."
Then, Jack moved back down on the bed and his tongue continued its assault from minutes before. All his fears about whether he still qualified as a man or not was forgotten. When his cock had come to attention, Jack stopped and his hand almost seemed to move of its own accord to push him down again.
"No, just relax," Jack spoke and placed his cock next to this unfamiliar entrance. He knew there shouldn't be any reason to be afraid. If it had fit up his ass, it should fit here. However, his trepidation was mixed with excitement. It felt wetter as though excited. The female equivalent of a stiff one, he supposed. Jack pushed so the tip rubbed against his clit: the slight velvety texture of the skin as well as the slit. Ianto used his left hand to grab onto the headboard. This was taken as a signal because Jack changed direction and moved his cock farther until it met resistance. Jack's blue eyes met his own and they looked a little sad. He leaned up again and Ianto had the feeling he wanted to kiss him so he met him halfway. It was gentle without the use of tongues. Then, Jack broke away as Ianto no longer felt his cock inside him and whispered, "I'm sorry, this is going to hurt." One of Jack's hands was caressing his left breast.
The next second, Ianto screamed which turned into a groan and he felt so embarrassed because he must have woken up the whole house. Jack had taken him by surprise so it was both hurt and shock. Still, he hadn't wanted everyone to know Jack had just popped his cherry. Ianto's other hand grabbed the headboard and he took a few deep breaths. Jack wasn't moving so Ianto tried to get used to the idea of Jack's cock in this very different place. Still, the feeling of fullness was very similar. His lover kissed him on the bump before taking his cock in his mouth again. Ianto thrust which dug Jack's cock in deeper. Pain was mixed with ecstasy. Jack retreated and thrust again which Ianto followed by pushing past Jack's lips. The ache of this unused orifice being penetrated over and over was lessening especially with the distraction of his cock driving into Jack's warm, waiting mouth. As the speed increased, he felt Jack just stop. He took his mouth away from Ianto's cock and shook his head. Ianto realized that Jack wasn't going to be able to keep up with that pace on both ends. He felt Jack's hands move up his sides and saw that it was parallel with his belly button. Jack began thrusting again. The force pushed Ianto against the pillows so that he sometimes hit his head on the headboard. However, Jack seemed to be making an effort to hit his clit with every push and pull of his cock through Ianto's channel. He was beginning to like it. His body thrust back into their old rhythm. It was funny that he could call it their "old" rhythm since he had only known Jack for twenty-two weeks. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room accompanied by their moans of pleasure. He looked up at Jack who held a determined expression on his face but was also watching him. Ianto nodded in encouragement. It seemed to be going fine for a first time. His orgasm built up as before and intensified until he came both ways. He'd had the feeling that they had been better since he'd become pregnant and now they felt twice as good. For several seconds, that feeling of utter delight was all he could think about. He noticed the cum from his cock had sprayed over Jack's chest. Then, Jack came inside him with a shudder and an extra feeling of wetness. Ianto could tell as the limp dick was pulled from his body and replaced with a finger. Jack took the finger to his lips and sucked on it.
"Delicious," he said and Ianto shook his head. Sure, he swallowed when Jack came in his mouth, but that was different. This was his vagina and Jack acted like it was ambrosia or something.
"Eww," he stated and Jack laughed. He stuck a few more fingers in his entrance and held them up. They were coated in cum and blood.
"Come on, taste it. We taste good together," Jack spoke and moved closer to him. Ianto had no intention of finding that out yet his inquisitive nature was winning out over his logical self. It wasn't like this opportunity would come up again. After a deep breath, he took Jack's right hand and ran his tongue over the fingers. He recognized Jack's taste and the metallic flavor of blood, but there was also a salty and sweet combination. His face must have shown his surprise because Jack asked with a smile, "It's sweet, isn't it?"
He nodded and Jack continued, "I'm not sure if that's the pregnancy or what we ate for dinner or both."
They kissed and he tasted more of his sweet essence on Jack's tongue.
Chapter Sixteen: Twenty-four Weeks Along Continues
