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It has been nearly four weeks since Belly and Conrad welcomed Summer Susannah Fisher into their lives.
The past few weeks have been nothing but diaper changes, feedings, burpings, and quiet moments spent staring at the precious new life they have created.
And neither of them would have it any other way…
Except one thing has been plaguing Belly’s mind.
She never thought she could become more attracted to Conrad than she already is...but the way he is with their daughter makes her want to drag him upstairs at any given moment.
Of course, since she isn’t even six weeks postpartum yet, she has had to refrain from doing exactly that.
Not that Dr. Fisher would ever bend the rules. But Belly never said she wouldn’t try to entice him.
Which is exactly why she convinces Laurel to watch the baby for the night so they can have some one-on-one time together. Just them.
Now she stands in the bathroom, smoothing down the new dress she bought for the occasion. She adjusts her hair one last time, studying her reflection.
She is aware of her fuller figure and has some spandex layered beneath the dress, but tonight she wants to feel confident again—sexy again—after not fully recognizing her body for the past few months.
“Babe, your mom just got here,” Conrad calls from downstairs.
“Okay, I’m almost ready. I’ll be right down,” Belly replies.
She takes one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs.
Laurel is already on the couch, cradling Summer in her arms.
When she looks up, she smiles. “Wow, Bean. You look very nice.”
Belly smiles back. “Thanks, Mom. And really, I appreciate you taking care of her tonight.”
“It’s not a problem. I wanted some Summer and grandma time anyway.”
Belly crosses over and presses a kiss to Summer’s forehead. “You be good for Grandma, okay?”
At that moment, Conrad walks in from the kitchen wearing a polo and khakis, a bottle in his hand.
He sees Belly and completely freezes.
The bottle slips from his hand and clatters softly against the floor.
Belly and Laurel’s eyes drift over to Conrad and the dropped bottle.
“Shit—sorry, I was just—” he stammers.
“Babe, are you trying to waste my entire milk supply?” Belly laughs.
His face turns red instantly as he picks up the bottle and starts heading back to the kitchen. “I’ll clean this up and make her another one.”
Laurel glances between them, amused. “Well… isn’t he just smitten.”
Belly chuckles. “I’m going to help him before she gets fussy.”
In the kitchen, Conrad stands at the sink warming another bottle, still visibly flustered.
“What happened in there?” Belly asks, leaning against the counter.
“I just—wasn’t expecting…” He shakes his head, embarrassed. “You look beautiful. I mean, you always do, but that dress…”
“Oh, this old thing?” Belly says, knowing full well Conrad knows she picks it for exactly this reason—especially on a night they can’t just disappear upstairs.
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing here,” he says, a teasing edge returning to his voice.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she replies sweetly. “All I know is we have a reservation in half an hour, and you’re making us late.”
Conrad shakes his head fondly and turns back to the bottle, testing its temperature on his wrist.
Once satisfied, he returns to the living room and hands it to Laurel.
“She should be all settled. If you need anything, or she gets fussy, please call us,” Belly says.
“Yes, and thank you again for doing this,” Conrad adds.
“Of course. Go have fun… but not too much fun. We don’t need Irish twins,” Laurel teases.
“No promises,” Belly replies, kissing Summer one last time before heading for the door.
Conrad’s blush deepens at Laurel’s comment. He kisses his daughter’s forehead as well, then follows Belly outside.
Belly walks toward the car while Conrad rushes ahead to open her door.
She has told him countless times how unnecessary this gesture is, and he has mostly stopped—except on nights like this, when he can’t seem to help himself.
Especially not when she looks like this.
“Why, thank you, sir,” she says with an amused smile as she slides inside.
He shuts the door gently, then walks around to the driver’s side.
As Belly applies a final touch of lip gloss, she catches him staring.
“What’s the problem, Dr. Fisher?” she asks playfully.
His gaze doesn’t waver. “Babe, you look absolutely gorgeous… have I said that already?”
“I think your exact wording was beautiful,” Belly replies with a cheeky smile.
Conrad lets out a quiet breath, shaking his head as if trying to clear it.
“Right… and you do look beautiful,” he says, voice lower now. “But whatever you’re trying right now? It’s not going to work.”
The teasing in his tone softens into something more restrained—something that makes it very clear he knows exactly what she is doing.
And how hard he is trying not to give in.
And that it isn’t easy.
“Con, I know the doctor in you is trying to err on the side of caution, but I had minimal tearing. And as much as I love cuddling and kissing you, I miss being with you like that,” Belly admits.
Conrad lets out a frustrated sigh. “Baby, I miss you too—so much. But I could never forgive myself if something happened. If we can just wait two more weeks until you’re cleared, I will happily honor your
request.”
He gives her a reassuring smile that immediately softens her resolve.
Belly sighs. “Fine. If there’s nothing I can do to convince you, we’ll wait. But you know we could still do other things to pass the time.”
Conrad’s eyes widen slightly as he registers what she means.
“I’m assuming you’d rather avoid anything else for now, so that rules out oral or anything like that—but I wouldn’t mind taking care of you,” she says softly.
“Belly—” he starts, shaking his head immediately. “You don’t have to do that. I’m fine waiting. Even longer if I have to.”
“No, I want to,” she insists. “I never thought I could be more in love with you than I already am, but seeing you with Summer just… it undoes me. I want to show you that.”
“Baby…” Conrad’s voice softens. “I appreciate that. I really do. And I love you for it. But I can’t ask you for anything I can’t give back right now.”
“That’s the thing,” she says gently, holding his gaze. “Every time I make you feel good, I feel it too.”
Conrad lets out a long breath, defeated. “Okay… if that’s really what you want, I’ll think about it.”
Belly smiles, satisfied. “It is. Thank you. But first..we should probably get to our reservation.”
“Shit—we have ten minutes,” Conrad says, starting the engine.
“You know,” Belly leans back, smirking, “a lot can happen in ten minutes.”
“Belly…” he warns, though there’s no real bite to it.
“Fine,” she laughs. “But you better have an answer for me by the end of dinner.”
Conrad shakes his head, amused, as he pulls out of the driveway.
It’s going to be a long night.
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They make it to the restaurant with a minute to spare.
Conrad barely puts the car in park before he’s already out, rushing around to open Belly’s door before she can reach it.
He manages it just in time.
Belly steps out, smoothing her dress as she looks up at him with a slow smile.
“I might just have to undo your belt, yank down your pants, and take you right here, Fisher,” she says lightly.
Conrad freezes.
His hand stays on the door as he stares at her, utterly speechless.
Belly just smiles and walks past him toward the entrance like she hasn’t just ruined his entire ability to function.
He follows behind her, trying to regain composure.
If self-restraint were a competition, he would be winning by a landslide—and suffering every second of it.
Inside, Conrad gives the hostess their name.
“Fisher. Party of two.”
“Right this way,” she says, leading them through the restaurant.
Conrad’s hand rests lightly on Belly’s lower back as they walk.
Belly still finds it strange sometimes.
That her last name is Fisher now.
That this is her life.
That it still feels new, even after everything.
They’re seated and immediately fall into the quiet rhythm of a couple who know each other too well—menus in hand, glances exchanged, small smiles they try not to let linger.
“You know,” Conrad says after a moment, “it’s very strange not having Summer with us.”
“I know,” Belly agrees softly. “It’s crazy how much has changed in four weeks. I can’t even remember the last time it was just us.”
“I love her so much,” he says. “I can’t imagine life without her. But… it will be nice when things feel a little less serious. When she’s more independent.”
“I agree,” Belly says. Then she smirks slightly. “I’m excited to see what kind of personality she’ll have.”
Conrad narrows his eyes. “Oh no.”
“I wonder if she’ll be a nerd like her dad.”
“Hey now,” he protests immediately, pointing at her with mock offense. “I wonder if she’ll have your sweet tooth.”
“If she has good taste, she will,” Belly says without missing a beat.
They both laugh.
Food arrives not long after, and conversation shifts to Steven and Jere and which one will be the worse influence as an uncle.
By the time dessert is mentioned, Belly is pretending she’s not interested.
Conrad catches her anyway, as always.
She stares at the dessert menu a little too long before setting it down casually, like she hasn’t been thinking about it at all.
“We should get something,” he says immediately.
“We don’t need dessert,” she replies.
He raises an eyebrow.
She sighs. “Okay fine. Maybe something.”
When they finally finish eating, Conrad pays and they leave hand in hand.
They walk slowly toward the car.
“So what’s the consensus?” Belly asks.
Conrad exhales through his nose, already bracing himself.
He opens the car door for her, stalling for half a second too long before answering.
“Do we really need to do this right now?”
“Yes,” she says immediately.
He sighs again, softer this time. “Can't we just… go home? Check on your mom, check on Summer, maybe call it a night early?”
“My mom is fine,” Belly says. “She would’ve called if she wasn’t.”
“I just think—”
“Conrad.”
That stops him..
“I want to,” he admits quietly. “I really do. But I still hate the idea of not being able to give you anything in return.”
She looks at him with those eyes. Those eyes that he can never say no to.
He lets out a long breath.
“Okay. Fine.”
Belly’s face lights up instantly.
Conrad barely has time to react before she reaches for his belt—
“Wait,” he says quickly, catching her wrist lightly, blinking as if reality is just catching up. “Are we doing this here?”
“I’m okay with that, if you are,” she says, watching him closely.
Conrad exhales, a slow, controlled breath, like he’s already weighing about ten different outcomes.
“Then sure,” he says finally. “It’s whatever you want. But maybe we shouldn’t do this in a crowded parking lot. Public indecency laws and all.”
Belly rolls her eyes immediately. “You can be so Type A at the worst times sometimes.”
“Well,” he says, a faint chuckle slipping through despite himself as he starts the car, “I wouldn’t be me if I weren’t.”
“Good thing I happen to like you exactly the way you are.”
They start driving to try to find a spot and Conrad takes them up to a secluded place overlooking the city.
He puts the car in park and Belly wastes no time climbing over the console and straddling his lap. She immediately grabs his face and connects their lips together like she hasn’t kissed him in ages. She can already feel his erection straining against his pants.
“A little excited are we?”
Conrad groans, “Belly–”
She gets the hint that it's no time to prolong this as it's been a few weeks since they’ve been close like this. She reaches for the lever to move the seat back before Conrad gently grabs her arm to stop her.
“Let me do it”, he pleads.
Belly gets down on her knees and starts working at his belt while looking up at him seductively.
Conrad holds her gaze and starts breathing heavily as Belly starts to pull his pants down.
She frees him from the confines of his boxers with his cock hard and leaking pre-cum. While continuing to make eye contact, she starts licking the head of his cock. His head falls back against the seat as he starts rambling.
“Belly–this feels soo-so good. I missed your mouth–and just you and me lik-like this. I don’t know ho–how I went so long without it.”
Belly stops and smiles at him for a second basking in all her glory, “I told you this was a good idea,” before placing his member deeper in her mouth.
Conrad whimpers, “Baby— ple–please don’t stop.”
She continues to suck his dick and the noises resulting from this act surely must have been obscene. Conrad had no problem being vocal and Belly was enjoying every second of hearing her husband completely burst at the seams.
“Belly–I think— I’m gonna come”, he musters out.
She does not slow her pace, in fact she speeds up and starts to stroke the base of his cock as well.
Conrad lets out a broken moan as his dick twitches and releases into her mouth.
Belly shallows every last drop which winds Conrad especially when she pulls herself up to his level and kisses him with the taste of him still on her lips.
Their kiss breaks, “Wow–just wow…”, Conrad breathes.
“Do you feel better about this decision?” Belly asks.
“Yes…but I still wish I could do something”, he exhaled.
“Don’t worry, I know you’ll make it up to me”, she smiles
“Trust me,” he says. “I already have a plan.”
Belly raises an eyebrow.
“A plan?”
He nods.
“Two weeks can't come soon enough.”
She laughs.
“God, you are such a dork.”
A grin breaks across his face.
“But I'm your dork.”
They kiss again as Belly begins anticipating what is in store for her in the coming weeks…