American Woman: Book 4

Chapter 17

The next day as I was getting ready for the prenatal appointment, "Manic Monday" came on the radio I was listening to in the bathroom. As I was singing along and putting on my makeup, Prince walks in and smiles. "I know, I can't sing!" I groan.
"No, momma. It's ok. At least you're singing along to one of my songs." He chuckles.
"What do you mean?" I ask, applying my eyeliner. "This is The Bangles."
"Really?!" Prince asked sarcastically. "Who do you think wrote that hit?!"
"Who?" I asked, absentmindedly.
"You're joking, right?" He stops and stares at me.
"Honey, I don't know songwriters. I'm sorry. I'm not sure. Maybe if you tell me their name I would recognize it." I suggest.
"Christopher." Prince replied, rolling his eyes.
"Christopher what? Christopher Cross?" I ask.
"No!" Prince exclaims. "Just Christopher. You don't know who Christopher is?"
"Yes I know some Christophers but they all have last names!" I shoot back. "I'm sorry, I don't know a songwriter who is named just Christopher."
"Oh my god! Do you know Alexander Nevermind?"
"No..."
"Jamie Starr?!"
"Who..."
"Joey Coco?!"
"No..."
"Jensen!!! Holy shit! How..."
"What?! I'm sorry. What's the big deal? Are they friends of yours or something?" I ask, walking into the closet to find an outfit.
"No momma, they're not friends of mine. They're me!!!!" He shrieks while following me into the closet.
"What do you mean, they're you?" I asked, confused, grabbing a dress off a hanger.
"Pseudonyms baby! Names I would sometimes use when writing songs for other people." Prince explains.
"Really?! I didn't know any of that. So you wrote 'Manic Monday?!'"
"You're damn right I did! Can't you tell?!" Prince smirks.
"Well now that you mention it, yes I can! I knew there must be a reason I always loved that song. It came out when I was in junior high. I was a little obsessed with all of them, wanted to be them, especially Susanna. Did you write any more of their songs? "Walk Like an Egyptian?" "Eternal Flame?" I asked, eagerly.
"Give me a break! I only gave them that song bc I wanted to bang Susanna. Guess I liked her as much as you did." He laughs.
"Asshole!" I huff, throwing on my dress. "So did your perverted little plan work?"
"No." Prince sighs. "I never had sex with her."
"Awe poor baby." I sarcastically reply, stomping passed him back into the bathroom to do my hair.
"I know. The least she could have done was jack me off or something for giving them a huge hit." He responds after me. "Maybe it was bc I was engaged to another Susannah at the time."
"You slime ball!" I yell from the bathroom. "I'm so glad I never met the younger version of you."
"Me too! But them having the same name did come in handy. I could call out Susannah with a h's name out while banging her but be fantasizing about Susanna with no h." He laughs.
"God you were such a sleazy creep! Luckily Jensen isn't a very common name..."
"Don't go there!" He says, coming back into the bathroom fully dressed. He comes up behind me and wraps his hand around my waist, rubbing my growing baby bump. "The only woman I have sex with or fantasize about now is you....and only you." He whispers deeply in my ear.
"I hope so." I moan, shivers racing down my spine.
"Absolutely, momma. A man who is a womanizer, like I used to be, is not a happy man deep down. I promise you that. I wouldn't go back to that life for anything." He assures me while turning me towards him and raising my dress up over my legs. He carefully picks me up and sits me down, my bare thighs meeting the cold countertop. "I can't believe you didn't know about all my pseudonyms."
"I knew about the symbol and Skipper." I laughed. "So I could call out any of those names and it would still be you."
"I guess so. Not Skipper though, please!" He pleads.
"Hmmmm which one would I want to scream out in ecstasy." I ponder. "Maybe...Joey Coco....but only if I can say the whole name." I giggle. "Oh Joey Coco!" I try out in a fake moan.
"Now let me make you say it for real." Prince demands, pulling down my panties and leaning down to meet my core. He swirls his tongue around my clit repeatedly, making me slam my back up against the mirror. "Does that feel good, momma?"
"Mmmmhmmmm. We don't have long though. I don't want to keep the doctor waiting. Fuck me daddy." I beg, raising up and scooting down to the edge of the counter.
Prince drops his pants and underwear to his ankles and gives himself a few strokes while staring between my spread legs at my dripping center. "I can't wait for my baby to come out of this beautiful paradise." He breathes out, while running his fingers up and down my slit. "As if I didn't love it enough before and all the pleasure it brings me." He moans, replacing his fingers with his erected dick, teasing my clit and folds. "But before anything else comes out of it, I'm going to cum in it." He claims, slamming into me.
Awe fuck, Joey Coco!" I scream out, caught off guard by his aggression. "You're rough!" I laugh.
"You're Prince's girl. I figured you liked it rough." He jokes. "Do you want me to ease up?"
I shake my head no. "So I'm cheating on Prince?" I ask between pants.
"Nobody cheats on Prince. He's letting you get with Joey." He smirks at me.
"I didn't think he likes to share."
"Momma, hush! You're ruining it!" He chuckles. We stayed silent for the next few minutes as he pumped in and out of me with great force. "I'm almost there baby." He exclaims right before I feel his warm explosion spray my walls. He stays inside me and brings his fingers down to my clit, only needing to give me a few strokes before I shook in ecstasy. "So how was Joey Coco?" He asked, collapsing into my shoulder.
"He was good! But I still prefer my Prince." I respond, kissing along his neck.
"Good answer, momma. Let's get cleaned up and go see how our baby is doing." He smiles, while helping me down.
"So how is the tour going?" Dr. Thatcher asked as she entered the room.
"Great!" Prince replied. "Jensen is feeling great thankfully, Devon has done amazingly well adjusting to life on the road, and we've even started potty training and it's going ok so far. She does it in the potty about half the time. Only pee though, but we are working on it. We are getting to see some pretty cool places and I have the best fans in the world so the shows are always a blast."
"We really are having an amazing time. I'm so glad this pregnancy has been as smooth as the first one. It has made everything that much easier. And now that I won't have to hide it when we head back out next week, it will make things even easier." I chuckle. "No more having to try to strategically hide my stomach from everyone. I mean a couple people know but most don't, or at least we haven't told them. They may have figured it out since I am showing pretty good already."
"Yes, you are." Dr. Thatcher smiled. "Very typical to show sooner the second, or third, time around." She responds, catching her mistake. "You are a couple pounds heavier at this stage than you were with Devon."
"Ug! I know!" I groan, rolling my eyes. "I'm not gaining too much, am I?!" I asked, growing concerned.
"Absolutely not! With your first pregnancy, you were on the verge of not gaining enough at the beginning."
"Well this time around I actually knew I was pregnant during the first trimester!" I giggled. "That does help to make a difference in the way you eat and go about things."
"Well everything seems to being going perfectly. Let me get you measured and we can take a peek if y'all want." The doctor suggests.
Prince and I both eagerly nod our heads.
"Ok measuring between 15 and 16 weeks. The baby should be about four inches long and weigh a couple of ounces, about like an apple. Let's take a look." She says, squirting the gel on my stomach. Suddenly the baby appears on the monitor, flipping and flopping around on the screen. "Got a busy body! How you felt any movement yet, Jensen?"
"No, not yet."
"I bet you will soon, again with this not being your first go around, you may feel it earlier than with Devon. And this little one seems to like to move!" She laughs. "It's so wiggly I can't even good a good glimpse of the gender!"
"If you can, how likely are you to be accurate this early?" Prince asked.
"Not one hundred percent, but pretty dang close. Are y'all wanting to know?" She asked.
I look up at Prince and shrug. "Up to you baby." I respond.
"It's not going to matter to us either way, right?" He asks me.
"Right." I smile.
"Might as well see what the doctor thinks, and we can check again later just for confirmation before we start buying anything." He suggests.
"Ok. Let's see if I can get it in a good position to tell what we got going on down there." Dr. Thatcher replies. She jiggles my belly, trying get the baby to move how she wants it. "So any guesses?"
"I think it's another girl." I respond.
"I have no idea!" Prince laughs. "And I don't care, as long as it's healthy. It does look healthy, right?"
"She looks perfect!" The doctor smiles up at us.
"Did you just say she?!" I exclaim.
"I sure did! Looks to me like Devon is getting a little sister! More pink in your future daddy!" She laughs.
I look up at a beaming Prince. "Or purple this time." He jokes, leaning down to give me a tender kiss. "I'm still the king of my castle. Devon is going to be in for the shock of her life when she finds out she won't be the only little princess anymore." He chuckles.
I couldn't describe how elated I was in that moment. To know our baby was healthy was the biggest source of my happiness, but to see how overjoyed Prince was even though it was another girl made my heart burst. I loved the thought of having two little girls who could grow up as best friends, but I was determined now more than ever to not stop there. Prince was such a great husband and father, and I wanted nothing more than to one day give him a son.