Kitchen Promises

By: Brooke Cumberland

“Well, if this wasn’t the best morning I’ve ever had—breakfast in bed and sex all before my shower.” I grinned. My legs felt like jelly as all my muscles were stretched and aching.

“Glad to be of service.” His voice was filled with amusement. I’ve been like this for the past few months—needing sex on demand. I felt bad, as if I were using him, but I figured it wasn’t much different from before I got pregnant.

“Must be horrible for you, always needing to fulfill my needs, and all.” I stroked his back with my fingertips as he continued lying on top of me.

“It’s not always easy being the boss. Sometimes I have to do the dirty work.” I could feel his smile against my chest as we bantered.

“Oh, you poor thing. I almost feel sorry for you.” I rolled my eyes.

He kissed me lightly on the lips before rolling off the bed. I just watched as he walked to the bathroom. I listened as the shower started and steam began filling the room.

“Come on, let’s shower together.” He smiled, holding his hand out for me.

“Definitely the best morning ever.” I grinned, taking his hand in mind as I followed him in.

And it was the best shower ever.




Watching Molly unravel beneath me is by far the sexiest thing on Earth. The way her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and the way she sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth, undoes me every time. The way she moaned and screamed through the pleasure gave me a high. I loved hearing her little voice scream out my name as she clawed at the bedrails. I loved everything about her—pregnancy hormones and all.

The day we went to her first ultrasound is a day I’ll never forget. Molly was only eight weeks along, but they were easily able to determine that she was carrying twins.

“Are you sure? I mean, maybe it’s just one big sack?” I asked, sweating nervously.

I heard the ultrasound technician chuckle. “Yes, I’m sure. There are two heartbeats.” She pointed to the bottom of the screen where the heartbeats were being recorded and turned up the volume. I heard two fast beating pulses, strong and perfect.

I never before felt scared, nervous, and happy all at once. The way Molly’s face lit up as she watched the screen made everything worth it—the struggles, the pain, being shot—all worth it for this very moment.

Since the beginning when we found out, Molly’s moods have been all over the place. I knew she couldn’t help it, and mostly I just tried not to laugh when she has her outbursts because it’s just the cutest thing ever, but deep down I knew she had a hard time with it. She didn’t like not having control over her emotions. She was used to everything being a certain way and on schedule.

There have been countless nights where she woke me up and demanded sex. Typically, I wouldn’t mind, but after a while, it was becoming routine. I loved her, so I wanted to please her, but between the cravings, random horny moments, and crying, I didn’t know how much longer I’d last through this pregnancy—and she still had 4 months to go…

As Molly got dressed after our shower, I just stood in the doorway and watched. She was so stunning, so beautiful, and she didn’t even realize it. I think she knew she was pretty, but to me, she was simply gorgeous. And seeing her with a swollen belly made her even more beautiful—if that were possible. The way her shirt lay over her stomach with just enough fabric to cover made me anxious for our babies to be here. I knew she had a while to go yet and that she’d get much bigger, but I was definitely enjoying the journey of watching her grow.

“How late do you have to work tonight?” I asked as she buttoned up her chef’s coat. I didn’t want her working anymore so she could take care of herself, but she insisted.

“Blakely and I both close,” she said, smoothing her hands over the coat, ridding all the wrinkles. After everything that happened with Nikos, I made sure the hiring process was much more in depth with screening applicants. I wasn’t going to allow another Nikos in my restaurant.

“Please take it easy,” I begged. Although I knew Molly could still work while being pregnant, and that many other women do too, it still made me nervous knowing hot stoves, ovens, and sharp objects surrounded her. And knowing how clumsy she could be, it made for a not-so-pretty picture in my head.

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