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Subject: {ASSM} "Penny from Heaven - M" -- Uther -- MF wl preg -- delay
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Can you hold this story for a day or two after the other goes out?

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persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


Penny from Heaven - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl preg


Eric Stewart loved his wife Candy, and he was determined that he would love
her son, too. He had never expected that he'd ever have a relationship with
someone as beautiful as Candy, let alone marry someone like that. He was
quite clear that she wouldn't have married him if she weren't pregnant and
desperate. Well, he'd be a good husband and a good father. That was what
she would need.

They would need a larger apartment, and he found them one. It was on the
"first floor," which meant a half-floor walk up from the entry, but the
stairs were on the inside. There were only two steps up from the street to
the outside door. He was afraid of her slipping on the outside stairs when
the weather turned cold, and she didn't seem to be aware of that danger.
Candy approved of his choice, and, as far as he could see, approved
sincerely.

After Candy went for an ultrasound, he changed his determination to being a
good parent to Candy's daughter. His closest observations of parents were
of the Pierces, and they had twin sons. The twins were, even at their young
age, explicitly male. Bill held them upside down and taught them to play
ball games. So, his picture of being a good parent to a girl was a little
vague. Did fathers teach girls to toss a football?

Still, he'd do what was needed, and he hoped that Candy, despite her
diffidence, would tell him what {b}she{/b} wanted. That, after all, was
what mattered. Bill argued with his wife, Carolyn, about child-raising
methods (and about almost everything else). That was not something Eric was
going to do. In the second place, Candy was so diffident and apologetic she
wouldn't argue; Carolyn, on the other hand, enjoyed an argument. In the
first place, he didn't know what he would do if Candy left him.
Realistically, she needed a husband when she was going to bear a child. She
would need one much less as time went on. Being a divorced woman with a
child was far less of a embarrassment than being a never-married woman with
a child was. So, he figured, his best chance was to be the person she
needed when she needed the title less.

And Candy had the circle from UMW to give her advice. They were the new
mothers in the church. They all knew what the latest advice was. He wasn't
terribly sure that the up-to-date advice of 1980 was better than the advice
of 1950 had been. He thought he had turned out all right. On the other
hand, he knew -- as a lawyer -- what messes people made for themselves when
they ignored legal advice; he figured that ignoring other expert advice was
likely to have disastrous consequences.

Candy also talked with Dr. Gabel. He advised her to cut down on alcohol.
Eric could see the sense of that, and he stopped drinking at home to keep
her company. He was now taking the CTA to work and leaving the car for
Candy. That should have made him perfectly comfortable about stopping for a
drink with his colleagues after work. Considering that his job was
prosecuting traffic offenses which would have made a DUI a total
embarrassment, he had been careful about drinking and driving. He found,
though, that he tended to hurry home to Candy instead of socializing in
bars, or even the office.

They had decided that they would treat the baby as theirs -- his as much as
hers -- and he'd be useful in raising her. They went shopping together for
baby stuff. He figured that she had the eyes for choosing things, and he
had the arms for carrying them. Despite that, Candy hauled things around
much more than he considered safe for a pregnant woman. She kept the new
apartment immaculate, and all he did was help with the dinner dishes.

One of the women in the circle gave her a bassinet. The Stewarts could have
afforded to buy their own, but he was grateful. The gift was a symbol that
Candy was accepted as part of the circle, and that was an acceptance that
she wanted desperately. Candy had strange ideas about church people, and
she was afraid that they would discover that she had been pregnant before
the wedding and reject her as impure. The worst anyone would actually do --
and that only a minority -- was cackle. The pregnancy was obvious, and
they'd mentioned the due date. Probably some of the old hens were cackling,
but the cackles never reached him, much less Candy.

He and Candy made love once a week, even when she was far along in
pregnancy. He'd asked her once if it were safe, and she had told him that
rear-entry was better for her. Rear-entry was delightful for him, although
it must have seemed impersonal to her. For some reason, he felt her orgasms
when they used rear-entry, though he hadn't before, and that increased his
enjoyment.

He kissed and stroked her before they got into position. As her pregnancy
advanced, taking the quarter turn and moving back towards him took longer
each week. He kept stroking her and arousing her until she said that she
was ready. One week, he thought that Candy looked as aroused as he had seen
her. He started to remove his hand to allow her to turn, but she pulled his
hand back between her legs. He kept stroking and she spread her legs more
and held his hand to her groin.

Her muscles felt stiff under his arm. She gasped and pulled his hand harder
against her mound. He legs straightened more than he would have thought
possible, and her belly rose off the mattress. A moment later, she relaxed.
She had clearly had an orgasm, and he didn't know what to do.

The sight had aroused him more than anything previous in their marriage. He
needed to have her now, but he could see that she didn't need him at all.
Suddenly, Candy took his hand again and moved it from her groin. He was
about to apologize for leaving it there when she settled it on her belly.
The baby was kicking again, and he could feel it. Lying like this, so close
and bare, he could actually see a little motion when he raised the sheet on
the back of his hand. Between feeling so much and seeing so little, he
preferred feeling. He returned his hand to Candy's belly until the kicking
stopped.

Soon after, Candy turned over. The rotation moved her from under his hand,
and he pulled the hand back in case it had bothered her. She didn't seem to
be bothered, though. She was moving back towards him in obvious preparation
for having sex. He couldn't believe that she wanted that, but his desire
was too raw to raise the question. He slipped inside her, and she was so
moist, so tight, so *hot*. As soon as he was inside, she grabbed his hand
in hers and brought it back between her legs. She couldn't want more
stroking!

"Oh, Candy," he said. He began stroking her again, and she kept her hand
against the back of his. When her hips began to move, he allowed his own to
thrust him in and withdraw. Her warmth contracted around his cock. He
thrust harder into her. Then he erupted into those contractions. The
contractions lasted longer than the eruptions did, and the last ones
squeezed him out. He lay behind her and gasped into the back of her neck.

He fell asleep like that, and should have apologized -- apologized for not
giving her more room, apologized for falling asleep so suddenly, apologized
for taking her when she was in the delicate condition and had already had
her orgasm. By the time he remembered in the morning, though, she seemed to
have forgotten. She fixed him breakfast and kissed him good bye at the
door. Even without the apology, she seemed to have forgiven him, because
the kiss was hotter than her usual morning kiss.

They asked the Pierces to be godparents. Carolyn acquiesced and Bill was
ecstatic. "You do have two of your own," Carolyn reminded him.

"Actually," she told them, "I can't claim that he ignores the boys. For all
Bill's faults as a husband, he was always a hands-on parent. It's just that
he lusts after tiny infants to hold in his arms. I guarantee, though, I
won't let him take her home with him."

"Now, Carolyn, I always give kids back to their parents. It's the only way
that they'll trust me with them."

"Ha! I can remember you telling Nancy Hashimoto 'finders keepers' while
holding Alice."

"Yeah, but she bought her back with her advice to you." Candy was looking
confused, but the twins were listening. On the way home, she asked what had
been going on.

"Years ago," he said, "before they were married. Carolyn was a grad student
new in the church, Bill was infatuated with her, and Alice Hashimoto was a
toddler. Alice was a great favorite of Bill's, and vice versa. Anyway, she
was running around, and Bill caught her. Nancy came over to get her. Bill
said 'finders keepers -- losers weepers.' Everybody else within earshot,
including Alice, knew Bill was simply being silly. Carolyn bawled him out.
I don't remember what Nancy's advice was -- probably to be nicer to Bill.
Anyway, Bill was clearly wearing his heart on his sleeve, but that was the
first time that I knew Carolyn cared about him at all, though she was in
the choir and I barely knew him."

"You know, I like them, Carolyn especially but Bill and the kids, too. I
don't want to see them break up." Candy's worries were misplaced.

"Well, if you think the level of argument presages a split, you didn't see
them before they were married. They had two shouting matches in front of
half the congregation. That doesn't even count the one I mentioned. I was
really surprised when they got engaged, but they don't seem to fight as
much now. Still, I'd be hurt if you started a sentence with 'For all Eric's
faults as a husband.' Maybe, when you want to discuss my faults as a
husband, you'll discuss them with me rather than with casual acquaintances
while our child is within hearing distance."

"Eric, when I find one, you'll be the first to hear." Which was sweet of
Candy to say. Soon she reported that the baby was kicking. He pulled over
to a stopping place. She took his hand and moved it under her coat until he
could find the place. He held both of them until the baby was satisfied --
or, at least, until it stopped expressing its dissatisfaction by kicking.

Candy settled on the name Penelope. She was due August 5th. Wednesday, July
30th, however, he got back to the office to find a message that Candy had
taken a taxi to the hospital. He went there immediately, leaving word as he
went out that he wouldn't be in the next day. He got there in time to speak
to Candy before she was put under anaesthesia. He was with her in the
delivery room, and saw Penny before going to the recovery room to wait with
Candy.

"Mmph," she finally said, "what?"

"I saw Penelope. She's fine, perfect. They said you'll want this." He held
a cup with ice water and a straw. She sipped.

"Thanks. How's..."

"Penny is fine. I saw her briefly, and the nurses reported that she is
okay." She hadn't looked okay. She had been wrinkled, red, and crying
loudly. Still, that wasn't what Candy needed to hear just then.

They took Candy to her room and soon forced him out. He stopped by the
nursery briefly afterwards, and Penny looked much healthier then.

He had wondered if Dr. Gabel would object to putting his name down as
father on the birth certificate. The doctor knew the facts of the rape, and
his office had been the confirmation that this had resulted in the
pregnancy. In the event, he didn't blink. Maybe he had forgotten.

Eric had the idea that newborns and new mothers stayed in the hospital for
a week or more. Candy, however, was sent home the next day. In between
times, he'd bought a Polaroid camera. He brought several snapshots to
church on Sunday and showed them around the choir room. He'd missed
rehearsal, but nobody brought that up.

"Show Bill afterwards," Carolyn said. "I've forbidden him to visit you this
early, but he needs something to keep him satisfied.

"By the way, Dennis," she continued, "I'll be godmother, so I, as well as
Eric, will miss choir the day she's baptized."

"And we'll need to sing her the lullaby that day," Maureen said. "Dennis,
should we run through it beforehand?" Some years before, the choir had
started singing {i}Lullaby and Goodnight{/i} to the babies born to the
women of the choir after the church service when they were baptized.

"Why?" asked Phyllis. "Eric's wife isn't in the choir." Phyllis was one of
the old hens Eric suspected of clucking where he couldn't hear them. It was
true that the only male choir-member who had become a father during that
period was Bruce, and his wife, Karen, was also a member of the choir. He
wondered momentarily if she would have raised that objection if he and
Gayle had been married for more than nine months when the baby was born.

"Well Phyllis," Maureen said, "you don't have to sing with us. I do think,
Eric, that you should follow Bruce's precedent. We're thin on males." Bruce
had sung with the choir after his son was baptized. Eric could see that the
choir was going to follow Maureen's lead. If every member of the choir was
equal, some were more equal than others. The strongest soprano was
definitely more equal than a woman whose voice had been getting thinner for
as long as Eric had been in the choir.

"Well," Eric said, "a lawyer is always happy following precedent." Right
then, he'd have been happy to follow almost any suggestion that Maureen
gave him.

After showing Bill -- and, inevitably, the twins -- the pictures after
service, Eric went home to Candy. He told her that the choir was going to
sing a lullaby to Penny after the baptism. Penelope had left the middle
syllables of her name in the hospital.

"Is this new?" Candy asked. "I don't remember that at Beatrice's baptism or
at Steve's."

"The choir only does it for kids of choir members."

"That's nice of them. Do you want to change her? I changed her before her
bottle, but she pooped again." So he took Penny and changed her. Candy went
to finish Sunday dinner preparation. She usually hung around, no longer
quite supervising, but keeping a wary eye on what he was doing. Now, she
seemed to trust him to do the job right.

Penny seemed to trust him, too. She looked wide awake, and he took her in
his arms when the diaper was on again. He started to pace, swaying his body
in time to his steps. That must have been what Penny had wanted. When she
looked into his face, he forgot that this was a child for whom he was
caring only because he loved her mother. Penny looked adorable. He reached
over a finger in front of her hand. She smiled up at him in complete trust
and closed her hand. An observer would have thought that she was clutching
his finger.

It felt like she was grasping his heart.

The end
Penny from Heaven - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2013/04/17


These same events from Candy's perspective, can be read in:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/ste_05f.htm
Candy's experience

The first adventures of Eric with Candy:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/ste_01m.htm
"Why Me?_3"

Another story about another couple dealing with children at another life
stage:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/gus_02m.htm
"Life Is Complicated - M"

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm
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