Sweet Little Thing: A Novella (Sweet Thing) by Renee Carlino Page A

baby cocooned inside a balloon of amniotic fluid, right there in the spot that I was so cheerfully jabbing my dick into. I suddenly felt light-headed. I began to sway as I hovered over Mia.
    “What’s wrong?” She was squinting at me and repeating the question. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong, Will?”
    Her voice became frantic, but I was unable to find my own. She pushed me back against the seat and leaned over me, searching my eyes. She put her hand to my cheek.
    I braced her hips with my hands and looked down at her belly. Finally my voice cracked and I said, “Are you okay?”
    “Of course I’m okay.” She took a deep breath. “What just happened to you?”
    “How can that not have hurt the baby?”
    She stared into my eyes for several moments. Her demeanor changed. I could see anger boiling behind her big hazel eyes. “Jesus, Will, your neurosis is getting really out of control. It’s going to start affecting your health; you have to calm down. You need to get your anxiety in check. Whatever you need to do to stop this constant catastrophizing, you should do it.”
    “Thanks, wife,” I said sarcastically.
    “I’m sorry. I just thought you were having a heart attack. I mean, you turned gray on me. I thought I had killed you with sex.”
    “Now who’s catastrophizing?”
    “I don’t want to fight on our wedding day.” She pressed a button, lowering the privacy screen, and then asked the driver to head to our loft.
    I spoke to her in a low, defeated voice. “It just seems weird that it wouldn’t hurt the baby.”
    She took my hand and finally her expression turned sympathetic. “The baby is tucked away in there and very safe. Your dick, although very big, honey, is nowhere close to reaching the baby.” She was protecting my ego. “This is natural. You asked me to be open and honest with you, so I will. I thought once I became pregnant that the idea of sex would sound revolting, but it’s actually the opposite. I’m super horny.” She whispered the last part.
    “Oh yeah?” My voice got high.
    “Yes, and you shouldn’t worry. Back in the day, people didn’t even know they were pregnant at this stage. I love your concern, I do.” She kissed my nose. “But you’re going to kill yourself worrying like that.”
    “Okay,” I mumbled just as the limo stopped in front of our building.
    We pulled our ravaged selves together and headed into the studio. I walked behind Mia into the control room. The most gratifying feeling in the world was watching Mia’s reaction when she looked through the glass and saw the Steinway.
    “Holy shit,” she mumbled. “You bought the Steinway.” It wasn’t a question.
    I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
    She immediately turned and looked up at me with the most serious look on her face. “You are so getting a blow job tonight.”
    This horny pregnancy thing is not so bad.
    I nodded. “I’m okay with that.”
    “Wait a minute,” she said excitedly, “You’re gonna die when you see what I got you.”
    “I hope not.”
    She punched me in the arm and then grabbed my hand and pulled me along. Walking behind her, I noticed that her hair was a total mess in the back from our little limo escapade. She had taken it out of the bun and crazy pieces were going everywhere. I laughed as she led me into the sound room.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “Your hair looks a bit…well, it looks a little…” I tried to pat the back down, but there was so much hairspray coating each strand that it wouldn’t budge.
    “Through good and bad, honey, remember?” she said with a coy smirk. “Anyway, you’ll forget all about my hair when you see this…”
    She moved away from one of the guitar stands, revealing an Ebony Les Paul. Upon further inspection, I noticed there was a signature. My eyes watered; I shook my head in disbelief. It was an electric guitar signed by Jimmy Page. I picked it up and it was like I was holding the holy mother-fuckin’ grail.