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I entered our bedroom quietly so as not to disturb Aubrey, who I'd been informed was exhausted. Whatever---

There she reclined, loaded with pillows and the remote, no light except the TV, and three kids cuddled all around her. They were apparently exhausted, Aubrey was wide awake watching--I looked at her show....

I looked at it for a while.

I stared hard. She had it on quiet. There was this band, I searched for clues, diamond plaid matching polyester jumpsuits in colors you might have thought were cool in the 70's, the lead singer was vaguely familiar with brown hair, parted in the middle, hanging over his ears with that sexy curl on the ends over his gigantor collar. The rest of the band was kids, and I recognized hotty actress Susan Dey from L.A. Law that my mom had adored in the 80's, was on the keyboards. Yeah, not playing, it was obvious not a one of them was playing any instruments. It looked very late 60's. Swirly neon designs on the walls of their stage. I almost expected go-go girls dancing.

I looked over at her, smiling sublimely with the reflected light on her beautifully sculpted face. Her eyes darted to mine and then back. "Isn't he dreamy?"

I looked back up at the TV a mounted, seventy inch plasma TV—still sporting---yes YouTube videos. Hey, I know that lady, the blonde beauty singing back up and playing keyboards as well, with a microphone.

"That's Laurie." I said incredulously. "What the heck am I looking at?"

"Laurie, yes." She said with that silly absurd adoration.

I looked back at her, and then sat on the bed kicking off my flip flops. "Aubrey, what is this?"

"You said that's Laurie, it is, don't you recognize her? She's in that law show."

"Who, Susan Dey? No, I'm looking at the blonde, that's Laurie from Oklahoma."

"Oh! Oh, you mean Shirley Jones. Yes, she played Laurie in Oklahoma, she has an absolutely gorgeous voice."

"So, who is the dumb jerk with the fake suave tones you said was dreamy? I'm already having heart palpitations."

"From jealousy, I know, I know." She giggled. It wasn't often that my dear wifey giggled. "Hello world here's a song that we're singin' c'mon get happy! A whole lotta lovin' is what we'll be bringin', c'mon get happy!"

I stared back at the screen. "That's David Partridge."

Aubrey burst into gales of unrestrained giggles and then looked surprised as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and potty walked to the bathroom. When she came out she was still giggling. "David Cassidy." She corrected. "The name of the show is The Partridge Family."

"Okay, and we're watching it, why?"

"It's on Nick at Night sometimes, and it's my favorite show, next to the Brady Bunch, of course, and Gilligan's Island and I Dream of Jeannie."

"How did I miss that these are your favorite shows? No Baywatch? Dukes of Hazard, Incredible Hulk?"

"Those were all good too." She settled back. "Ahhhhh.... Dahr-link. Darling."

I crawled up the foot of the bed amid the rumpled covers and sleeping children. "I had no idea you were a David Cassidy fan. What about his little brother? Were you in love with him too--- before me?"

"Oh my goodness." She bent her knees up to make more room for me, but I simply insinuated myself between them as I crawled up her baby bump and lovely beasts to kiss her lips. "In love with him? He's probably my dad's age."

"What was his name? I bet you know his name and all his music. He sang, didn't he?"

She blew out her breath, catching it again as I kissed her through the thin fabric of her nightie. She occasionally wore little baby dolls, or other lingerie, not too immodest. She wore it when she wanted to be cool and comfy. I lifted the ruffled polka dot edges that barely covered her tummy, and started kissing her there.

"Shaun." She breathed, arching, which is really hilarious in a pregnant woman. Even one as sexy hot as Aubrey. "Shaun Cassidy. I met her on a Monday and my heart stood still, da do run run run, da do run run."

Her little bleep lost a lot in translation.

I kept kissing her, but with her toes she was removing my basketball shorts. I wiggled to help her.

"The kids're gonna wake up." She warned.

"Shhhh...."

"Rafe...."

"Shhhhh!"

"Oh my...."

I let her go and looked up. "Shhhhh...." But my eyes laughed into hers. I loved making love with my very pregnant wife.

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