A Gift From My Father-In-Law 01

"This has been the best morning. I don't even need any Christmas presents tomorrow now." My husband said through a sleepy yawn. He grinned down me and kissed my forehead. His obsidian eyes twinkled, and his inky black hair was a mess from my fingers running through it.

Outside the window, heavy globs of snow slowly drifted through the soft morning air. We had spent the morning slowly and lazily making love. It was the perfect start to Christmas Eve. I beamed up at him, snuggling into him underneath the flannel sheets. The mattress was like a toasted marshmallow, with buttery soft blankets.

The cabin was perfection. Every detail designed by my mother in law was carefully curated. The holidays at my partner's family cabin were truly magical, and I looked forward to these days every year.

My husband began to roll out of bed, letting out a long and satisfied sigh. He gave me another one of his gorgeous grins, "This could be our last Christmas without kids, you know. I'm glad we're making the most of it."

I stiffened. The pressure of conceiving a baby suddenly brought an icy chill through me. We had been trying for a baby since our wedding night. I wanted kids so badly, but the repeated failures were taking a toll on me. His smile faltered when he sensed my sadness, and he looked at me with eyes full of empathy. "My love, I really think the endocrinologist is going to work for us."

Our new doctor couldn't even get us our first appointment until the spring because she was so overbooked. Even if her treatments immediately worked, a baby before next winter logistically didn't make sense... But I wasn't about to dampen his mood on Christmas Eve. I gave him a playful smile, shaking off my pessimism. "You should get back into bed then. We better keep trying."

Devilish delight flashed through his eyes, and he looked ready to pounce on me again. But then he instead let out a dramatic sigh, "I'm already so late though, my brothers are going to give me so much shit." He looked out the window at the frozen lake. In the distance, you could see the small hut where he'd spend the afternoon ice fishing.

He looked back at me to say, "And you should get going to meet my mom and the girls for brunch at the neighbors house, missy. They've all definitely already had a few cranberry mimosas by now. If you wait too much longer, it'll be an impossible game of catch-up."

I laughed and nodded, as I dragged myself out of the dreamy bed. "I'll head over there after a shower and coffee. You know how much I looove using your family's fancy espresso machine."

He gave me a big smooch on the cheek, and a light slap on the ass as I headed to the shower. I was greeted by the heated tile bathroom floors kissing my toes. He rushed through the rest of his morning routine, and headed out into the snowy tundra to fish.

I took my time showering, relishing the lavish conditioner as I combed it through my thick brown curls. After stepping out of the clouds of steam, I wrapped myself up in the plush robe his mom had embroidered with my initials. In the house full of sons, his mom loved to spoil me with girly luxuries. The robe felt like a warm hug that welcomed me back to the cabin.

I glided to the kitchen, eagerly anticipating my morning coffee. The coffee cubbord was freshly stocked with dark chocolate and peppermint syrup. I smiled to myself, knowing that they were bought especially for me. Peppermint mochas were my favorite.

"Good morning." Said a gruff voice. I jolted in surprised and whipped around, greeted by my father in law. "Sorry to spook you." He said, smiling.

"Oh. Um. Hi. I mean, good morning. Sorry. I thought you'd be fishing?" I stumbled over my words, embarrassed to still be in my robe and wet hair in front of him.

My husband and his father were almost like carbon copies. His father has the same charcoal black hair, but it sparkled with a galaxy of silvery greys. His midnight eyes were framed by the same thick black lashes, but also the wrinkles that deepened as he smiled at me. He was broader, larger, and more intense.

It felt so taboo to be helplessly attracted to my husband's dad. But anyone could see that they were both gorgeous. My bridesmaids even teased me about it at our wedding after they saw his dad for the first time. They said that even compared to my husband's hot brothers, it was his dad who was still the sexiest.

"Do you, um, want a peppermint mocha?" The words felt stupid as soon as they left my mouth. I'd only ever seen him drink black coffee.

"Yum. I'd love one. Thank you." He said nonchalantly, to my surprise. He settled into a chair across the huge kitchen island, the white marble countertop sparkled in the dim light.

I carefully crafted our coffees. I quietly watched the espresso shots melt the chocolate, and gently swirled it together with the peppermint syrup. I topped it off with steamed whole milk, and the foam was the perfect consistency to swirl into flourishes. It had been years since I worked as a barista, but I was pleased to see my latte artwork skills hadn't faded. I tried to conceal my slightly shaky hands, his eyes watching made me so nervous.

I placed the mug in front of him, and sat in the chair next to him. The chairs were close, our arms nearly brushing against each other.

We sat in silence. After his first sip of the coffee, he let out a gentle and rumbling, "mmm." My heart skipped a beat at the sound. I searched the folders of my brain for some small talk topic to break the quiet, but nothing felt right. So we settled into the stillness, watching the snow fall through the windows. Slowly my shoulders relaxed, and I eased into a feeling of peacefulness sitting next to him.

"I really love this place." I found myself saying, almost impulsively. I looked down at my coffee, and hadn't realized I had almost already finished it. How much time had passed?

"I can tell you love it here as much as we do." He answered, looking at me. His eyes lingering on me.

He spoke again, "We're thinking about renovating and expanding the cabin in the spring, though."

I blinked at him, surprised. The cabin already seemed so massive to me.

He continued, "We need to add more rooms, according to my wife. She's so excited for all the grand-babies being here in the future." He smiled, chuckling.

Of course. All four brothers were now either married or engaged, and they all wanted big families. When the oldest brother announced that his wife was pregnant months ago, the family was overjoyed. Everyone dreamed about a future full of kids. It was exciting to think about babies and children running around in this wonderful place. I desperately wished we would have a baby to grow up with their cousins here, too.

My shoulders tensed and I finally broke his stare. I grimaced as I looked down at my cup uncomfortably.

His eyebrows furrowed with concern, surprised by my strong reaction to his lighthearted comment. "Woah. Are you okay?"

I tried to rapidly blink the tears away from my eyes, my lip trembling. I felt a warm drop fall down my cheek anyway. Fuck. I hated that I was crying in front of him.

I felt his thumb brush the tear away from my cheek, gently. His skin was rough and warm. We sat in silence as my tears continued to fall.

"I just want to have a baby so bad." I sniffled, "I don't know if I can. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Shhhhh. It's okay." He placed his hand on my shoulder, gently comforting me, pulling me towards him. "Nothing is wrong with you." He cooed.

His hand gently rubbing my shoulder slowly eased the tension, and I wiped away my tears. His hand drifted, his fingers started softly tracing my collar bone. A wave of warmth surged through me. He broke the silence again, "I bet you're perfect." His soft voice felt like a purr in my ear. Another warm current slid through my body.

I looked up at him, my heart racing. His eyes felt like they were burning into my soul. I felt the air between our lips.

"Let me help." He whispered, barely audible. I felt like I could hear the snowflakes hit the ground. "How can I help?" He asked.

"I want you to help me." I answered in a breathless whisper.

"How?" He demanded, firmly. In a louder, direct tone.

A moment of silence. Was this really happening? My tongue felt thick, the words were jumbled in my mouth. "... however you can." I answered, my voice trembling.

I saw the muscles in his jaw clench, and he pulled away slightly. Shit. I sensed he wasn't satisfied with my answer, and he wasn't willing to risk something so obscene if I wasn't fully committed. I had one chance to convince him this was real.

"Please fuck me." I whimpered, surprised at how desperate I sounded.

The next second, before I could even blink, his hands quickly unfastened my robe and exposed my petite breasts and bare pussy. I gasped, and my hands responded by eagerly unbuttoning his pants, and tugging them down to reveal his hard thick cock. He grabbed me and swiftly flipped me over, bending me over the kitchen island. We moved so fast, as if we were racing before either of us could change our minds.

I felt him slide his thick cock inside my wet pussy. Filling me up completely. I let out a groan so loud and deep. I didn't even know I could make that sound.

"There she is." He chuckled in a gravelly voice. I felt my face flush and burn. The cold marble against my skin soothed my body that was radiating heat.

His fingers reached around my waist, finding my warm wet clit and massaging it in gentle circles as he steadily pumped his cock in and out of me.

I melted into him, whimpering in pleasure as I came so quickly. My tight hole pulsing as I orgasmed on his thick cock. He groaned and I felt him throb as we came simultaneously. His thick cum shooting deep inside of me.

Gasping, we quickly pulled away from each other and fixed our clothes. What the fuck just happened? I stared at him with wide, shocked eyes. Without saying anything, I rushed back to my room to splash water on my face. I tried to calm my frantic nerves, breathing shakily as I got dressed to meet the neighbors for brunch.

Stepping out into the winter air was like a cold shower. The brisk walk was refreshing, and it cleared my mind from spiraling. I'd never tell anyone, I decided.

My mother in law was indeed already tipsy when I arrived, and she cheered when she saw me walk through the door. I laughed as she immediately handed me a mimosa, and I took a huge gulp happily.

The whole family had a wonderful Christmas together. It was full of laughter, singing, drinking, and partying as it always was. I'd occasionally lock eyes with my father-in-law. He'd hold my gaze with confidence and the slightest smirk, as we shared an unspoken understanding that our secret was safe.

The following year, my husband and I returned to the cabin with our newborn baby boy, who already looked just like his dad.