Baby, Let's Play House Title:Baby, Let's Play House
Authors: sevs_lil_secret and unbroken_halo
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No money was made writing this bit of fiction.
Pairing:Damon/Grant
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Damon and Gracie have finally settled into their lives on the base and got a surprise to boot; another chance at a child of their own.
Warnings: Language, Discrimination, BDSM
AN: Set 1964, Japan. A bright spot in their lives before Damon and Gracie's world comes crashing down.
Baby, Let's Play House
Propped up against pillows in their bed, Gracie looked down at the swollen mound of her belly and smiled. She was feeling good, there had been very little morning sickness this time and although she was under orders to rest often, she found that she felt healthier than she had in a long time.
Currently she was waiting for her Damon to come home to her from his duties on a different part of the base. She didn't need to worry about cooking the man's evening meal, one of the other officer's wives had come around early that morning and helped her get a small meal together and put into the slow cooker so Gracie could go back to bed.
She was hoping Damon would be alright with the food, it was the first time she'd used the thing Marion had sent her a month ago and she was a little nervous about his reaction. Picking up one of the books he'd picked up for her at the library, Gracie thumbed through it as she listened for the door to open.
Damon hurried to get home to Gracie after the days end. He hated sitting in meetings and planning sessions all day wondering what Gracie was doing, how she was doing and whether or not the baby she was carrying was going to make it. He knew Gracie was doing better than the last times but he had been so hesitant to tell the people at the office. The Officer's Wives Club, though, had announced it in their newsletter and women of all shapes and sizes had descended on him and Gracie.
He pulled the little scooter into the drive and took off his helmet. He hated the damned thing but Base rules had made certain that all riders wore all safety equipment and as an Officer in Command, he had to follow those rules as well.
He stood, straightening his uniform and tapping his lid on to his cropped blond hair. Picking up his briefcase out of the scooter basket, he waved to one of the neighbor's sons and jogged up the short steps into the little duplex they shared on the base in Japan.
Damon opened the door and called out to his wife. "Gracie baby? Don't get up I'm home, Pet." He took off his lid and hung it on the coat rack before setting his briefcase down again next to the door. He began walking down the short hall to their bedroom, unbuttoning the heavy coat of his dress uniform.
"Something smells delicious, baby. What have you been doing?" He stopped in the doorway of their room and looked at the little woman, smiling at her and he leaned against the door.
Gracie looked up at her husband, a wide smile on her face as she held a hand out to him. "Come here, I want a hug," she said, pushing the blanket from her body. "Come here and tell me about your day. I've pretty much been here all day, nothing exciting."
Damon pushed himself off the wall and walked over to Gracie, gingerly climbing on the bed with her and wrapping one arm around her neck as he continued to unbutton his jacket. He sighed as he breathed in her scent and pressed a kiss to the fragrant skin on her neck.
Settling down beside her, he gently laid a hand on her stomach, caressing the little bump with his hand and his magic, acknowledging the small child deep within his lover.
Damon smiled at Gracie and pressed a kiss to her lips. "It was work, Pet. Long meetings that still seem to accomplish nothing. I have no idea what Johnson wishes for us to do but the Thaumaturgy Council is getting frustrated as well."
Gracie listened, her fingers helping Damon to undo his jacket. It had become routine for her to listen to Damon's day and just let the man unwind, he didn't expect her to really say anything and she was alright with that. It seemed at times their political views clashed, but she was married to a US Marine and she would stand behind him regardless.
Easing the jacket from his broad shoulders and down his arms, she stood to go hang the garment in the closet to keep it neat. Holding the hanger in one hand, she quickly brushed the wool with a small lint brush before hanging it. "Are you hungry?"
Damon watched her, admiring her and the shape she now sported. Fear clenched his heart suddenly and he sat up getting up from the bed and leading her back to it. "I am but it can wait while you rest, unless you are hungry as well."
Gracie smiled at her husband, clasping her hand over his. "I've been resting all day, my bottom is sore," she laughed softly. "Let me fix you dinner and then we'll sit on the sofa, okay?"
Damon made a face but nodded and turned, holding on to her hand still and led her down the hall to the kitchen. He took her into the little kitchen and sat down on a bar stool, waiting and watching her closely as she began to finish their dinner. Gracie took the lid off of the crock-pot and looked inside nervously, not sure of what she would find. The roast and vegetables looked alright as far as she could tell. Picking up a plate, she dished out a good portion for Damon and then a smaller one for herself.
"Would you like a salad?" she asked as she shuffled over to the small refrigerator and waited.
Damon inhaled the meaty smells of the root vegetables and beef, smiling at Gracie. "Do I have to?"
Gracie shook her head and laughed. "No, you don't have to." She turned back and picked the plates up. "Do you want to eat at the table or watching television?"
Damon stood and set up the television trays in front of the sofa and walked over, adjusting the antenna on top of the television. He squeezed the foil around the top and grinned as Ed Sullivan came a little better into focus. "Your show is on. I know you like to watch this."
"Thank you," she said, setting the plates down before going back for silverware and something for them to drink. "Damon, would you like a beer with your supper?"
Damon sat on the sofa and pulled the tray over his legs. "That'd be fine, Pet. Bring the salt and pepper too." He grunted and pointed at the television. "Those British boys you like are going to be on the show next month."
Gracie perked up. "The Beatles?" she asked as she pulled a cold bottle of beer from the refrigerator and hurried back to sit down next to Damon. "You don't like them?"
"Yeah, that's the name I think he said." Damon pulled his knife from his pocket and pried the beer top off with the church key. He took a long draw of the draft and sighed. "I don't know, bunch of long haired kids that don't know what real music is, if you ask me."
Gracie knew how Damon felt about the music she listened to, called them all hippies and dirt bags and didn't like listening to it when he was home. Gracie was careful to make sure their small radio was tuned back to the music her husband liked to hear before he got home and she kept her 45's separate from his.
"Is there anyone on the program tonight you want to watch?" she asked as she drank from her glass of milk.
Damon turned and looked at his wife, shaking his head as the man on the television left them to a station break. "I don't remember, baby. You just watch your show. I don't mind." He smiled and forked up some of the tender meat. "I'm going to enjoy this meal."
"Linda Boesch came over this morning and helped me with it," Gracie said as she watched Damon. "I used the crock-pot thing your mother sent. Is it alright?"
Damon nodded and bit into the meat. It was soft, had some flavour to it and melted in his mouth but it wasn't the same as if Gracie had roasted it all day in the oven. "It's fine, Pet. Good. Not as good as if you'd done it in the oven but I don't want you standing in front of the stove all day while you are pregnant. I want you to follow all of the Healer's orders and stay off your feet as much as possible."
He salted and sprinkled more pepper on the meat and his vegetables then stabbed a potato. He smiled at his little wife as he shoved the vegetable in his mouth. "Eat up baby, you got to fill up for two."
Gracie smiled as she watched Damon eat and began to pick at her own meal. As the show came back from commercial, she took a bite now and again while she watched television, slowly working through half a plate of food. As the closing music began to play, she pushed her plate away and sighed.
"Would you like dessert, sir?" she asked, rubbing a hand over her swollen belly.
Damon had finished his dinner and had just been watching Gracie eat and enjoy her show. He nodded and smiled at her, leaning over to press a kiss to the swollen curve of her stomach. "Only if there's something already ready. Don't put yourself out standing there." He ran a hand over her stomach and again fear stabbed at his heart. "You aren't too tired are you? Do I need to put you back in bed?"
Gracie smiled tiredly, her hand caressing Damon's. "I'm alright. There are some brownies in the kitchen. I'll get them." With a grunt, she pushed herself up off of the sofa and gathered up the dirty dishes, taking them to the sink. "Did you want another beer or a glass of milk?"
Damon turned and watched her as she moved slowly into the kitchen. "Milk with the brownies, baby." His eyes roamed over her body and he smiled at her. "I only have a half day of meetings tomorrow, Pet. We can go look at that cradle and nursery set up tomorrow if you like."
Gracie nodded as she poured him a glass of milk and another for herself before just picking up the pan of brownies to take into the other room. "I'd like that. Damon... can we really afford it? It's so expensive."
Damon nodded as he took the brownies from her and held out a hand to help her down onto the sofa, beside him. He curled an arm around her and offered her one of the brownies. "Yes, Pet. I've got the savings if we need to dip into that. Nothing but the best for my Gracie and our little one."
"It was pretty, wasn't it?" she said softly as she thought about the honey blond nursery furniture they'd seen at the Furniture Store there on base. "I'm almost finished with the baby quilt I'm making."
Damon hummed as he bit into the cake like brownies. "Yeah it was. Nice and strong craftsmanship. Sturdy so we can use it again." He turned and smiled at his little wife and grinned. "That's great, Gracie. I can't wait to see it. Emma Powers cornered me at the Mess Hall today, wanting to know if you would be feeling well enough for a baby shower next month."
"What did you tell her?" Gracie asked as she broke a piece of brownie off and stuffed it in her mouth. It seemed like the one thing she craved the most during this pregnancy was chocolate, so she made certain any dessert she made had as much chocolate in it as it could hold.
Damon looked at her and laughed. "I told her to stop by and see you. Ain't no way I am getting between a woman and her planning of a party." He bit into another brownie and hummed again as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Gracie's mouth.
Emma Powers was one of the officer's wives that Gracie really didn't care for, but she was the wife to one of Damon's superiors, so she smiled and made nice when she had to. "I don't know if I want a shower," she murmured and then tipped her face up for another kiss.
Damon obliged the small woman and pressed another kiss to her mouth. "Well, I'll leave that up to you, Pet. I'll have a word with Colonel Powers if she starts bothering you too much. I know how them biddies can get. Mom used to have a hell of a time with them and we didn't even live on the base."
Gracie stretched her limbs and then curled next to Damon, nestling her dark head on his broad chest. "Are you going to the club tonight?" she asked, not certain if this was one of the nights her husband routinely played poker or not.
Damon ran a hand over Gracie's hair and pulled her braid up, dragging the tie from the end. He unravelled the thick hair and shook his head. "No, I am staying home with you, my Gracie." he ran his fingers through the thick tresses and massaged her scalp. "That sound all right with you."
She nodded and sighed happily, closing her eyes and resting against his chest, just listening to his strong heartbeat. "What do you think of the name Jacqueline?" she asked as she played with the buttons of his shirt.
"That's pretty. Jacqueline what?" Damon ran his hand through her hair again still playing with the long length, bring up a small bit to brush across his face and inhale the clean shampoo scent.
"Hmmmm... Jacqueline Marie? Or what about Geneva?" Gracie asked, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping a small hand inside, running it over his undershirt. "You're warm."
Damon shook his head, enjoying the feeling of Gracie's little fingers running across his stomach. "The first one I like, I don't like Geneva. How about Emily? What else you got?" He moved his hand down through Gracie's hair and stroked her shoulder and arm.
Gracie thought about all the names she had written down and tried to remember the ones she thought Damon might like. "What about Francis or Barbara?" she asked, stealthily tugging his undershirt from under his waistband. "Then there's Olivia, Amelia, Amanda, and Catherine."
Damon arched his back as he felt the delicate fingers crawl across his stomach. He sucked in a breath and tightened his fingers on Gracie's shoulder. They'd been warned off penetration when the Healer had put Gracie on bed rest. It hadn't slowed his lover down, though and in one way, she seemed even more eager to take him in hand just because she'd been denied. "I like Barbara and Amelia. What would we put with them?"
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Gracie's warmth against his side and he brushed her arm again lightly.
"I like Amelia Frances and Barbara Marie," Gracie murmured as she slipped her hand from Damon's shirt and began to undo his belt. "What do you like?" She knew they couldn't have sex, but she could make her man feel good and if Damon wanted to, he could have her clawing the sheets.
"Anne." Damon gasped as Gracie's fingers pulled at his belt. He closed his head and leaned his head back, licking his lips carefully. "Amelia Anne." He groaned softly and ran his hand back up her arm, tangling his fingers in her long hair.
"I like that," Gracie breathed as she eased his zipper down and opened the placket of his trousers. Slipping her hand into the opening in Damon's boxers, she curled her fingers around his flesh and smiled to herself. "Will you let me make you feel good?"
Damon nodded and leaned up to look down at her, eyes bright with lust and love. "Yes," he whispered softly and touched her face gently with his other hand, caressing her soft cheek.
Gracie slid off of the sofa and onto her knees between Damon's legs, her hands working to expose as much of his flesh to her as she could before she leaned in and lapped at the large head of his cock. Pausing only a moment to taste him, she took a deep breath and slid her mouth down to take him in as deeply as she could, her small hands holding on at his hips.
Damon leaned his head back, biting his lip to keep from shouting as Gracie's hot mouth descended on him. He threaded his fingers into her hair gently and massaged her scalp. He held still in deference to the little hands on his hips.
Closing his eyes, he moaned softly, ever on guard of the thin walls in the government housing. "Oh gods," Damon hissed softly.
Taking her time, Gracie slowly bobbed up and down on Damon's thick shaft, sucking her cheeks in to increase the pressure for the other man while she moved her hands down to rub at his heavy balls and stroke the part of his shaft that wasn't in her mouth. She wasn't at a good angle to swallow him down completely and let him use her mouth, but she'd make it as enjoyable as she could for him.
Damon groaned softly and looked down to watch Gracie service him. He gathered up all that glorious hair and watched her for a moment as his cock slid in and out of her red mouth. He spread his legs for her, scooting down on the sofa some. "Merlin you look good like that, baby. So pretty with my cock in your mouth, those red, red lips wrapped around me." He moaned low and long as her fingers graced over him, petting and arousing him further.
Feeling encouraged as Damon moved under her, Gracie rose up on her knees and tilted her head just right to allow him to slide down her throat, any gag reflex she may have had, had been gone for years now, trained out of her at Damon's hand. Humming around the thick shaft, she closed her eyes and let Damon have his way.
Damon growled and dropped most of Gracie's hair only to re gather it in two hands to use as leverage. He thrust up gently into the wet heat; moaning and he threw his head back and thrust up again. "Oh fuck..."
Gracie continued to hum and swallow around Damon's cock, causing her throat to vibrate and squeeze. She gently rolled and massaged his heavy balls with both small hands, feeling them as they began to tighten to his body.
Damon made a low noise through his teeth as Gracie's hands caressed him. He panted harshly, tightened his fists in Gracie's hair and thrust up once, then twice more as his orgasm rocked through him, bend his back in an arch to push his cock further down Gracie's throat. "Oh gods, oh gods my Gracie," he murmured as he sank back down on to the sofa and let go of her hair.
Swallowing her husband's seed, Gracie let Damon's cock slip from between her lips as she sat back on her heels and rested her head on the inside of his thigh. After a moment, she placed a soft kiss to the tip of his prick and then carefully tucked him away and redid his trousers.
Damon watched her for a moment while she tidied him. He reached down and pulled her into his lap, kissing her gently as he ran a hand over her belly and down one of her legs. He wrapped his arms around her holding her to him and he sighed into her breasts, breathing in the scent of her. "My beautiful Gracie and little Amelia."
Gracie smiled as her nightgown was pushed up her thighs a little by Damon's strong hand. "All yours Damon," she murmured, pressing kisses to the side of his face and his hair as she was held close.
Damon lay her down on the sofa, propping her head up on a pillow as he continued to push her nightgown up and over her belly. He leaned over her, circled his hands over her stomach, pressing a gentle kiss to the distended belly button.
He grinned up at her and kissed his way down up her stomach, holding his weight off her stomach on one hand and circling one plump breast with his other. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple gently then bent his head to carefully bite the hardened flesh.
Gracie sighed and bit her lip; she could feel the baby in her belly moving around in response to her daddy's touches. "Damon," she whispered softly as she turned her head and watched him with her sloe dark eyes. "I love you."
Damon let go of the flesh between his teeth and looked up at his wife. "I love you too, my Gracie." He ran a hand down her body, caressing the swollen stomach then raised up over Gracie and pressed his lips to hers.
Smiling, she took Damon's hand and pressed it over her belly hoping that he would be able to feel the baby kicking. "Do you feel her?"
Damon nodded and smiled down at Gracie, nearly gasping as he felt the soft flutterings of the baby. "I do," he whispered softly. He bent down and kissed the tanned skin. "Daddy's little girl. Little Amelia."
Gracie laughed and looked down at her body with a grimace, pulling her nightgown back to cover herself. "I look so hideous, don't look at me," she murmured and then smiled back up to Damon.
Damon stopped the cloth and shook his head. He looked up at his lover and grinned. "No, don't. I want to look, don't ever hide from me, I told you that remember. You are so beautiful. My Gracie, my winyan."
Letting her hands fall to her sides, Gracie blushed and rolled to face Damon. "I'm as big as a cow," she teased, reaching out to stroke his face gently. "How can you want to look at me?"
Damon leaned into Gracie's fingers and shook his head. "No," he said firmly again. "You are having our baby, Gracie." He sat up and pulled her into his lap cradling her carefully, like she was made of glass. "You're mine and we made her together. How could I not want to look?"
Gracie turned, offering her mouth to Damon once more as she pulled his hands to her body, one on her breasts and the other on her bottom. "I want you," she breathed as she licked and nipped at his lips gently.
Damon sighed and took her mouth, gently squeezing her breast and pulling her closer to him. "I'm yours." he whispered across her mouth. "You know what you can have, Pet."
"Do you want me to go in the bedroom?" Gracie asked as she leaned back and looked into his blue eyes. The last thing they needed was for someone to get an eyeful of Gracie undressed.
Damon smiled and picked Gracie up, settling her into his arms. He rose off the sofa and paused to turn off the television. "Too much television rots your brain." He leaned in and kissed his lover as he began walking again carrying her to their bedroom.
Damon kicked the door shut behind him and gently laid her on the bed before once again crawling on top of her, holding all his weight on his hands and knees as he bent to take her mouth.
"I thought about you all day," Gracie murmured, raising up on the bed to unbutton Damon's shirt and push it off of his shoulders. "Strip, I want you."
Damon knelt up and pulled the dress shirt from his body then tugged off the A-shirt underneath it. "Yeah?" He asked as he looked down at her then bent again undoing the long line of buttons on her nightgown. "Tell me."
"I want you to touch me," she begged softly as her nightgown fell down her shoulders, pooling around her. "I thought about you making love to me, about you spanking me, about you making me cry for you." She licked her full lips and leaned up to kiss Damon once again.
Damon met her mouth and groaned into the kiss. Panting he broke away to run his hands down her body, caressing the soft skin of her breast and stomach before playing with the satiny panties riding low on her hips. "I will soon, Pet. We will do all that soon after the baby."
He moved from between Gracie's leg and tugged gently on the silky undergarment, sliding them down past hips and off her legs. He looked back up at his lover and smiled. "So beautiful. My girls, Gracie and Amelia."
"You could spank me now," Gracie said softly. "Just not hard." She rolled over and got to her hands and knees, offering her bottom to Damon, her thighs spread showing him just how aroused she was at the mere thought of it.
Damon was so tempted to do so with Gracie's pert bottom on display. Reaching out, he squeezed one cheek and ran his fingers between then lightly stroking the second entrance to her body. "No," he whispered softly. "I don't want to do anything that might hurt you." He bent forward and placed his other hand on Gracie's cheek, spreading them gently and placing a kiss in the center then lightly tongued the tight hole.
Gracie groaned softly in disappointment, but she understood. "What may I have tonight Master?" she asked softly as she held her position, her head dropped down and all that long hair pooled on the pillows.
Damon groaned against Gracie's hole then pulled away, letting go of her cheeks. "You know what I can do for you, Gracie. You can have anything you like so long as it doesn't endanger the baby.
Gracie nodded, she understood even if she wasn't very happy about it. Trying not to sigh, she rolled to her side and then onto her back. "A foot rub then?" she asked softly.
It hurt something fierce to deny his lover sexual release but any orgasm could trigger contractions, the healer had warned them after they found out they were pregnant again. Gracie had been so excited and scared and Damon had vowed to do everything in his power to make certain she was safe and able to deliver this time.
"You want me to rub your stomach with the crème the healer gave us?" Damon asked softly as he eyed her beautiful body. He reached out and laid a hand on her stomach caressing her gently before leaning down to press a kiss to her belly button.
Gracie thought for a moment and then sat up. "I should shower first," she murmured as she got off of their bed and shuffled into the bathroom. She was in need of a cold shower to get her hormones in check again. She understood Damon had needs and she didn't mind taking care of him at all, but doing without was starting to get to her; it was almost painful for her husband to touch her now at times.
Pushing the shower curtain to one side, she turned on the cold water adding just enough hot so she wouldn't shiver when she stepped under the spray. She gathered her hair up into a loose knot and secured it with a couple of bobby pins before stepping into the tub.
Damon sighed and laid back on the bed. He couldn't even shower with his lover any longer. Seeing her wet skin and the soap sliding down that tanned body was too much. He was caught between a rock and a hard place and didn't know what else to do for his little wife.
He rubbed his face and sat up, getting off the bed to lay out some clean clothes for his lover. Sticking his head into the bathroom, Damon smiled at Gracie through the shower curtain. "Use the seat, baby and don't stand for too long. Can I bring you anything?"
He opened the cabinet and set out a towel for her, making certain the floor was covered with the bathmat and rugs so she didn't slip when she got out of the tub.
Gracie shut the water off, goose pimples covering her body as she pushed the shower curtain back. "Thank you Damon," she said softly as she stepped out and then began to dry her body, thankful she had things in control once more.
Walking nude into the bed room, she pulled a light cotton gown over her head and then sat down to pull on a pair of her granny bloomers as she called the baggy cotton underpants that were just so comfortable. "Would you hand me the hairbrush?" she asked as she pulled the bobby pins out of her hair.
Damon nodded and grabbed the brush before padding after his lover. "Will you let me do it?" He sat down on the bed and spread his legs, patting the space between them for her to sit.
Obediently, Gracie moved to sit on the floor between Damon's feet. "Thank you sir," she said softly as she bowed her head for the other man to start on her hair.
Damon sectioned Gracie's hair off and began to brush the long tresses. "I'm sorry, Gracie." he bent and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"It's alright sir," she murmured, turning enough to place a kiss to the inside of his knee. "I'll try to not get worked up anymore."
Damon's heart ached as he continued to brush Gracie's hair. He finished and clumsily braided it back. He moved around her and stood in front, offering his hands to help her up from the floor. "Let me put you to bed, baby. Can I get you anything?"
Gracie took Damon's hands, getting to her feet awkwardly and then sitting back on the edge of the bed. "Do I have to go to bed now? It's early yet," she said and then bit her lip, shaking her head. "Sorry sir."
The weeks of monotonous bed rest were getting to her and she just wanted to feel a little normal for a little while.
Damon shook his head, "No, Pet we can go watch television again if you wish or listen to the radio. So long as you get off your feet." He smiled at her. "I'll hold you and read to you and Amelia, if you like."
"Okay." Gracie got back to her feet and began to shuffle back into the living room. "Can I get anything for you? Would you like a beer?" she asked as she moved the TV trays back to where they belonged.
Damon followed her and shook his head. "Just a glass of water, Gracie. What would you like me to read to you?" He walked over to the bookcase, examining the titles.
Gracie fetched a glass of ice water for her husband before returning and sitting down on the sofa. "It doesn't matter, you don't have to read. I know you are tired, we can just watch television or something," she said, tucking her feet up under her.
Damon turned and looked at her. "Pet, it doesn't matter to me. I would like to do something for you though."
"Come sit by me?" Gracie asked softly as she held her hand out to her husband. "I'll turn the television on for us or the radio."
Damon nodded and moved to offer a hand to his wife. "Hurry back and come sit on my lap.
Grace got up, turning the radio on to Armed Forces Radio and then going back to where Damon was sitting. She sat down on his lap with a tired sigh. "I'm too fat to be sitting on you anymore," she teased, laying her head against his chest and closing her eyes. "Do you want the paper?"
Damon shook his head. "I'll let you know when you are too fat to sit on me. He rubbed Gracie's back and listened to the music coming out of the radio. "Merlin, I've missed this, these past couple of days." He pressed a kiss to the side of Gracie's neck and sighed, softly.
"No you won't. You'd let me squash you and never say a word," Grace accused gently, relaxing as Damon rubbed her back. "You'd let me get as big as a house and still tell me I'm beautiful."
Damon snorted. "Oh no I wouldn't," he reached down and pinched her bottom. "Now, behave, I don't want to hear you talk about yourself and my daughter like that."
"What do you think she'll look like?" Gracie asked as she jumped a little from being pinched. "I hope she looks like you."
Damon shook his head. "Merlin, I hope she don't look like me. That would be one ugly girl." He smirked and tugged gently on Gracie's braid. "I want her to look like you.
"I hope she's got your complexion and hair," Gracie murmured, thinking about a pretty little blond haired, blue eyed girl to dress up. "I don't want her to look like me. She might look like your mama, she's beautiful."
Damon smiled. "Mama is an angel, isn't she? But I want her to look like you. She's to be beautiful like her mama." He eyed her for a moment. "Why don't you want her to look like you?"
"I want her to fit in," Gracie said softly. They both knew that back in the States there were many places they could not go to as a couple. She was not allowed.
Damon sighed. "She'll be a Wolffe, baby, and it won't matter once we are in Echo."
"Alright," Gracie said softly, that was really one of the biggest things she worried about for their children; that they would be discriminated against.
Damon hugged her close to him. "I don't know what else to tell you, Pet. But we will make do and anyone who doesn't like it can fuck off."
"I just hope she's healthy and happy," Gracie murmured, "and blonde." She laughed softly and pressed a kiss to Damon's neck.
Damon chuckled and shook his head. "It looks like I am going to need to get me another shotgun then."
"Another one? Why do you need two?" Gracie asked as she made herself more comfortable. "I'm not having twins."
"I know but if I am going to have a blond bombshell for a daughter, I have to protect her."
Gracie laughed softly, letting her hand fall down to Damon's lap where she petted him through his trousers. "You are going to be such a good daddy."
Damon groaned softly and put his hand over Gracie's. "You are going to be a fantastic momma too."
Gracie smiled and then gave his firming prick a gentle squeeze. "Would you like my mouth again?" she asked softly.
Damon shook his head and raised Gracie's hand to his mouth. He pressed a kiss to her palm and smiled at her. "I don't want to do anything to make it worse on you."
"It's alright. I'll be okay," she murmured softly as she moved to lie on the sofa with her head in his lap. Gracie nuzzled at him with her nose and lips before tugging his zipper down and looking up at him. "Take them off?"
Damon groaned and reached down to run a hand over her head. "Move out of the way." He stood and dropped his uniform pants and his boxers, before sitting back down, spreading his legs slightly.
Gracie watched her man and settled back down again, lazily stroking and licking at his firm prick. "What would you like me to do?" she murmured before taking the head into her mouth and sucking it softly.
Damon hissed and closed his eyes. "Fuck, baby. I don't know. Your mouth feels so good on me."
Gracie moaned around the spongy flesh and moved her head so she could swallow more of him down. After a moment, she pulled off of him with a pop and looked up at him. "Do you want me like earlier?"
Damon looked down at her, watching her for a moment. "I want you to be comfortable, Pet."
Gracie shrugged her slight shoulders and looked up at him. "I just want what's going to make you happy."
Damon smiled at her. "Gracie, right now I am happy to just hold you and Amelia." He smirked slightly and looked down at his prick. "I'm surprised I got it up again."
"Do you want me to leave it alone?" she asked. She knew Damon had a strong sex drive and this abstinence from penetration had been hard on him. "I don't mind taking care of you."
Damon cupped her face and pulled on her, folding her on to his lap. He kissed her softly and tenderly. "I know you don't and I enjoy it when you do. But I don't want to make this any harder on you than it is. I want so badly to take you, to have my way with your body but there's the little to think of. I wouldn't endanger either one of your lives."
"I'm sorry," Gracie said quietly as she curled back up on his lap. "You can always use my hands or my mouth."
Frustrated, Damon sighed softly. "Look Gracie, I'm tired of you apologizing. It's no one's fault this happened and it's something we have to deal with so we can have our family. We'll get through this. It's only four more months."
Gracie nodded and laid her head back on his chest. "Yes Sir," she said and hid a yawn behind one small hand before closing her eyes. "You're so warm."
Damon snorted and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing gently. "Let's go on to bed then. You are yawning and I have to get up early for a meeting again." He picked her up leaving his clothing in the floor for now and walked back to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and smiled at her. "Get comfortable and I'll be right back. I'm going to put dinner away and get my clothes."
" 'K," Gracie mumbled as she pulled the blankets up over her shoulders, half asleep before her head ever hit the pillow. "Love you so much." She scooted around a little, turning onto her left side and sighed softly, the light from the bedside table not bothering her in the least as she began to dream of being home back in West Virginia with Damon and their daughter.
Damon packed away the food and left the dishes in the sink. The maid he'd hired would be coming in tomorrow to help Gracie with the cleaning. He locked the door and bent to pick up his clothing, setting the wards before padding back to the bedroom.
He hung his uniform up to be sent to the cleaners and turned to look at Gracie. He smiled then crawled into the bed with her, leaning over to set the alarm and waving his wand to douse the lights before sliding it under his pillow.
Damon snuggled up to her backside, wrapping one arm around her swollen belly, caressing the skin through her nightgown. He pressed a kiss to her hair. "Night, Gracie, good night Amelia."