Baby Momma Benefits
Baby Momma Benefits
I’m sharing a few of my stories from Spilled Milk, a themed collection of super steamy short spicy stories.
Oh hot damn, I’ve done it again. It’s messy, it’s wet, it has a happy ending, and oops… it’s in the shower!!
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Baby Momma Benefits
She dabbed at her sweatshirt, tried her best to remove the milky sick mark from her shoulder.
‘Damn!’
The sweatshirt headed for the overflowing laundry bin at high speed. Accompanied by a pair of pants and a greyed out bra.
She sat on the floor and cried. She knew it’d be hard, but this was more than she’d expected.
If only her Brett would put in a bit more effort to support her. She laid down and the next thing she knew he was shaking her awake.
‘Oh my god, Em, you scared me. You OK?’
Panic swept over her, she tried to get up abut dizziness swept over her and she fell to the floor with a bump.
‘I fell to sleep. Shit. Are they…’
‘Both fine, fast asleep. You OK?’
His kind, beautiful face made her collapse into a heap of snotty tears and desperate hugs.
‘Whoa, Em. What’s the matter? Has something happened to your family? Is your dad alright? I thought…’
‘Yes. He’s fine. Everyone’s fine. Except me.’
She sniffed back her last tears and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
‘I’m just so tired. I think I’m losing it.’
’Em, why didn’t you say something?’
‘You’re so busy at work, I didn’t want to put more stress on you.’
‘I’m fine. You know I can do way more to help. But you seemed to have it all together.’
‘Yeah, right?’
‘You know how independent you are. You never want anyone to help.’
‘I’m not at work. They need you too.’
‘Em, it’s going to be fine. We will be great parents, and our kids will be naughty and funny and amazing and clever just like their mum.’
‘I don’t feel fine, or clever.’
‘What can I do to help?’
‘I don’t know.’
She burst into tears again. He let her cry herself out into his shoulder. Then got up off the floor and walked to the en-suite bathroom.
She heard the shower water running, and he soon reappeared and gently lifted her to her feet.
‘Come on.’
He led her to the bathroom and helped her pull off her pants and thick, wooly socks. Then did a dramatic welcome gesture to the hot shower. She walked into the shower and held her head under the hard water jets.
He undressed and joined her.
She stood still, too weary to move, as he soaped her back, her shoulders, her butt.
He turned her to face him. Kissed her gently on the forehead, then lips.
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