We had a full day on Monday.  On Tuesday morning, I called J and T and P and D, but nothing was happening.  I called Jack to see what was up.  He told me the plan for Cloverton was stuck in the legal department.  There was no surprise there.  I decided to pamper my Baby.

I walked into the bedroom; Pam was coming out of the bathroom and getting back in bed.

“Coffee, Mommy?”  I asked her.

“Yes, please,” she said.  Her face was glowing.  I’m sure the procedure worked; we were going to be Mommy and Daddy.

I brought her coffee. God, she looked so beautiful.  She waited until I got into bed; we locked arms and had our first morning sip.  We talked about yesterday, kissed and cuddled.  Pam looked at me; she seemed perplexed.

“Will you still love me when I’m fat?” 

HUH?

“Pam, you are carrying our baby.  He/she needs room to grow.  You’re not going to be fat.  You are bringing a baby into our lives, Honey.  Will you love me when I’m old, fat, gray-haired, hard of hearing, and fart a lot?”  I just looked at her.

Pam stared at me for quite some time, then I burst into laughter.  “You goofball.  I’ll love you no matter what,” she said.

“Well, I will love you when your tummy is holding our baby, and after that, and forever.  And don’t get fussy with me or I’ll spank your butt,”  I shouldn’t have said that.  Pam’s expression changed to a big smile and sultry look.

“Mmm, I love it when you’re forceful, grrrr,” she growled.  I’m in trouble.

“Baby, we can’t for a little while.  You know what Doctor Foster said.  Rest, you have to have rest,”  I pushed the subject.

“Yes, but my dentist says I’m in good health,”  she licked her lips.  Her phone rang.

“Good morning to you.  I hope you had a good weekend and day off.”  Miss Timbrook’s cheerful voice filled the room.

“Pam, is Mark available for Wednesday through Friday?”  Miss Timbrook’s voice pierced like a knife.

I thought Pam was going to cry, but not her.  “Yes, he is.  He has an appointment late this afternoon, but then he is available.”

“Excellent.  Two, possibly three jobs have just come out of legal, and Mr. Lupton would like to get on them as soon as possible.  When can I send the information?”  Miss Timbrook was all business, and so was Pam.

“You can send them when you’re ready.  Please send them in the order of importance so Mark can plan his week.” Pam looked at me with a loving expression.

“Thank you, Pam.  I’ll send them as soon as I get them put together.”  The call ended.

“I want you, I love you and I need you, now more than ever.  I don’t want you to go, but I know you have to earn a living for us.  I will be here at my laptop for any reason.”  Pam sipped her coffee.

About thirty minutes later, Pam’s laptop sprang to life.  There were two emails marked by their importance on her screen.  Pam sipped her coffee and stared at her screen.  She opened another tab for directions.  Copper mines and Spencer were not far apart.  That was a plus

I looked at the projects from my laptop.  None of them seemed to pose a problem.  If I played my cards right, I could be home by Thursday night or Friday morning.  I don’t want to leave Pam alone.  She would try to do the job, clean the house, and do laundry when she was supposed to be taking it east.  Her idea of “easy” and the doctor’s are not the same.

“Baby, please send them an email telling them I will leave tomorrow and have the preliminary sketches in their email by Friday,”  I asked Pam. “I’ll refill our coffee,”  I said as I got out of bed.

I returned to the bedroom with our coffee, and Pam’s expression said something different. She was lying on one elbow, resting her head in her hand, smiling, and beckoning me with her finger.

“Come here, Lover.  I want my Man,” Pam purred.

“Honey, I love you and want you, but you know what your doctor said,” Junior was disagreeing with me.

“Yes, Doctor Foster, but my dentist said I’m fine.  Now, bring him to me before I come after him,” Pam growled.

As I got into bed, Pam said to make myself comfortable.  She lay down next to me, her face not far from my cock.  She propped herself onto her elbow again and began to fondle my balls.

“Mm-hmm, just as I thought.  Full, almost to overflowing.  This is not good for a man; it could cause all sorts of complications.  I suggest a nice relaxing massage, like this,” Pam cooed.

Pam began massaging my balls as she smiled and made sexual sounds.  She purred and licked her lips, then she squeezed them just enough to make my hips push up.  Pam giggled and said, “Not yet, Lover.”

She pushed my legs apart, looked at me, and licked her lips.  She held my cock and used it for her lollipop.  Licking and sucking, Pam was pulling me into her sexual desires.  When she swallowed my cock, I could feel the back of her throat;  I wanted to cum.

“Baby,” she cooed,”  is there anything special you would like?”  and my cock disappeared into her mouth again.

Pam was using her tongue to tease me, she lightly licked just under my cock head.  I was squirming with the sensual touches. Pam watched me succumb to her sexuality, she knew she was in control.

Pam kissed my cock and stroked my cock, she knew the perfect combination.  Bit by bit, I was getting closer to my orgasm, and Pam knew it.  She gave me a sly look from the corner of her eye.

“See, I’m being good.  The doctor said I should rest and I am resting. I’m relaxing and doing one of the things I enjoy,”  Pam purred.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,”  I groaned.

“I know,” she cooed and swallowed my cock.

My first load blasted down her throat, Pam swallowed it all and sucked wanting more.  She pulled my cock skin so it was tight and pursed her lips.  It felt like I was going in and out of her pussy.  Pam moaned with pleasure as her mouth slowly moved up and down my throbbing shaft.

Pam swallowed each load and continued to suck me.  I slammed my hands on the bed, Pam took them and put them on the back of her head.  Every drop of cum in my balls was emptied with the last two shots from my cock.  

My entire body gave up its weight to the bed.  I was sweating, panting, just exhausted from Pam’s sucking.  At best, all I could do was breathe.  Pam kissed my cock and patted it squeezed my balls and then put her head on her pillow next to mine.

“Hi Lover,” she whispered.  “Relaxed?”  She cooed.

“I’m lucky I have the strength to breathe,” I stammered.

“Oh, my,” she teased, “do you need something to help you relax?”  she was kissing my cheek and running her hand over my chest.

I pulled Pam to me and she cuddled next to me.  She put her head on my chest.

“I don’t want you to go without any love, Mark.  I know you are happy about a baby, but you know how important it is to me to give you everything a woman can give her man.  I know I have to be careful for a couple of days, but I want you to be satisfied.”  She moved up to kiss me.

“Pam, every day I wake up, your smile gives me all the love any man could hope for.  You are an amazing woman, and don’t ever forget that, Baby.”  I returned her kiss.

I reluctantly got out of bed.  I went to the bathroom to shower and shave; Pam went to make breakfast.  When I had finished, I quietly walked to the kitchen.  Pam was minding the eggs and looking at her bare tummy.  She had a warm smile and a glow around her.

“A penny for your thoughts, Mommy,”  I said.

“Mark, Baby, I was just thinking about being a Mom.  I don’t know how, but it feels wonderful, you make it feel wonderful,” she sighed.

I was standing behind Pam, my arms wrapped around her waist.  I patted her tummy and kissed the back of her head.  Pam put her arms over mine and sighed deeply. 

“If you don’t let me go, your eggs will burn,” she warned.

“I don’t care, I’ve got you in my arms,”  I squeezed her slightly.

Pam managed to put my breakfast on a plate while I held her.  She giggled, “Here, this is yours.  Now, sit down and eat before it gets cold.  I will be there in a second.”

Breakfast was fit for a king, as usual.  We talked about the two surveys for this week.  Pam was visibly sad; even her voice was sad.  She picked at her breakfast, not like Pam.  I hated seeing her like this, so I did the next best thing.

I got up from the table and walked toward the bedroom.

“Mark, what’s wrong, Baby?  Don’t you like your breakfast?”  Pam’s voice was now worried.

I came back to the table with my phone.  Pam sat there, puzzled.  I punched the speed dial.

“Good morning, Yvonne.  How are you?  Pam is doing wonderfully.  I have a question.  You know I am a surveyor would it be okay to take Pam with me this week?  All she would have to do was ride in the car and hold a rod. 

Sure, I’ll hold while you talk to Doctor Foster.  Yes, I’m here.  Okay.  Thanks, Yvonne. Have a good day.”  I ended the call.  Pam was on the end of her chair with anticipation.

“Well?  Well?  Mark Thomas Compton, you better tell me what she said, or next time I will bite your balls.”  I believed her.

“You’re going to Copper Mines and Spencer.” I went back to my breakfast.

Pam threw her napkin at me.  “Mark Compton, you are such a, a, such a meanie.  Not telling me right away.  Oh, you stinker,”  Pam was jumping with excitement.  She came over to me, straddled my lap, and kissed me all over my face.

“Honey, I couldn’t leave you at home.  I love you so much, I want you with me.  When we get back, we can clean the house and do the laundry.”  I smiled and kissed her.

“Wait a minute.  Wait a doggone minute.  You’re taking me to make sure I don’t do a lot of moving around, lifting, and doing stuff.  That’s why you’re taking me, isn’t it?”  Pam was trying not to smile.

“Pamela, how could you accuse me of such a thing?”  I tried to act innocent.

She held my face in her hands and slowly shook her head.  “My Lover, my Protector.  Here we are again, me first before anything else.  No wonder I love you so much,”  Pam kissed me tenderly.

After breakfast, we started packing for our trip. Pam put upbeat music on the CD player and hummed or sang along as she packed her suitcase. I suggested that after this trip, we should get duplicate items, such as toothbrushes, toothpaste, and the like. Pam added to the idea of getting a small travel bag to put them in. We were rocking as a team.

It’s a good thing we had that conversation.  After Copper Mines and Spencer, we didn’t have a week without a job.  Both companies kept us busy.  It was almost as though we came home to reload our suitcases and were off again.  We had a laundromat do our clothes at one point because we were so busy.

There were a couple of monthly parties we attended briefly by speaker phone.  There were times I would catch Pam dozing off in the car, her hands on her tummy and a smile on her face.  Then there were times we were having dinner at a bar and grill, and Pam would be uploading information on her laptop for the companies.

No matter what town we were in, at the end of the day, we showered and cuddled.  When we got into bed Pam’s little butt would be against me but now, my hand was not on her tit, but her tummy.

Departed Soul