Not your typical baby mama

Amy hummed her baby's goodnight lullaby as she packed four containers in a lunch bag and a flask as well. She looked at the mess she had made whilst preparing the meals and sighed.

"Later", she told herself as she left the house. She did not have the time and energy to deal with dishes. Stella would disapprove of this. The woman always cleaned up after she used the kitchen then she would eat. Amy sighed at this fond memory. Stella had grown on her.

As she stepped out of her house, she felt nostalgic when she saw Stella's car up and running, waiting for her in the driveway. She didn't know when but she had gotten so used to the rides with the older woman and the ninety percent inappropriate conversation the woman always struck just to rile her up. Stella always enjoyed Amy's facial expressions whenever she brags about hers and Richard's bed adventures.

But now, she would have those car rides with, Ian. Stella had arranged for him to pick her up everyday. Amy felt her heart squeeze as she got into the car. Ian noticed the sadness on the woman as she set the lunch box at the back seat before clipping on her seatbelt.

"Good morning", he greeted.

"Morning", she replied quietly. Amy kept her eyes away from him so he won't see the tears that had welled up. She let out a breath and blinked them back.

Ian quietly pulled out of the driveway and got onto the road. The ride was silent and Amy was grateful for that because she simply was not in the mood. She leaned her head against the window and stared into space without noticing that Ian had missed the turn that leads to the library. They cruised through the green lights and for Amy, it felt like the ride was unending. It was only when the car finally came to a stop did she realize where she was.

"This is...." She sat up and looked at him in shock.

"I think you'll do much better over here than at the library", he said.

Even when she didn't think he did, he had noticed that she had been crying throughout the whole ride. Maybe because he had seen how his mother was when she was pregnant with Stacy, he knew that pregnant women always want to quench their desires. And Amy's desire, was to be with his grandmother. Indeed, she felt like her heart would burst from joy when she quickly pulled him into a hug. She sniffled before letting out a relieved laugh.

"Thank you Ian, so much", her voice was soft yet very close to cracking up into a sob.

"You're welcome", he responded.

His hands remained hanging unsure of whether holding her through the hug was a good idea. He could already feel the tent in his pants tighten just from inhaling her floral scent perfume or shampoo, he wasn't sure, and feeling her soft body press against his. It was akin to feeling soft cotton at the same time something fragile that needs to be handled with care.

,m W each passing second, his junior was getting hard and should he touch her, he could easily lose his restraint. To his relief, Amy broke the embrace and wiped away some stray tears as she looked at him.

"Are you sure you guys will be okay?" Her eyes sparkled with fresh tears.

Ian quickly looked away and casually rested an arm on his crotch area. He knew she couldn't see the lust in his eyes because of his bangs but he still evaded her gaze.

"Yes, now go."

He really needed her to leave. And Amy didn't disappoint.

"Okay", she said before she quickly took the lunch box and her handbag. She got out of the car and was sure to close the door.

"I'll see you later", Ian said before driving off. He didn't even give her a second to reply.

Amy: "..."

She watched the car disappear out of the hospital complex before going inside. Ian drove like he was on the run from something. Seeing that the roads were clear on his lane, he turned on the indicator and stopped on the road side. He quickly killed the engine and unhooked his seat belt.

His hands worked fast as he unbuckled his trouser belt before they undid the zipper. He lifted himself to pull down his trousers along with his boxers.

"Shit!" He hissed as he took hold of his shaft.

He had never been this hard and this much in pain at the same time. So he did what he could in that moment. Nevermind that it was his grandma's car but his one hand got to work while the other was placed on the steering wheel for his head to rest on.

People in cars from the other lanes watched curiosly as they drove off thinking the young man was a having a hard time, which turned out to be the case because his hands were not enough nor did his little friend calm down after his release on the tissues he had taken from the glove compartment. He took some more and cleaned himself up before making a call.

"Adrianne, it's Ian."

"Oh! Hey! I was just about to tell you that I'll be running late. Jared is coming down with a flu so I have to take the kids to school instead", she said.

Ian picked up on the scuttling sounds in the background. She sounded really busy. He mentally sighed in relief, "That's alright. I wanted to tell you that I went to drop off Emily at the hospital, she'll be spending the day with Grandma but I'll be running a little late because of traffic."

"That's okay. We'll see each other later", she said.

"Alright, bye", he said before she hurriedly hung up.

He relaxed in his seat before dialing another number.

"Where are you?" He asked in a gruff voice when the call was answered.

"Where are you?" Came Mona's seductive voice.

"Be at my place in ten", he said.

She chuckled, "See, you in five."