Melanie POV

We proceeded to the bathroom inching to the sink. Closer, closer...

"Ladies and gentlemen the results are in...YOU ARE THE FATHER!" I could hear Maury's voice in my head. We both looked at all three pregnancy tests line up side by side. Three perfectly pink lines almost glowing with perfection.

"Damn it!"

"Wait! I thought you would be doing the jig?"

"Mel, I tossed you on the bed and slobbered you down when I could have hurt the baby. I was so deep, gawd I hope my little precious one is okay." He walked away pretending to be devastated, pacing back and forth.

I slobbered you down? My husband was now too hood.

"Shut up Marc!" I laughed.

He grabbed me and spun me around. "I am truly thrilled, although I would have thought it would have happened a long time ago especially how we go at it."

"Marc!"

"I'm serious. You should be having quintuplets."

"I swear, you are going to make me hurt you."

"I think you should schedule your first appointment as soon as possible. You should have a doctor here and back home, that way we can decide where the baby should be born. We will need two nurseries. Do you think the baby will need a car seat on the plane? Probably so, it can be dangerous in the air. We probably need three or four for the cars. We need to call my parents, mama is going to be thrilled and your dad. We also need those white plastic  locks on the doors and toilets so they won't drown. I need to make a list."

"Marc?"

He went walking to the nightstand pulling out drawers.

"Marc? Helloooooo earth calling Marc? MARC!"

"What?! Why are you yelling? I'm right here."

I laughed. "Slow your roll. The doctor needs to confirm the pregnancy first. Take a deep breath. That's it, blow in, blow out."

He looked at me and then my hand.

"Mel what are you doing?"

I put my hand behind my back.

"What?"

"What's that in your hand?"

"Nothing."

I batted my eyes. I took off running but he caught me and started tickling me.

"Stop before I pee on you."

He grabbed my phone out of my hand.

"Were you recording me?"

"Whatcha talking about Willis?"

He hit the play button and shook his head.

"Sorry but I had to record your reaction. The guys wouldn't believe it if I didn't have proof."

"You can't show that? I look like a maniac."

"Blackmail baby, blackmail. By the way it's in the cloud so say bye, bye, bye." I laughed.

"You got to the count of three sweetheart."

"What?"

"One, two..."

I was out the room by the end of two.

Later on that evening

"Congratulations it's official, you're pregnant," Doctor Hill said.

Marc had called the doc up and he was able to see me. While I was hiding from him earlier, he had called Ian to get Dr. Hill's number.

"I would estimate that you are right at about ten weeks from the measurements taken. Let's see if we can get a heartbeat."

Taking the Doppler he felt around and there it was. Looking at the screen and then turning to Marc, I knew I had the biggest smile on my face. I was scared that after the accident my chances wouldn't have been so great but now, it was official.

Marc lean down and kissed me on the forehead. He was happy and excited. Holding my hand he squeezed it and told me how much he loved me which made my heart flutter.

"Here are some pics and since you are headed home, I just need the name of your doctor so we can exchange information since you will be traveling back and forth. Here's my private contact information so you call me anytime."

"Thanks doc."

"No problem. You will need to schedule monthly appointments when you get home." He wrote a prescription for vitamins, shook our hands and walked out.

"Wow, I'm so excited."

"Me too. Marc honey, I think we should wait before we tell people."

"Why?"

"Just in case... I think we should wait a few more weeks."

He looked a little disappointed.

"Please. I've known women to miscarry before the first trimester and its painful for them. I pray everything goes well but if..."

"Mel?"

"I'm just saying. I only want us to know."

"Okay. We can wait until your next appointment."

"Thank you." He helped me off the table and we headed home.

For the next two days we laid in bed catching up on movies. We took walks on the beach and even had a sunset  picnic on our last night. We finished up and I climbed in his lap as he held me.

Looking up in the sky I felt blessed. Not only did I marry the man of my dreams but I was about to become a mother. Swept up in my emotions I held on to him.

"Are you okay?" he asked in concern.

"I'm happy but I just wish my own mom was here. This is the time I really miss and need her."

He rubbed my arm.

"I'm happy too. Believe me your mother is watching down upon you. She will always be here with you."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and soothed myself by listening to his heartbeat. He kissed me on top of my head.

"I'm going to miss this place."

"We will be back soon. Abraham will join us in a couple days to make sure the house is packed up."

"The first break you get I want to come back."

"Deal. Bedtime, it's getting late and we have an early flight tomorrow."

I yawned. "Okay."

We went inside and he ran us a bath. We got in and he just held me. Being so close my body was ready to take action. I pursued him although he was hesitant at first.

"Maybe this is not a good idea Mel."

In a purr I said, "don't you want me Marcelin?"

"Damn you! Did you have to use my name like that."

I kissed him on his throat and used my hands to rub up his chest. It didn't take long before we were both lost in the moment. The sex before was hot but now, it was smoking. Everything on my body was sensitive. Each touch, riled me up even more. We both exploded leaving us panting and exhausted.

"Let's go to bed."

I couldn't agree with him more. Once my head hit the pillow I was out.

Sunday Morning

It was Sunday afternoon and we had just arrived back in New Orleans. Ever since finding out I was pregnant, I was tired and hungry all the time. By the time this baby came, I would be a fat lazy cat. Being in Wonderland, I had started jogging in the morning on the beach. It was relaxing and I felt good about myself.

We had to land at the main airport since they were doing repairs to the tarmac at the private one.

"They have Copeland's here, I sure could use some red beans and rice with cornbread and a link of sausage." I batted my eyes at Marc.

"Would you like me to get you some?"

"Yes, since you asked, thank you babe, I'll meet you over there I have to use the restroom. Oh and I want a slice of pecan pie with extra whip cream." I kissed him and walked away.

Coming out the bathroom I saw two supermodel wannabes looking at Marc. He was standing in line waiting to place my order. I watched as they passed him up and then made an u-turn.

The blonde was easing her way over while the brunette started pushing her hair back from her ears. He wasn't paying any attention until the blonde dropped her purse. Marc glanced looking at the purse but brought his attention back up to his phone. The blonde was wearing a short skirt. Wait, was she bending down grabbing her purse and rubbing her ass on my husband's leg? Oh hells nah!

Marc eased up in the line, just one more person in front and then I would be moments away from getting my brunch and snatching her ass.

Now I watched as the brunette took her turn. The blonde looked puzzled. The brunette touched Marc on his arm getting his attention. He turn and with the quickness the blonde was easing her hand pulling out Marc's wallet. At that very moment a security officer was about to walk by.

"Excuse me officer?"

"Yes ma'am."

"That blonde over there just took that man's wallet. Evidently the brunette is in on it too."

He looked in their direction and called in for backup. He walked over and both ladies looked scared. Marc looked around until I waved looking confused. I walked towards them.

"I didn't take his wallet," the blonde called out. "How dare you accuse me?"

"She has it officer. Marc check your pocket."

He did and it was empty.

"My wallet?"

The blonde tried to make a run for it but I hit her with my Hermés bag where she stumbled and hit a table. The brunette was nabbed by the cop and placed on the ground. I put my foot on blondes back and grabbed his wallet from her clutches. Theme music of, I'm Every Woman by Chaka Khan came on and I opened up my chest to reveal I was wearing a S for Superwoman.

"Mel?"

"Uh?"

"Mel we are back in New Orleans, wake up sweetheart."

"What?"

"We are back home. The plane just landed. Why were you humming?"

"Oh. Was I sleep?"

He laughed. "Oh were you...yes. Your snoring guided the plane for a perfect landing." He rubbed his ears.

Smartass.

"So the blonde and brunette didn't take your wallet at the airport?"

He looked confused. "Mel baby you must have been dreaming. All I heard you repeating was that you were every woman, Chaka Khan."

"Oh lawd, I'm going cray-cray." I raised up from his lap and wiped my mouth. Marc looked down at his pants and my slobber made an appearance.

"Sorry." I tried to wipe it but was making more of a wet spot and the Dickster was starting to awake.

"It should dry."

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"You made a great pillow. You can add it to your repertoire." I laughed but he didn't.

I was still trying to get my barrens as he remained quiet undoing my seatbelt.

"You ready?" He grabbed his briefcase and my binder. I could see sticky notes on several pages of my proposal. He had read it. Yes!

"I'm ready." He held my hand and we walked off the plane. We were back at the private airfield and his Range Rover had been pulled up to the tarmac. Since the whole Alfred deal, he either drove himself or used a service.

"Why don't you sit in the back?"

"Why?"

"It's safer back there."

"Marc please, this vehicle is safe so I can sit in the front next to you."

"I don't know."

"Marc move." I pushed him back, got in the truck, put my seatbelt on along with my shades and closed the door. I rolled the window down.

"Let's roll Marc."

He mumbled something and got in. I leaned my head on the window and he drove off.

"Do you mind if we stop at the poboy place? I could use a footlong shrimp and catfish mix."

"Any place in particular?"

"We Never Close Poboy Shop."

"Never heard of that."

"Oh my gawd." I put my hand on my heart and then across my forehead like Scarlet O'Hara. "They have the best poboys in New Orleans. It's off Chef Menteur Highway in a gas station."

"That's like thirty minutes away, another twenty with this traffic just to go to a gas station?"

"Please baby baby please with nooky on top."

"Are you going to be like this for the next six and half months?"

"Don't know?"

"You lucky I love you."

"Yes I am," I replied smiling like a cheshire cat.

Hours later...

We were home. I had on my big pink puffy robe and slippers getting out the shower. Marc was sitting on the sofa in our bedroom typing on his computer when I walked in.

"Jacob sent me some listings on a couple houses we might be interested in."

"Cool. To be honest we can just stay here. It's safe, my things are already here and we are close to major happenings in the city not to mention your office. Why do we have to move?"

"We don't have a yard for one and when MJ is born I'm sure they are going to want a puppy."

"MJ?"

"Yep. Marc Jr. or depending on your mood Melanie Jr."

"Hahaha very funny."

He chuckled. "Gray invited us to dinner tonight at Emerils. Do you want to go?"

"Sure, what time?"

"Seven."

"I'm down. I could use some shrimp and grits and some good old bread pudding."

"Always food."

"Always baby."

Five o'clock

"Nothing fits!"

"Maybe if you didn't eat that extra footlong seafood poboy and those two pieces of pound cake something would."

"This is your fault. You got me pregnant."

"It takes two you know."

"You hypnotized me with the dick. If it wasn't so...never mind."

"So what? Gigantic, tasty, beautiful?"

"Shut up Marc!"

He started that little dance where he moves his hips around. He made his way up behind me grinding on my ass.

"You are officially cut off mister."

He pouted. "It won't last long," he laughed.

"We will see."

"You will be begging for it."

"No I won't."

He touched my breasts and rubbed his thumbs across my buds. Ignore him Mel. But it felt so good. Fight the temptation. But he's so addictive. One, two, three, deep breath. That's it. You are Superwoman.

I walked away. Good girl.

"How can I in less than a few days gain weight?"

My words brought him out of his daze.

"I'm sure there is something in there you can wear."

"I've tried on three dresses and they are tight."

"I could give you the Marc workout plan and you could lose a few pounds in less than forty-five minutes."

I rolled my eyes at him and walked back in the closet. I finally found a stretchy black and gray dress. I walked to my underwear drawer and pulled out the granny panties.

"What the hell are those? They look like a parachute."

"My panties."

"Can't be." He came over and pulled them out my hands stretching and pulling them with his teeth.

"What are you doing?"

"What are these made of...cotton?"

"Yes they are very comfortable and give them back."

"What's this in the middle?"

"A built in girdle."

He turned up his nose and I grabbed them away from him.

"Not sexy at all, I just want you to know," and he walked off.

Later on...

We arrived downtown. As soon as we parked, Gray and Tammy pulled up next to us. It had been a few months since I had seen her last.

"Oh my god I'm so happy you two are back. I have been going crazy not seeing my best friend." Tammy and I hugged each other while Gray and Marc shook hands.

"Wait something is different about you Mel."

"Uh? What?"

"I don't know. I can't put my finger on it. Ah yeah I know."

I was starting to get nervous.

"Those hips are spreading which only means... damn Marc give my girl a break."

I was relieved. Marc looked to me and then at Tammy.

"We are going to be late for our reservations ladies, we better get a move on it," Gray said looking suspicious.

"Is everything okay honey?" Tammy asked.

"Yes, everything is fine," he replied.

Marc took my hand and we headed towards the restaurant. The moon was starting to shine brightly in the sky and the stars looked like tiny diamonds blinking. We made it half way to the restaurant when I noticed a small chamber orchestra playing. Gray stopped directly in front of them as Marc and I were a few feet away.

Tammy stood there smiling until Gray got down on his knee and confessed his love to her. I covered my mouth as he reached in his pocket and pulled out that famous blue Tiffany box.

"Tamara Rose Perault would you do me the honors of being my wife?"

Tammy literally bohooed right there in her spot. She stared back at Gray as we waited for her answer. She nodded her head real fast and, "yes," finally whispered from her lips. He raised up and pulled her into his arms. I was now a bundle of tears. I watched as he kissed her and people that were walking around us clapped and cheered while others had their video cameras recording.

Finally Tammy turned to me jumping up and down.

"Oh my goodness can you believe it?" Her makeup looked flawless although she was crying like the downpour of a monsoon.

"I'm so happy for you bestie. Congratulations." Damn that ring was huge. Good choice Gray.

"Congrats man," Marc said smiling at Gray and shaking his hand.

"Did you know about this?" I asked Marc.

"Why would I know?"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Mel you are paranoid. I don't know everything that happens in the world today."

"Hum." I turned away and saw him wink at Gray. Boys will be boys.

We arrived at the restaurant and the hostess escorted us to the private dining room. She opened the door and both Tammy and Gray's family and friends cheered on the happy couple. Her mom Nancy and dad Troy came up and greeted them followed by Gray's parents. Marc and I stayed back as the new couple were congratulated.

A hour later I was in the restroom  worshiping the porcelain god as if I was giving the most worthy sacrifice of all time. It's amazing I had been eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted and I was fine until one little shrimp kabob made me never want to see food again.

"Mel you okay?"

I didn't answer. Could they tell I was  busy?

I quickly finished and as soon as I opened the door, Tammy was standing there with her arms folded.

"I knew something was different but I didn't want to say anything just in case Marc didn't know yet."

"I don't know..."

"You're pregnant. It's all in your hips, ass and face. Even your boobies are getting bigger. You only wear that elastic dress when you're bloated and I don't think Aunt Flo is here visiting."

Busted.

"And you betta not lie."

Damn she knew me too well.

"The doctor confirmed it yesterday. I convinced Marc not to tell anyone until after the first trimester, just in case."

"Well it's going to be one plump baby. I noticed you stuffing your face with shrimp kabobs."

"Yeah and now I'm paying for it. Hold that thought..."

I ran back to the toilet. She came in the stall and held my hair back as my food started breakdancing out my mouth. She started to laugh.

"What's funny?"

"Look at us. I haven't held your hair like this since you got drunk at Dudley's sixteenth birthday party."

"If I remember correctly we took turns holding each other's hair swearing we would never drink again."

"The me part is a little fuzzy Mel." We both laughed.

"Here's a peppermint. It should settle your stomach."

"Thanks."

I washed up and popped the peppermint in my mouth. Looking in the mirror Tammy looked back at me.

"Did you think a year ago we would both be this happy?"

"No. I would have denied it."

"Thanks for setting me up with Gray."

"You both deserve to be happy."

"I love you bestie."

"I love you too bestie." We both hugged and walked out only to be greeted by the sexy, intelligent and handsome debonair men that had stolen our hearts.