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“Okay, just because he speaks French and Spanish doesn’t mean our baby is going to come out speaking French and Spanish. I would think as an OB, you would know that is not how it works.”
Carina gave a haughty grin as she plucked the wine glass from Maya’s hand.
“Hey!”
Carina ignored her wife’s protest and took a generous sip of her favorite red wine.
Maya raised her brows, laughing.
“You have your own glass.”
Carina shrugged and curled the glass to her chest protectively.
“You know, babies can hear voices in the womb.”
Maya looked to the laptop on the table where sperm donor profiles were on screen. She was rereading the profile of the Spanish and French speaking artist when Carina's voice took her attention back.
“So if the baby hears Spanish and French when it’s in my belly then maybe it will come out speaking Spanish and French.”
Maya let her head fall back against the couch cushion, her smile turning soft as her gaze wandered around Carina’s body and landed where her robe was pulled together.
Carina went to raise the stolen glass for another sip but the intensity of Maya's stare gave her pause.
“What?” Carina asked self consciously.
Maya reached a tentative hand to the ties around Carina’s robe. Her fingers plucked at the knot carefully, but not nearly hard enough to force it undone.
“Bambina?”
But Maya’s eyes had that day dream haze. She couldn’t pull her attention from what Carina’s robe was concealing.
Carina lowered the glass and propped the bottom on her thigh as she put her elbow on the back of the couch and rested her face in her palm.
“You are lost in thought,” Carina murmured.
“Yeah,” Maya agreed halfheartedly.
“Naughty thought?”
Maya peaked up through hooded eyes.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
Maya’s answer was to take the stem of the wine glass and move it to the coffee table, careful to keep it away from the open laptop. Carina whined but she didn't pay the sound any mind.
When Maya sat up straight, her smile remained and there was an unmistakable glint in her eyes.
“Lie back.”
Carina arched her brows.
“You steal my wine and then try and boss me around?”
“If I recall, it was my wine first. Now lie back.” Maya widened her baby blues and pulled her lips to a smile that she knew her wife couldn’t resist. “Please.”
Carina narrowed her brown orbs. But after a moment of consideration, the tilt of her brows relaxed and her smile showed her relent.
“Thank you.”
“More orgasms?” Carina asked, hopeful.
Maya curved her lips knowingly as she moved back enough to allow Carina room to stretch out. Then she pulled Carina’s legs into her lap and her fingers found the robe ties again.
“Four orgasms today wasn’t enough for you?”
Carina shook her head, her grin wicked.
Maya pulled the silk ties, her attention rapt as the rob fell apart. Then she leaned across Carina’s thighs and propped her chin on Carina’s pelvic bone.
“We’re going to make a baby,” Maya whispered in awe.
Carina watched Maya spread her hand across her stomach. She buried her fingers in Maya’s hair and smoothed stray strands behind her ear.
“Will you talk to the baby?”
“Everyday,” Maya said.
“In Spanish? And French?”
Maya rolled her eyes. But she couldn't stop smiling.
“Two problems with that, Dr. DeLuca. I’d have to learn Spanish first. And French.”
A breathy laugh escaped Carina’s lips.
“Will you teach her Italian? I want her to speak Italian.”
“Her?”
“Mhm,” Maya hummed before leaving a kiss beside Carina’s belly button. “A little you, remember?”
“And what if it is a boy?”
“Then he’ll be the cutest little brown eyed Italian baby in the world.”
“Bella,” Carina tried to cajole.
“We’re going to make a little you.”
Carina scratched her nails along Maya’s scalp then molded her palm around Maya’s cheek.
“And what if I want a little you?”
Maya rested her chin back on Carina’s abdomen and looked up.
Carina was smiling so sweetly, her eyes shining as she brushed her fingers along Maya’s strong jawline.
“Your eyes, Bambina,” Carina whispered. “A little blond baby with these blue eyes… with this chin...” She spoke as her touch explored Maya’s face. “This smile… All things I want.”
“A little Maya? You sure about that?” Maya teased.
Carina’s smile grew, her gaze lost in Maya’s features.
“I will fall in love all over again.”
Maya turned her face back to Carina’s tummy that was still flat and toned. But soon, that would change. If everything went as Maya hoped and as they planned, soon that would change.
Maya's thumb went back and forth across Carina's tan skin.
“A little you would be running around the house all the time, no? Being cute trouble."
Maya scoffed.
“Good luck getting her to hold still long enough to get a diaper on her.”
“I do like a challenge.”
Maya was smiling as she nuzzled her nose around Carina’s abs.
“Do you really want that?” Maya asked a moment later. “A little me? Two babies?”
“Si, Bambina. You and me. Two babies.”