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“So, everything’s good?” Kylie asked softly, her low, warm voice burring against Blair’s ear.

“Yeah. Everything’s very good. I’m happy, Kylie. I’m happy with you, and I’m happy that you want to be a mom to the baby. We’re gonna be great together.”

Kylie spent a few minutes kissing Blair’s neck, slowly working her way down to her shoulders. She wasn’t trying to arouse her, merely trying to show how much she enjoyed touching her.

“Sweetheart, would you put some music on instead of the TV? Mackenzie much prefers music. Maybe he’ll calm down a little if he hears his grandfather and the CSO play.”

Kylie did as she was asked, and when she returned, she urged Blair to lie down and put her head in her lap. She picked up the bottle of moisture lotion that had taken up permanent residence in the den and squirted some into her palm, warming it. Lifting Blair’s shirt, she started to rub the lotion soothingly into her skin, and in a few minutes, the combination of her gentle movements and the calming music resulted in significantly less activity in Blair’s uterus. “You’re magical,” the smaller woman murmured. “He loves your touch as much as I do.”

“I can’t wait until I can hold him in my arms,” Kylie said. “I mean arm. I’m gonna have you in the other one. Thank God we’re not having twins.”

Blair snorted softly, then said, “While you were rubbing me, I started to think of my grandmother. Have I ever talked about her?”

“No, you haven’t,” Kylie said, thinking about the day Werner’d said that Blair was exactly like his mother. “Tell me about her.”

“She was my father’s Mother, my Gramma Lilli.”

“Did she live in Chicago?”

“Uh-huh. Rogers Park. My grandfather died when my father was still in high school, so it was only the two of them for a while. Luckily, my grandfather had a successful business, and his partner bought out his share, leaving my grandmother enough money to live — not well, mind you — but enough to survive at a comfortable level.”

“What did your grandfather do?”

“He was a watchmaker, and when they came to America, he went into a partnership with another man; they created a pretty successful jewelry store. It was down in the south Loop on Wabash.”

“Came to America? Where were they from?”

“Germany,” she said, lifting her eyes to meet Kylie’s. “Didn’t you know that?”

“No, I had no idea,” she said.

“With a name like Werner Schneidhorst, you thought my father’s people came over on the Mayflower?”

Kylie chuckled softly. “No, of course not. I didn’t realize he was born in Germany. Why did they leave?”

Now Blair sat all the way up and looked at her confusedly. “How much wine did you have? There was a little thing called the Holocaust …”

“Blair, I swear this is all news to me. I didn’t know you were Jewish!” Shaking her head, she asked, “Are you Jewish?”

“Kinda,” she said, “but not really.”

“A little more detail would be helpful,” Kylie said.

“Okay. My Gramma Lilli was Jewish and was pretty observant when she was a girl. She was a bit of a rebel and started dating my grandfather against her father’s wishes. He basically disowned her for dating a gentile, so she turned her back on her religion and her family.”

“Wow. How hard that must have been on her.”

“I’m sure it was, but she never talked about it. I only know the story because my grandfather told my father the whole scoop.”

“So what happened? Why did they leave Germany?”

“Well, they were really in love, and they got married. My grandfather’s Lutheran minister wouldn’t marry them, so they had to marry in the Hamburg City Hall. My grandfather’s family wasn’t happy about his marrying a Jew, so things were strained there, too. Gramma got pregnant with my father not long after they were married, and they struggled along while he served his long apprenticeship as a watchmaker. He had an uncle who had a shop, and he assumed he’d be offered a salaried position after he finished his apprenticeship, but that never developed. They were in bad shape, Kylie, but my grandmother had two brothers who really cared for her, and they managed to stay in contact against their father’s wishes. They scrimped and saved and gave my grandparents the money to come to America.”

“When was this?”

“1936. Good timing, huh?”

“Damn! How fortunate!”

“Yeah. Who would have guessed that being disowned by your families could wind up saving your lives?”

“How did they survive?” Kylie asked.

“My grandfather had some acquaintances, and he got hooked up with this man — the one who became his business partner. Lots of hard work paid off, and they were finally able to open a decent store — and they did all right. Things didn’t go as well for my Gramma’s family, though. As far as she could ascertain, her entire immediate family was murdered.” She said this very quietly, and Kylie could feel her body start to shake. Pulling her closer, she held her for a long while, soothing her with her touch and with gentle kisses upon her forehead.

“I’m so sorry, Blair,” she finally whispered. “I’m so sorry she had to lose her family twice.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Blair said, sniffling. “She lost them twice. She was such a loving woman, Kylie. I can’t imagine how callous you’d have to be to cut off all contact with your child because she disobeyed you.”

“Don’t be too harsh on your great-grandfather. That was a different time and a different culture. I mean, in retrospect, it was wise for the Jews to be suspicious of gentiles.”

“Yeah, I know you’re right, but it’s still beyond my ken.”

“Was your father raised as a Christian or a Jew?”

“A little of both, I guess. They celebrated Passover, but they also celebrated Christmas. When I was young, we went to Gramma’s for Passover, but it was more of a cultural thing than a religious thing. I swear, I didn’t know we were Jewish until I was in the sixth or seventh grade.”

“Do you consider yourself Jewish?”

“I had a few years in high school when I tried to establish my identity as a Jew. I think I was searching for a group to belong to. As I learned more about the genocide, I decided that we had to claim our Jewishness so that our numbers were greater. I reasoned that if everyone who had Jewish blood claimed the faith, we’d have a real force.” She smiled up at Kylie and said, “I went to a very progressive high school. Everybody had a cause.”

“So what happened? Why did you drop it?”

“Well, to be honest, I didn’t get much support from my family. My dad didn’t make a big deal about it, but the whole thing kinda confused him. He was technically a Jew, since his mother was, but he didn’t feel like he was. He identified more with the German side of his heritage. Probably because of the composers and conductors,” she said. “Gramma liked retaining some of the cultural aspects of her faith, but she didn’t see the point of my actually joining, either. I went to a couple of local temples, but they discouraged me, as well. I would have had to convert, since my mother wasn’t Jewish, and when I told the rabbis that my parents weren’t crazy about the idea, they didn’t think it was wise to pursue it. They both said it was something I should look into when I was an adult.”

“Have you had any urge to investigate again?”

“Well, I’ve had plenty of time, but I haven’t done it.”

“I’ll support you if you’re interested, honey. Heck, I’ll even keep a Kosher kitchen.”

“You’re a good sport, Doctor Mackenzie,” she said. “I guess my only reason for wanting to do it is to make a political statement. My grandmother lost so many to hatred that it seems like I should replenish the ranks as much as I can.”

“Tell me more about your grandmother. It sounds like she was a big influence in your life.”

“Oh, she was,” Blair said. “I think about her all the time now; she'd be so happy about the baby." She started to cry again, but forced herself to stop. Laughing softly, she said, "My dad says I’m exactly like her emotionally.”

“Tell me how?” Kylie asked, already privy to Werner’s thoughts on the matter.

“I think I’m most like her in my ability to move on,” Blair said. “She lost her family, her faith, her country and millions of her fellow Jews. But you would never have known any of that from her. She had this incredible ability to be thankful for what she had and to make the best of it. Every day that she woke up, she was happy to see the sun in the sky. When I’d ask her to talk about growing up in Germany, she’d tell me the cutest little stories. She had hundreds of little tales, and she made it sound so idyllic, Kylie. And I don’t think she did that to humor me. I think that’s how she remembered it. She talked about her father like he was the sweetest man on earth, and he disowned her!”

“Remarkable,” Kylie said.

“She was remarkable,” Blair agreed. “She’s the one who used to talk to me about being adopted and how blessed the whole family was to have me be a part of it. Honestly, she’s the one who made me feel proud that I’d been chosen by my family — rather than being angry that my birth parents had given me away. It seemed like a good thing when she talked to me about it. She used to tell me that my parents had no other way to have children, and that she wouldn’t have had a grandchild if they hadn’t been able to adopt. I knew how much she loved me, and I felt really great about being chosen to be her granddaughter.” She sniffled a few tears away, then pulled back when she noticed her cheek was wet. “Are you crying?” she asked, turning around to see Kylie’s red eyes.

“That’s such a wonderful story,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’ll bet you made her very happy, Blair.”

“You know, I did,” she said, a note of pride in her voice. “I saw her every Sunday — at a minimum. When I was little, she watched me during the evenings when my parents were both at work. Then later, when I was old enough to ride public transit by myself, I’d hop on the bus and go up to Rogers Park and see her in the afternoon. We spent a lot of time together, Kylie, and it was wonderful for both of us.” She looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, “You know, I really wanted to go away to college, but her health was failing, and I couldn’t bear to be too far away. That’s the only reason I chose Northwestern. I was ten minutes away on the Evanston Express.”

“When did she die?” Kylie asked.

“When I was a freshman in college. She started having heart palpitations, but by the time they got her to Evanston Hospital, she was gone. That was a very, very hard time for me.” She blinked away a few tears and gave her partner a watery smile. “Still is.”

“What was her family name?” Kylie asked softly.

“Simon,” Blair answered. “Lilli Simon.”

“Well, Lilli wouldn’t do for a boy, but Simon has some real appeal.”

Wordlessly, Blair turned in place and buried her head against Kylie’s chest, crying for a long time. The larger woman soothed her with her gentle touch, and finally, she was able to speak. “You know me so well. That would mean so much to me.”

“It would mean a lot to me, too. We have to honor the woman who made you feel so special.”

"Mackenzie Simon Spencer sounds very cool."

"Uhm … what would you think if we switched the names around a little bit?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think your grandmother should have second billing," Kylie said. "She means too much to you for that. I think the baby's name should be Simon Mackenzie Spencer."

"But … but … I want to name him after you!"

"Blair, I've never been more touched than I was on the night you told me that. I swear that's the truth. But I'm here, and I'm going to be here for him every day. Your grandmother won't be. Naming him after her will let him know that he has mommies who love him and grandparents who love him and great-grandparents who would have loved him as much as we do, even though they'll never get to meet him."

Blair looked up at her partner and asked in a shaky voice, “Will you take me to bed and cuddle me all night long? I need to be close.”

“Of course I will. I’ll cuddle you every night. I promise.” She kissed her gently, then helped her up from the deep cushions, draping an arm around her shoulders as they made the short trip, eight tiny feet scampering after them.

„G

The next evening, Blair was out late. Kylie tried to wait up for her, but found her eyelids closing at her usual bedtime, so she gave up. The blonde tried to sneak into bed, but the dogs leapt up right before she pulled it off, waking Kylie. "Hi," she said groggily. "Just get home?"

"Yeah. I met some new clients for dinner. They want to list a very expensive house with me, but they both talk like they've been given truth serum. Do people really think I give a damn about where they grew up and what they think the stock market's going to do this year? I wanted to shake them and say, 'I want to sell your house and get a commission! That's all I care about!'"

"Come here and let me calm you down, baby," Kylie said. "I think my mouth is still nice and minty."

"Aw … you're so sweet." Blair cuddled up as well as she could, and they kissed for a long time. Kylie's hands roamed up and down Blair's back, massaging her a little as they kissed. When she felt her lover start to relax, Kylie rolled her onto her other side and kissed her neck and shoulders, a surefire method for lulling her to sleep.

“Know what I like?” Blair asked, her voice a little groggy.

“Uhn-uh.”

“I like that sometimes you kiss me for a while and then stop.”

“I love kissing you — for a few minutes or considerably longer,” Kylie said.

“You know what I mean. I’m sure there are guys who like to kiss, too, but I never dated any of them. They were always so goal-oriented. Kissing was a short stop on the way to fucking.”

“Hey, I’m goal-oriented, too,” Kylie said. “It’s just that kissing you until I feel all warm inside is my goal.”

“Oh, Doctor Mackenzie, you are such a catch.” Blair cuddled a little closer and burrowed her butt into Kylie’s lap. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Kylie placed a gentle kiss on her partner’s neck, then patted her belly. “I love you, too, Mack … Simon. You get some rest so your mommy can, okay?”

"It's hard, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Kylie said, laughing softly. "I've been trying to call him Simon every time I think of him, but it's gonna take some work."

"Do you really want to change his name? It was incredibly generous of you to offer, but — "

"I'm certain. Besides, Simon's so much easier to spell. If he was Mackenzie, he wouldn't be able to spell his own name until he was in third grade."

"Don't tease. I really want to make sure you want to do this."

"I'm absolutely positive," Kylie said, “but you have to be certain, too."

"I am," Blair said. "I love the idea. Then he can have both of his mommies’ names as last names. Hey, you know we could hyphenate them."

"No, no," Kylie said. "That's too much. I'm more than happy to provide his middle name. Let him decide how much of it to use. If he likes me, he might choose to be called Simon Mackenzie Spencer. Very formal," she said, smiling.

"They only refer to serial killers by all three names," Blair teased.

"Tell that to … Robert Lewis Stevenson or Henry David Thoreau or Elizabeth Cady Stanton or George Washington Carver."

"Next time I see 'em," Blair promised. "Now pat Simon to sleep."

Kylie did, and the baby calmed down after a few minutes. She leaned over and kissed Blair's belly, and the baby did one last somersault and calmed again.

"He likes your kisses, too."

"Just wait until he gets out here. I'll be kissing him so much, his skin will chap."

"I wish I could take him out for a while tonight. I'd love to have my old body back. That's what you ought to work on — a removable uterus."

"I'll get right on it," Kylie said. "Remind me in the morning." She kissed Blair one last time, put her hand on their baby and was asleep in seconds.

„G

Kylie woke immediately when her partner got out of bed at 3:00 a.m., then patiently waited for her to return. She was a little surprised when Blair walked over to her side of the bed and sat down. “You awake?”

“Uh-huh,” Kylie answered, sounding alert. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I wanted to see if you’re interested in fooling around a little.” She pushed Kylie’s hair from her face and trailed her fingers across her cheek. “Had another sex dream.”

“Sex dream?” Kylie asked, the room just bright enough to show her smile. “Tell me about it. Maybe we can recreate it.”

“Ooo … that’s a very good idea. It was really vivid — really sensual.” She leaned over a little and took Kylie’s hand, placing it on her breast. Her voice dropped into a low, sexy register, and she said, “I was straddling you while I was on my hands and knees …”

“I like it so far,” Kylie said, her own voice taking on a sexy tone. Her hand started to compress the flesh it rested against, moving slowly and gently.

“You were propped up a little so I could reach you easily, and I’d lower my breasts down to your mouth — switching back and forth. You sucked on them so sweetly — gently stimulating them until they started to tingle. Of course, every little suckle made my clit throb,” she purred, sliding Kylie’s hand down between her legs.

“Mine’s throbbing now,” the dark-haired woman growled.

“So urgent,” Blair said softly. “Slow down a little now. Take it nice and easy. I need you to be gentle and tender with me tonight — let me experience all of the sensations.”

“Let me go brush my teeth,” Kylie said, starting to sit up.

“Don’t bother,” Blair said. “I don’t need a bit of foreplay. All I need is that sweet mouth on my breasts.”

Kylie reached over and removed Blair’s shirt, then started to trail the tips of her short nails over her skin.

“Perfect,” the blonde murmured. “That’s what I need — truly perfect.”

After a few minutes, Blair pulled away and got Kylie into the position she thought would work best, propping her up with several pillows. Standing, Blair pushed off her boxers and then climbed on top of her, straddling Kylie like she had in her dream. Kylie lifted her knees to provide a little stability, then Blair leaned in close and let her breast dangle just above her lover’s lips.

Kylie looked up, her face flushed with pleasure. “There’s no more arousing sight in the whole world.” She took the breast into her mouth, tenderly laving it with her tongue. She didn’t exert any pressure, knowing that Blair was still very sensitive. She heard her own satisfied growl, then another from her partner as she bathed the swollen flesh with kisses.

As her breasts were being caringly loved, Blair began to urge her lover to suck a little harder, something that Kylie did with great reluctance. “Come on, baby, suck me,” she growled, making Kylie shiver from head to toe.

Kylie increased the pressure a tiny bit, then stilled completely, taking her mouth away. Reaching out, she grabbed the bedside lamp, drawing it close enough to switch it on. “What’s wrong?” Blair asked in alarm.

Shaking her head while taking a tissue from the box, Kylie brought it to her mouth then inspected it carefully. Nodding, she switched the light off and got back into position. “No big deal,” she said. “It’s only a little colostrum secretion.”

Immediately, Blair climbed off her and flopped onto the mattress, draping an arm across her eyes. “Oh, that was sexy.”

“Hey,” Kylie soothed, leaning over her. “Don’t let little things like that bother you. It’s no big deal.”

“It must have been for you to stop and spit,” she said, obviously on the verge of tears. “It must have tasted horrible.”

“Oh, honey, that’s not true,” Kylie insisted. “I’m a doctor — a scientist. When I notice something out of the ordinary, I look at it. It’s part of my makeup, I swear. I thought that what I tasted was a little colostrum, but I wanted to be sure. I’m really sorry if I ruined your mood, baby.”

“I grossed you out,” Blair muttered, starting to cry.

“You did not! Honey, I swear that I only wanted to take a look and make sure the fluid was clear. There was nothing gross about it! It actually tasted kinda good, and the next time you leak a little, I want you to taste it so you know how pleasant it is.”

“I’m gonna do this again?” she asked, obviously alarmed. “Then we won’t play with my breasts anymore.”

“Honey, this is gonna happen every once in a while — with no stimulation at all. Your breasts are getting ready to work. They’re making sure all systems are go.”

“I hate this,” she cried, rolling onto her side and turning away from Kylie. “Somebody else is in charge of my body!”

Cuddling up behind her, Kylie tucked an arm around her, curling a hand up under her belly. “Come on, sweetheart, don’t let it get to you. Someone else is in charge of your body, but the one in charge is our baby in there. Little Simon's like a pilot in an airplane, checking all of the controls before take off.” She trailed her hand up across Blair’s abdomen, then hefted one of her breasts in her hand. “He wants to make sure there’s plenty for him to eat when he gets here. That’s all.”

“I feel freakish, Kylie,” she sniffed. “My breasts are leaking, there’s always something going on with my vagina. It doesn’t feel like my body anymore.”

“Sure it is, sweetheart, but you have a boarder for a few more months. Once he moves out and gets his own room, you’ll be back to normal in no time.”

“Are you sure?” Blair’s voice was shaking, and Kylie could hear how much she needed to be reassured.

“I’m absolutely positive, sweetheart. You’re gonna be in control once again. Promise.”

“It’s so weird,” the smaller woman grumbled. “There are so many changes. I really wasn’t prepared for this.”

“I know,” the doctor soothed, “but there are some good changes, too.” She gave a gentle squeeze to the breast she was still holding. “You tell me how your breasts tingle and react to the slightest touch. That can be good.”

“Yeah, that's good,” Blair agreed, sniffling.

“And you’re extra sensitive down here, too,” she whispered, tickling lightly between her partner’s legs. “That’s been kinda good, hasn’t it? You get aroused so easily, and you have such intense orgasms. I know how good those feel.”

Blair nodded, her tears now dry. “I’d like to keep the orgasms, even after the baby’s born.”

“We’ll have to see what we can do,” Kylie purred. “Maybe I can do my job extra well.” She started to move against the smaller woman, rubbing her body against her back. “Let me give you one of those nice, big orgasms. You know you want to.”

Sounding tentative again, Blair asked, “Are you sure you want to?”

“Oh, yeah,” Kylie growled. “I’m positive that I want to. If you’re not in the mood, I’m gonna have to go solo. You’ve really got me going.”

Blair rolled over to face her partner, giving her a decidedly sexy look. “Take off your shorts, sweetheart.”

Kylie did and managed a smile as Blair snuggled closer and started to kiss her. Her hand settled on Kylie’s leg, and she gently urged her to raise it. As soon as her fingers slid into the larger woman’s wetness, Kylie pulled her mouth away to gasp in relief. “Oh, yeah,” she panted, closing her eyes immediately to go back for more of the fiery kisses.

Urging Blair into the same position, Kylie’s hand slipped down to nestle between her legs. Murmuring against Blair’s mouth, she growled, “You make me so hot!”

“Mmm,” Blair moaned, holding onto Kylie with a rabid intensity. “Make me come, baby. Make me come now.”

Slipping her tongue into Blair’s mouth while her fingers slid through the copious wetness, Kylie tried to stay focused, keeping her pace even and smooth, even though Blair’s questing fingers were about to drive her mad. She slid two fingers into her partner as her breathing became labored, then caressed the glans with her thumb, making Blair’s body jump and twitch. Just as the first spasms of her climax rolled through her body, Blair felt Kylie start to respond as well. She thrust her tongue into her mouth as her fingers slid into her hot, wet flesh, and soon, they were both crying out lustily, entwined in each other’s arms.

“I love you,” Kylie whispered, her voice shaking. “I love you so much.”

“Hold me tight,” Blair begged. “Cuddle me all night long.”

Wrapping her into a snug embrace, Kylie smiled down at the smaller woman as she lay her head on her shoulder. “Go to sleep, love,” she soothed, the vibrations from her chest rumbling against Blair’s cheek.

“Love you,” the blonde murmured before falling asleep immediately.

“I love you both,” Kylie whispered, making sure that her hand was resting upon her growing child before she drifted off as well.

„G

“Hey, Blair?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I invite Nick to go to the Bowl with us tonight?”

“Sure. By the way, you don’t need my permission to invite people to do things with us.”

“Well, I thought I’d ask this time,” she said, “’cause he’s a very perceptive guy, and he’ll pick up on our closeness. I guess I’m asking if it’s okay to tell him about us.”

“What part of 'Tell everybody' didn't you get? I thought you told him already. He’s your best friend, Kylie!”

“I didn’t want to do it until you gave me the okay. I mean, you know him, too."

“Yeah, but I don't see why that matters. Who have you told, anyway?"

"Just the guys at work. I don't know why, but I haven't been in the mood to tell anyone else. It's like our little secret.”

"Do you think your parents will be unhappy?"

"No, no!" Kylie’s eyes brightened as she said, “My mom will be ecstatic! She really likes you.”

“Not your father?” Blair asked, intentionally narrowing her eyes.

“He likes you fine. He’s not the type to express his feelings verbally. But he spoke with you, and was interested enough to ask you what you do for a living. That’s a lot from him.”

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