Have you ever crossed paths with someone that you just could not take your eyes off of? Someone, whose energy or aura, seemed to attract you no matter how hard you tried to ignore it… that was my first impression of Nick.
I am not one to cruise hard or to show that I am overtly interested in meeting someone but I found myself fighting to not appear obvious about my attraction to this guy. It was just strange. I mean he was really a handsome guy but not like a model or anything, more the good-looking, solid, guy-next-door, man on the street type.
When I had sat down at the table on the patio outside I had not really noticed any of the people around me. The coffee shop was a light buzz of its usual afternoon web surfers, readers and shoppers on a break but It was the chuckle of the waitress and his out-loud laughter that had drawn my attention. And once, I noticed him, I found myself hooked. And… I sat and watched him, enjoying my own coffee on this warmer than usual late winter day.
He sat reading a book, on the table were his cup of coffee, a muffin, and a pipe. Yeah, a pipe, a larger rugged pipe but not one that was so big it looked odd itself, it was just odd because you don’t see many men today smoking pipes, and especially someone that looked to be in his very early thirties, possibly late twenties.
His hair was short on the sides and back and looked to be just slightly too long on the top and front similar to “Bama bangs”. It was reddish-brown or maybe a brownish-red, depending on the way the light caught it. His muscled forearms had the same colored hair covering them thickly but not ape-like. The shoulders were broad and he looked to be in great shape but not someone that worshipped the racks of the local gym, about 210 maybe 220 lbs, taller than me. The dulled orange sweatshirt that read “Juno Team XL” covered any other clues to how gym-obsessed he may have been.
His square jaw was heavy with a five o’clock shadow below his sideburns but since it was only two in the afternoon, I assumed he had skipped shaving that morning. The waitress seemed as infatuated with him as I was since she continued to check on him as she ignored the rest of the patrons. She would giggle and he would laugh out loud. These actions seemed to count any daydreaming of him and me running off together out. Of course, such a man as that would, be straight, I thought to myself.
I finished my coffee and gathered my backpack and walked away from the coffee shop patio and this infatuation. “It was nice while it lasted.” I thought of my cerebral affair that he and I shared. I had one last stop before heading home for an afternoon of couch potato time.
I perused the small shop of children’s books and hand crafted toys. My niece was about to celebrate her first birthday and although I knew it would mean little to her, I wanted to find something, that later, she could keep or even pass on to her daughter. I had such grand taste sometimes that I would make even myself think “Jeeze, Franklin, get over yourself!”
“You might be a little advanced for these.”
I heard a voice behind me as I was looking over a set of five leather-bound nursery rhyme books. I stood up expecting a clerk and found the coffee-shop guy.
“I’m looking for someth…” I had started to explain before it hit me that it was just a friendly conversation starter. I chuckled. “My niece is turning one next week.”
“That’s wonderful. These are something she could keep for a long time.” He said smiling. He stuck out his hand offering a shake. His sweatshirt was now covered with a open-buttoned red plaid flannel shirt and the sleeve rode up as he reached out exposing the red-tinted hair on his arms again.
I reached out and shook his hand. Then I saw his rich blue eyes that seemed to just sparkle. I wanted to say my name but couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful his eyes were.
“Nick. I’m Nick” he said
“Frank…lin” I replied pausing in the middle as if I were unsure.
He smiled a broad smile and I smiled back unable to stop myself.
“Do…do you work here?” I asked.
“Some days I do.” He laughed. “Today, I just stopped in to check on… well, you.”
“On me?” I was surprised.
“Yeah, I saw you having coffee and then you were in here and… and, well I wanted to come over and say hello…” he leaned in a little “… and just see if you… or, I … I mean, well, say hello.”
When Nick leaned in I got the slightest hint of pipe tobacco and smoke and a tingle from my head to my toes. I noticed that my breathing was slightly elevated and I blushed. “I’m glad you did. I noticed you as well.”
Nick laughed out loud and said “Well, fine then.” Then he winked. “Would you like to grab a late lunch? Or, you’ve probably already ate.”
“No, I’d like that.” I answered too quickly and even though I had eaten lunch an hour before stopping in for coffee, we were off.
We sat across from each other at the restaurant and talked like we were long lost friends. He was so easy to talk to and his laugh was infectious. I didn’t want the hours to slip by as fast as they did. The small restaurant had emptied out a while back when we realized we were the only two left. We made plans for dinner the next night. We would meet at the coffee shop and go from there.
A week and three dates later, I stood at the mirror damp and steamy from the shower. I looked over my body knowing that tonight, there was a good chance that Nick would see me like this again. I was nervous but just because I wanted everything to be perfect. I’m a little thicker than I was five or six years ago but I am edging on thirty now. I have always fought the fight to keep my middle flat and I have won but its getting more and more difficult. There are no abs showing these days. There was for about a year and half when I crossed my twenty-fifth birthday but work and couch-potato Sundays replaced them with a few-pounds over average, easily hidden under any shirt but tonight, I hoped, there would be no shirt there.
My six foot frame was wearing well I thought. I hadn’t hit 200 pounds yet and most of the blonde hair that I had in high school was still around and still blonde. I kept it much shorter now, but it seemed to be hangin’ in there. I was most proud of my arms as they seemed to be easily made toned and thick with much less than some guys arms and the rest of my body.
“You are being ridiculous. Get over yourself, Franklin.” I thought to myself. I sometimes talk to myself if I am being weird. Have I mentioned that? Besides, as handsome as Nick is, you could tell there was a little paunch action under his shirts and he never seemed to win over the five o’clock shadow. Still, I am not complaining in the least. He is something. He makes me feel good and even though I have always hated smoking, the couple of times that he smoked his pipe around me I actually didn’t mind the smell.
That night, just as I expected, we ended up back at my place and found ourselves wrapped up in a jumble of sweat, body parts, steam, 500-thread count sheets and sex. It was erotic, hot, funny, explosive and satisfying. Afterward, we lay together and I used my finger to draw a line, circling in and our and around Nick’s body. Around his nipple across his chest, down his stomach –tickling him a bit and making him chuckle, to his thick reddish forest of hair then back up again.
We talked about nothing and everything all at once. A breeze from the barely open window crossed us and a waft of gentle man-smells of sweat, cum, cologne and even pipe tobacco hit me and it occurred to me that I didn’t want to move from this spot.
“I know I’ll beat myself for this the next time I get to the gym but do you want some ice cream? Its been so warm this week I bought some to get in a little pre-spring summer.”
“Mmm… that sounds great.” Nick said making a yum noise. “I always get winter weight and loose it come spring. I guess its still winter according to the calendar.” He pushed his belly out big and rubbed it and in a strained voice said “This is what it looks like normally. I just keep it sucked in around you.”
“Well, come on big man. Or better yet, you lay here and I will hurry back with the goods.”
Many, many more nights and conversations and dinners and hand holding later, I knew I was close to saying what I feared the first night we slept together. I was falling in love with Nick.
By Spring, we were known as “Franklin and Nick” or “Nick and Franklin” and seemed to be working on becoming an established couple in our respective social scenes. We did pretty much everything together from errands, parties, a couple of day trips and shopping.
Nick, had almost completely lost the small winter belly he had when we first met and the pipe was almost never around. On the other hand I had slacked a bit in the gym area and the belly was, just slightly, but definitely bigger.
“Mmmm… lets blow off this party, get some ice cream and go to bed early.” Nick said startling me as I examined my rounder belly in the mirror.
Looking over, he was in his boxers and dress socks, his reddish chest and stomach hair was thick from the recent shower and as always he had that twinkle in his eye.
“Ice Cream? You see this?!?” I replied pushing my belly out. “We are together all of the time and you loose weight and here I am fat!”
“Fat? You’re not fat. And if you were I wouldn’t care. You look great. I like the weight on you.” Nick said blowing off the remark.
“Easy for you to say.”
“When we met, I had a belly. Happens every winter, and I know it will happen again this year.” Nick said trying to soothe me.
“Doubt it.” I said like a pouty little boy.
“Trust me, my belly will get bigger in winter it always does.” Nick paused for a few seconds. “Did you… hate my belly?”
“No. No, not at all! Actually, I liked it.”
“Do you hate your belly? Cause, you can loose it. But don’t do it for me.” Nick moved over and hugged me from behind.
“I don’t hate it, but… I don’t know I never had one. Seems to be a cardinal sin for the gay boys- ya know? And, besides… I want… I don’t want… you, I mean… I don’t want you hating my body. I worry about shit like that.” I was stammering and getting uncomfortable with the conversation.
“I’m telling you I don’t mind. I happen to like the way I feel when my belly is a little bigger and will love having more of you to love on if you grow a nice fat belly.” Nick smiled and kissed my neck. “But, you need to let me know if you feel the same about me.”
I thought that was an odd way to phrase the statement but answered quickly. “It doesn’t bother me at all.”
“I’m glad, Franklin.” Nick moved around and kissed me and moved down to my chest and licked my nipple.
I groaned lightly… “I don’t care if we both get to 400 pounds; I want to be with you.” I whispered as his hands and mouth felt so good.
Nick paused, “Be sure of that baby.” and took my cock into his hand as he devoured my pec and nipple with his mouth.
We moved to the bedroom, blew off the party and the conversation moved to “other” growing aspects of our bodies.
As summer came to an end, our relationship was even more solid and I was looking at the future. We were together now more than six months and I was in love with Nick and I feel comfortable telling you that he was in love with me. I wondered more and more about when we would move in together, would it be sooner or later on? I wanted to meet his parents and for he to meet mine.
Nick kept me laughing and he was always in good spirits. He was refreshing and loved life and we were very happy.
We were together in the autumn, walking through a small outdoor market in the newly chilly weather when we saw the first leaf of the season fall from the tree. That always told me that fall was upon us.
Nick reached over and patted my belly, as it is now as big as Nick’s was when we first met. Not huge but a noticeable difference than ever before on my body.
He paused like he wanted to say something to me but seemed to be struggling with the words. Silently, he reached down and picked up the leaf and looked at it.
“What?” I asked quietly. I knew there was something on his mind.
Shrugging, he handed me the golden tipped orange leaf and walked on.
The next week, I arrived at Nick’s house. Moving through the living room and kitchen, following the trail of pipe smoke, found him on his back deck feet kicked up enjoying the colors of the nature around him.
“Hey Handsome.” He said looking up from his relaxed position.
“Hey…” I leaned over and kissed him. “I had almost forgotten about your pipe.” nodding toward it.
“Yeah, used to be just when it was really cold out, now seems to be a little more and more with the cooler weather. It bother you?”
“Nah, smells nice.
During dinner Nick was quieter than normal. I first wondered if he had been feeling a little cold coming on but he ate well. He’d actually made us a big meal and he ate well. I asked but he promised it was nothing. I knew though, that there was something on his mind.
The following couple of weeks were crazy for me at work, the final reports from the end of our second quarter were in and the boss was going crazy. He wanted all of the problems fixed and new reports ran before the start of the fourth quarter and that meant a lot of work for my team. I got home late and left early and worked Saturdays and tried to get caught up with Nick and my own house chores on Sundays.
The night that the reports were finally complete and submitted I left work just before eight o’clock. I called Nick, leaving a voice mail that I was free and was coming over with carry-out dinner.
I found Nick asleep on the sofa, television on, plate of crumbs and his pipe in an ashtray on the coffee table.
“Hey Handsome.” I whispered as I put the Chinese take-out on the table.
He was handsome even in a disheveled, groggy fog. “Hey…” he yawned and stretched. “You are home early.” He pulled the throw off of him and sat up.
For the first time since we first met I could see that Nick’s belly was getting a little bigger. His t-shirt had ridden up and over it in his yawn. He was getting very close, if now a little bigger than he was when we first met.
And, to be honest, the aroma of the pipe, the little belly, and just him, reminded me of our first time and I started getting hard.
“Chinese? Mmm. I’m starved.” Nick said.
“I was afraid you had already eaten.”
“Nah, just a snack earlier.”
Once again we stuffed ourselves and settled in on the sofa for a relaxing night of tv. I laid in Nick’s lap and without thinking rubbed his belly with my fingers. It was round and tight, it had to be bigger now than before and now and then I would hear a little “mmm” from Nick above.
His hand stroked my hair and the other held his pipe when it wasn’t in his mouth. He looked down at me with that same sparkle in his eye and nuzzled in deeper.
The weekend came and Nick rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. I heard the water turn off and heard him drying. I rubbed my own belly under the sheets and thought “Franklin, you have never been this big…or happy. Fat and happy.” I chuckled to myself.
Nick moved into the bedroom in just a towel. His belly was round and firm. His pecs were meaty and rounded now too and his newly growing in beard was starting to get thick and full. His butt seemed rounder too. He had to be up a good twenty pounds from summer.
He didn’t notice me watching him at first and picked up his pipe and re-lit it from the night before. He reached down and rubbed his belly then noticed me watching.
His hand quickly dropped to the towel. “You’re awake.” He said looking at me.
Stretching, “Yeah. For a couple minutes.”
Nick walked over and kissed me good morning.
I reached up and rubbed his belly. “We have really put it on in the last couple months.” Then I reached and pulled back the covers and pushed my belly outward.
Nick growled a little bit and pulled me up for a kiss. I rubbed his big belly as we did and felt his dick harden against me.
“Like that do ya?” I whispered.
But his answer came in action and not words. He moved me to my stomach and lubed his un-bridled dick and slid it inside me.
His dick seemed harder than it ever had been before, the room filled with thick pipe smoke as he puffed away while breeding me. I could feel is belly pushing into my back and the weight of him made it even more erotic to me.
I wanted to face him and watch him. I needed to. I stayed him off for just long enough to move to my back before he was back on me, fucking me. He pulled my nipples and rubbed my belly as I tried to rub his in the heat. When my hands did reach his belly he groaned louder and pumped deeper.
He leaned over and pressed me down with his weight, as I started to shoot between our bellies, and kissed me deep. I could taste the woodsy, manly flavor of the pipe smoke, a hint of spice and maybe, I don’t know, maybe peppermint on his tongue. I jerked uncontrollably as he fed my mouth his taste and essence and bliss. Just as I pushed forth the last ooze of my own cum, Nick filled my ass with his own explosion.
After a few minutes of silence, a tender kiss and hearty laugh from Nick he said “Hey, lets get some breakfast started. I’m starvin’.” With that he got up and headed to the kitchen pulling his jeans on. I headed off to the shower.
We sat down to eat and I found that Nick had prepared a huge breakfast. “There is no way I can eat all of this.” I said half heartedly. “It looks and smells great though, Handsome.”
“Ah, you can do it. Got to be hungry after that.” Nick said with a hearty laugh and a nod to the bedroom. “I know I am.”
After a few minutes I was rubbing my full belly. It was now a good bit smaller than Nick’s belly was but still bigger than I ever thought that I would be. Suddenly I thought maybe I was getting too big.
“Think we should hit the gym today?” I asked looking at my gut.
Nick paused and looked up at me. He pushed his chair back and took his plate to the sink. “You want to go to the gym?”
“Well, I have never been this big before, maybe I should start thinking about it.”
Nick didn’t face me, he packed his pipe with tobacco and lit it calmly. His demeanor had changed in the last minute. “We need to talk.”
“I don’t like the sound of that. What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I have been trying to think of a way to talk to you about this since… well, for months and I… I just didn’t know what your reaction would be. I don’t want… I don’t…”
“Nick, you are freaking me out. Just say it!” I just knew that he was going to say that he didn’t love me or found someone else, something. “Tell me, Nick.”
“It’s this.” Nick said not making a lot of sense. “I need to know if this is a problem. These changes. This belly, the beard and all of it.”
“What?” I was confused.
“I don’t want to lose you. I don’t. I am so in love with you. But, if what I am about to tell you is too much. Then I need to know.”
“Baby, you aren’t going to lose me. What are you talking about?!?”
“I told you that every year I end up gaining weight. I didn’t tell you the whole story. Each winter I start getting heavier and my beard grows fuller and other things, and each year it’s a little more than the year before.” Nick seemed to be rambling.
“Oookay…” I replied waiting for some reason for the dramatics.
“And see, every year before, I tried to keep it under control and worked hard to fight it but you seemed ok with it, with the rounder belly and… and everything. I just sort of decided not to fight this year. I didn’t want to fight it.”
“I am ok with it. But I’m not sure I understand what’s going on.” I was trying to calm him down but also understand.
“Let me just lay it all out on the line. Ok… here goes… ok? Every winter my belly grows. And every year it grows a little more than the year before…it starts earlier, it…”
That’s natural I gue…” I started to say
“Wait, let me finish. I need to tell you everything.”
“It grows bigger each year and starts growing earlier and takes longer to lose after… well, as we get close to Spring. The same with my beard. Lots of things. But you need to understand that as I get older, this will stretch out longer and I will end up always having a belly, it will just get bigger in the winter.”
“Nick, if this is a problem, there are ways to…” I stopped when he looked at me. “Sorry. Go on.”
“Its not a problem. Not for me. Its just something that is. Its not something that can be changed. Its in my DNA, a part of who I am.” Nick paused as if awaiting a reaction.
“I am still not sure I understand… Is this something that you enjoy doing? Like a fetish thing or… I am trying to understand…” my words trailed off
Nick laughed deeply for a couple of seconds. “It’s not a fetish like you are thinking but once it begins its difficult to… I mean, it feels great to grow and it makes you feel sexy and it gets really erotic. I know that doesn’t make sense. It’s just… I am trying to tell you that my body is programmed for this to happen and it seems that liking it and the ‘turn-on’ is a part of it.”
“I am not sure that I understand the ‘programmed’ and the ‘in your dna’ parts. I mean, I have always gone out with guys more for their personalities than their bodies, but I haven’t really dated very large men before. I am new to this and I admit that there is something very masculine about it, about you. I have been shocked that I have liked you getting bigger. That’s not an easy thing to say or think because it seems like I shouldn’t feel that way. I mean, look at me, you aren’t the only one that’s been putting a belly on.” I seemed to be going through some type of trail of self-discovery as I tried to calm Nick down.
“Frank, it comes down to this…what do you think about your own belly and what do you think about mine, it growing even bigger than it is now and will this fascination you have with that fade?” Nick asked point blank.
A direct hit. I had to answer back and I wanted to tell him the truth… “I think… I think it scares me, but I know I sorta like it. I like the feeling of looking like a man…that kind of man. I love not worrying about what I am eating and how much time at the gym it will take to get it off my middle and I like when you touch it. And, for you, I have never thought you were sexier than you are to me right now. I had a warm feeling that day I saw you smoking your pipe on the deck and noticed that your belly was a little rounder. And lately, I have loved being against you and feeling that big round belly and your beard as we slept and fooled around.” I paused. “I think that these were things, feelings, that, I was afraid to share with you… or even admit to myself.”
“So… you could handle, or even like me getting bigger?” Nick asked hesitantly.
I nodded. “I um. I get hard thinking about it.” I looked down.
Nick laughed loud and deep. “That’s fine. I do too. I love the feeling of my belly good and full and love that you enjoy it.” Nick took a few heavy draws from his pipe. “But, I need you to be sure, baby. Are you ok being with a fat guy?”
“I am. I want to be with you –fat or not. Are you ok being with a fat guy?” I teased back and patted my own gut.
“I am. I like it.” Nick replied. “But there’s more I have to tell you.”
I moved over to be close to him and we cuddled up so I could rub his round belly.
“My family”… he paused and started again. “My family, we are descendents Saint Klause. We changed our name to be less recognized to my current last name, St.Cloud. Do you understand?
I didn’t. I shook my head.
“Saint Klause… Santa Clause. I…we, my family, we are descendents. We carry his bloodline.”
I looked amused. “Really?” I asked in a sarcastic tone as if he were trying to punk me.
“I’m serious, Franklin. I am. You look at the story of Santa Clause as a fable or fairy tale and most of it is. But there are some parts that are true. Or at least a variation of the truth.”
“Okay.” I said waiting for the punch line.
“The toy store, it belongs to my family, we have been in that same business for a couple of centuries. We own the rights and patens to a lot of toys. Some we have licensed to other manufactures and some, more personal items we continue to make and sell. You still don’t believe me.” Nick was starting to sound defeated and upset.
“Ok, Santa, start from the beginning then. Do you have a sleigh and reindeer?” I asked like a smartass.
“Well, does your family live at the North Pole?”
Nick was sounding more and more irritated.
“So, then, what? What do you…” I was interrupted.
“I will tell you, but let me finish.” Nick said as he got up.
“Okay.” I waited.
“Saint Christopher Klause worked in a small church in the northern region of Europe hundreds of years ago. He made small toys for the village children so they would have something to do in the winter months when it was too cold to be outside much. He made toys that he could use to teach them stories from the bible and other texts.
As he got older his sons helped and it became a tradition for them. The villagers would sometimes thank them with food. They would grow very fat and soon, over the next generations, it became more about making the toys for underprivileged children than about the bible stories.
Somehow, along the way…” Nick paused and looked at me… “the story goes that some curse or spell or something was put on the family to make them very fat and bearded and ‘jolly’ for lack of a better word, because one of the great grandsons of Christopher only wanted to profit from the toys. He was vain and mean. He did not understand the original intent of the gifts. Some say it was blessing sent down from Christopher himself, some say it was something conjured up from a villager – its crazy, but it is what it is. Personally, I think its something more in our genetic dna or something, hell, I don’t know. I do know that it happens to all of the men in my family. It can’t be stopped or changed. Are you following?” Nick asked.
“I… think. I think so...” I was waiting for more.
“Anyway, the toy making has been passed down generation after generation. My grandfather, who was fat and bearded taught my dad and my dad who became fat and bearded taught me and my brother and now it is happening to us.
There are some members that did not take up the business but someone always did. One son or the other always did. My brother and I both did.
The fantastic parts of the fable are not true. But the core is. The bloodline, the toys, the love of children and laughter and… and…this.” Nick rubbed his round belly.
“You are not shitting, are you?” I asked, never seeing Nick so serious.
“No. I know it’s a lot. It’s a lot to accept but its true.”
“Is that it? I mean is there any ‘magic’ or anything else I should know?” I asked quietly, struggling to accept this fantastic presentation.
“The only magic is making other people happy and the fact that there is no fighting the belly, the beard, the other little traits that you have seen happening to me.” Nick said with quiet resolve and then re-lit his pipe.
“Your dad… and your brother are like this too? I wondered.
Nodding, “Yes. They are.” Nick replied.
“Are they big? I mean getting bigger?”
“My dad is big. He is about 350 pounds of big belly. Chris, my little brother, is just starting to see some changes, but he is married and his wife understands what is happening…and she is ok with it.” Nick waited for my reaction.
I stared back at him. I didn’t know what to say or how to react. I felt like this had to be a dream but it all made sense…somehow, in some strange way.
“Franklin?” Nick jarred me back to the moment.
“So… what you are telling me is that you have gotten fat because of genetics. And, I, just got fat.”
“Does it matter how it happened or that you like the way it looks and how it feels?” Nick asked quietly.
I thought for a moment. “I love you. I… I just might need a little time for this to… soak in. Is there any other surprises about your past or your family?” I felt like I was in a daze.
“No. I think this is it. Well, except, I’ll have to introduce you to the elves now.” Nick smirked.
I looked up quickly in shock.
“I’m just kidding. No elves. No castle in the North Pole. No trips around the planet…unless you wanted to go on a cruise or something.” Nick grinned.
I smiled back. I did love him. “Do you have a Santa suit?” I asked with my own grin.
“Nope.” Nick answered then added “…not yet.”
“Maybe we should get you one” I said slyly.
Nick laughed loudly. “Would you like that?”
“Well, have you been a good boy?” Nick asked.
“I have.” Then I added “…we’d have to get the suit a few sizes bigger so that you can… grow into it.”
Nick puffed on his pipe and rubbed his round belly, chuckled and nodded in agreement.
After a week of conversations a little closer to normal and no “gotcha” on the story I decided to think about it as if it were all true exactly as Nick explained. Would I NOT want to be with him if it were actually true? I knew the answer was ‘no’. I could not stand to lose him. So my decision was made.
As we got closer to Christmas, my dick would stiffen at the thought of Nick growing an even fatter belly. “I realized that I loved watching him eat and enjoy life and his body and being good. Good all the way down to his toes.
I met Nick’s family over the Holidays. They were exactly as he had described and his parents were so welcoming and loving I felt like I had a new family instantly.
His brother, a bright red-headed handsome jock-type and button-cute wife were great and announced they were expecting their first child in the summer.
I got a chance to talk to Nick’s sister-in-law for a few minutes as Nick, sitting with his brother, explained the origins of the pipe he had given Chris for Christmas.
“Is Chris a pipe smoker too?” I asked. “Well, he is more and more fascinated with it. He tried a couple puffs off of Nicks, a while back and well… you know- its just a part of the tradition.” Candy, Chris’ wife said
“Yea…” she grinned a little. “That’s what I call it – the stuff with his family… the bloodline, and all of that. I didn’t know how to refer to it after I realized it was true, so I started calling it the ‘tradition’. Makes it easier, I think.”
“I think that may be a great term for it.” I thought allowed.
“I had hoped to put off the smoking for a few years but I knew it was coming… well, it’s a pipe, at least they smell nice. I should have known it wasn’t too far out when he started getting that paunch.” She smiled.
“Your bellies will be growing together over the next few months now.” I joked.
“I think you right about that. Nick fought it for a good while but I think Chris is looking forward to it.”
The time there ended too soon and I was sorry it was over. We had a lot of laughs, great food and shared making new memories.
We were back in our own bed by Christmas Eve when Nick asked me to move in with him. I was so happy.
Nick, now at 250ish, his belly round and like a mound in the bed, bearded, smoking his pipe, was never more handsome than he was at that moment. I had gotten a wish that I had wished for years and years ago.
“Your Dad is 350 pounds, right?” I asked rubbing Nick’s belly.
“Well, I bet he is over that a bit this time of year.” Nick said.
“Well…surely we could beat that.” I grinned as I rubbed his belly and we kissed passionately. “And now that I know who you are, I better get something big for Christmas this year Santa.” I said jokingly.
Nick reached down and rubbed my round belly and said “Oh, you will get something big. I can promise that.”