Case File 99

Case File Name:
A Good Or Bad Thing?

♤Chapter Ninety-Nine♤

I smiled as I brushed my teeth, turning to the side in the mirror.

A pink lace nightgown clung to my body.

Or more importantly my bump.

I finally have a small, but noticeable bump.

It's been a little over two months since our first ultrasound appointment and then finally buying a house together.

And I'm officially in the first week of my second trimester.

Today is also moving day after waiting weeks for finalized paperwork, final walk-throughs, and then also getting the new appliances in.

I'm mainly just excited to fill the nursery with all the things we had gotten.

Even if we don't know the gender yet.

We technically have to wait five more weeks to see the gender on a traditional ultrasound.

I spit out my toothpaste, patting my mouth dry before I grabbed the toothbrush I opened last night and threw it away.

All of our stuff is packed away—even our expensive toothbrushes that we parted with last night.

"It's moving day," I said happily, walking out of the bathroom to notice my wife taping the last box shut.

Our room was officially bare of anything—even the bed or the desk normally off in the corner.

Tazmin smiled as I approached her, "Hi mama," she said, leaning down to kiss my lips.

And then my stomach.

"Baby Moretti," she murmured to my stomach that she kissed one more time before leaning up to her full height.

My smile deepened, "You look good as always," I said, eyeing her baggy jeans and usual t-shirt.

Her blonde hair was secured up into a sleek bun and her bare face nearly glowed under the dim lights.

"And you look out of this fucking world as always," Tazmin said, kissing my lips again as she dropped the tape on the box.

But only to wrap her arms around me and pull me closer to her.

"You're so sweet," I murmured against her soft lips.

Tazmin only hummed in response, kissing my lips a few times in a row before placing a soft kiss on both of my cheeks.

"Let's get you dressed baby," she said, gently guiding us past the boxes toward the empty closet.

That had an outfit laid out that we picked out last night.

Tazmin didn't hesitate to begin helping me out of my nightgown, sliding the comfortable black leggings up my legs before helping me with the black zip-up jacket and matching sports bra underneath.

She also secured my dark hair back for me, gently pulling a few strands loose to frame my face.

Lastly, she laced a pair of comfortable Nike shoes on my feet one at a time and stood to her full height—kissing me briefly as she ran her hands over my stomach.

"You're so cute mama," she murmured, pulling back to eye my body outlined in black.

Specifically, my bump which felt more emphasized in the simple outfit.

I smiled shyly, "You think?" I whispered, glancing down to my stomach, "Baby Moretti is really growing now."

My wife hummed, "Growing so perfectly," she determined, running her hands past my waist to hold me closer, "Pregnancy looks so good on you."

My face burned with a soft blush, "Thank you," I murmured, naturally leaning down to her neck and hiding my face.

"No, thank you for carrying our child," Tazmin countered, gently running her hands up my back, "You both are such a blessing baby."

I hummed wordlessly, "You're making me feel shy," I mumbled softly, nuzzling in even closer to her.

I swear the way Tazmin says anything could make anyone blush.

But when it comes to compliments, her tone of voice, and the way she touches you—it would have any fucking woman unable to properly string words together.

And even after two years of knowing her, I still haven't grown accustomed to it.

"But you're so cute when you're shy, mama," Tazmin whispered in my ear, running her hands up and down my back.

I dramatically groaned, "And the name—I swear it does things to me that I can't even describe Tazmin," I forced out, pulling back from her as I tried to get a grip on my sanity.

My wife's lips twitched up as she eyed my face so openly, "Do you want me to touch you, baby?" she asked, reaching for the waistband of my leggings.

I shook my head almost wordlessly, "We have to move, and I don't want us to get behin—"

"Yes or no Milena," Tazmin said, her dark eyes staring down so precisely into mine.

So much so that it made my body burn.

Especially between my legs.

"Yes," I forced out in a whisper, glancing down to her hand that slowly slipped past my leggings.

While her other hand gently grabbed one of my hips, guiding me back against the nearest wall

I let out a long deep breath, relaxing against her touch that gently caressed up my folds slowly growing wetter for her.

"You always feel so good," Tazmin said, her voice so low and raspy as she caressed against me so perfectly.

I hummed breathlessly, running my hands up her arms as she began rubbing my aching clit.

Which naturally made my hips arch into her, "Tazmin," I moaned out, digging my nails into her arms as she quickened her pace.

"Talk to me mama," she whispered so fucking attractively in my ear.

It made a whine bubble in my throat, "Faster baby," I forced out, tugging her closer to me.

And Tazmin naturally sped up her pace, giving me exactly what I wanted as she held me in place to take it all.

Each motion she made against me held so much intention. 

It made me feel warmer and warmer, especially with her quick pace against my sensitive clit. 

I swear I could barely last minutes before I was a mess under her. 

"You're there—I feel it baby," Tazmin murmured to me as my body grew tighter and my legs naturally widened more for her touch.

And then there was the overwhelming wetness.

How aroused I was from her touch.

Until I finally tipped past my peak and fell into my orgasm.

A soft and warm orgasm that made my eyes flutter closed.

My chest rose and fell with each breath, burying my face into Tazmin's chest as I rode my orgasm out.

Until my body relaxed against her and Tazmin slowly pulled away from me and slid her hand out of my leggings.

"Better baby?" Tazmin asked me, wrapping her lips around her fingers with me naturally watching her sucking them clean.

"Much better," I whispered, tilting my head back when she leaned down to kiss my lips.

My wife hummed against my lips, "Let's get moved into our house then beautiful," she murmured, pulling back slightly.

I nodded happily, "Let's go," I said, allowing her to guide us out of the empty closet.

And while this house held so much of the beginning of us—I knew this next house would hold the solidified version.

We would be the Moretti's at this house.

♤

"Milena," I heard Tazmin say from behind me, "I'm serious, we got this—you just sit down."

I let out a deep sigh, "But there's so much more I want to do," I said, glancing around the nursery.

I had already hung some of the ultrasound pictures that we had framed.

I also unpacked the books and put them into a cute wicker basket.

The clothes were also unpacked and ready to be hung or folded in the closet.

And then the toys need organizing, but they're also unpacked too.

"You've done so much—too fucking much actually," Tazmin said, eyeing my stomach before she reached out to gently rub it, "Just chill baby, we'll handle the rest."

I frowned as I glanced around the messy room, "I know but I just..." I trailed off, glancing down when I felt my heavy emotions bubble to the surface, "I really want to help—I want to be a part of all this."

Tazmin gently grabbed my chin, guiding my head back up and aligning my eyes with hers, "You are a part of this Mil—you're carrying the most incredible blessing of our lives," she whispered, gently wiping under my damp eyes, "Just take it easy for me—take it easy for us," she emphasized, reaching her other hand down to caress my stomach.

"I have done a lot," I whispered shyly, staring into Tazmin's dark eyes.

"You have, baby—even when we were packing everything from our old house," Tazmin didn't hesitate to agree with me, "I'm sure baby Moretti would like the rest, and I already have the couch ready for you in the living room."

I nodded almost reluctantly, sighing through my nose as I briefly glanced over to the dresser.

Where older ultrasound pictures sat.

"It's insane how much our baby has grown," I whispered, eyeing the older pictures.

"And how does that make you feel?" Tazmin asked me, her tone so soft and patient with me.

I shrugged even if tears burned in my eyes, "It just all feels like it's going too fast you know?" I forced out, quickly wiping my tears with the back of my hands, "Like I want to meet our baby, but I also don't want this to end because then it'll all go by even faster and then suddenly our baby won't be a baby anymore and—"

"Mil," Tazmin whispered as soon as I broke down, pulling me into her arms as I nuzzled my face into her chest.

Which only made my tears fall even quicker, unable to control how insanely upset I felt.

"We'll do it all together—no matter how fast time goes by," Tazmin assured me, gently caressing my back, "You just let me know what you need from me to help slow it down for you."

I nodded, sniffling a few times as I drew in a deeper breath, "Just be here with me—promise you'll always be here?" I forced out.

"Of course, I'll always be here with you," Tazmin said as if I were insane to think otherwise.

I let out a long deep sigh, "And you'll keep making me hot wings?" I whispered.

"I packed some from last night, baby," Tazmin didn't hesitate to tell me.

Which immediately made my excitement grow.

"Really?" I asked, suddenly pulling back from her chest as I quickly wiped my tears.

Tazmin smiled, glancing down to my lips that twitched up in excitement, "I'll heat it up for you now," she offered, which easily made my smile grow wider.

"You're the best ever," I said as she leaned down to briefly kiss my lips, "I love you."

Tazmin gently drew me in closer, "I love you too baby," she whispered against my lips, slowly pulling away to guide us out of the nursery.

And as soon as we were out in the main living area, Tazmin made sure I was comfortably seated on the couch while she heated up some leftover hot wings and mac and cheese which I weirdly wanted barbecue sauce on top of.

Tazmin also made sure I had my necessary sides of ranch before she headed off to check on everything.

There was a lot going on—beds were being built, furniture was being carried in, and then there were the boxes.

I felt guilty for relaxing on the couch in the middle of it all.

But Tazmin reassured me every time she passed through the living room, making sure I knew it was okay to rest.

She also showered me and my stomach with kisses.

And eventually, it grew time for the movers and our interior designer to leave, which left us with only boxes to unpack.

Otherwise, the furniture we picked out was set up and everything looked just as I imagined it.

The twins and Marie even stopped by to help us with unpacking—which left us only with a few boxes of our clothes and some stuff for the bathroom.

But otherwise, everything for the nursery so far is unpacked.

And the main living room is completely set up—even the flat-screen TV and all our streaming services.

But we were too busy to sit out in the living room, considering we were getting settled in our new bed, which luckily was the same mattress with a new frame.

Tazmin had also prepared freshly cleaned bedding earlier in the day so we were good tonight.

And even if she got mad at me for it, I also helped make the bed before we decided to call it a night.

At least until a sharp pain woke me from my sleep. 

I furrowed my brows, stirring from my sleep as I unconsciously reached for my stomach.

Which felt tight—my lower stomach felt so fucking tight.

I drew in a deep breath, opening my heavy eyes as I tried to rub away the sudden pain.

But I swear it only got worse.

"What's going on?" Tazmin suddenly said, feeling me pull out of her arms.

Which automatically made her sit up, rubbing her tired eyes as she turned the lamp on.

"I'm sorry," I forced out, feeling tears burn in my eyes, "I did too much today, you were right and I'm sorry," I whispered so brokenly, hoping that this pain would go away.

And that our baby is healthy and okay.

This is all my fault.

"Milena, what's going on?" Tazmin asked me again, sliding out of bed as she watched me rub my stomach tight with pain.

I shook my head, "It hurts, I don't know what I did, I swear I'm so sorry—"

"Come on, we're going to the hospital," Tazmin cut me short, now grabbing my slippers to slide on my feet before she grabbed her own to put on.

And luckily I was already wearing Tazmin's baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants so we could leave for the hospital immediately.

I swear we were in the car in under three minutes, driving out of the garage as quickly as possible. 

"No-no-no," I whispered, feeling the pain suddenly go away.

Is that a good or bad thing?

"What is it? What's going on?" Tazmin asked me as she remained focused on the road, driving us to the nearest hospital.

Which was luckily only a little over ten minutes away.

"The pain in my stomach went away—I can't tell if that's good or bad," I forced out, wiping more of my tears away, "Is our baby okay?"

Tazmin immediately nodded, "Our baby's okay—they have to be," she said, the last part mostly to herself.

I shook my head, "I'm really sorry Tazmin, this is all my fault and—"

"None of this was your fault," Tazmin cut me short before I could fully apologize, "You just wanted to help and... it's not your fault, Milena."

I only buried my face in my hands, crying even harder, "It really feels like my fault," I forced out, sucking in a deeper breath as Tazmin caressed my leg to help calm me down.

It was all a blur—how she insisted that none of this was my doing, the bright hospital we finally rushed into, and then talking to the different nurses.

Until finally, I was lying silently in one of the hospital beds.

They had done a quick check-up to ensure I was okay overall, and then they took a few different tests so they could check on the baby.

"I really am sorry," I whispered, avoiding Tazmin's dark eyes as I played with my hands in my lap.

Until she gently laid her hands over mine, "None of this is your fault baby," she assured me yet again.

But I swear all I could say is I'm sorry.

Because if something is wrong with our baby then it would definitely be my fault.

"Milena," Tazmin whispered, gently squeezing one of my hands, "No matter what happens here tonight everything will be okay—we'll be okay."

I nodded a few times, even if tears burned in my eyes—unable to string proper words together.

Especially when I noticed one of the doors to our hospital room open and our doctor walked in.

Which naturally made me hold Tazmin's hand tighter in mine—glancing down at the clipboard he held in his hand.

"Is everything okay?" I asked before I could possibly be patient and wait for his answer.

And as soon as the doctor nodded, I let out a deep burdening sigh.

Thank God. 

The doctor walked closer to us, "Everything is perfectly healthy with you and the baby—today was just a little hard on him," he explained, reading over the clipboard, "I see you specified you were moving today, which could've involved a lot of physical labor and stress so—"

"Wait, did you say him?" I suddenly cut him short, glancing over to Tazmin whose dark eyes had grown slightly wide.

The doctor pursed his lips, glancing between us for a moment, "I realize you guys didn't know that, I apologize, the blood test just—"

"No-no don't apologize I just..." I trailed off, shaking my head as a smile slowly grew on my face, "We're having a boy?"

Tazmin's lips tilted up as she glanced down at my stomach, "We're having a boy," she whispered, smiling even wider as she processed the news with me.

"I'm going to give you both some privacy to process this news—but you're cleared to go home, just please remember to take it easy Mrs. Moretti," the doctor said, earning a few nods from us.

Even if we were busy soaking in the gender of our baby.

I couldn't believe we were having a boy.

"Tazmin," I whispered as I laid up from the bed with help from my wife, "It's a he... we're actually having a boy."

Tazmin's smile only grew as she helped me to my feet—and pulled me into a hug, holding me so perfectly in her arms.

"And he's okay," Tazmin whispered, nuzzling into my neck as I ran my arms around her waist.

"He is," I sighed contently, relaxing in her arms. 

Tazmin pressed a gentle kiss to my neck, "Let's go home baby," she murmured, immediately earning a few nods from me. 

And as we pulled back from the hug, I smiled happily—resting my hand in hers and the other on my stomach as we made our way out of the hospital. 

The car ride home was a complete contrast to the one we had endured on our way to the hospital. 

This one was calm, relaxed—and most importantly, relieved. 

It felt like I could finally breathe again. 

"So I was thinking," Tazmin suddenly spoke as we walked into our house. 

I turned to her, immediately tilting my head at her sudden silence. 

"What is it, baby?" I asked her, eyeing her face so openly for more to go off of. 

Tazmin pursed her lips, "I was just... I had this name idea if we had a boy," she admitted, suddenly taking a step closer to me before she said—

"Tahir Moretti."

I blinked a few times, inevitably drawing in a visibly deep breath at the familiar name. 

The shortened version of my ummi's name, which was Tahira. 

"I thought it would be fitting to name him after your mother, but if you don't like it and you want to do a different—" 

"It's perfect—I love it so much, Tazmin," I whispered, immediately pulling her into a hug as tears burned in my eyes, "And you guys would match with the first letters." 

My wife laughed slightly, "We would, wouldn't we?" she said, running her hands up my back. 

I smiled, "It's perfect—he's perfect," I emphasized, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. 

"He's our perfect," Tazmin whispered, deepening our hug even further. 

Which is how we remained for a few more moments. 

Until we naturally pulled away and got ready for bed again. 

And I swear I've never slept so good—especially knowing that everything was okay. 

We're all okay, especially our baby.