Making Babies With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance) by J A Fielding

Chapter 1
    The weather was beautifully warm when the Schmidts finally got back home. The trip from the airport was seemingly short especially since the two had decided to nap all the way home. It seemed the jet lag was a bit too hard on them.
    “ Ahem,” the driver said loudly when they got home. He looked at the couple in the rear view mirror and was not surprised to see that they were still asleep. “Ahem,” he said again, a bit louder this time.
    “ Oh, sorry. We’re just a bit exhausted from the flight, that’s all,” Mitchell said as he gently shook Natasha’s shoulder.
    “ It’s all right, Mr. Schmidt. I understand,” the driver said and got out.
    “ Tasha, we’re home. Wake up,” Mitchell said as Natasha’s eyelids fluttered open.
    “ Already?” she asked as she stretched. Mitchell smiled and opened the door on his side.
    “ I know. We can continue this little nap inside,” he said as they got out of the cab. The driver was walking towards the door carrying the last bag.
    Mitchell reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill when he walked back to the car.
    “ Keep the change,” he said as he handed the driver the money. The driver beamed.
    “ Thank you, sir. Very generous of you,” the driver said as he got back in the vehicle. They turned and slowly walked towards the door, both tired and exhausted from the flight.
    “ Wait,” Mitchell said as they approached the door. “I have to do this right,” he said. Natasha looked at him in wonder.
    “ Mitch, what the…whoa,” she said when he took her up in his arms. She looked up at him and smiled. “Oh, so this is what you meant,” she said as he carried her into the house.
    “ Men have been doing this since way before time began. So, welcome home, my wife,” he said before bringing his head down and kissing her. She pulled away and smiled, then looked around the house. She suddenly felt as if this was a different house. Things were not the way she remembered them. She could have sworn that walls had been moved and repainted, and the furniture she remembered was no longer there. In its place were new seats, black in color. There were multicolored throw pillows all over the living room…the same way she would have redecorated.
    “ Mitch…what happened to your house?” she asked as he placed her down. She walked towards the living room and noticed that his frat house table that had beer and tea stains was out and in its place was a black marble top dining table. The new paint and the low hanging chandelier gave the entire room a colonial feel.
    “ That was my house. I needed to turn this into our house,” Mitchell said as he walked over to her. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. “I made sure everything was made exactly how you would like it,” he added. She turned around and kissed him. “Wait, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, pulling away.
    “ Haven’t I seen enough?” she asked. He smiled and shook his head.
    “ Come on,” he said as he took his hand. “You have to see the bedrooms,” he said, leading her through the hallway.
    “ Bedrooms? How many do we have?” Natasha asked with a smile.
    “ Three,” he said. “The other two don’t really matter. The master is what you must see. After all, you’ll be spending a lot of time in here,” he said as he opened the door to their bedroom.
    “ What the…” her voice trailed off as she looked around. The bed she had come to know for so long as his had been replaced by a beautiful king size bed. The light brown carpeting was a perfect match to the drapes and wallpaper. She turned around and looked at him. “How did you orchestrate all these without my knowledge?” she asked smiling.
    “ I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. I made all the plans before we left and left the project in the able hands of your good friend Rita,” he said. Natasha giggled at the thought of remodeling the house being called a project. She walked