The Surgeon's Baby

The Surgeon’s Baby

By Jamila Jasper

Copyright © 2016 Jamila Jasper Romance

BWWM Pregnancy Romance

An original 50,000+ word interracial romance novel about an African American medical student, Gabby and her husband, a white plastic surgeon named Brock.

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PART I

Brock Coates closed the hotel suite door behind him, double checking the lock. Finally, he would get to be alone with his gorgeous fiancée. Gabrielle DuPont sat on the bed, looking at him with bliss in her eyes. After a long day of wedding rehearsals and an even more stressful rehearsal dinner, he was eager to get to bed with his beautiful soon to be wife.

Gabrielle’s white shift dress was a gift from Brock’s sister. The organic cotton dress clung to Gabrielle’s curves, highlighting her voluptuous figure. She’d been training for months to lose a few pounds for the wedding and she felt lucky that the sister-in-law she’d never met had managed to get the perfect sized dress. Gabrielle’s umber colored skin glowed in the hotel room light.

Brock walked up to his wife, pushing long strands of her black hair out of her face and kissing her on the lips.

Today was exhausting, Brock said.

Gabrielle nodded. Her fiancé didn’t know the half of it. This was the first time Gabrielle had met her white fiancé’s family and the entire ordeal had been stressful.

I know. I called the visa office today; they say if we come in on Friday we should be able to sort the final immigration details out.

Thank you, Brock replied, kissing Gabrielle’s forehead.

Gabrielle’s hazel eyes gleamed in bright contrast to her dark skin.

Brock… Everything’s going to be fine right? Tomorrow we’re going to get married. You’ll be able to stay in the country and I’ll start med school in August.

Yes. And thank you Gabrielle, Brock replied.

Is it bad if I can’t wait for this to be over? I just want us to be together without all this… drama.

Brock chuckled, No. It’s not bad. I can’t wait either. Plus, we’re moving next week. What’s not to look forward to Mrs. Coates.

Gabrielle smiled. Brock was right. She had been eager for her wedding for weeks. Now that it was about to happen, Gabrielle mostly felt stressed.

When do you start at the hospital?

Brock shrugged, They want to make sure it’s legal for me to stay in the country first.

That’s bullshit. You graduated top of your class at Columbia. You’ve specialized in one of the most difficult fields. You’ve more than proven you deserve a position there.

I know. But they aren’t exactly dying to keep plastic surgeons in the country.

Gabrielle scoffed, Why because it’s not an important field? Some of your clients might be snobs but you’re not just in it for the money.

Tell that to immigration.

Well hopefully we won’t have to say anything to immigration. And after tomorrow, you’ll be one step closer to being an American.

Brock grinned, Or we could say screw all this and go back to the U.K.

Gabrielle glared at him, No we are not going back to the U.K.!

I’m teasing Gabby. I know you could never leave your family behind. This is our home.

Yes, it is, Gabrielle replied.

She pulled Brock close to her and kissed him on the lips. Gabby shuddered as she felt Brock’s lips press against hers.

Brock held Gabby’s hand, lifting her to her feet and kissing her on the lips.

Gabby… I love you, He said.

Hearing Brock’s British accent always drove Gabrielle crazy. Even if she hated to admit it, his accent was one of the most attractive things about her future husband.

I love you too Brock.

Kiss me, He whispered into her ear.

Gabrielle kissed his lips and then allowed her mouth to move to his cheek and then his neck. Brock closed his eyes and moaned.

You’re perfect… And soon, I’ll be able to give you everything you’ve always wanted Gabrielle.

Oh yeah? Well I think I’ll be able to give myself everything I want.

Brock grinned, I know. We’ll both be Dr. Coates, but I’ll still never stop spoiling you.

Gabrielle giggled and shuddered as Brock pressed his lips to her neck. Everything about his touch was tempting her. She wanted Brock far more than she’d ever wanted him before. He was about to be her husband anyways.

Gabrielle pulled away from Brock, determined not to be tempted by him.

Brock, do you think your parents liked me tonight?

Brock shrugged.

Not sure. I’ve never been able to get a read on them. Or Bronwyn for that matter.

Bronwyn was Brock’s twin sister and his only sibling. Meeting Bronwyn had been more stressful for Gabrielle than meeting her husband’s parents. She’d heard story after story about Brock’s sister. Meeting her, she found Bronwyn to be entirely different from what she’d heard.

Bronwyn was six feet tall — four inches shorter than her twin brother but still tall by any measurement. She was extremely thin and willowy with hair just as raven black as her brother’s. They even had the same facial structure, except Bronwyn’s angular face had more soft feminine contours than Brock’s. The main place they differed was their eyes.

Brock had intense olive green eyes, unlike anything that Gabrielle had ever seen before. Bronwyn on the other hand had regular dark brown eyes, far darker than Gabrielle’s even.

Gabrielle had expected Bronwyn to be crude, unfriendly and abusive just like Brock had said. Instead, she was reserved but friendly enough. She’d hugged Gabrielle had cooed at her gift fitting her form perfectly. They didn’t have much in common, but Gabrielle was glad that she’d made a good first impression on her fiancé’s twin sister. At the very least, Gabrielle didn’t expect any drama at their wedding. Brock on the other hand still wasn’t convinced.

I would be careful with Bron if I were you.

Well I don’t think she’ll cause any trouble tomorrow. Don’t worry okay?

Mm, Brock said, Maybe you’re right.

He pulled Gabrielle in for a kiss, diving his tongue deep down her throat.

With this kiss, Gabby felt powerless to stop Brock. They’d spent the entire day bustling around each other but not really spending any proper time together. Considering the fact that their wedding day was so soon, Gabby wished that they’d had time just to hold hands, nuzzle into each other’s arms and talk things through. The wedding definitely felt more like business than pleasure.

I love you, Gabby whispered.

I love you too, Mrs. Coates.

Gabby loved hearing Brock call her Mrs. Coates. She wasn’t married yet but she loved thinking of herself as Brock’s wife. Their meeting had been such a blessing to Gabby in so many ways.

She’d met Brock while she was still an undergraduate student at NYU. He was in his final year of specialization as a plastic surgeon and their connection had been instant. They’d made out all night long and Brock hadn’t left her apartment until early the next morning. Gabby was surprised when Brock had called her back — most guys who came back to her apartment and didn’t get sex ignored her thereafter.

Brock wasn’t like those men.

Gabby was instantly struck by his British charm, his politeness and the way he seemed to accept her more than any American guy ever had. Most American men were rude and abrupt. Brock had mastered British politeness to a science. He went the whole nine yards for Gabby from the moment they’d met. He’d even supported her pledge to save herself for marriage.

After a torrid three months together, real life started to catch up to their romance and they were faced with options. Gabby could move to the UK — which was out of the question since she intended to go to medical school — or they could try a long distance relationship. Gabby didn’t like either option.

Brock’s spontaneity caused him to present a third option to Gabby that would solve the pending problems that immigration would present to them: a diamond ring.

Gabby had always suspected that Brock came from money. He had been renting an apartment in Midtown Manhattan that seemed to surpass his budget. He had no undergraduate loans, no medical school loans or anything of the sort. When Gabby saw the ring that Brock had given her, her suspicions about his wealth were confirmed.

The ring he’d bought was close to $50,000 in value. The diamonds and sapphires on the ring were all as close to flawless as Gabrielle had ever seen. Everything that Gabrielle had ever dreamed of in an engagement ring was right in front of her. With her perfect, wealthy British boyfriend down on one knee before her, she couldn’t avoid saying yes.

Three months after that proposal and they were getting married. Gabrielle was still a virgin and as their wedding night approached, her temptation to break that vow was getting stronger and stronger.  

Our wedding night is tomorrow you know, Brock said.

I know…

Well let me kiss you… Let me show you how much I love you.

Gabby couldn’t resist Brock when he was like this — begging for her, pleading to pleasure her in his posh British accent.

She allowed Brock’s hand to reach behind her back. He held the zipper at the nape of her neck and then slowly slid it down her back, exposing her deep brown skin. The cool air of the hotel suite hit Gabby’s back. She gasped as Brock’s lips touched her neck again. He shimmied her out of her dress and ogled Gabrielle as she stood there in her underwear.

Gabrielle’s hair was natural, but relaxed since she couldn’t be bothered with detangling while applying to medical school. Her thick hair fell to the middle of her back and she always wore a middle part that accentuated her symmetrical facial features. Gabrielle’s body was by no means the skinny New York ideal. still, Brock thought she was perfect. Gabrielle had small but round breasts, a plump stomach and thick thighs with a sizable bum to match.

She stood before him with her lace black bra and lace black underwear and Brock thought he would go crazy. He’d been waiting months to touch Gabrielle and to make love to her. From the first night he’d met her, Brock had fallen in love with her. She had the brazen independence of American women with a little something special. Brock found British women to be cold and a bit frigid. Even if Gabrielle was far from loose, she was open with her emotions and gave Brock a sense of freedom. Everything about her was liberated.

Brock squeezed Gabrielle’s bum and pulled her close. He massaged her thick ass cheeks as he kissed her cheeks and neck. Gooseflesh broke out across Gabrielle’s skin and Brock could tell that her desire for him was rising. He pressed his nose to her neck and inhaled her scent. Something about the bizarre action awakened something primal within Gabrielle. She shivered and began kissing him back more passionately than ever. Brock let her go crazy, planting kisses all over his lips; he allowed her hands to reach down and unbutton his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular chest.

Brock was a fitness freak and it showed. He spent hours and hours sculpting his body in the gym and his body was better than most of the doctors on his rotation — something he was quite proud of. Brock’s skin was a cream color and his back was covered in freckles. His chest was chiseled like an underwear model and his legs were even stronger and more impressive than his upper body. Unlike most people Gabrielle had met, he could hoist her into the air without any resistance.

Brock reached behind Gabrielle and unhooked her bra.

Gabby shuddered in anticipation as she felt her bra fall to the ground. The air in the hotel room chilled her nipples almost instantly. The dark chocolate circles turned into hardened nubs. Brock kissed her again, pressing his rosy lips onto her neck. His hand reached down to one of her breasts and he held the small orb, lifting it closer to his mouth.

You’re so bloody beautiful Gabby, He whispered.

Gabby groaned in response as Brock’s next move was to wrap his lips entirely around her nipple. The heat from his mouth juxtaposed the room’s chill, driving Gabrielle wild. She knew what Brock was doing — he’d waited long enough and now, on the night before their wedding, he was doing his best to seduce her.

Gabrielle was tempted, but the deeper she got into Brock’s attempt at seduction, the more she furthered her resolve to wait one more day. It was the principle of the thing.

Gabrielle wasn’t saving herself for religious purposes — although she did grow up with a staunchly Christian Baptist mother who hailed straight from Portmore, Jamaica. Gabrielle had been saving herself because she wanted a love that would transcend sex. She wanted a love that could grow and glow for eternity. Gabrielle wanted her spirit to move, not just her body. She knew that Brock was that guy but a big part of being the right guy meant being able to wait until Gabrielle said she was ready.

Brock had moved his mouth to her other nipple and Gabrielle was stewing with arousal. Saying no to him would be harder and harder as he went on but Gabrielle possessed steely resolve.

Get on the bed, Brock growled.

Gabrielle obeyed him, climbing back onto their King sized bed with just a skimpy pair of black underwear.

Underwear, off, Brock commanded.

Gabrielle pulled off her underwear revealing a patch of trimmed hair and an aroused pair of plump pussy lips. Brock slipped a finger between her folds, careful not to penetrate her entrance. Brock had promised not to penetrate Gabrielle until she was ready. Tonight, he planned to make her ready. Their wedding day was approaching full speed ahead but Brock’s desire was reaching its crescendo far faster than that.

Brock positioned himself between Gabrielle’s legs and his face was inches away from her heaving wetness. Brock kissed Gabrielle’s pubic mound lightly. She thrust her hips up and he continued to ply her thighs and mound with kisses. He was so close to her entrance, but he kept teasing her with kisses and the light brush of his fingers.

Finally, Brock pulled open Gabby’s pussy lips and pressed his tongue between her folds. Gabby groaned loudly as Brock’s tongue came into contact with her sensitive clit. She gasped and grabbed onto his hair, pushing his head deeper between her thighs. Brock’s tongue flicked up and down her nub with broad strokes, causing Gabby to moan louder and louder.

Her toes curled as Brock allowed his tongue to roam the full length of her pussy.

Brock pushed his tongue deeper between Gabrielle’s folds. He slurped up her juices as she cried out and pressed her hips into the bed. Gabby knew what he was trying to do — he was trying to ply her and prepare her to let him inside her. She was certainly tempted.

Brock pulled his mouth away from Gabby’s entrance. She shuddered as he then began to kiss her thighs and the area around her pussy. He was teasing her again by bringing her close to orgasm and then taking it away, forcing her to bed.

Gabrielle tried to maneuver her body so that Brock would feel tempted again to press his lips to her pussy. Brock resisted, continuing to plaster Gabby with kisses. He slipped his finger between her lips, avoiding her entrance again and teasing her clit by circling around it. Gabby groaned again, desperate to climax.

Her fiancé returned his face to its position between her legs and began to nibble at her folds, diving his tongue between them to pleasure her again. This time, Gabby couldn’t hold back much longer. She needed to cum. She needed to feel that earth shattering orgasm — the one that let her know without a shadow of a doubt that Brock was the man of her dreams.

Gabby groaned and whimpered, Yes Brock! Yes Brock! Don’t stop!

Brock obeyed, lapping at her folds more furiously and encircling her clit with his tongue. He flicked over her nub with broad strokes and then suckled on her nub just hard enough to cause her to explode all over again. Gabby quivered in pleasure. Brock relieved her from the explosions of pleasure and lay by her side. Gabby shuddered as he kissed her neck again. Every inch of her skin was still sensitive.

You think we’re doing the right thing? Gabby asked.

Of course. Neither of us want me to go back to the UK.

Dakota thinks we’re getting married too quickly.

Dakota was Gabby’s younger sister — she lived in Miami and was quite liberal in sharing her opinions about what her sister was doing with her life. She absolutely didn’t approve of Gabby’s plans to hastily marry her new British boyfriend.

Brock kissed Gabby’s cheek, Dakota also strips for a living. I hardly think she’s an expert on romance.

Gabby sighed. Brock was right. There were still doubts in her mind, largely fueled by her sister’s premonitions of doom.

Brock, I love you so much.

And I love you too. Nothing is ever going to change that. Just because other people don’t understand, doesn’t mean we’re wrong.

Right.

He hadn’t done much to assuage her doubts. Gabby needed to hear more than the usual adage about their love being different. In a way, she wanted what she couldn’t have: proof that they would last forever.

After tomorrow, you won’t be worried about any of this. We’ll go on our honey moon and then we’ll move into our new apartment and life will be perfect…

Gabby rolled over and kissed her fiancé. If there was one thing Brock could do, it was assuage her fears about their future together. He was going to have a good career and so was she; he was desperate to take care of her.

Brock pushed Gabby back onto her back and positioned himself on top of her. He looked into Gabrielle’s hazel eyes; they looked brighter when contrasted against her dark skin.

You’re beautiful, you know that?

Gabrielle nodded. Brock kissed her forehead and neck and whispered into her ears, I want you so badly…

I know Brock. But we’re going to wait.

Brock sighed, I know. I know. It’s just so tempting to do otherwise.

He kissed her again. Gabrielle melted into the bed. Brock was right about the temptation to screw him being strong. Gabrielle wasn’t sure that she could actually resist her fiancé much longer. Gabrielle knew that all her friends were still shocked at how she’d managed to resist sleeping with him. Brock was the pinnacle of physical perfection, he had a charming foreign accent and he was flat out handsome. His dark hair paired with his green eyes made him especially sensual.

His career as a doctor didn’t detract from his sex appeal either.

Doctor Coates, perhaps I can distract you tonight with a little bit of… oral love? Gabrielle said with a playful twinkle in her eye.

She knew it made Brock rock hard to hear her refer to him as Dr. Coates. Brock rolled onto his back and eyed Gabrielle.

You could absolutely distract me tonight…

Gabrielle moved between his legs and slid his boxer briefs down around his thick, athletic butt. When Gabrielle saw her fiancé’s cock, her pussy twitched again. She was so looking forward to her wedding night. Of course, she’d found other ways to pleasure Brock besides using what was between her legs. Gabrielle wrapped her hand around Brock’s member and began to stroke him further to arousal.

Brock’s dick was eight inches long and thick. Gabrielle didn’t have much to compare it to but when she’d described how much Brock was packing during one of her girls’ nights, all of her friends seemed impressed. Brock really had it all…

As Gabrielle’s hand moved up and down Brock’s length, he gasped and they both watched his cock grow to arousal. Gabby began to pump his member harder and faster this time. Brock’s cock was pulsing with desire and Gabby moved on to what she really wanted to do.

She wrapped her lips around Brock’s dick head and began to suck on just the tip of his cock.

Oh shit! Brock grunted.

Gabby knew he’d been waiting all day for some relief from the stress of wedding planning. Gabby was more than happy to give it to him. She eased more of Brock’s dick into her mouth, full embracing the sensation of having her mouth stuffed to capacity with his throbbing hardness.

Gabby thrust his dick far down her throat, letting the tip touch the back of her throat. She gagged and slowly eased Brock’s dick out of her throat.  

Gabby thrust Brock’s dick back into her throat again. Brock groaned and thrust his hips up to meet her hot mouth. Gabby’s tongue slid around Brock’s cock each time she bobbed up and down his throat. She enjoyed the heat of Brock’s cock in her mouth and the way he was going crazy each time she deep throated him.

Gabby moved her hands down to Brock’s balls and began to massage the velvety sack as she pushed Brock’s dick down her throat. Gabby moved her mouth off his member, using her hand to stroke him up and down. Her lips traveled down his thighs all the way to his balls. She took each one of Brock’s balls into her mouth, rolling them around sensually and letting them get covered in spit.

Oh shit! Gabby… Oh God… Brock groaned.

Gabrielle moved her mouth back to her fiancé’s cock. Brock shuddered as her warm lips wrapped around the head of his cock again. Gabby sucked harder on the tip and she felt Brock’s dick stiffen in her mouth. He thrust his hips up again and Gabby began to suck him off more furiously. Brock groaned as he approached his own climax.

Gabby could always bring him to a finish quickly — no matter how stressed he’d been. Brock grunted and exploded in Gabby’s mouth. A thick jet of sperm landed in Gabby’s mouth and she swallowed every drop. Watching Brock lie there in the afterglow of his blowjob, Gabby wanted to be with him more than ever. Waiting until after the wedding would be harder than she thought.

Gabby lay on her back beside Brock again. Tomorrow, she would become Mrs. Brock Coates. Not only would she change her last name, but she’d be changing her entire life. When she had first become engaged to Brock, her younger sister Dakota had informed her that her entire life would be different. Now that she was married to a white man, she would be expected to navigate an entirely different world.

Gabrielle wondered how much of that warning was true and how much of it was unfair prejudice on the part of her sister. Brock’s family might not have had the traditions of her own family — she didn’t expect greens, sweet potatoes or macaroni pie at any family functions — but that didn’t mean their traditions were wrong either.

She took Dakota’s warning with a grain of salt but a comment her older sister made at the rehearsal dinner made her wonder if those concerns deserved more consideration. Her older sister Milan had warned her about marrying a man before you find out the skeletons in his closet. Admittedly, after six months, Gabrielle had no idea what Brock could be hiding. So far, there was nothing unusual. He was too busy being a doctor anyways to have any dirty little secrets.

Gabrielle nuzzled into her fiancé’s arms as her pre-wedding jitters pulled her further away from sleep. Whether or not she was anxious about the wedding, she felt safe next to Brock. That was one thing he was good for — making her feel safe.

What’s on your mind darling? Brock said.

Gabby would have been turned off if any other guy used the word darling, but in Brock’s accent it sounded more charming than corny.

I’m just thinking about my sisters… the wedding… the future.

You won’t bail on me, will you?

Gabrielle chuckled, No. I won’t bail on you. I’m in it for the long haul Dr. Coates.

Brock smiled. He couldn’t help smiling when he heard her say that. Tomorrow their lives would be different and he would be one step closer to getting his permanent residence in the United States, something he desperately needed to pursue his career goals. Brock wondered how he’d lucked out in meeting a woman who could actually see his vision and support his dreams of becoming one of the best plastic surgeons in the world.

Not to mention that Gabrielle was so much more than a pretty face and support. She was a brilliant scientist who had easily gained acceptance into every medical school she applied to. Gabby had dreams of her own and she wasn’t afraid to shoot down any sexist old world notions that Brock had about their relationship. They were a real team.

Something else Brock loved about Gabrielle was her ability to bring out the humanitarian in him. Sometimes Brock worried that in his pursuit of a career in surgery, he was compromising the very things that made him human. He had become methodical and logical to a fault, putting his emotions to the side in exchange for excellence. Gabrielle challenged him not to compromise who he was inside. And in the world of medicine, it was certainly a challenge.

Gabby, do you think we’ll have kids someday?

Gabby laughed, Why this all of a sudden?

She’d never discussed having children with Brock. It was the furthest thing from her mind actually. At twenty-five, Gabrielle’s biggest focus in life was medical school. Marriage had just happened but kids?

I have no idea if we’ll have kids Brock.

Brock continued, Well I would love children. We’d have the most adorable children… brown as a nut… curly hair… I want two boys.

Gabrielle felt her heart racing. Fitting two children into the timeline of her life plan felt nearly impossible.

Stop Brock…

What? Am I giving you cold feet now?

No… It’s just that thinking about kids is giving me a panic attack. I have enough on my mind.

Don’t worry, you’re right. There will be plenty of time for kids after med school.

Gabrielle