#biracial couples

[maccytabby1]

Male Pregnancy

[entertainmentgal8]

Jake's Love Language 💚

Warnings: Mentions Of Love-Making, Jake Being Jake, Time Jump, Little Bit Of Angst, Hint Of Pregnancy, And Lot Of Fluff.

While you are lying in the bed while sleeping in naked, Jake can't help but look that you sleeping so peaceful. However, he kisses your temple, and you wake up from your sleep....

"Hey cowboy, what up?" You rubbing your eyes.

"Nothing, just looking at your beautiful face and just to think that I'm can't believe that I'm one lucky son of a bitch." He smiles towards you.

"And, why is that, Mr. Seresin?" You ask him

"Because I'm glad that I'm met you. The first time you step in The Hard Deck is when I'm first laying my eyes on you. Plus, at first, you were suspicious of me because you thought I was gonna kidnap or murder you." He chuckled

"Well, that was my first instant in my mind. It's just that I'm don't want nothing bad to happen to me, you know?"

"I'm understand where you are coming from. But you know that not who I am, and if I'm were serial killer, I wouldn't be the man that my mama raised me that I am today." He smirks while he cuddles you.

"I'm know, I love you Jakey."

"I'm love you too, darlin." He said it in a southern drawl accent that you fell in love with when y'all first met each other.

Y'all start to make out once again, he giving you love bites on your jaw to your neck, while you moaning to his name....

"Jake, I'm need you, and I want you." You cooed

"You have me, babe, always and forever because you are my wife, and I gonna take care of you, so let me do my husband's duties." He said to you with full of love.

When he touches you, it's like ice melt in your body, the way he kisses you, you get a taste of strawberries like on a summer day. And when y'all make love, ever since y'all gotten married, that feeling still electric when you feel like you the only girl in the world.

Over the next two years, y'all two found a home to start your little family, plus it makes sense so Jake can be closer to his job. So one day while you scrolling through to see what kind of couch for the living room, you felt little sick in your stomach, so you went straight to the bathroom and you throw up, so afterwards you thinking in your mind that you might be pregnant. So you call your husband for a favor...

"Hey darlin, what up?" He answered

"Hey J, I'm need a favor." Your voice is a little nervous

"Okay, is something wrong, sweets?" He asks in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, while you are on the way home, can you go to the store and get me three pregnancy tests for me, please?"

"Sure baby, I'm gotcha ya, I go get it now alright?"

"Alright, thank you, Jakey."

"No problem, darlin', I'm be coming home soon, see you when I get there."

"Okay, love you, J," you said to him

"Love you too, sweets." He hang up the phone.

So after he came home from the store, Jake walked in the house, greeted, and hugged you tight because he knew everything is gonna be okay, no what matters life throws at them. And so you feel little nervous to take both of the tests but Jake is right by your side every little step in the way, so you went to the bathroom and took all the three tests and put a timer on and wait after it's rings.

"Hey, you know everything is gonna be fine, you know that right?" He comfort you.

"I'm know J, but what if I'm not ready to be a mom?, what if I-I'm not fit for it?, I really scare Jakey." You feel nervousness in your voice.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby, I'm told you when we got married, you know I always gonna take care of you till in sickness in health, for better and for worse. And be there for you regardless if I at work or home, you my number one priority and I'm love you sweets." He holds your hands while he comforts you with love.

"I love you too Cowboy."

*Dings*, the timer rings so y'all about to found out if you pregnant or not......

"Okay, you ready? On three: 1, 2, 3", y'all flipped both of the tests, and it's all came back to positive, meaning y'all is expecting your first child together.

"We gonna be parents, baby!!" You excited but nervous at the same time.

"We are baby, we are!, I'm looking forward to it be a daddy. He smiles and gives you a kiss on your temple.

Nine months later, you have been giving birth to a baby girl, and you name her Jade Alexis Seresin. She got beautiful green eyes and her nose shaped just like her daddy. You and Jake were over the moon that y'all became parents, and you named Bob Floyd & Natasha Trace as the godparents for your daughter. 💚

A/N: It's just a little burb story that I'm made, but it's a sequel but part 2 to Texan & Georgian storyline that I did, and sorry , I took my time with it, but I did the best that I could. I hope y'all like it.

[theadorkablescomic]

Can't believe I forgot to post it here! Happy Lunar New Year everyone! I hope you're doing well and eating yummy food!

[bestdressedcouples]

[tylerjeauxburreaux9]

YES.

I Agree with you, I do see him one of my kind

A little salt and pepper!

Hehehe and I def see the way he’s around one🙂‍↕️🤭

I guess,we make him nervous and shy!

And like you said some of his fans are just weird,some are racist too!

And hate to see him w one of us

But when that tay rooks come around

They ain’t got shit to say

We seee you Joe

[59wasthecodeshegave]

This is the picture that made my girlfriend cry.

She makes my world shine. I get lost in her eyes. I can’t help but look at her with wonder in my eyes.

One day I’ll call her my wife.

[doloresrojo]

No puedo dejar de ver este video/ I can't stop watching this

[drqueenb]

In-between all the droplets

I am walking against the crowds. In the famous bottleneck corridor which electrifyingly mirrors the irresistible and mellow deep waters of the sea turned river flowing behind the palaces and universities whose walls I follow, the speeding cars, the filled up buses, the merry groups of pedestrians, the flashing traffic lights and the obstinate orange halo of the streetlamps all participate in creating this tunnel-like sensation, the coming to life of more jammed life, the improbable encounters of high and low incomes, the mute looks scanning covered and uncovered bodies, the splashes of voices and laughters and cries. Like in my yesterday run, my pace is slower than usual, I am rolling on the sidewalk, the sticking gum under my sandal sole has hardened since this afternoon and I can only feel its subtle bump when it touches the floor. The air is heavy, cotton-like with heat and water: I am walking through an invisible cloud of steam and it seems to echo with my moist skin, overwhelmed by the intensity of the heat (airborne and sunborne, earlier) it has been met with since I stepped out of the house mid-afternoon. If hot humid air was a sound, it would be a repeated low and muted gong reverberating from my wet pores out to the zillions of floating droplets making up this ocean of heavy oxygen, in the already overloaded street artery. Never looking back, I keep taking my even steps forward, head high and eyes low under a suede beige cap. My lips are shiny red, another stop light for a few male gazes on the way. What do I look like to them, to the rest of this new world? In the interstitial space that is this blind and ubiquitous avenue, I think about the in-betweens, those which fills up the void before the other, before the next moment, before the next place.

Earlier this morning, I asked what I thought was a difficult question to my partner. Inspired by a novel I am currently reading and which explores the challenges faced by a biracial couple, I wanted to know why she, a Black woman, would ever want to spend the rest of her life, or at least a long time, with me, a white(-passing) person? How could she reconcile herself with the idea that I would never truly be able to understand the fullness of her as the veil of whiteness had blinded me in almost irreparable ways. While she admitted that we lived different lives in different worlds, she highlighted my racial ambiguity and transversal knowledge thereof, in addition to bringing up her need for novelty and difference in long-term love. She then returned the question: why had I never been with a white person before? More than the lack of erotic in white bodies, it was an urge to find my real self in the other’s eyes, face and skin that made me search in love for all that I was but that none could really see. But this was a double-edged sword; as much as I was never really white if juxtaposed with white people, I always ended up being the whitest when with my partner. Which was unfair as the real story was way more complex than that. She then brought up the analogous topic of gender roles and we agreed in our frustration with the rest of the world which seemed to never cease to seeing us as  the simple addition of two dichotomous representatives of gender poles whereas our life together and the arrangements and natural inclinations created a much more complex and subtle story about who we were. Not even to mention class issues. All in all, when together, we were far from being what we appeared to be: the categories never seemed to fit as they would encapsulate more than one facet which was split between us. I was the masculine West-African middle-class white-looking dictator femme; she was the feminine South-African upper-class Afro-American/British-looking motherlike woman. We were walking this path of life together, against all odds, and our mixed yet distinct identities, in themselves and with each other, kept echoing and merging and separating, like the humid heat that stuck to my skin tonight.