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My Swede (Sweet) Giant Ch. 01

By: DarkBlush



So, I wanted to put this story up in one piece but it ran long and I got tired of writing. *shrug* Second part coming soon. Hope you like it.

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Life's a bitch, ain't it? Here I was, 25 and practically homeless with a three month old. I used to have it all together. I was in college at my lovely Alabama State, about to start my clinicals when I met a man. Isn't that how it usually goes? A man sweeps in and ruins everything.

John was a guy I met in med school. He was going to graduate and convinced me that my life started with him. I was dumb enough to believe him and earned a good disowning from my family when I left with him for the north. You should really listen to the people that love you, especially when it's about someone you think you love.

He convinced me not to go back to school and that he would take care of me. Of course, he didn't marry me because "it's only a ring and you know how I feel about you" was his mantra. Alas, I was blinded by love and my eyes weren't opened until there was a blue line on a white stick.

He seemed excited at first, really excited and I believed him. John was Super Dad the whole way through the pregnancy until I gave birth to Morgan. He then grew distant more and more until one day I came home to an empty house and a letter that said he signed over all parental rights (see: responsibility) and wished me the best of luck. I was left with my student loans, the apartment I couldn't afford, no income, dwindling savings, and a little girl who had no one in the world but me.

I didn't know what to do. I put my forehead to the cool kitchen table and sighed. I couldn't cry anymore. No, something else had to be done. I couldn't leave my daughter at home so I took her to interviews with me. Forewarning, it's not exactly what employers were looking for. I'd sent my lackluster resume to every place I could. I think I even applied at a dog washer and got turned down. My parents still weren't returning my call and I was at the end of my rope until my cell phone rang.

The voice on the other line was strangely accented. "Is this Cordelia Sanders?"

"This is she. Who is this?" I sat up in the kitchen chair.

"This is Sven Aas. You applied for the housekeeper position. When can you start?"

My face flushed with excitement. I never thought I'd get the position. It was too good to be true, a housekeeper for a professor with really good pay. I expected having to live with a bespectacled pot bellied man who'd make nothing but Dad and "I'm too smart for you" jokes but it was a dream job. "I-uh, immediately. This is the live in position is that correct?"

"Yes it is? Can you begin today?"

"Mr. Aas, I have to tell you, I have a daughter. She would be living with me." I said a silent prayer of hope.

"How old is she?"

"Three months."

"Oh good. Yes, there is room for her. That is fine. Should I send a truck for your things now? How quickly can you be packed?"

I was shocked by how eager he was for a housekeeper. I looked around the apartment. Morgan and I had been living out of boxes and suitcases because I never knew when the day would arrive that the landlord's grace would come to an end. "I'm packed."

"Underbart! Let's get you here as soon as possible, my flight is tonight."

We ended the call and I prayed that I was making the right decision. I gathered up Morgan and rocked with her as we waited for the movers. The men who came were from a high end company; they were quick and courteous and did their best not to disturb my baby. I looked around the empty apartment one last time before taking the keys and turning them in to the landlord. He took my promise of the back rent because he knew I was honest but I left a diamond necklace from my first cotillion as collateral anyway. I thanked him for everything before heading to my car.

I buckled my daughter in the back seat of and drove out to the address that Sven sent in a text. It was a gorgeous two story brick house in a nice neighborhood with tree lined streets that would turn beautiful colors as fall arrived. Some blonde giant was in the front yard guiding the movers. I parked in front of the house and moved around to unbuckle and unlock Morgan.

The giant spun in our direction. "Oh hi Cordelia! I'm glad you made it safely!"

I was taken aback. He was huge and handsome. Something like if Thor, a super model, and a lumberjack had a sanctified threesome, Sven would be the result. I looked up at him as I walked closer, Morgan's carrier seat handle gripped in both hands. "Hello Mr. Aas."

"Sven is fine! Is this your gorgeous little girl? Hello, little lady." He squatted down and made faces until my daughter stretched and giggled in her seat.

I couldn't help but smile myself. He radiated a goofy happiness about him that was unbearably infectious. "It's a pleasure to meet you Sven. Yes , this is my Morgan."

He stood and smiled. "Pretty name, pretty girl, pretty Mommy. Here you are." He handed me a set of keys and a garage opener. "I'll be at the conference for two weeks, so you'll have some space and time to settle in."

I took it all in, still a little shocked by his sudden openness. "A-Alright." 

"Good! Your first check is on kitchen table as well as a little extra for groceries and something nice for little Morgan. Bye little ladies!" He waved to us before heading for an SUV and taking off down the road. I stared after him before walking into the house. It was beautiful and had a sporadic neatness to it. There were little, well maintained messes here and there but overall the house felt clean and inviting. 

I walked into the kitchen. It was spotless and stainless steel and I got the feeling that Sven was not a big cook. On the table was a check for $5000. It seemed unreal, it all seemed unreal. It was like I was in a waking dream. 

The movers were working upstairs so I went back into the living room and sat Morgan's carrier next to the sofa. I unbuckled her and snuggled her into my arms, sitting down so I was out of the way. She cooed softly and tugged at one of my braids. The men finally came down after a half hour.

"We've set up both your bed and all of the nursery equipment. Mr. Aas already tipped us, so is there anything else you need moved before we leave?"

"No, that's it. Thank you so much gentlemen. Have a wonderful night."

"You do the same." They all smiled and a few waved to Morgan who giggled again. I was blessed with a happy baby.

I locked the door behind them before heading upstairs to examine the rooms. They'd left the lights on and I was forever grateful as we were down the hall as I didn't want to roll into Sven's room, even if he wasn't there. My room was first. 

The high ceilings made my king bed and dresser look diminutive is comparison. The walls were still white and the carpet was thick and plush. Boxes were stacked neatly against a wall and a huge window dominated one side of the room. There were two doors other than the one I came through. One went to a walk-in closet and the other went to a big beautiful bathroom with two sinks, a standing shower and a garden tub. The bathroom had a big closet for towels and soaps and then another door that connected it to the nursery. 

The nursery was as big as my room and the men had taken care to put together all of Morgan's furniture and even put one of her stuffed animals onto the crib's mattress. I cuddled her and moved to sit in the pink rocking chair next to her mermaid lamp.

"I think we're going to like it here." I cooed as I kissed her forehead.

The next day, I deposited the check and it cleared without any problem. It took most of it to pay back my landlord and get my bills together but there was more than enough left for food since I was still breast feeding. Morgan and I got to live like queens for the first time since she was born.

The days seemed to pass by like a dream. I checked the mail, cleaned the house, cooked, and spent the rest of my time with Morgan. I didn't notice how much time had passed until Sven came through the door. I stared at him like a dear in the headlights in a short thin cotton dress.

"Hi Cordelia!" He didn't seem to mind at all.

"Hello Sven, how was the conference?"

"Underbart! I got you this..." He set a snapback with the conference's logo on my head and then held up a teddy bear in a matching shirt. "And this is for tiny Morgan. Is she sleeping?"

"Thank you." I was genuinely happy, he didn't have to get anything for us but he did. "Yes but she'll love it. Are you hungry?" 

"I am." He grinned, setting down his bags.

I nodded and made him a big plate of the spaghetti that I had just made. I set it down on the kitchen table with a saucer of garlic bread I'd made from scratch. Sven thanked me but paused his fork. "Eat with me?"

"Sure!" I smiled and joined him at the table with my own plate and garlic bread and we ate happily as I listened to him talk about the conference and his work.

And so it went with Sven and I. I would take care of the house and when he came home, I would hear about his classes and he would ask about my day. He overpaid me and though I would try to refuse, he insisted that his extra was a gift for Morgan. She was always being spoiled by him with attention. He would buy teaching tools and videos and just sit on the floor with her going over them. I would have to break it up to take her off to breastfeed but after a while, we just got so comfortable that I could sit on the sofa and we'd talk as she suckled away. After she was done eating, she'd either take a nap or go right back to her lessons. There was a weird sort of energy between us that just seemed to work. 

As time went on, comfort settled in over everything. One Saturday I came in for Sven's laundry while he was still in bed. He always slept in on the weekend so he grumbled at my intrusion. 

"Sorry... Sorry... I'll be in and out in five minutes. " I tried to tip toe through the room to his closet but he grumbled something in Swedish and lifted up his cover in invitation. "What?"

"It's too cold, where is your sweater? Come here." He mumbled half asleep. It was a surprisingly cold fall and the house was indeed chilly. Morgan was sleeping in her Flannel pajamas and a hat and here I was still doing housework in cotton dresses.

I raised an eyebrow but he began to fuss in Swedish so I just climbed in under the covers only to be bombarded by his big strong arms. "You are like ice. Your southern blood is too thin to pretend you're like me." He chuckled and snuggled me closer. 

Try as I might to fight it, I felt myself drifting off under that big embrace. The next thing I knew, I was fast asleep against Sven's chest. He slept only in his boxers and something thick and semi hard was snuggled against my thigh as we nodded off with only a thin cotton layer between us.

Our legs intertwined as I slept deeply and my head snuggled under his chin. I woke up with his member rock hard and throbbing against me but from what I could tell, Sven was still knocked out. I wriggled from his hold and got the laundry from the closet. With a final thought, I slipped on one of his big sweaters before going to check on Morgan. 

I knew I had to get out of there fast. There was a strong need in me. I hadn't had sex since about half way through my pregnancy and here was my gorgeous boss, unconscious with a lovely thick cock. The last thing I needed was to get charged with sexual assault for trying to take advantage of him.

My little angel was still asleep so I left her to start laundry and breakfast. Sven came down as I was flipping pancakes and stole a piece of bacon off the plate. He didn't mention the state he woke up in, only smiling and happy in his own goofy way. "I'm glad you have a sweater."

"Thanks, I hope you don't mind that I borrowed it." I smiled and put the fresh pancakes on a plate for him with more bacon.

"Not at all. Feel free." He waited until I had a plate too and sat with him before he started to eat.

I bought a vibrator that evening and made sure to get express delivery. Throughout the day, I found myself burying my nose in the sweater to get Sven's scent and getting wetter all the while. I considered the purchase was an investment in my sanity and my livelihood.

Sven didn't help at all. He always seemed so close and doting. It wasn't until I was constantly under the pressure of pinning him that I noticed how much care he put in treating us. He was always bringing home little knickknacks and treats and he always seemed so focused and happy to be home when he came in from teaching.

It was like living with a giant adorable teddy bear. He was teeming with childish excitement at the approach of winter. I thought it was probably because it reminded him of home until I remembered that professors get winter break as well. He was excited to spend more time with us.

One week, however, Sven didn't seem his usual self. He seemed frustrated and was even short with me at dinner one evening. Of course, he immediately turned around and begged for forgiveness. I finally just stopped him and gently gripped his sleeves.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"There's a girl."

"A girl?" My heart sank and I hated it for it. He was my boss, not my boyfriend. I shouldn't get sad if he dated. "A girl you like?"

"No." He grumbled. "She is a student. The girls flirt, they always flirt, but she takes it too far and doesn't know when to stop. She's leaving me notes and trying to come to my office after hours. I'm trying not to hurt her feelings."

I stared at him. Sven couldn't be a real person. I wanted to poke his cheeks and see if it was all solid. Professors didn't pass up easy students. On top of that, Sven wasn't even married. I sighed and hugged him. He was so solid and strong under my hug. I grunted happily as he gripped me to him. His hold was a little tight but I wasn't complaining. I stroked his back comfortingly.

"How about Morgan and I visit you? I mean... I know we're not... but you could say we are." I looked up at him then squeaked as my feet left the floor as he scooped me up.

"That would be great! Tomorrow?" He hummed a little song as he spun around with me and I knew I would have to buy new batteries with how much I was going to buzz away that night.

"Sure! Tomorrow is fine."

"Underbart!" He kissed my temple and set me down before going to see my daughter in her high chair. "Morgan! You're going to visit me at University tomorrow!" He tickled her cheeks until she giggled.

The next morning, my legs were like jello from an unsatisfied night with my vibe. I'd tried every position I could think of but every orgasm was lackluster. I was tingling with desire and hungry for proper pleasure but I buried it as much as I could to do a favor for the kindest man I'd ever been employed by.

I got dressed: black ankle boots, black thigh high socks, a dark grey wool swing skirt that revealed some thigh as I walked, and a rust colored v-neck sweater that showed plenty of cleavage. I put on my cotillion necklace that dropped at the perfect height so that my breasts were the center of attention. I twisted my braids up but left a few out at the front to frame my face. 

Spinning around in front of the mirror, I realized I still loved my body even if it was still in post-baby mode. Long legs with thick thighs, smaller but still ample breasts, ass for days, and all in a lovely chocolate colored package, I couldn't complain. I could only hope that this was enough of a message to the girl.

I dressed and fed Morgan before heading out to the campus. It was slightly unnerving. Walking around the buildings brought back regrets of what I didn't finish but the sounds of Morgan's cooing softened the blow. I reached down to tap her nose before entering a building.

The security was pretty lax and there seemed to be a carefree attitude. I still got stares but that was guaranteed with what I was wearing. I finally found his class: Honors Intro to Ecology. It was almost to the end and he must have been making jokes because the entire class was laughing. I peered through the window of door to see him at the front. He was in dark jeans, a sapphire blue button down shirt and a black blazer. The combo made his pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes pop. No wonder he was having a girl crisis.

One of the students noticed me and gestured to the door. I smiled at the young man in thanks then looked up at Sven when he opened the door. He seemed taken aback and stared at me for a few minutes.

"Too much?" I was a bit nervous. This was the first time I'd dolled up for anyone since John.

"Not at all." His voice had an edge of roughness I hadn't heard before. He kissed my temple and grabbed the handle of Morgan's carrier seat before holding the door open for me. "I'm almost done."

I walked in and heard a few catcalls from some of the students but those were shut down quick by a glare from Sven. It was the first time I'd ever seen him glare. He set Morgan on his desk but she was already reaching for him and starting to fuss.

"Professor Aas, is this your family?" One of the students called out.

"Ja, this is Cordelia..." I did a little hand wave and a sweet smile to the students as he unbuckled the carrier and scooped up the little bundle within. "And this is little Morgan." He cuddled her to him but turned so that they could see her face. She turned into his chest to hide from the bright lights of the classroom.

There were a few 'Aww's from students as he rocked with her. "How old is she?"

"5 months." He grinned in proud papa mode but it didn't seem disingenuous in the least. Morgan had stayed a tawny brown like her father and clung to Sven like he was the only thing that mattered. I knew the truth but it honestly looked like he was holding his own daughter, his daughter with me.

I noticed one girl glaring at me and Sven at the front of the room as the students peppered him with questions about us. She was busty young red head with thick hair that had been done in loose voluminous curls. I could feel the hate radiating off of her and took a step closer to Sven. This girl was bad business.

Sven held up a hand and chuckled. "Alright, you have met my family. Go home, enjoy your weekend. Do your homework."

Of course there was one smartass. "Well which do you want? Should we enjoy our weekend or do our homework?" The class erupted into laughter.

I had to interrupt. "Do your homework tonight so you can enjoy your weekend."

"Smart and hot! You've got great taste, Professor!"

I rolled my eyes and Sven did a dismissive hand wave. "Thanks, now out, out with you all." 

The class slowly began to file out. Some of the girls came closer to see Morgan. Her eyes had gotten used to the light so she just giggled or gripped fingers as her head lay on his chest. The girl walked past them all, glaring and talking low with a friend as she left the room. The other students finally gave us peace and left as well until it was only the three of us left in the classroom.

Sven sighed and looked to me. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You are the best."

"It was no problem at all." I smiled and moved closer, making faces at Morgan and kissing her cheeks before grinning up at him. "You make a good dad."

"Really?" There was hopeful happiness in his voice and I nodded.

"Very much so."

He leaned in and I pecked his lips before I realized it. We stared at each other before the door burst open. It was another older man with salt and pepper hair.

"Sven! I heard your family was here! So cute! I'm Nate Orelle." He extended a hand and I shook it.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Cordelia and this is Morgan."

"Pretty and pretty. Lucky man. Now you don't mind us borrowing him for the bachelor party tonight for Tom, right? I mean he's been hesitant but-"


My Swede (Sweet) Giant Ch. 01



"It's ok." I was open to anything than having to talk about the kiss I'd just laid on him. "That's fine. Sven you should go and have a good time."

He was still watching me but I couldn't meet his eyes. He began to slow his rock with Morgan and I knew she was falling asleep in his arms. "Sure..."

"Great! Well, we'll be leaving from here but we promise to drop him off before the sun rises. You have my word." Nate chuckled.

"I'm gonna hold you to that." I smiled and he smiled and I watched him leave before cutting off Sven before he could talk and break my heart. My nerves were too wired to filter my drawl. "We're gonna head home. See you there?" I looked up with pleading eyes, silently begging him not to remember what I'd done.

He looked down with so much that he wanted to say but held it back for my sake. "... Sure."

"Thank you." The appreciation was barely audible as I gently took the sleeping babe from his arms and secured her back in her carrier and then left.

I beat myself up for most of the night and thought of every worst case scenario. He could reject me hard or he could even kick me out. The worst, however, was the thought that he'd start avoiding me and Morgan because he couldn't hurt my feelings like with that red head girl.

I stressed myself out and could barely eat dinner. When I put Morgan down for the night, I decided to go to bed myself. It seemed better to just try to get to tomorrow faster so I could face whatever lay on the other side of my gaff.

After a fretful few hours of sleep, I sat up in bed and checked the time on my cell. It was 3:40 and I was wide awake. I knew I wasn't going to get to bed like this so I got up and stretched. On a whim, I ran a bubble bath. Before I got in, I went back into my room and fished the vibe from the back of my underwear drawer. 

I sunk into the hot water and sighed as the tension slowly faded away. The bubbles came just above my breasts and I leaned my head back, braids safe from the water in a top knot. The vibe submerged and I rain the tip back and forth across my pussy as I thought of my gorgeous boss. I went to my favorite memory of being trapped in his arms with his throbbing cock against me. In my head I gripped and stroked that fat member. I kissed him as I guided it inside me. I sunk toy in as if it was him and pumped it inside of me. I moaned and whispered his name, focusing on the fantasy.

The door was ajar and I didn't hear my bedroom door crack or the giant until he lumbered in on the tile. I was so shocked that I stopped mid stroke and stared at him. He was wasted and dropped to his hands and knees in a smooth sort of fall. I listened but the thud wasn't followed by crying. He must have listened too because as soon as silence was certain, he crawled over to me in the tub, his long blond hair over one shoulder and half in his face.

"Do not ever think I don't want to kiss you." He put his chin on the side of the tub and stared at the bubbles over my breasts as if he could will them away.

"What?" I stared at him and desperately wanted to play in his flaxen hair.

"Do not ever think I don't want to kiss you." Then he leaned in and kissed me. I could taste the bourbon on his lips but it seemed sweeter.

His front half somewhat fell into the water and I muffled a squeal as his heavy upper body leaned on me. A hand traced and rubbed over my stomach before it ran down and a finger smacked against the vibrator still inside me. "I interrupt something?" His middle finger began to rub my clit up and down and in circles clockwise and then counter.

"Sven-" I gasped and moaned out. The bottom half of his hair was wet and dragged across one of my breasts as he turned to look at me.

"I hear you at night. I try to stay away but I hear you. I climb the walls because I want to be inside of you. Move the toy. Move the toy like me. "

I did as told and the hand he wasn't using on my clit slipped out of the water. He began to kiss and nibble my neck, pinning my head to the tile with his attentions. I could hear his belt being unbuckled and his zipper coming down but I never slowed down. He groaned against my skin and I knew he was stroking himself to the same rhythm I was working the toy.

I moaned his name and my walls gripped and fluttered against the toy. In my mind, it was him, all him. He licked up until just behind my ear and then nibbled back down to my neck. "Fuck... Oh my god..." 

He bit my neck and I gritted my teeth and pursed my lips to muffle my scream as I struggled in the water. Sven kept me pinned to the wall and moved his hand down from my clit to cover mine so he could continue to pump the toy, even as I thrashed through my orgasm. He kept it up, driving me crazy and drawing it out. My stomach cramped from the clenching and thrashing and my other hand gripped his forearms, nails digging in as another one followed.

He broke the bite only to kiss me hard. My tongue danced with his and I swallowed his grunts as I fed him my whimpers. His body jerked against me and I felt his muscles tense as he came against the side of the tub. I wanted to see him but I was still trapped against the wall by his weight. He eased the toy out of me and panted against my lips. I gently bit and suck at his lower lip as I tried to gather any kind of sense I had left. We stayed like that for a little while until he reached to drain the tub. 

He tucked himself away before standing. I wanted to pout about not being able to see him but two good orgasms after nearly a year of bad ones or none at all had me on cloud nine. He cleaned up the tub and scooped me out of it against his still wet shirt. He stripped down to his still dry boxers and grabbed my towel, wiping the suds off us, drying us and finally wrapping his hair up. I held still as he rubbed lotion all over my body, not complaining at his thorough exploring but jumping a little as his thumb circled my rosebud.

We didn't say one word to each other as he scooped me up and walked back into the bedroom. He pulled back the covers and placed my still nude body in bed before snuggling into me. We spooned and I fell asleep in his tight embrace once again.

I heard the knocking at the door in my dreams before I finally woke to it. Sven was still there so I knew that the night before wasn't a dream. His hold was loose enough for me to wiggle out. Since his sweaters were big enough for a dress on me, I slipped one on and a pair of socks before head downstairs. I opened the door half asleep and stared at the red head interrupting good post orgasm slumber.

She glared at me. "I had to see if it was true."

"Uh... who are you?" My brain finally clicked on and my eyes widened. It was the girl from the class. How did she know where he lived?

"I'm Melanie. Who are you and when did you get here? I don't remember him mentioning a family when I took him last year." She was so mad. It couldn't be good to be that mad all the time.

"Melanie... you shouldn't just come to people's houses. Now, leave before I call the dean. I'm here, ok? I just am."

I closed the door before she answered and slowly made my way back upstairs. My legs still felt weak. When I made it back to my room, Sven was sitting up with a stressed face but relaxed when he saw me. "I... I thought you ran off."

"Ran off? No." I smirked and slipped of the sweater before climbing back in bed to peck him. "No hang over?"

"Hang over? No. I would need to drink a lot more than that to get hung over." He ran his hands over my ass and I moaned.

"Melanie was at the door."

His hands stopped kneading the flesh of my backside and he stared at me. "Really? She knows where I live?" He looked worried.

I nodded and kissed him. "If she acts crazier, tell the dean. Ok?"

He nodded and I smiled before slipping under the covers He laughed and tickled at my thighs. "What are you doing?"

"Inspecting!" My response was muffled by the heavy covers as I wiggled around until I finally got where I wanted. I gripped and pull down the fabric of his boxers until his thick cock was freed. It was already long and hard and I looked at it in appreciation. I'd made it that way. I thanked him with a long lick up the shaft. He groaned and growled and it twitched from my attention. I ran my tongue all over the fat head before working it into my mouth and starting a slow suction.

Sven moaned as I worked and I could taste a hint of precum before my hips were gripped and lifted. "If you do that, you must share." I let out a muffled squeal against the head as his tongue traced and spread my wet cunny. 

He latched on, locking my whole sex within his lips and used his tongue flick roughly at my clit. My mouth popped free as I cried out his name, writhing against his work. I panted and sucked at the sides of the shaft as my body trembled. 

"You are not going to win." I felt him chuckle against me and pressed back as a finger slipped inside me.

"Sven..." I balanced on a forearm to stroke him but shuddered and gasped as another one of his long fingers entered me. I bounced my hips. The pleasure was getting to me and I felt light headed as the cover above felt heavier. I yanked at it and it barely moved an inch.

He must have been watching because the quilt was snatched back "Are you alright?" He made a come here motion inside of me and I squealed and nodded.

"Yeah! Just hot..." I laughed and laid my head on his thigh as I started to stroke him again.

He chuckled as well and continued to pump and occasionally doused my clit in sweet kisses. My body raced toward the edge. My bounces against him got a little erratic but it wasn't until I felt his tongue press flat and lick up across my rosebud that I really lost it. I screamed his name and came hard, coating his fingers.

"Mm... " I slumped against him and he laughed and massaged my hips and buns.

"You are a sweet one, My Cordelia." I shivered as he kissed my inner thighs.

"Thank you." I mumbled and stretched. "But you didn't cum..."

"I can fix that." He chuckled and I squealed as I was rolled on my back and spread wide. I moaned and squirmed as he sucked one of my tender lips in then the other.

"Sven, good Lord please..." I trembled under him.

He chuckled and shifted me on the bed until he could get in between my thighs. I bit my lower lip and ran a hand up his muscled body. He lifted my hips and put a pillow under my lower back. I raised an eyebrow.

"Better angle." I felt the heat of length as he lined up with my center. "Ready?"

I nodded and felt pressure began to increase until the head popped in. I gasped as my walls stretched and quivered, trying to grasp and fit the new intrusion. My eyes fluttered and I worked my hips in little circles as I got used to his girth.

"Feel good?"

"Yes" I moaned and rolled my hips against him as he began to move. Sven gripped my hips and leaned down to kiss me. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues caressed. I ran my fingers through his long blonde strands, tracing my fingers down his back until I could grip his buns. He chuckled into my mouth and began to pick up the pace.

"Is this how much you want me?" He began to kiss from the apples of my cheeks down to the base of my jaw. Suddenly he grabbed my thighs and yanked them up. The angle was amazing. My nails dug into his cheeks as I writhed and bucked against him.

"Yeah... I want you so bad!" My walls gripped at his length and I whimpered as my head lolled from side to side. His probing thrusts dragged across the sensitive spots within me and my breath became labored. "Sven... "

"If I remember right... you like this..." He bit the opposite side of my neck than he did last night and I howled as my head fell back and I came again, legs locking around him. He pumped for a few more times before I felt him tense and his hot seed painted my walls. I heard him growl in Swedish before he covered my face in kisses.

I dazed and my eyelids felt like a thousand pounds. "Good..."

His pecks ran down my neck and across my breasts. "Go ahead and rest... I take care of Morgan. There's milk in the fridge right?" I nodded and sighed, already feeling myself drifting off. A little milk beaded on my nipple and I shivered as he licked it off. "She has good taste." 

I pushed him playfully and fell asleep with a content smile on my face.



My Swede (Sweet) Giant Ch. 02



And it's here! Yes, I'm finally updating my highest rated story. Hope you guys like this chapter. Thank you for all the comments and feedback. Again, if this is the only story of mine that you read, I've been tired recently so I haven't been able to swamp with stories like I enjoy. Hopefully it won't happen again... but it will. Sorry. Enjoy.

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I finally made it down the stairs after a long nap and a quick shower. Sven was asleep on the living room floor with Morgan on his chest. Her cute little fist had some of the fabric of his undershirt clenched within it. I knew he likely hadn't eaten since he didn't cook breakfast or anything at all so I decided to go ahead and start cooking.

He'd made me so damn happy I wanted to pull out all the stops. I made buttery biscuits from scratch, bacon, eggs, and even cut up some apples to stew down on the stove. I was in full southern mode. I even made his coffee just like he liked it, black with lots of honey. 

Sven sort of found his way into the kitchen. His hair was a mess and I couldn't help but smile. "Good morning."

"This... this all looks so good. " He rubbed his eyes but his rocking was careful not to wake Morgan.

"I thought it was finally time you had a good southern breakfast." I grinned as I handed over a big mug to him.

"I thought I had one this morning." He winked and grinned before sipping. "Underbart."

"Oh ha ha." I swatted at him. "Go put down Morgan so we don't wake her while we have breakfast."

He set down his cup before carrying her off as I made plates. I set them on the table then shuddered as I was cuddled into from behind. One of his hands wrapped around my waist and the other cupped my breast. "How do you feel?"

"Underbart." I mimicked him and he just laughed. "Food's getting cold."

"We should eat then." 

I moaned as I felt nibbles along my neck. "You mean food right."

"Sure... food..." 

"Sven if you don't sit down after I worked so hard..."

He laughed harder and released me but my panties were already soaked under the giant pullover I'd borrowed from his closet. I sat across from him at the small table and watched him enjoy the plate as I ate. 

"This is so amazing. Did it take you forever to make?" He had a forkful of biscuit and apple poised for his mouth.

"Not really. I used to make this all the time with my Mom and Grandma." I sighed and looked down in my lap. 

"What happened between you and your family? I do not want to make you sad but I want to know what is wrong." He reached a hand for mine and I laced my fingers with his.

"I left college to be with Morgan's... sperm donor." I rolled my eyes. "I was going to be a doctor. My mom and dad are doctors, their parents were doctors and nurses. I guess it was just tough love but they said if I left with him, I'd be disowned. So... they disowned me."

"Well what about when they found out about Morgan?" 

I gripped his hand tighter and sighed. "They blocked my number, I think. I left messages for them to call me but they never did. I think they expected me to come back to their front door on my knees."

"So, it is a safe bet to say they likely not know that she exists?"

I furrowed my brows at his sentence structure before understanding and nodding. 

"Then we take her to see them. We will go during winter break."

"What? Really? And you want to come?"

"Cordelia..." He stood and pulled me to him. I cuddled into him and my eyes closed as I melted into his chest, feeling his kisses fall on my forehead and over each lid and across my lips. "I wouldn't start something with you if I didn't see myself with you to the end. I see Morgan as my daughter now as well. Does that bother you?"

"No. Not at all." I brushed away an errant tear and pulled him down to kiss sweetly. "I want that. The way you treat her... I love it."

He cupped my face and I looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. "How far can I push my luck?"

I grinned at him. "Go for broke."

"How traditional is your family?"

"Extremely" I put my fingers through his messy blonde stands, doing my best to fix them a little.

"Then wouldn't a husband who is a professor impress them more than a boyfriend who is?"He watched me carefully and I just stared at him. 

"Are you serious?"

"Extremely. Too much too soon?"

"Not if you mean it." The tears rolled down my cheeks.

He used both hands to wipe them away. "I mean, we've been living like man and wife for nearly three months now. The only thing that has been missing was sex and after this morning... And what if something happens to me? I need to know that you two will be safe."

I smiled and pulled him in for more kisses. "Yes."

"Yes?" He scooped me up and I squealed.

"Yes!" I gasped and covered my mouth and listened but not cries came through the baby monitor.

"I think we're just fine down here." He spun around with me and I laughed and hugged his neck. 

"Cordelia Aas... I like it." I snuggled my face into his neck and nibbled. "Cordelia and Morgan Aas."

"Seems fated." He groaned from my work and I clung to him tighter. 

"It is." I gripped his hair and began to suck his ear lobe. 

"Are you sore?" He gripped my rear and I groaned.

"No. Set me down." As soon as my feet touched the floor I pulled the sweater over my head. I turned away from him, facing the counter. I leaned across it as I slowly eased down my wet underwear.

"Cordelia..." I heard him groan before I felt him kiss from my calf, up my thigh, over my buns, and down the other side.

I shuddered and wiggled across the counter. "Dear Lord..."

His tongue began a slow lap from my clit up, spreading the lips with every pass. I writhed and looked back to see his blonde head rising and falling behind the horizon of my ass. He lifted my knee onto the counter and I let out a shuddering moan as he blew across my exposed center before sucking it.

I cried out and reached a hand back to grip his hair, burying his face further within me. He must have liked it because he gripped my hips and began to nibble and work the flesh more. I whimpered his name, racing to my climax. He sucked harder, gripping my clit in his teeth and pulling back. I came hard, muffling a scream against the counter as my hips bucked.

My hand released his hair from its shaking grip. Sven kissed up my spine and I felt his weight against my back. I moaned as his hands gripped my hips.

"Are you sure we are not pushing it?" He kissed across my shoulder.

With quivering legs and a sensitive throb between them, I had to admit he was right. "Ok... maybe a little."

"I thought so." He scooped me up into his arms. "You left milk on the counter."

I looked back and the trails where my breasts had pressed into the ceramic. "I'm sorry, I'll sanitize it all."

"Why would you apologize? This house is as much yours as mine. Besides, I think you made cute designs..." I watched him swirl a finger around the small drops, connecting them. 

I laughed but began to shiver and pressed tighter to him. He slipped the sweater back over my head and sat back down behind his plate as he cuddled me in his lap. His dish was nearly empty but mine was still half full.

"I should have let you finish breakfast..." He groaned into the sweater's shoulder and kissed my ear.

"It's ok. I fine with microwaving after that."

"No, no. I've got it." He stood before setting me back down in the seat. "Just sit and rest."

We finished breakfast, hands never far from one another as we talked. The conversation wafted from playful banter to serious discussion. We only paused to clean the kitchen and check on Morgan before continuing on the sofa. 

"I want to adopt her after we come back. Completely." He wrapped a throw from the back of the sofa around my legs that were in his lap.

"I don't think it'll be a problem... John signed papers and everything."

"Do you still have them?"

"Yeah, they're upstairs. " I flexed my feet before snuggling into him more. "I'm sorry you have to meet my family under such crazy circumstances."

"I do not mind. I have you two in my life now." He tapped my nose and I laughed. "We should get married on Monday. I am sorry that we could not have a big wedding."

"That's something I've never wanted. I've always wanted a small intimate wedding. Nothing more intimate than just the bride and groom." I held one of his hands in mine and pressed it against my cheek.

He groaned and smiled. "Thank you."

"For what?" I turned his hand so I that I could kiss the inside of his palm.

"For saying yes." He leaned over to kiss me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

A cry broke through the room, coming from the baby monitor. "Morgan's up." 

"I'll grab her."

I waited until he returned and slipped off the sweater to feed her. "I'm going to change after this. Maybe we can go out to the park?"

"I'd love that." 

When Morgan was done, I slipped back on the sweater and carried her upstairs. "Come on Thor, let's get dressed."

"Ha. That is quite funny." I squeaked when he pinched my butt and whacked backwards at him. I let him shower and dress first as I got Morgan ready and played with her. When he returned in jeans and a button down shirt, I couldn't help but steal a few kisses before heading to the shower.

I returned in a mauve sweater dress and black tights. Morgan was gently tugging at the rope of Sven's French braid. He turned around and held her up to see me. "Mommy is so pretty." She giggled and reached for me.

Laughing, I scooped her up before settling in his lap. "She looks like you, is that weird?"

"Not weird... just fated." He pushed aside my braids to kiss my shoulder and his arms wrapped snuggly around my waist.

I turned to peck his lips. "The more you say that, the more I love it."

"Good." He deepened the kiss but broke it with a grunt. I laughed when I saw his braid back in Morgan's little fists.

"You shouldn't have given it to her as a toy anyway. Now you're going to have her yanking at it all the time." I eased it away and tickled her nose with the loose tip. "Come on, I need to find her stroller."

"I... bought another one." He looked off. "I know it was presump-"

"It was presumptuous but now I want to see it." I stood and pulled at his waistband as he stood, smirking playfully at him. "Lead the way."

I followed his massiveness downstairs, occasionally making faces at Morgan along the way. Sven made his way into the garage and hidden behind Christmas ornaments and a bin that simply read 'Lawn Care' was a box for a stroller that was ridiculously much more expensive than the one I owned. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a slow deep kiss. 

"I like it. You made a good choice."

He grinned in his happy goofy way and unboxed it while I settled a hat on Morgan's brushed down curls. I kissed her chubby cheeks and tapped her nose as she laughed and I heard Sven preparing the stroller. When I didn't hear any more noise, I turned around to see Sven putting it in the trunk of his SUV. 

"We need to move over her car seat unless you bought another one." I laughed hard when his head dropped bashfully.

"It levels itself for highest safety..."

"Install it, strap her in, and let's go. We'll get something to eat too." I chuckled as I watched him. The tech was surprisingly easy to install and I nodded in approval. "Daddy chose well again, huh Morgan?"

That just set him off. He was beaming like all of Sweden's sunshine radiated from him alone. I couldn't help but be drawn in. I pressed to him and kissed him slow and sweet, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

"We'll never get to the park if you keep kissing me." He put his forehead to mine and I smiled.

"Quit doing things to get kissed. " I pecked him one last time before walking to slip into the passenger seat. 

He opened the garage and we headed for the park. The autumn leaves were falling in abundance in the neighborhood. A few months ago, I would have never believed that we would be here. I turned to look at Sven. He was a vision of happiness. It suited him.

"Cordelia?"

"Hmm?"

"I am a man that jumps six steps if he can take 5. I do not want to put you in positions that you do not like." He traced his fingers over the back of my hand and I smiled, gripping his hand.

"Sven... I need you to jump. As long as you're with me, I want the jump. As long as we're facing the right direction, I'll jump with you. Ok?"

"Ok." He chuckled and I held his hand for the rest of the ride.

The park was busy as usual and walking around with Sven pushing the stroller and my arm locked with his was a treat in itself. I had to wonder when I gave up on having something like this. Why did it feel so wonderful as if I was sure it would never happen?

I put my head on his shoulder as we continued traveling the paved paths through the gold and red tree lines. His cologne was intoxicating and I couldn't help burying my nose in his shoulder. I didn't have to look up to know that big goofy grin was plastered across his face. His joy was in every inch of him and it was as infectious as it always was. In a few days I would be this man's wife.

Monday came faster than I'd expected. I sat in the courthouse in a short white dress and ankle boots. My dark red trench coat was draped over my knees and I honestly didn't feel like much of a bride. Morgan slept peacefully in her carrier sat on the chair beside me. In all my nervousness, she seemed at peace.

Sven hadn't made it yet. All in all, he was 10 minutes late. Usually, such a short time would be laughable. I'd never cared if someone was 10 minutes late for anything but today, it felt like a punch to the guy. My mind raced with conclusions. It was obvious that he wasn't going to come. He had to have finally realized how insane it was to take on a woman he'd only met two months ago and a child that wasn't his. He'd come to his senses.

I fought back tears as I looked over at Morgan. Her long brown eyelashes settled beautifully against her tawny cheeks. Her hair was just beginning to turn into tighter curls like mine. In her perfect tranquility, she was my little bundle of hope.

I jumped at the sudden sound of commotion to my far right. A man had been toppled, almost ran over by another. The other man helped him up and apologized profusely. His blonde hair was loose and covering half his face. My heart fluttered and I brushed away an errant tear as Sven said a final apology and came our way.

"I am so sorry. They said they would be finished." He was agitated, his accent even stronger. 

"It's ok. You're here now." I stood then grunted softly as I was snatched into his hold. Curiosity got the better of me. "Who would be finished?"

He kept one arm tight around me and used the other to search his pockets. I could hear his heart fluttering against my cheek as he fished out a small black box and handed it to me. A flush ran over me and I opened it slowly. Inside were his band and mine, both gold. My band had diamonds wrapping around it and his had swirling lines.

"The engraving." He spoke quietly.

I gingerly plucked the rings from the box and read the engravings inside. They both read 'Cordelia & Sven: öde'. I smiled and looked up at him. "What does that word mean?"

"It means fate or destiny." He watched my reaction carefully.

"They're perfect." I climbed him a little for a long solid kiss. "Thank you."

"Anything. Anything for you, Cordelia, I will do." He held me tighter and looked into my eyes.

I melted into the blue of his and began to cry. Once the tears started, they just couldn't stop. I just wanted to hold tight to him and never let him go. It was the realization that in such a short time I'd found someone I couldn't live without. I cried through the ceremony; I cried through the pictures; I cried the whole way home, which didn't help since I'd driven there. 

Once we were both inside, I just came close to his giant frame and hugged tightly to him. I found it embarrassing but I just couldn't shut it off. He didn't complain one second. Somewhere along the tears, I cried to the point of exhaustion and knocked out against him.

I woke up in my bed with one of his arms wrapped around me. Slowly, I turned to find him still awake, reading a book on his cell phone. His eyes looked to me and he smiled softly.

"Morgan?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"Fed and asleep. How are you feeling?"

"Like I ruined our wedding, I'm sorry." I buried my face against him shamefully.

He sat up and pulled me on top of him. "You didn't ruin our wedding. I actually found it sweet. Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

I felt myself relax but made a face at his last question. I'd never heard that. "Do I?"

"Today you did." He ran his hands up and down my arms and my body began to heat up.

"What did I say?" I knew after all that crying I must have looked like a mess but the way he looked at me made me feel so beautiful.

"A lot of 'I love you's and a few 'thank you's. Stop thanking me, I'm the lucky one."

I leaned in and gave him a slow sweet kiss. "But I can still say 'I love you' as much as I want right, Professor Aas?"

He groaned and his hands traced down my back. "It is fine as long as I can say it back, Mrs. Aas."

I smiled at my new name and kissed longer and deeper as I felt the zipper on my back slowly descend. His hands were so warm and I realized how much I wanted him. It was throbbing and bothersome like an old ache that I could finally ease.

I pulled back from the kiss to pull off the white dress. Underneath I wore my favorite peach colored lace lingerie. His fingers hands ran over my skin before cupping my breasts.

His thumbs traced along the tops of the cups before slipping in and flipping the lace down to reveal my breasts. "Vackra fru..."

"What?" I shuddered as he licked between them before nibbling the insides and underside of my breasts. 

"Beautiful wife. You are my beautiful wife." He took a sensitive nipple into his mouth and took slow gentle sucks. A fine tremble began as I fed him my milk. My panties soaked. It was as if my whole body was poised for his enjoyment. 

"Sven..." I moaned out and played with his hair as his nose pressed against the flesh of my breast. "Please let me ride you."

He looked up in dazed joy, my nipple still secure in his lips. It took a little maneuvering but soon I felt his thick wonderful cock out and against the back of my thigh. I reached down and shifted the lace crotch of my panties to the side. To remove them seemed like too much time wasted without him inside me. With our hands working together, we lined him up and I sank down onto him in a glorious squeeze of ecstasy. 

"Hah... God yes." I moaned out as I took him in me as deep as I could manage. 

My husband groaned against my skin, pulling off only to cup the back of my head for a deep kiss. I could taste my milk on his lips and like the bourbon, it tasted sweeter in his mouth. My bounces began slowly as our tongues danced.

I whimpered as I worked my hips. "I mean it." I whispered against his lips. "I love you, I mean it."

"I- " He mumbled off what sounded like swears as my walls suddenly fluttered along his length. His hands gripped my hips and he thrusts his up just right, releasing a cry from me. "I mean it too. I love you so much."

He kissed down my neck and chest before taking the other breast into his mouth. It was a haphazard process, my bounces gave my breasts their own motion and without hands he had to catch my nipple with some skill. I let out a chuckle but it was quickly replaced but moaning and groaning as an orgasm wrestled me within its grasp.

I wasn't prepared for how worked up I got just from being with him. John was my first but Sven was the only man who made me feel like this. Even before we made love, his grins alone could have me ready to break.




My Swede (Sweet) Giant Ch. 02



As he suckled away, I hugged his neck. My hips pumped and bounced on his length as I rode him. I put one hand against the wall, body still weak from my last orgasm. His hands shifted from my hips to my ass. He gripped the flesh and really began to thrust up into me. I had to put both hands on the wall to keep from falling over as I cried out his name.

It all felt so good. I slapped my hand against the wall as another orgasm threatened to spill over. He released my breast and looked up at me within my bouncing cleavage. There was that grin, that joyous monstrosity. I came so hard, I blacked out.

I woke up on his chest. He was fast asleep with his arms wrapped around me, his hair spread across the pillows and glowing in the moonlight. I smiled and tucked the covers around us more before drifting off myself.



My Swede (Sweet) Giant Ch. 03



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That Tuesday was the strangest of my life. I woke up to Sven in a rush, lumbering out of bed and barely hitting the floor. Watching my new husband, I realized he was adorably uncoordinated as if he never got used to his long limbs or large frame. Maybe in Sweden everything's built a bit taller and America's shorter stations did him no favors.

I checked my cell to see it was still quite early so I slipped out from the other side of the bed with careful steps. My body was still pretty sensitive from wedding night bliss. I listened to Morgan's steady breathing on the baby monitor before slipping on a robe and heading to the bathroom. My morning routine was quick and I made it downstairs in time to make coffee and put it in a thermos. 

Sven's voice whispered across the baby monitor. "Pappa älskar dig."

Sipping my cup of tea, I furrowed my brows at the foreign tongue before I heard him come downstairs. His shirt was a gorgeous reddish gold like a robin's chest but otherwise, it was the same uniform of dark jeans, black boots and a black blazer. I held up the thermos and smiled. He crossed the kitchen quickly and scooped me up in a kiss, placing me on the counter. I gasped and moaned, gripping the braid of blonde hair down his back and putting the teacup aside.

When he pulled back I was panting, head back against the cabinets. "That's... some good morning."

He grinned happily and took the thermos. "You were so beautiful, I could not stop myself."

I smiled and reached out to gently stroke his cheek. "You're so hot and sweet. Do you want me to make breakfast?"

He chuckled and kissed my palm. "No. No. You rest. I'll go to the cafeteria." He turned my hand and brushed his lips across my knuckles with a pleasant smile.

"What did you say to Morgan? I heard Swedish on the monitor." I wanted to drape over him and never let him out of the house. 

"Pappa älskar dig? It means 'Daddy loves you'." 

I cooed and leaned forward to hug him, kissing his cheek. "My wonderful sweet husband."

He grinned in his total joy and wrapped his arms around me. "I love you my lovely Cordelia."

"Love you too, my Sven." It was so mushy but I loved it. I loved snuggling in his arms and kissed as much of his face as I could. An alarm went off on his cell phone. "That's a little late isn't it?"

"It is so I leave the house in time." He sounded disappoint and I laughed, pushing him back so I that I could hop down.

"You can't be late Professor Aas."

"Not even for Mrs. Aas?" I flustered as he gently reached around to cup my rear and massage it with a pout.

"Nope. You'll be on break soon though. Speaking of, have you ever had Thanksgiving?"

"The school does things but I guess never in the traditional sense."

"Then it's Morgan's and your first Thanksgiving next week so I'll go all out. Ok?"

He nodded before kissing my forehead. "I would like that very much. We have a cold front this week, might snow. Buy some more clothes for you and Morgan please?" He fished a full money clip from his pocket and took a debit card from between the bills. "Next day shipping."

"Sven that's a lot, I couldn-" 

"We are married now. Just for me?" He cupped my face and ran his thumbs across my cheeks.

"Alright." I smiled up at him.

He grinned back and pecked me one last time before turning to leave. When he was about five steps away, he turned around and came back to give me another powerful kiss. I had to grip the kitchen island for support as he waved with his goofy merriment and left out through the garage.

I sighed before going to feed Morgan. She was a little fussy as usual during her first feeding but calmed and snuggled into me. I rocked in the little pink rocking chair as I thought of what she would need for winter.

It dawned on me that I didn't have anyone to ask about how to dress her for cold weather. If I could still talk to my mother, she'd tell me everything I needed to know. She probably had some of my old winter clothes as keepsakes. Sure, I could Google it, which I had to, but it just wasn't the same as learning it from the source and hearing all the stories.

A tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away with the back of my hand. There was so much missed. So many events had no do-overs. Maybe showing up for the holidays would be more damaging than healing. 

I burped Morgan, deep in thought, and carried her with me downstairs. Laying her in a bassinet beside me, I booted up my laptop and got to work. The research was surprisingly easy and I bought Morgan's things first. I opened up another tab to start shopping for mine but the doorbell rang.

We usually didn't get visitors during the day and Sven always told me about packages, so it was a strange occurrence. I checked the peephole, a pale dark haired girl stood in front of the door. She looked nervous and turned to walk away but I opened the door anyway.

"Hello?" I smiled at her as pleasant and comforting as possible.

She stared at me as if in shock before opening her mouth and closing it then opening again and closing. I thought she looked like a pretty fish. She gripped the bottom of her jacket as if to ground herself and then slowly walked back to the door. 

"Hi." Her eyes couldn't meet mine just yet.

"Can I help you?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

She let out a huff of frustration, her breath forming a cloud in the chilly air. Her hands smacked her skinny jean clad thighs. She was working herself up. "Are you married?"

"What?" I watched her with growing concern. It was stupid of me to keep answering doors to strange young women with Morgan so vulnerable in the house.

"Are you married to him?" She practically yelled it and I could hear fussing behind me. This bitch just woke my baby.

I slammed the door in her face and locked it. "I'm calling the police!"

She cried out and I could hear her banging on the door. "Please don't! I have to find out for her or she'll hate me! Please don't, I'm sorry!"

I didn't care; I scrambled to the other side of the room and picked up my cell phone, dialing 911. Morgan had already begun to cry so I scooped her up and rocked her as I talked to the operator then called Sven. By the time the cruiser got there, the girl was long gone. I did my best to describe her but their hands were pretty tied.

Sven stumbled through the door while I poured the officer coffee. I'd just gotten Morgan to stop crying and she babbled sweetly for him in her high chair. "Officer, this is my husband."

The officer nodded and shook his hand. He reminded me of my father. Older with short prematurely all grey hair and skin the color of tobacco. He was kind and soft spoken and took every detail he could even though it wouldn't mean much. Sven sat next to me and gripped my hand to the point I had to remind him that bones indeed existed in it.

His voice rumbled out soft and deep. "I'm sorry I can't be of much help but going ahead and making a report will serve you in the long run. It troubles me that this is the second time it's happened. Do you often have trouble with your students Mr. Aas?"

"No. Never this bad. I have had the flirters, all of my associates have, but it is a moral quandary to have relationships with students so I avoid it like the plague." He sighed and Morgan reached for him. He scooped her up and held her dear. "Thank you for coming here so quickly."

"It's no problem, just doing my duty. If you're worried about your family, I would suggest updating your security system. There're an unfortunately large number of entry points in your house. A dog might help as well. These sound like young, love struck girls but in my line of work, I've learned that precaution can be quite valuable."

"Thank you officer. " I smiled at him sincerely. He finished his coffee and wished us the best before leaving.

I hadn't even locked the door before Sven was calling a security agency. Walking up to him slowly, I wrapped my arms around his waist. Morgan was still cuddled into his chest and reached to hold one of my braids in her hand. I let her and put my face near hers, forehead to forehead. We listened to the vibrations and muffled hums from his chest as he talked to the operator.

When he finished on the cell phone, he kissed my forehead. "I'm taking off December to spend it with you."

"You're not going to lose your job over some girls." I tightened my hold around him.

"Well I'm staying until they put in the alarm system."

"That's fine." I kissed his jaw. "Thank you. You came so fast. I just..." I reached up to cup his face and kiss him deeply.

Sven was like a fairytale. I was just so happy that he was there for us. He swooped in like a gallant knight and all I could do was love everything he was.

We sat up together, even after Morgan was long asleep. She was on his chest and we were both on the floor, my head on his shoulder. I absent mindedly traced my fingers across his ribs, counting the bones. We didn't speak; just felt each other's warmth. In the three of us, there was a little bubble of safety against the world.

I finally spoke first. "You know it was her."

"I know." He sighed

"I gave her name to the police."

"I'm worried it's going to be he said, she said."

"The officer said the same but it's good we have her name on file."

"You're not safe enough. I hate it." I felt him turn toward me and I smiled softly.

"It will right itself and if not... have you ever thought about another college? You're a great professor."

"Well, if it works out with your family... why not Alabama State?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

I stared and smiled. "If it works out... maybe." I put my head on his shoulder. "Why did you leave Sweden?"

He sighed and smiled. "I wanted something different. In late spring or early summer, I'd like you to visit with me. I want my family to meet you and Morgan."

"I'd like that. Will they like me?" I put my chin on his shoulder.

"They will love you. While we are here, how about we talk?" He smiled at me.

"Talk?"

"Talk. We will talk about everything, the past, the present, the future. I want to hear about your favorite episode of your favorite cartoon, I want to hear about where you want Morgan to go to school. I want to share my life with you in more than name."

"Ok. Tell me about you." I smiled.

"I was born and raised a little outside of Gothenburg, the youngest of 5."

"Is that a big family there?"

"About the same as it would be here. Uh, family sizes are almost the same in our countries."

"Cool." I smiled and let him continue.

"The father of my grandfather was not a wise man but he made good decisions now and then. He invested in a few things and they paid out. Our family never wanted for anything. I think that is was why there were so open to more children. Also my mother, father, and all my brothers are all blonde."

"All boys, all blonde?"

"Ja, every last one, but our eyes are different: two blue, one green, two hazels. My mother has brown eyes, my father has blue." 

"Do they all have long hair?"

He chuckled softly. "No, some short, some to the shoulders, but my hair is the longest. When I was in college, we had a bet to see who can grow their hair the longest. I won. After a while, it grew on me so I did not cut it short again."

"Have you always wanted to be a professor?"

"Yes, ever since I was a child. I used to give lectures to the family dog. He was not a fan." I broke into muffled giggles. "I bet he wasn't."

"How about you?" He checked on Morgan who still slept soundly. The girl was a heavy sleeper, she was a constant blessing.

"I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My eldest sister is a pediatrician and the other is a thoracic surgeon, like my father. My younger brother will be entering college this year."

"What does your mother do?"

"She's a concierge doctor." I smiled softly.

"And your brother will be a doctor too?"

"Yup." I rubbed my knee against his leg.

"You did not want to be a doctor, did you Cordelia?" His voice was soft.

I thought about what he said. It made sense. "I don't think I ever did. It's probably why I left with John so easily. So stupid..."

"Not stupid." His lips brushed across my forehead. "What do you want to do, Cordelia?"

I paused. Before I left home, that question would have gotten my usual automatic response. Now that I was free to think about it, I was frightened by the empty space in the answer portion. "I don't know..."

"Have you thought about majoring in Liberal Arts? It is a widely used degree, covers many subjects. It is a good foundation for you. Start over, I am here for you. I will cover your tuition. You can start online and still spend time with Morgan." 

A tear rolled down my cheek and I kissed him suddenly. My hand played with his hair and I snuggled against him. "I can never repay you. For all this kindness, I can never repay."

"You repay me with your happiness, our children's happiness. You do want more children?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Absolutely, I want more children with you. I want a good sized family like the ones we come from." I grinned at him.

"I would like that."

Sven made a last call to a school official to tell him he wouldn't be coming in until Friday. After that we just talked a little more until we returned to comfortable silence. And through that silence, we fell asleep.

Morgan woke us. She started her wiggle filled fussing that came right before a good fit of crying. I sat up and scooped her off of his chest, rocking. We'd slept through her evening feeding and she was going to be off until late.

I moved to sit on the sofa and began to undress from the waist up. Sven took Morgan momentarily to help me. I took her back once I was stripped and began to feed her.

"I will order dinner." He smiled at us and I gave him a thankful smile. "What would you like?"

"Steak, ribs, something beefy because I'm craving protein." I played with Morgan's curls. 

"I am ordering now." He booted up the laptop and began to work. "We should have your iron levels checked. When was your last appointment?"

"A little after Morgan was born."

"That has been too long. I will finish getting you both under my insurance. Morgan needs more pediatrician trips anyway."

I nodded and smiled when he returned to sit next to me. He reached out a hand; Morgan gripped his finger as she continued to eat. "I think she's getting ready for solid foods."

"Already?" 

"Yeah. She's growing up fast." I leaned my head on his shoulder.

He continued to let her hold his finger and wrapped his other arm around us. I kissed his cheek and smiled. We watched over Morgan as she ate and stayed with up with her. She was able to be put down around 2am. 

We finally made it to my bedroom. I did a quick change and he just fell onto bed. I snuggled against him on top of the covers. I laced my fingers with his hand on my hip and slept like the dead.

His alarm went off and I groaned and began to grope for it. I had a handful of ass before I realized it. His cell phone was in his back pocket.

"Cordelia?" He grumbled, still half asleep.

"Sorry. Sorry." I pulled the device out of his pocket and turned off the alarm.

I moaned when he cupped a cheek and massaged it. Turning my head, I looked back to see the pale hand working the flesh. My nightshirt had ridden up around my waist.

It was still only a little after six, but the way he touched me woke me up just right. His middle finger began to trace up and down my slit. It slipped in at the top and dragged across my clit before slowly easing into me.

I groaned and shivered. "Sven..."

The finger pumped slowly and I put my forehead to his jean clad thigh. I arched my hips up and gave him full access. Another finger slipped in and I began to press back against his hand.

He pulled his hand away and gently eased me to me to my side and then on my back. My head rested in his lap as his upper body leaned over mine. His fingers slipped back in and the other hand began to strum across my clit.

"Hah..." I gasped out and had to grip the fabric of his pants. 

He worked like a man on a mission. His fingers pumped and scissored inside of me. He rolled the nub and pinched it between his knuckles. 

My legs trembled and my hips bucked. I turned my head and I bit the nearest wrist to muffle the sound as I screamed his name. He worked gently as I writhed through the orgasm before collapsing on the bed, panting hard. I trembled as I felt his fingers leave me.

"How was that?"

"Good. So good." I reached a still quivering hand to fumble at the button of his jeans. 

He chuckled and eased me off of his legs so he could stand and undress. I sat up to completely remove the sleep shirt. Before he could move away, I reached back to grip his length. He yielded and let me guide him to my mouth. I ran my tongue across the shaft then up over the head. Sven shuddered and put a hand on either side of me to steady his self.

"Not to finish." He requested.

"Mm Hmm." I answered against the flesh and worked the head in my mouth. My tongue ran across the skin and swirled around the fullness.

I worked more of him into my mouth and began to bob as best as I could. His size was a hindrance. I'd never really cared for the task but I liked it with him. Pleasing him pleased me.

The head plopped from my mouth and I peppered it with kisses. He grunted and gripped the covers beside me. I licked up from the head toward the base, swirling around it. My hand wrapped around it and began to pump. I pulled back and wrapped my lips around the head again and let my tongue dance across the slit.

"Enough." He hissed and growled. I released my hold and let him leave me with an audible 'pop'. "Cordelia..."

He climbed back on the bed and I watched him. I ran my fingers across his skin as he moved into position. "I love you Sven."

"And I love you." He crawled between my thighs and lifted my thighs to wrap around his waist.

I shuddered as he pressed into me. My eyes locked with his as he let me adjust. I couldn't see the color in the low light of early morning but the expression was fully visible. There was so much love and desire in that look. I gripped onto his hips, I needed him like oxygen.

His long hair draped on one side of us like a golden curtain. It flowed like a wave as he began to pump his hips. The long strands brushed across my cheeks.

I moaned and worked my hips to meet his every stroke. My nails dug into him and I whimpered as I felt his power within me. I moaned his name; the whole bed seemed to be shaking with us.

"Sven..." 

It was different from before. There was something in our love making. A mix of working him so close to the edge and the stress of the previous day brought out something different in him. Something I hadn't seen before in my giant goof.

He grunted low in Swedish. His hand gripped the covers by my head. My legs gripped his waist tighter as I began to groan.

"K-Kiss me. Please kiss me." 

His mouth crushed into mine and swallowed my scream as I came. He groaned and I gripped tightly, walls fluttering and gripping as his seed filled me. I held onto him and kept the kiss until we were both down from our highs.

I groaned and snuggled him, whispering hoarsely. "You're going to be bruised tomorrow, I'm sorry."

"It would be the best bruise I have ever earned."

We shared a few more kisses before finally sliding under the covers. Our legs intermingled as he wrapped around me. I cuddled into the pillows and tried to get a few more hours of sleep but I had one last thing to share.

"Helga's Makeover."




My Swede (Sweet) Giant Ch. 03



"What?" Sven snuggled his face more into my neck.

"My favorite episode of my favorite cartoon, it's Helga's Makeover from Hey Arnold."

Sven chuckled quietly. "You like Football Head?"

I grinned happily as I began to nod off. "I did... I do." I felt one last kiss to my temple before sleep consumed me completely.



My Swede (Sweet) Giant Ch. 04



Guess who's back? Totally exhausted but I wanted to get this chapter in. Hope you like it.

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I finished squeezing off another yeast roll onto the parchment paper covered pan. It would take some more time for them to rise but it was worth it. I looked up to smile at Morgan who was still playing with the dough I gave her. A bare foot wiggled and bounced next to a socked one. I sighed.

"Beast..."

Our newest adoptee sat innocently just outside of the kitchen and would have gotten away with it if I hadn't seen the lace under his paws. He was a wonderful dog 2 year old mutt we'd gotten from the shelter after the incident. We loved him immediately and he fit right in after we adopted him, he just had a thing for Morgan's socks.

"Bad puppy." I washed my hands before walking over to retrieve another pair of socks from her baby bag. I kept it packed at all times as a safety precaution now. I also got decently dressed instead of lounging around in Sven's sweaters. I never knew when we'd have to run somewhere because of some young idiots.

Other than those additions and the new security system which was always on now, we'd mostly returned to our existence before. Sven called me wherever he had a break and I filled him in on our day so far. It usually consisted of what I cooked and 'guess where I found a sock this time' since I didn't start school until January.

With Morgan's feet covered once more, I rewashed my hands and started peeling sweet potatoes. It was a quick task as I was only really making dinner for 2 with some extra mashed and crushed for Morgan to try. I smiled at her as I started boiling the potatoes on the stove.

"Are you excited for your first Thanksgiving sweetie?" I leaned over to nuzzle her as she giggled.

Beast began barking like a maniac and racing towards the door. It was the name they'd given him at the shelter but he was the biggest sweetheart with ears and a tail. I heard panting and his tail whacking against the floor. I walked out of the kitchen to see Sven squatting down to play with his floppy ears.

"Hey baby, classes over?"

"Yes, the very last one is done. I go back Monday though." He pouted and I laughed and walked over then bent to kiss him.

"You'll be on winter break soon." I took a moment to appreciate his form. His shirt was a striking emerald and I unsnapped the top button to reach in and stroke his chest. 

He groaned and wrapped his arm around my hips, pulling me closer. I smiled as he put his head against my stomach. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too." The craziness just seemed to bring us closer. Every time he came in, it was as if we'd just seen each other after months apart.

Sven bent to hook his shoulder into my hip and stood slowly. I laughed as I draped over his shoulder, feet off the floor. Beast barked and jumped at his feet. 

"Where's our little Morgan?"

"The kitchen!" I laughed and gave his rear a quick grip. I felt ridiculously high off the ground. He was so dang tall.

I watched the floor pass under us before he set me down at the kitchen. Morgan squealed and wiggled, reaching her hands up and squeezing her fists to show her eagerness to be in his arms. Sven scooped her up and I laughed as she got dough in his hair as she gripped his braid.

"Sven taste this..." I got a forkful of collard greens from a Tupperware container and held it up to his mouth. He opened up and I fed him.

He ate and groaned. "Good. So good." That earned him a smile and peck.

"Thank you baby."

The oven's ready sound went off and I winked at him, putting the rolls in the oven. I set the timer on the stove before I got snuggled into his side. I put my face in his shirt and breathed him in.

"Were you cooking all day?"

I nodded. "I want to make sure you both have a great first Thanksgiving."

Sven kissed my forehead. "I cannot thank you enough."

"Just making sure you're well fed." I laughed and hugged his waist. I hated to ruin the mood but I had questions. "Did she come back to class yet?"

"No." He sighed and kissed Morgan's cheeks. "No one knows where Melanie or the other girl is."

"That's frightening. And the dean is fully aware?"

He nodded. "Yes. There is a chance that I might not go back after Thanksgiving until we get this settled."

I pouted and cupped his face. "I know you love to teach... I'm so sorry all of this is happening right now."

"It is not for you to apologize. As your husband, it is my job to protect you." He leaned in and I gladly accepted a sweet kiss.

Beast snuck his way between us and eased himself up; his maw reaching for one of Morgan's socked feet. I caught him in the act and tapped his nose. "Bad boy."

Sven laughed which made Morgan laugh and I had to join in. We were safe together, our small clan. I ushered them out of the kitchen so I could finish cooking enough for dinner.

I was going to cook a light dinner since we had such a big meal coming up but then I remembered I had to feed the gigantic Swede in the next room and cooked a little more and added some drop biscuits as well. I stuck my head out to see Sven resting on the sofa with Morgan on his chest. One of his hands reached down to pet behind Beast's ears. They were picture perfect.

"Dinner's ready! Wash your hands and come and eat."

I smiled as I watched him scoop up our daughter. 

"Come wash hands with Pappa."

I cooed and turned to make our plates and softened a biscuit with chicken broth into mush for Morgan as well as a sweet potato I pureed when I was making candied yams. Sven walked in and set her down in her high chair before hugging me to him. I shivered as he peppered kisses all over my cheeks and shoulders.

"Sven..." I moaned.

"I hate having to be away from you all day." He spoke it into the sensitive part of my neck which probably still had his teeth print in it from the other night. 

"I know but your Thanksgiving break started today. We can spend all day together now." I lean my head back and wiggled to kiss under his chin.

"Underbart." He groaned and found my lips for a deep longing kiss. I trembled against him.

"Dinner first though."

"Of course." He licked across my lips and I moaned out. "Have a seat, I'll feed Morgan."

I let him guide me into my chair and sit me down. He met me for another kiss that made me hungrier for him than the food. I watched as he went into dad mode to her delight. He made airplane and train noises as he guided food into her mouth with the small spoon.

Buttering my biscuit, I thought back to my desperation in the old apartment. I wondered what I'd do for us to survive if nothing had panned out. I didn't have enough money to get us home and I'd pawned what I could. How far would I have gone for us?

Sven's golden hair catching the light distracted me. He saved us. Even before the marriage, if it hadn't have been for him we'd have been in extreme dire straits. 

I took a bite of biscuit as he finished up and checked the heat of his plate before standing and putting it in the microwave to warm up. He wiped Morgan's mouth and hands and kissed her forehead. She cooed and reached with a grabbing hand until he let her hold his hair. After a few tugs, she seemed satisfied and released it. I returned and put his plate on the table.

"You're such a good Daddy." I leaned over and kissed him before returning to my seat.

"I hope so. I hope I am a good husband too." He smiled as he began to eat.

"The best, you are the absolute best husband."

I smiled and we ate and listened to Morgan's content cooing. I reached to play with her between bites. Sven stood and gathered the dishes when we finished. I scooped up my baby girl and walked out to sit on the sofa, beast curling around my feet.

Was it too idyllic? Did I deserve all of this? I hadn't made the right choices; let a man guide me instead of listening to my own heart, was almost in destitution from my own stupid mistakes. What gave me the right to be this content? How did I get to have the happy ending?

Then Morgan began to laugh, hard. Sven was making silly faces at her from within the kitchen as he finished a few last things. It made sense now. She was the most important and this made her happy, the fact that I was in love and happy as well was just a gift.

"Has the lawyer called back yet?" He called out to me

I had to think for a minute to remember what that meant. "Yes, he's getting the paperwork together and we should receive a package."

Sven dived headfirst into adopting Morgan once we'd gotten a few safety measures in place. He contacted a lawyer that would be quick and discreet. Now all that had to be done was to get a few papers signed, I hoped.

"Good." He came out with a big smile and made a bee line for us. 

I returned the grin and accepted the slow kiss that arrived when he did, melting into it. Morgan lifted from my hold for a moment before I was lifted as well. We settled again with me in his lap and our daughter tucked into the crook of his arm. Our movements disturbed Beast who stood and stretched each paw before once again returning as a foot warmer.

We stayed in a comfortable silence for some time before he began to speak. "I have always wanted this."

"Hmm?" I looked up at him, head on his shoulder.

"This. I have always wanted a nice family. I have my beautiful wife and child and now a dog. I am very happy." He cupped my hip.

I kissed his chin and smiled. "I wanted this too. How was someone as wonderful as you not married when we met?"

"I guess that I knew what I wanted from an early age. I also knew what kind of person I wanted to spend my life with. There were women, relationships, which seemed like it but were not. Then I meet you, Cordelia. I fall so far... so deep in love with you... I know it was fast but somehow I just knew that I could just be with you forever..."

"Sven..." I grabbed his braid to kiss him deeply but Morgan's sleepy fussing stopped me. I laughed. "I think we're disturbing her."

"Little Morgan is just sleepy." He chuckled and began to rock her and sing in Swedish. He wasn't going to cut an album anytime soon but his deep voice lulled her to sleep, her little fist gripped his shirt.

I watched her cling to her father and I wondered if John would have ever given her the amount attention that Sven did. His voice began to weigh on me as well. I snuggled into his chest and drifted off before the end of the song.

There was some movement but I only snuggled into him more. The expanse of his body nestled me into a deep comfort. It didn't matter where we were, our connection was home. The chilled sheets woke me and I sat up. His flaxen hair glowed in the low light coming through the window. 

"I am going to go tuck Morgan in and shower. You get comfortable." He pecked my forehead and I watched him leave through the bathroom to go across and into Morgan's nursery through the adjoining door. Beast followed obediently. We decided to have him share her room because she was what we wanted protected most.

I snuggled into the sheets, missing his body warmth already. The covers just didn't seem to warm me like he did. I waited until I heard the shower start before stripping down and entering the bathroom.

Sven was already undressed; his curtain of hair was loose and gliding over his shoulder. I smiled and ran a hand down his back. He turned and I grinned at him before reaching into the basket beside the clawfoot tub. I pulled out the soft wooden brush and slipped the strap onto my hand. Lifting one of those sculpted long arms, I began to brush in gentle small circles over the fingers, around the arm inwards towards his heart. I hummed a tune I'd heard him hum before.

"Cordelia..." His voice was rich like fine silk across my skin.

"Yes Sven?" I walked to the other side and lifted his other arm to do the same.

"Are you happy?" His voice held a hint of concern.

"Absolutely." I kissed his shoulder before brushing over it in the circles as well. I kneeled down and eased his legs apart so I could do the same from his feet up starting with his right leg. "You're worried I'm not?"

"I never expected my life to become so... crazy. I feel guilty that you and Morgan are in danger. A man should bring good things to the ones that he loves, not insanity."

I sighed and stopped my brushing, flipping the brush around so that the bristles were on the back of my hand. My palms rubbed up and down his hips as I kissed the space just below his navel. "Did you sleep with those girls?"

He was taken aback. "No. Never."

"Are you their father?" I looked up at him as dragged my lips across the base of his shaft.

He was puzzled by my questioning and distracted by the feel. He grew from semi hard to throbbing before my eyes. "Of course not."

"Then you aren't at fault here. Unless you raised them or incited this, hell not even then, these are women. We keep calling them girls but they're adults in the eyes of the law, above the age of 18. They're young, dumb women, baby." I licked my hand and wrapped it around him gently stroke. "None of this is on you. You've done nothing but protect us."

I shifted my hold and stood up so I could walk behind him and brushed his back and sculpted ass as I continued to stroke. "You're doing everything you can right now. I think if I'd let you, you'd hunt them down like some bounty hunter."

"I would." His voice was deep with arousal and I paused my brushing to grip a cheek.

"That won't work Viking God. Too many men in your profession prey on young women for people to take your side on this. I know you're not one of those guys but it's a lot of those guys out there, correct?"

"Correct." His eyes locked on me as I moved back to the front and shifted my hand again to stroke while I brushed. 

"So we leave them be. People like them either get with it or don't. They'll be their own destruction." I finished brushing his chest and smiled.

He sighed in temporary ceasefire. "Fine, but it is now your turn."

My hand was eased from him and he took the brush from me. He started out the same way I did but was shameless in his caresses and kisses as he brushed in circles over my skin. I gasped and groaned in pleasure as he continued.

"I do not want you to get confused..." He lifted my foot to get to the sole, making me squirm.

"Confused?" I giggled and flustered as he began to work up to my thighs.

"Yes. It may seem like you are helping but do not tell me not to worry. It is my right to worry about you. We are husband and wife now. Are we not?"

"We are." I shuddered as he eased my thighs farther apart and focused on the sensitive skin on the inside of the leg.

"We are a team. When you are not good, I am not good. When someone threatens you, they threaten me. And in the same, when you are pleasured, so am I." He leaned his head down and took a long lick of my slit, nearly making me climb his head.

"Oh lord..."

He laughed and turned me to face the wall. A gentle hand on the small of my back encouraged me to brace myself against it. Sven had quieted now and I knew why the second his wet thumb touched my rose bud. I gasped and looked back to see that soft goofy smile as he pressed it against me with gentle but persistent pressure.

I took in a deep breath and relaxed, doing my best to focus. My body slowly accepted the intrusion and I had to muffle my sounds in my hand as I stretched to fit. Once we were past the first knuckle, he slipped two fingers of the same hand deep within my center. I felt a bit like a bowling ball but when he began to pump, my brain became mush.

Moans and mewls erupted from me with every plunge. His fingers dragged across my walls and occasionally pinch the flesh between them, driving me crazy. The new sensations pummeled me and I leaked my approval down his hand as I muffled his name into my palm.

He kept up his pumping but never left it at just that. His fingers always seemed to be working their own independent missions to ruin me all within each thrust. My orgasm charged into me, bursting my body open in a siege of dulled whimpers and smothered shrieks.

Sven's strong arms caught me before I could hit the tiles and snuggled my quivering frame to him. My walls fluttered and gripped as he pulled his hand from me. He took the time to complete his brushing between sucking his fingers. I was dazed out of my mind.

He stood up with me in his arms and finally entered the shower. The icy water cut my afterglow short. We'd been so busy with each other that we let the hot water run out. I used him as a shield and trembled.

Sven laughed and washed us quickly. We rinsed and the freezing blast was finally turned off. I dried us with the towel before wrapping it around his hair. 

"Don't you dare catch cold!" I fussed at him in a hoarse whisper.

"I will not." He grinned and kissed me sweetly.

Needless to say the coldwater calmed us down a little. I snuggled into him. Soft cotton boxers trapped his thick member under the covers. He peppered my face with kiss, both of his hands in my panties, each gripping a bun. We fell asleep like this, close and sweet as if our dreaming was one long pause between kissing.

The next morning I checked on my apple pie as I watched Morgan half enjoy/half ignore her first Macy's Day Parade. She was once again, down to one sock. Her little brown foot wiggled in the air before it was snuggled under a blanket as Sven wrapped her up.

I'd just finished setting the table when Beast stood up and began to growl and bark, racing toward the door. I quickly rushed out of the kitchen and took Morgan into my arms from her father's lap. There was the sound of screeching tires outside. Sven rushed over and put a leash on Beast to keep him from running off as he opened the door.

On our doorstep was a matte black box with a big shiny black bow on it. It was about the size of a hat box. We stared at it before shutting the door and calling the police. Sven wrapped his arm around my waist and eased us to the back of the house, as far away from the box as possible as he spoke to the operator. Moments later the sound of police cars brought comfort to my fluttering heart.

Officer Kennedy, the same man who'd sat down with us last time, came with them and it was nice to see a familiar face. "I'm glad to see that you two are alright."

We nodded and Morgan looked up at him with her big eyes before settling back against my chest. I was sure she was more confused about the situation than anything. I stroked her back as I rocked. Sven hadn't let go of us yet.

"You said there was a car racing off when you opened the door correct?"

"Yes but I couldn't see it by the time I opened the door." Sven's voice held a hint of anger at himself and I hugged tighter to him.

"Well, we're questioning the neighbors to see if they saw anything. I'm just glad you took my advice and acted quickly."

"What was in the box?" My curiosity pressed to the surface of the situation.

The Officer rubbed his stubble ridden cheek and sighed. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that."

"I need to know. Was it a bomb?"

He shook his head quietly.

"I've got to know." I look to Sven for support.

"Yes. It is imperative." He nodded to me and I smiled softly in gratitude.

Kennedy sighed. "Ramirez!" He called out the door. "Bring it in." 

Ramirez was a younger officer. His handsome face was apologetic as if with every step he was dragging the mud of a dark world across the floor of our clean lives. 

He handed the bag over, still out of our sight. Kennedy nodded to him and he turned and left, no longer trying to look at us or be seen. "Shield her eyes from this." He nodded his head toward Morgan and I covered her eyes with my hand.

Regretfully, he held up the evidence bag. Inside was a black Barbie doll. She was in an oversized sweater, her long brown plastic legs hung out from underneath. She was supposed to be me. They'd even braided the hair. Around her neck was a noose made out of vivid red hair and across the sweater in blood red letters was one word: SOON.



My Swede (Sweet) Giant Ch. 05



Hello everyone. This chapter is FINALLY UP. I have some news to drop in December. Good news so everyone chill out. Also, chapter 3 is officially fixed on the site so if you haven't read the whole thing then please go do so. Or don't, you're an adult. Anyway, enjoy the chapter. 

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I did my best to gather myself but lost it as another climax knocked me forward with shuddering sobs. Sven's strong arms caught me before my face could connect with the closet wall. His hips kept thrusting into mine, dragging my orgasm out through his steadfast rhythm.

We were closed off, rutting on our knees on the floor of his closet. Rutting was the best way to describe how we'd been since things got crazy. My sweet Sven had become insatiable.

Enclosed spaces seemed to have the most sexual pull. We'd had sex in every closet, the panty, and in an empty bath tub. I guess between the cop on duty outside and the constant fear of the unknown, the enclosed space was comforting.

His large hand cupped me breast once he was sure I was secure enough in his hold and the other hand went down to strum my clit. I whimpered as my walls began to flutter and grip at him even more. My head dropped forward as I groaned out his name. With one last orgasm, I felt my body go limp. The delicious feel of his seed spraying inside of me was an afterthought in the haze of my pleasure.

He panted and snuggled me close, covering my face in slow soft kisses. That was always how he was after it, my same loving, goofy, sweet husband. I shivered and met his kisses. I opened my mouth then stopped but it came up anyway.

"Is there a reason you've been trying to knock the bottom out of me recently? Not that I'm not grateful but..." My voice was hoarse and soft.

Sven raised an eyebrow at me as he snuggled me tighter to him and eased us onto our sides next to leather boots and under a rainbow of button downs. "Knock the what?"

"Why are you fucking me so hard?" I didn't have the energy to sugarcoat it.

He curled around me and put his bicep under my head as a pillow. "I love you so much Cordelia. Please don't leave."

I gasped and turned my head to look at him. "Is that it? Is that why you've been acting so weird?"

"I keep waking up day after day wondering if this time will be it. That you will wake up and see that I am not worth the trouble that I seem to keep bringing to you." He quieted.

"Sven, you beautiful big dummy, I'm never leaving you. I am NEVER leaving you. I love you and this is a flash in the pan in our life together. Do you hear me?" I looked into his eyes.

His eyes were filled with nervous uncertainty but it dissipated just a little under my reassuring gaze. "I do not deserve you."

"Sure you do." I pecked his lips and snuggled against him. "My legs are jello, you're on baby duty."

"Of course vackra fru." My eyes closed and I felt his kiss on the apple of my cheek. I knew he wasn't fully convinced but my exhaustion coupled with the wonderful feel of his body made me drift off.

I woke up snuggled under one of his overcoats with my head placed on an extra soft sweater. My body was sore and I didn't want to move but I knew I had to get up and finish packing. Tomorrow we were flying to Alabama.

My clothes were outside the closet but since I still had our mess sliding down our inner thighs, I bypassed them and headed for his bathroom. The entire room seemed so lonely. Sven had been sleeping in my room since our first time and only used his bedroom to get dressed. 

I enjoyed being only two doors away from Morgan but eventually I wanted us to sleep in this room, at least, if we stayed here. The way things were going, we wouldn't. I ran a hand across his dark comforter and remembered being warmed by his embrace for the first time and how many sleepless nights and dead batteries it had caused.

I seemed to be reminiscing more and more these days. I loved Sven but this whole situation weighed on him. His worry showed on his face, in his movements, the way he treated us. Morgan couldn't nap without him checking on her numerous times and I was getting fucked into a stupor constantly. Some time away was exactly what we needed. 

If they could find that little red headed bitch, I'd choke the life out of her, resuscitate her and start again. She'd just up and vanished. Apparently, she was a Canadian citizen and her parents up north hadn't heard hide nor hair of her for three weeks. This was apparently a thing for her because they didn't feel it necessary to tell anyone.

I couldn't talk. When was the last time I'd talked to my family? Here I was, about to pop up on their door step with a husband and a baby like 'How ya'll?' How was that going to go down? The black sheep of doctor family returns for Christmas like some kind of Hallmark movie. Will I teach them the true reason for the season?

The humorless laugh left my lips followed by a few tears down my cheeks as I closed and locked the door behind me. I didn't want to fuck this up. Sven was the best thing that ever happened to me and I didn't need for it to go to shit. Was it? Were the pieces falling down about my head and I just hadn't noticed yet?

No. I was losing it in the worst way. I took a breath and focused as I turned on the shower. I couldn't project my failures elsewhere on my marriage. It was under enough stress as it was and didn't need my nonsense.

I twisted up my braids and looked for a hair tie to pull them up. A bonus of having a husband with long hair is the constant availability of hair accessories. I found a stretchy thin headband and bunned the braids. They needed to be redone but that could come later because they were at least still presentable. I dreaded having to untangle it all when the time came to take them down.

Before I hopped in the shower, I reached back and unlocked the door. I wasn't going to cry so there was no need to hide from an already fragile and worried husband. Carefully, I walked under the water, avoiding wetting my hair.

The stone shower did a great job radiating heat and even in the cold air, the parts of my body not directly under the stream of water felt warm. I smiled and grabbed the soap he used. I gave it a quick smell to make sure the scent was neutral enough before beginning to wash.

It was nice to have this quiet time. I reached back, circling my thumbs on the sides of my spin, massaging the sore muscles. Self care was one of my favorite studies when I was in college. The control we have over our own bodies fascinated me. I could see now how it would since it seemed I'd never had much autonomy in my life.

I lifted my foot to massage my arch and my body just gave. It could have been the workout Sven had been giving me, or the heat, or the stress of the past few weeks but it was lights out. I didn't even feel when I hit the floor. 

A pen light was being shined into my eyes when I woke up. I batted it away and was surprised to see an IV in my hand. "The hell?"

"Glad to see you're awake Mrs. Aas." I heard the cheery male voice before my eyes recognized the doctor. He was a beanpole of an older white man. A head full of white hair made his age harder to guess.

"Uh, glad to be awake. I'm sorry for cussing." My voice didn't sound like me own. It was hoarse and small and a touch stifled.

"Don't be. I'm sure the last thing you remember is the kitchen, right?" He asked with an eyebrow raised

"Shower." I corrected.

"Another sorry about that, we sometimes have to ask tricky questions to rule out abuse. From what I've heard from your husband, your life has been a little crazy huh? A stalker, a new baby, new marriage, all within the last year and you planned on traveling tomorrow, you're taking on quite a lot."

"I guess so when you spell it out like that." I couldn't help but chuckle.

"And your daughter is nearly 7 months old, correct?" He checked the papers in his hand.

"Yeah, on the 28th she will be." 

"Are you still breastfeeding?"

"Of course." I smiled softly.

"Well, you may need to think about switching to formula because you just cannot maintain the same energy during your pregnancy."

"Pregnancy?" The word sounded foreign as if my brain refused to process it just yet.

He nodded slowly. "You are nearly 6 weeks and to put it in no uncertain terms, your body is kicking your ass. You can't be nursing and pregnant AND under this stress level. Also, you're anemic. It's like a very unfortunate game of bingo and I'm sorry but you've won."

I laughed nervously before just covering my face with my hands and letting out a low moan. I wanted to have children with Sven but I didn't expect it be so soon and under these circumstances. "Jesus Christ...."

"Listen, you've got to slow down and get away from all of this. Hell, move to Vermont and make maple syrup. It's colder than polar bear balls right now but it would be quieter than this. Where's your family? Who's helping you through this?" His voice was filled with genuine concern.

"Doc, I like you, please don't make me cry." I sniffled and rubbed my watering eyes.

"Go back to wherever your husband's from, something, anything. You need a support system. A beautiful girl like you should have some friends tucked somewhere." 

I sniffled and shook my head.

He sighed. "I just can't in good faith let you leave here without being a voice of reason right now. You're hurting yourself and your child. I'm prescribing you some supplements and giving you some nutrition guidelines so we can perk up your levels. That blonde behemoth outside seems kind enough so I'm going to let you go home so neither you nor your little girl have to spend the night here. Here's my life prescription for you: get away from this, hire a nanny, and fix your family or start making a new one. You need the help. Alright?"

"Yes sir." I smiled softly at him. He was funny. I needed that. My eyes dried and I felt a little lighter.

"Now, do you want to tell him about the one on the way or should I?"

"I'll do it."

"Fair enough. I'm going to fill out some information so I'll give you some time alone. If you have any questions, page Dr. Nick Mayers."

"Will do, and thank you." 

He simply tapped my hand without the IV and Sven bumbled through the door with a bundled up Morgan snuggled to his chest as the doctor left. "What is the matter? How do I help?"

"Sven, calm down, I'm just pregnant." I slipped it in nonchalantly.

"Pregnant.... Gravid.... Oh my...." He looked so excited and so nervous and so wonderfully sweet. Morgan just sucked on her pacifier and watched her father's war of emotions with interest.

"Sven it's ok. I'm so happy. Come here baby." I reached for him with a soft smile. Now that I'd said it, I knew it was true. I was happy. 

He approached slowly and I pulled him forward enough so I could kiss all over his face and play with his hair which I now realized looked a hot mess. When did he last comb it? I began to untangle it with tired hands as Morgan wiggled from his arms to sit beside me on the bed and touch it too.

The idea of another life growing inside of me gave me more resolve. "Baby, do you have your cell phone?"

"Ja..." He smiled and I was finally seeing him relax under the petting and care. As he handed it to me, I wondered when the last time I just relaxed and touched him like this was. 

I urged him to pull up a seat and he did before laying his head back across my abdomen. Morgan laid down as well, her cheek against the golden curtain. I scratched the base of his scalp as I used my other hand to dial the most important call I'd probably make in my life. Of course it went to voicemail.

The beep triggered me in the best way. "You know who this is. You've always known who this is and that's ok. This is the last time I'm calling you, ANY of you, so you can act or not. It's your choice. This is my husband's cell phone, not John's. I haven't seen him in a long time and you would know this if you called me back but since you haven't, I've got a megaphone to speak to you on your high horse. I need support. Not financially, because I've got that, but familial. I have a daughter, her name is Morgan, and I have another child on the way and I'm going to have them grow up with family. If you don't care fine, but know that I WILL be creating a supportive environment for them even if I have to drag my black self to Sweden to do so. Yes, Sweden, I'm talking full Tina Turner. See your grandchildren then. Ball's in your court. Bye."

I pressed the off button in a sense of triumph and Sven burst into chuckles against my stomach. "Full Tina Turner...."

"Was it too much?" I bit my bottom lip but he just shook his head.

"Not at all, I think it was really good. I wouldn't mind if we had to move back but its freezing and my family will always be over, always. Just a forewarning"

"I think it will be ok." I laughed and kissed him. I was eventually discharged and sent home. Sven pretty much carried me the whole way and nursed me the rest of the night. Morgan kept me company, scooting and rolling around the bed, only settling when I read or distracted her. I used the breast pump and bottle to feed her when she needed milk, to prepare her for the switch to formula. She fussed at first but eventually settled.

Sven rocked her to sleep and put her to bed, before snuggling next to me. I shook my head and pulled his upper body into my lap so I could stroke his hair and pet him as I reclined against the pillows. I stroked my hand across his chest.

"They are going to call." He assured me, lifting the hand to kiss before letting it continue.

"It doesn't matter. We'll make it. Speaking of, Sven, how do you talk to your family?"

"We send really long emails to each other every day or so. It is almost like a family newspaper. Everyone talking about what they are doing in a long chain."

"Have they seen us?"

"Ja. They always go on and on about how beautiful you both are. I may have to strike a brother or two."

I laughed and kissed his cheek. "You're so silly."

He gave me a dour face. "I am serious."

I laughed harder and pulled him to me to snuggle. We stayed like that for a little while, nuzzling against each other and sharing kisses. Finally, we spooned and fell asleep.

I woke up in a shock to Beast's barking and the doorbell ringing constantly. Stumbling over a waking but confused Sven, I threw on some leggings and pulled off my night cap. The police would have informed us if it was Melanie.

"Cordelia, what is-"

"Get Morgan!" I could hear her crying, woken from her sleep by the chaos.

I rushed downstairs and looked out the peephole. My heart stopped in my chest. I unlocked the door and stared in shock at my parents, siblings, their significant others and children, and my paternal grandma. Every last one of them was bundled up like Eskimos and my mother's face was livid.

She grabbed my arm and yanked me aside before laying a swift swat to my backside and continuing to do so to punctuate her words as she spoke. "Gon' leave a disrespectful message on the voicemail like you grown. Gon' take my grandbabies and move to Sweden. Ain't leave no damn address, had to make your brother look you up in his systems at work. Gon' get married and ain't invite no one to no damn wedding. Gon' have a baby and not tell nobody. Got us out here in this cold weather cause you want to act a fool. Got to learn from the officer outside yo ass is getting stalked by white girls."

"Mama! Mama stop!" I tried to reach back to shield myself to no use. My mother was an expert as whooping.

"That's enough Patricia, I think she gets it." My father cleared his throat.

"No she don't." My mother would not be deterred. "Cause if she did, she would leave better messages than 'call me, please call me'. Tell somebody something. Call you brother or sisters. Keep calling."

Sven came down the stairs with Morgan in one arm. "STANNA!" We all stopped and stared at him. He was still shirtless and towered over us all. "Everyone inside, please."

My mother opened her mouth to say something but my father held up his hand and ushered everyone inside. Released from her hold, I was eased behind Sven by his long arm as everyone filed in. I looked out the door to see the officer leaned against his car, sipping coffee and watching the whole thing. I sighed and closed the door, locking it behind me. My rear burned from the spanking. I hadn't had one that bad since I was a kid. We stood around, staring at each other for a few seconds before my mother reached for Morgan. 

"There she is. Come to grandma." Morgan looked up at Sven but he eased her over. She adjusted a little before snuggling into my mother for the first time. "Oh... Corey, she's so beautiful. Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I missed you so much. I missed so much...."

She began to cry then began to cry and it was like the faucet was turned on for everyone. The nickname didn't help, only my family every called me that. I walked closer to her and wrapped my arms around her. "I'm sorry Mommy!"

I sobbed against her shoulder and felt my brother and sisters lean on, as well as my grandmother. Soon even my stoic father joined us. I couldn't see Sven or the others for that matter but I needed the heap of healing. I needed my family again.

We stopped eventually. Everyone needed a seat and to remove the heavy coats and sweaters. Sven excused himself to put on a shirt as my family crowded around my mother holding Morgan. I took the time to see my niece and nephew from my oldest sister. My niece remembered me but the boy was only a few months when I left. He was distrustful at first but eventually fell asleep against me. It was two in the morning so I was sure they were both tired. I guided them upstairs and made palettes on the floor of Morgan's room so they could sleep before coming back down.

My poor husband had made it back just in time to be put under the magnifying glass. I came in during the middle of his questioning. My father was doing the grilling now. "So why did you wait so long to marry Corey?

"I- uh..." Sven struggled.

"Was she not good enough? Did you have to see what kind of mother she was before you could marry her? I'm curious."

"Sven married me within two months of meeting me." I bounced down the stairs and sighed. They were here so there wasn't a real reason to lie to them. "John ran out on us when Morgan was barely 6 weeks old, signed over his rights and everything. Then I met Sven and fell in love."

"In 2 months?" My father narrowed his eyes.

"Yes sir." I wasn't going to back down from defending my husband.

"You love my little girl?" His attention turned to Sven.

"There is no question of it."

My father turned to me and sighed. "Are you happy?"

"Yes sir."

He rubbed his gray stubbled chin. "You are both on probation. I made everyone take a sabbatical and we are ALL going back to Alabama in January. I'll make some calls to the nearby Universities. What do you say Mama?"

My grandmother folded her worn hands, toughened from her years as a nurse but bejeweled from her life as a doctor's wife. She nodded sagely. "I've still got some connections I can call up. We'll get this boy a new position and make sure this mess don't follow him down."

As much as I loved my family I could see our lives falling back into the same pattern I had to speak up. "I'm going back to school for liberal arts." My father looked disgruntled but my mother patted his thigh. "Sometimes you just have to let things go dear." She turned her focus to me. "Fine but within a year of your degree you better do something with it."

"Deal." I turned to Sven and hoped and prayed that he could take the micromanaging that was sure to come.



My Swede (Sweet) Giant Ch. 06



The feedback emails have been my everything. This is the new update. I hope it's everything you've wanted.

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I sat on the floor of Sven's closet, tucked into the farthest corner. My tears wet my knees as I tucked my face further into them. It was too much, it was all too much. I was nauseated and exhausted constantly. Morning sickness wasn't really a thing with Morgan but this one was awful. I hated everyone and everything and all I wanted to do was run.

My family was the same one I'd left. Of fucking course they were. What had it been? Two years? What had I honestly expected to change? Can you miss and love someone but realize they were bad for you? Could you love someone from afar?

I needed them though. There were days I could barely walk. I couldn't play with my daughter like I used to. At night I looked to Sven, too weak for sex. He held me close but even still I felt a distance growing between us. My family was tearing at the sides of it, turning it into a chasm. Sometimes I looked into his eyes and wondered if he saw me as myself or one of them.

Just when I thought that everything was as awful as it could get, the doll parts started showing up. They were little legs, arms, and torsos from black Barbie Dolls. They came from different locations, like a damn network of assholes. How in the hell could two little bitches pull this off?

My tears mixed with the lotion on my skin making a sickly slick feel against my cheeks. I retched. With a shove, I threw open the closet doors and scrambled up, nearly falling over the figure sitting in front of them. I made an apologetic moan as I ran into the bathroom and vomited in Sven's toilet.

As I clung to the porcelain, I heard the door close and lock behind me. I whimpered and retched before another spew in the bowl. His large hot hand rubbed my back in slow circles as I coughed. I should have recognized him when I almost kneed his face.

"Were you listening to me cry?" The sound of my voice had a tinny tone as it bounced off the ceramic.

He sighed and kissed my back in a soft line up my spine through the moist shirt, wet with my sweat. "I will always find where you hide Cordelia."

I moaned and whimpered, wiping my mouth as I turned to him. His hair was in uneven braids and I knew my niece had got to him. I smiled softly and sighed. "Do you still love me?"

He looked incredulous and shook his head, breaking my heart before I heard him speak. "You are crazy, how could I ever stop loving you?"

My body slumped in relief but I just shook my head. "Why? Look at what I've done to you!" I sat back on my heels as I let the tears start streaming. "I have a girl stalking you, my crazy family is here, Morgan isn't even a toddler and there's another baby on the way, and look at me! I'm like the walking dead." 

He started to laugh, hard. It was the first time I'd seen him laugh in so long, full on guffawing in his adorable goofiness. I began to giggle, softly at first and then growing. Sven eased his way behind me and pulled me into his lap.

"You have made me so happy; even now I am overjoyed just to hold you." He leaned in to kiss me but I put my hand up.

"Ew, vomit mouth, ew."

He chuckled and kissed my forehead. "Bedårande"

"What?" I melted into his chest and played with the buttons of his shirt.

"I guess the closest translation would be... adorable." He buried his face in my hair and I shuddered.

"You're so sweet to me... I love you so much." I had a brief bout of hiccups and he loosened his hold in case I needed to rush back to the toilet. I did.

As I hurled there was a steady rapping at the door. Sven rubbed my back as he called out. "Yes?"

"Sven, Morgan is fussin' again." My sister was on the other side. Our daughter had taken to only being soothed by her father recently.

"I am on my way." He stroked my hair but I pushed at his hip.

"Go." I groaned and put my forehead against my upper arm as I draped my upper body over the bowl. "I'll be fine, just go."

He kissed my neck, causing me to shiver a little. I wiggled out of his lap so he could stand and leave. My skin chilled in the emptiness he left behind.

I grumbled and released before lying down on the cool tile floor when I had nothing more to give. My hands slid down the front of my body and I let my fingers temple over my lower stomach. I took a slow breath.

"Alright kid, listen up..."

I don't know why I paused. Was I actually expecting a response from our unborn child? What would I have done if I'd heard one? Besides the point...

"I should probably apologize for bringing you into chaos. You didn't ask to be here, so I can't be upset if you're making me feel like I'm in a tilt-a-whirl. HOWEVER... can you lay up just a bit? I mean... I'm not asking for much... OK?"

Of course I was left with silence. It was just me and Cletus the Fetus in there. I took a deep breath and eased my way to standing. It was time to go back downstairs. I brushed my teeth and headed down.

I saw Sven first. He was lying on the floor with Morgan cooing and wiggling on his chest. One of his legs was bent and up so that my nephew could use it as a bridge for the new toy truck he got for Christmas. The smaller braids of his hair were getting braided into bigger plaits by my niece. Once again he'd been saddled with the children while the adults did god knows what. Yes, it was adorable and he loved kids but it was too much. I marched into the kitchen to see my grandmother cooking. 

"Nana, where's Rita?"

"Shopping with your mother and Joanna..." She didn't even look up as she continued to cut the dark collard greens and put them in the sink to wash.

"Where's her husband?" I crossed my arms.

"Out with your father and your bother..." She sighed. "You should go ahead and get to your point."

I gritted my teeth and drop to a level where only she could hear me. "It ain't my husband's job to be no damn nanny."

She didn't even flinch. "Who you gon' tell but me? They in your house, they the ones 'taking care of you in your time of need'..."

"But got you cookin..." I slumped into a seat at the table and put my head in my hands with a groan.

"As I said, who you gon' tell but me?" I felt for my grandmother. She'd known a life of work and yet even after she'd married into wealth, she still worked for family. "You really comin' home?"

"Do you think I should?" I looked up.

She lifted her head and turned her mouth. "Cordelia... I told them not to name you that. Always gon' be somebody's victim. Well child, this ain't King Lear. Live your damn life."

"I'm thinking about going to Sweden..." I sighed.

She smiled. "Take yo ass up there and freeze, it's still better than this."

I chuckled and draped across the table, putting my cheek against the cool wood. "I love you Nana."

"I love you too, Cory. You want these greens spicy?"

"Oh yes ma'am please!" I giggled and sighed.

"That's my girl."

I watched her cook before falling asleep. It was peaceful and I didn't even mind when I was lifted up from the seat. The coolness of the quilt on my cheek made me stir. Morgan was sleeping on a baby blanket spread out on the bed a few feet from me. I watched her wiggle cutely as she dreamed.

The weight shifted on the bed before I felt Sven snuggle into my back. He was so big and warm. I put my hand over his when he settled it over my stomach. 

"You are supposed to still be asleep." He whispered into the back of my neck.

I moaned softly. "Is this a nice nap time for us?"

"I could not help spending this time with my family." He kissed my shoulder and cheek before burying his face in my hair.

I melted in his hold. Morgan's soft breathing was like a dreamy melody around us. I took a deep settling breath. "Sven?"

"Yes?" His thumb swiped back and forth across my navel."

"Let's go to Sweden for a while..."

"Truly?" He gently turned my head so we could lock eyes.

I nodded and leaned up to kiss the tip of his nose. "It doesn't have to be forever but maybe just until the baby is born? As soon as the morning sickness calms down a bit, let's just go."

He ginned big and goofy and met me with a deep kiss. "We are going."

"I love you, my sweet husband." I whispered against his lips and leaned up for another kiss.

"I love you too." He groaned between pecks and pulled me closer. I shivered as he sucked in and pulled back. "I need to call the lawyer; maybe we could expedite the adoption since we're leaving the country."

Making sure I didn't wake Morgan, I wiggled onto my back so I could look at him better, still careful to keep my voice low. "When was the last time you spoke to him?"

"It has been some time. I was worried about your health." He stroked my cheek and I leaned into his hand.

"We'll call on Monday; my family will be leaving this weekend. Swear that." He chuckled and I smiled and nibbled his thumb.

"Underbart." He put his forehead to mine.

I let out a soft elated sigh. "Gosh, I thought I'd never hear that beautiful word again."

"You are going to hear it all the time. I will make sure to say it." Sven kissed my across my forehead in four soft pecks. A tear ran down my cheek. I loved him so much that it ached inside of me. He kissed it away and wrapped his arms around me. Morgan began to whine a little as she readjusted. "Sorry my little one, sorry..."

We held still in our embrace until she settled again and her breathing deepened. "I think we're in the clear."

"This is the longest you have gone without illness."

"Shh!" I hissed in mock harshness. "Don't jinx it."

He chuckled as quiet as he could and just held me. We didn't speak anymore. He just rolled me back onto my side and resumed snuggling behind me. Eventually, the safe feel of him lulled me into a peaceful sleep.

The morning sickness returned when I woke but I was happy just to have had that solid night of heavenly sleep in his arms. I even smiled as I hugged the toilet and retched. I may not have been in control of my body but I could start taking control of the situation.

As gently as I could, I begin to make hints that my family should leave. My grandmother helped, not so gently. At some points, she was damn well rude about it.

"Dammit Patricia, it's already January! Don't you have some rich white folks to keep from dying?" We all looked up from our plates to stare at my grandmother. Apparently she had had enough of my mother's stalling. 

"Mother!" My mother flustered and huffed. "I've heard you well enough! We're leaving tomorrow."

My siblings didn't say a word, neither did my father. He knew better than to go against his own mother. My brother spoke up finally, breaking the tenseness.

"Well sis, it's been fun..." There was a sly little mirth to it.

I couldn't help but grin at him and pinch his arm. "Happy to see you all grown up, Eric."

We knocked heads as he tried to hug me and laughed. The whole mood of the room lightened and we were able to eat dinner in peace. My brother had become regulator of the family and I wondered quietly if it'd break him.

They left the next day with little fanfare. There were hugs and kisses goodbye. We shared well-wishes and loving even if unsolicited advice. Before she entered the car, my grandmother cupped my face in her well worked hands. The precious metal of her rings was cool against my skin.

"You are not your name. You are not the victim." She kissed my forehead. "Call often, learn the language, do your best."

I smiled at her and nodded. "Yes ma'am."

She grinned and gave Sven one last hug and Morgan a kiss on the cheek. My heart broke just a bit as I watched her enter the car and the caravan of my family drive off my driveway and down the street. Sven's arm wrapped around me and I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

"I will be."

It was strange at first, that next day. My family, who had been so far at first and then too close, was now at my fingertips. We texted when they arrived back in Alabama. They sent pictures of the house, the kids sent me drawings. It was all so new to me and pleasing. I didn't even care about the little black plastic leg in the mail.

Sven sat on the floor with Morgan, his long blonde hair freshly washed and glossy. I was stretched out on the sofa, watching them. There were longer stretches between my retching. I was getting better.

"I left a message for the lawyer..." He looked up at me and grinned. I flushed. It wasn't right for him to look that good.

"I'm sure he'll call you back today." I bit my lip as I watched him.

He flipped his head over her, hiding our little girl behind a curtain of thick blonde strands. She squealed in delight and ran her fingers through it, tugging a bit. He grunted and chuckled.

"Keep on playing and you'll be bald by the time she's in preschool."

"Do not jinx me." He chuckled and scooped her up, freeing his hair before flipping it back behind him once more.

I shivered and grinned. How long had it been since I was able to play in that flaxen dream? When was the last time it draped over me?

Patiently, I waited and watched. Morgan stretched and wiggled and stacked her wooden blocks with dull pleasing clicks. Eventually she began to tucker out. She snuggled against Sven and began to drift off pleasantly.

"Let me go tuck in this little princess. Need anything?" He stood and I watched him.

I didn't trust my words so I just shook my head and gave him a soft smile. He leaned over and kissed my cheek before carrying Morgan off upstairs. I sighed and sipped more water.

Finishing the glass, I went to the kitchen for more before I headed up the stairs to his room. On a whim, I stripped nude and wiggled under the covers. I pulled the sheet over my head.

I could hear Sven's footsteps on the stairs in the quiet darkness. My hand snaked its way down my front to flick my clit back and forth with my middle finger as I listened to him search for me. He called my name downstairs but I bit back chuckles and moans as I waited for him.

Sven slowly made his way upstairs and I heard the door ease open and the light click on. "Now now... my wife is missing and I know not where she is... Could she possibly be in here?"

I was an obvious lump under the covers but I loved the fact that he played along with me. My finger traced further dipping just the tip within me. I shivered as I heard him walk closer.

"What is a Thunder God to do?"

I squealed with a mix gleeful laughter and sexual need, snatching at the sheet with my free hand as the other sank my finger into me. Sven was watching me, shirtless and glorious. "Oh gawd yes..."

He laughed and climbed onto the bed, crawling over to straddle me above the sheets. "I thought you would enjoy that."

"Uh huh..." I moaned out, working the finger within me. 

He groaned as he realized. "Oh no no sweet wife, you must not start without me..." He moved to the side and flipped up the covers to dive underneath.

I laughed and tried to catch him, arms wrapping around his waist as he spread my thighs. Sven nibbled from my navel down before peppering kisses across my lips. I shuddered and buried my face into his denim covered thigh, lifting my hips for his attention.

"Sven... I've missed you so mu-CH!" I cried out as his tongue dragged slowly across my clit.

"I have missed you so much my Cordelia." His finger slipped in where mine once was and pumped slowly as he attached to the nub with tight suction.

I groaned and bit his hip as I bucked against his face. Without him I'd become so pent. It wouldn't take much more for me to peak.

He added another finger and really dug into my walls. It was only about my pleasure. There was no teasing. I sobbed against him as I edged closer and closer.

Sven sucked and pulled and the engorged flesh as my hands traveled to claw his back. I was near climbing him as the tension finally broke. Biting hard onto one of his cheeks through the jeans, I screamed my throat raw with the much needed release.

He slipped his fingers out, lapping and sucking over the quivering flesh as I rode the electric wave of my orgasm. Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks and onto the jeans before I collapsed back against the pillows. Sven gave me a few more licks before settling his head against my thigh, his hair blanketing my skin. He said something mumbled under the covers and kissed my skin closest to him.

"Baby... I so can't hear you." I whimpered hoarsely.

I watched him lift the covers and grin sweetly at me, sucking his fingers with one eye hidden behind his long locks. "Min älskade, my beloved. You'll learn my language soon enough."

I grinned with lazy spent joy as I watched him. "I'll have the best teacher."

He chuckled and there was a dull ringing far off. At first I thought it was just the blood rushing through my ears until I realized it sounded too electronic. He noticed too and sat up.

"The lawyer, I will return!" He somewhat stumbled out of the bed, making me coo at his adorableness as he scrambled out of the room for the phone.

I closed my eyes and breathed in what was left of his scent as I listened to his conversation downstairs. It started out calm and happy but my eyes popped open as I heard what sounded like swearing in Swedish. I sat up weakly, leaning against the pillows. 

"Sven?" I called out to him. There was silence but I heard his footsteps on the stairs. He leaned quietly in the doorway, cell still in hand.

"John has contacted the lawyer..."