#ms fleming

They didn’t have phones like this in the 80s but that’s not my problem😔

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕤 (𝕆𝕠𝕙)

𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

This is a pretty self-indulgent story, based on a dream of mine and recent events. Timeline won't be perfect, and I know the Mother of Lesbians' t-shirt isn't new, don't come for me. Just let me enjoy my family ;) Hope you enjoy it, too.

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I’m drifting in and out of sleep when I feel the bed dip. I can smell her perfume first, and then I feel her warm body press against mine. She snakes her arm around my waist, and I roll into her. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. 

“Mm, wasn’t really sleeping,” I say, and she snorts. 

“Babe, you were snoring,” she says, nuzzling her face into my neck as she holds me from behind. My fingers lace with hers as she holds my belly. 

“How was the show?” I ask, my thumb rubbing her hand as she holds me. 

“Amazing,” she says. “Every night is amazing. I can’t believe it ends tomorrow,” she sighs. 

Lisa is on Broadway at the moment, performing in a little show called Heathers. She has been amazing. I have loved seeing this side of her so much. And she looks so beautiful as Ms Fleming.

“It went so fast,” I agree as she kisses my neck softly.

I first met Lisa on the set of The Parent Trap. I was fresh off a plane from my home, Australia, and somehow I got a small part in the Disney movie. So small you wouldn’t even notice me unless I pointed the character out to you, but on the set, I met Lisa Ann Walter and Elaine Hendrix, and we all hit it off. They were both older than me, by a mile, but they took me under their wing and never looked back. 

Lisa and I seemed to click differently from Elaine and me. And don’t get me wrong, I love Elaine, but I loved Lisa more. When she got a divorce, I held out hope that we might be more than friends. But then came the next husband, and two more kids. And I love those kids, I love them like they are my own, but I wanted Lisa too much to be happy about the marriage. Thankfully for me, it didn’t last long. In the end, it was actually Lisa’s son Jordan who told her to open her eyes and see what was right in front of her. Me. I’ll always be thankful to him for that. 

And that’s how we fell into the classic friends-to-lovers trope. I helped her raise the kids, and then we had another kid of our own. Bella, my beautiful little firecracker. She was conceived via IVF with Lisa’s egg and my womb. I basically just cooked a baby for my wife, and I’m not complaining one bit. I thought Delia was like Lisa, but god Bella is a carbon copy of her. She’s eight now, absolutely obsessed with everything Lisa does. Wants to be just like her when she grows up. 

You’d think after five kids between us we’d be done, but nope. Here I am, all swollen and full of baby again. Three weeks away from my due date with another little miracle. My egg this time, which makes it all the more exciting. I wonder what a small version of me would look like. Lisa circles my belly slowly as she relaxes. As much as she loves being on Broadway, I know it takes a toll on her body. We’re not spring chickens anymore, she likes to remind me. My pregnancy is classed as a geriatric pregnancy, which is fucking rude cos if I were geriatric, I wouldn’t be able to get pregnant. 

“You’re coming tomorrow, right?” She whispers. 

“Of course I am,” I say. “You think I’d miss your closing night? No way,” I say as I roll over to face her, my belly pressing into hers as I look at her face. She’s taken her makeup off, her skin is shiny from her nighttime moisturiser, and she has a small bit of mascara still smudged under her eye. I reach my thumb up to wipe it away, and she smiles, sighing at my touch. 

“I love you,” she whispers, and I lean forward to kiss her plump, juicy lips. 

“I love you more,” I say. “Ready to sleep?” 

“Just wanna cuddle my beautiful wife for a little longer, she says, kissing me again softly. We make out like horny teenagers for a while until her eyes grow heavy and she starts snoring softly in my arms. I press another kiss to her cheek and close my own eyes. I thank my lucky stars that I get to wake up next to this woman every day. I’m obsessed with her, probably her biggest fan. And being married to her hasn’t been bad for me, either. There have been moments where we’ve both struggled for work, of course. Scraping by on pennies and food stamps. But we always had each other, and that’s all that matters. 

I got a small part on Grey's Anatomy because of her. She took that role because it was my favourite show, and I went along with her to watch. Casting got wind of the fact that I acted, too, somehow. Lisa still denies mentioning me to anyone, but I doubt anyone knew who I was without her saying anything. Either way, I had a small role as a doctor that lasted six episodes. I loved it, and I fangirled hard over Ellen Pompeo. It was embarrassing. 

Lisa and I have fun together; we always have. She’s what they’d call a hoot. Sometimes I just stop what I’m doing and pull her into my arms, just to check she’s real. She makes my life so much richer just by existing. 

When I wake in the morning, she’s still holding me. I don’t want to move, but my back is stiff from lying in the same position all night. I groan as I try to move and unintentionally wake her. “Sorry, baby, go back to sleep,” I whisper, stroking her hair. 

“What time is it?” she asks, and I look over at the alarm clock on my side of the bed. 

“7:00 am,” I say. “Go back to sleep.” 

“No, I’m awake,” she yawns. She looks so beautiful in the morning, eyes full of sleep and hair messy around her. Her cheeks are flushed when she first wakes up, and she looks gorgeous. “What are you staring at?” she chuckles, and I shake my head, leaning over to kiss her. 

“I just can’t believe you’re mine,” I say. 

“Sweetheart, we’ve been married for almost twenty years, gotta get used to it someday,” she teases, pulling me closer for another kiss. She pulls me on top of her, and I straddle her waist, big ol’ belly in the way as she cups my cheek and kisses me again. 

“Mommy!” a small voice says, pushing open the bedroom door, and Lisa groans underneath me, making me giggle. I flick my hair over my shoulder and turn to face our daughter. “Eww, are you kissing?” she asks, her nose turned up as she climbs onto the bed. 

I climb off Lisa with a groan and head to the bathroom. I can hear Bella telling her all about school, about the project she did yesterday and about how excited she is to go and see the show tonight. We decided it was only fair that she be able to see the last show. And everyone in charge agreed she could come. We have seats front and centre, and Bella hasn’t stopped talking about it all week. 

I do my business, wash my hands and grab my coconut cream from the bathroom. “Who wants to rub cream on mommy’s belly?” I ask, waddling over to the bed. 

Lisa raises a brow at Bella, who shakes her head. This amuses Lisa greatly, and she lets out a deep, throaty laugh. Like the laugh of someone who smokes a pack a day, which she doesn’t and hasn’t for a long time. 

“C’mere, I’ll do it,” she says, sitting up in bed. I climb on the bed with about as much grace as a reversing dump truck and sit next to her. 

I lift my pyjama top over my tummy, and Lisa pours some cream into her hands, rubbing them together to warm them up before smoothing them over my stretched skin. “I can’t believe he’s going to be here soon,” she says, smiling as she massages over my stretch marks. 

“Mama, it’s a girl,” Bella says, and Lisa chuckles. 

“Could be,” she says. “But I think it’s a boy.” 

“As long as it’s not twins, I don’t care,” I say, rolling my stiff neck as she massages my belly. 

“Trust me, hon, you’d know,” she laughs. “I think you’re just full of fluid. Or a really big baby, maybe a linebacker.” 

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” I laugh. 

“Mommy, can I brush your hair?” Bella asks, climbing off the bed and grabbing the hairbrush. “Mama and I can look after you.” 

“Okay,” I say, knowing I don’t really have much of a choice. Bella climbs on the bed and drags the hairbrush through my hair, pulling my head back. 

“Hey, gentle,” Lisa says in her mom voice, and she smiles up at me, green eyes twinkling under fluffy lashes. She looks so beautiful like this, my Lisa. The Lisa that the cameras don’t get to see. My wife. 

“You’re looking at me like you want to devour me,” she whispers, and I laugh. 

“Because I do,” I whisper back, wincing as Bella pulls my hair again. Maybe another boy wouldn’t be too bad. Though knowing our luck, he’d be just like his sister. 

“I can’t wait to watch Mama on stage,” Bella says. “I am going to clap so hard!” 

“Yeah?” Lisa grins. “Well, thanks, baby.” 

“Is everyone coming tonight?” I ask. “All the kids?” 

“As far as I’m aware,” she smiles proudly. It doesn’t happen often, so I know she’ll be happy if everyone can make it. 

“Okay,” I say when Bella yanks my hair again. “Maybe it’s time I finish that myself, hm?” I suggest taking the hairbrush. 

“Why don’t we go and make breakfast?” Lisa suggests. “The boys might wake up if they smell food.” 

“Or I could jump on them,” Bella says with a cheeky giggle, her red hair bouncing. 

“Yeah, no,” Lisa says, climbing out of bed. She grabs her robe and pulls it over her body, her nightgown clinging to her curves in a way that makes my mouth water. “Quit lookin’ at me like that,” she laughs, and I climb off the bed, smirking. 

“Can’t,” I shrug. “Stop being so sexy, and I’ll think about it.” 

“Gross,” Bella says, walking out of the room. Once her footsteps have descended the stairs, I push Lisa against the wall and kiss her hungrily, squeezing her breasts as my tongue slides through her mouth. 

“Baby,” she moans. “We don’t have time.” 

“I know,” I sigh against her mouth. “Maybe we can make time once Bella goes to school,” I suggest, and Lisa smiles, the apologetic smile that tells me she might already be gone by the time I come home. 

She kisses me again, softer this time. “Tonight,” she says. “After the show, we can celebrate.” I nod, knowing she will probably be far too tired tonight but feeling hopeful anyway. 

Lisa and Bella cook a full breakfast of bacon, eggs, waffles, and pancakes. Bella is well and truly stuffed by the time she heads off to school. Simon offers to take her for me, and I accept the offer willingly. Driving is getting much harder now, and I don’t have the energy for fake drop-off chit-chat with the moms who don’t really like me. 

“That boy's a saint,” I tell Lisa, watching her get ready. “They both are.” 

“They have their moments,” she laughs. “C’mere, beautiful.” 

She pulls me into her arms and holds me, just holds me. “I love you, and I can’t wait to see you in the audience tonight. You know I perform better when you’re there, my lucky charm.” 

“You’re amazing whether I’m there or not,” I remind her. “But I also can’t wait.” 

“What is it that the Aussies say instead of break a leg?” she asks, and I laugh. 

“Chookers!” 

“Chookers,” she repeats with a grin. “I’ll be saying that to everyone tonight.” 

“Chookers, baby,” I say, kissing her again as she grabs her car keys. “See you tonight.” 

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I’m holding Bella’s hand as we walk into the theatre, and Bell gasps when she sees the stage. “Mommy, look!” she exclaims, eyes wide. She has Lisa’s eyes, a true spit of her mama. 

“I know,” I grin, helping her into her seat. “Hi!” I say when Elaine comes rushing over and pulls me into a crushing hug. 

“Hi, sweet girl! Look at you, my goodness!” 

“I know,” I say, rubbing my belly. “Feel like I’m gonna burst.” 

Elaine and I chat for a while as people take their seats, and my phone starts buzzing in my pocket. I have an alert set for any time Lisa gets mentioned on social media. 1. Because I love her and 2. So I can do damage control if anything bad is posted. 

Right now, all I see, though, are pictures and videos of Elaine and me hugging. A tweet pops up of me, looking huge in front of the stage, holding Bella’s hand as I talk to Elaine. With the caption ‘Mrs Lisa Ann Walter is here! Look at her being such a supportive wife.’

It makes me laugh, and I press like on the photo and comment that they could’ve got a more flattering photo. I notice a gaggle of young girls whispering and screeching as they look at their phones, and I assume it’s them, so I wave in their direction, and they all start giggling again. 

“Fans?” Elaine teases as we sit. 

“Of Lisa’s, yes. Fans of me by association, I guess.” 

All of the kids arrive, hugging me before taking their seats. With partners included, we take up the whole front row. Lisa will love that. 

The lights dim, and everyone goes quiet, and I remind Bella to stay in her seat and make no noises, and I watch as the show starts and her entire face lights up. I can see her on that stage when she’s older, the star of her own Broadway show. It makes me smile. 

Our girl comes on the stage, and Bella waves at her, and Lisa breaks character for a second to wave back. Bella giggles in her seat, and her big sister Delia high-fives her. I think I spend more time looking at our family than watching the show, and by the end, we are all standing, screaming, cheering, and clapping. I can tell that Lisa is pleased with her performance by the way her entire face is lit up. Because I can read my woman like a book. A cast member brings her flowers, and she gives a speech, crying as she talks. I hold my hand to my chest as I watch the way she so passionately speaks about the show and the people she’s grown to love. I know we will be back to see this show and these people again.

Bella holds her arms up and jumps on her seat, and Lisa laughs, leaning forward over the stage for Bella. Jordan quickly lifts her, and Lisa holds our baby's hand while she finishes her speech. One of the other cast members takes Bella’s other hand, and she joins in with the final bow. Elaine captures it on video for me, thankfully, because I’m too busy crying. 

Lisa blows kisses to everyone and then blows a big one to me before she, Bella, and the rest of the cast leave the stage. Elaine wraps me in a hug, seeing how hormonal and emotional I am, and I know there will be another bunch of pictures on the internet tonight. We wait behind for the theatre to clear before bumping into a few stragglers. 

“Hi,” A young girl says. “Can you please give Lisa this shirt?” 

“Why don’t you give it to her yourself?” I suggest as my wife walks towards us, a wide smile on her face. The girls scream, and it is ear-piercing, but she doesn’t even flinch. 

Lisa has always been amazing with fans. She gets close, hugs them, kisses them, accepts gifts, chats with them like they are old friends, and takes a million selfies so they have options. She has so much patience, unlike Bella, who wants to go home. 

“We’ll take her back,” Simon says. 

“See you at home,” Spencer says, picking Bella up. She scrunches up in his arms like a baby, and I watch as she almost instantly falls asleep against his shoulder. 

“She’s getting so big,” Elaine whispers, and I nod. 

“Yeah,” I pout. Elaine is called away for pictures, too. Lisa is given a shirt that says Mother of Lesbians on it, which makes us both laugh very hard. And then the same group of girls from earlier come over. 

“Can we get a picture with you, too?” they ask, and it takes me by surprise. Sure, people want pictures of us when we’re together sometimes, but it’s not often I actually get asked for pictures. 

“Only if you get a better angle this time,” I tease, and the girls giggle. We take some selfies, Lisa gets in some too, and then someone takes some group pictures for us. It’s actually fun, I usually get bored waiting by the stage door. 

“You were amazing,” I tell Lisa once we’re alone and walking to her car. 

“Yeah?” she asks, carrying a bag of her belongings as I carry her flowers. 

“Yes,” I confirm. “Turned me on, you were so good,” I whisper, and she smirks. 

“Get in the car, you horn bag.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I laugh, climbing into the passenger seat of her car, ready to spend the next few weeks with my girl, enjoying the uninterrupted alone time. 

Lisa holds my hand while she drives like a pro. It’s incredibly sexy, and all it does is make me hornier. Bella is in bed, and the boys announce they are going to see friends for the night. Which means we finally get our uninterrupted alone time. 

“You’re not too tired?” I ask, and she shakes her head, kissing me eagerly as she removes my clothes with a practised ease. “You sure?” I ask once we’re both almost naked. 

“Stop talkin’,” she chuckles. “Get on the bed, gorgeous.” 

I climb onto the bed, sitting up against the pillows. It’s the only comfortable position besides being on my side. Lisa opens my legs and crawls up the bed. “God, I can smell you,” she groans. “So wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper as she kisses the inside of my thighs. She knows the exact spots that drive me crazy, and she pays particular attention to them before diving tongue-first into my core. 

“Oh shit, Leas,” I moan. 

“You taste like heaven, baby,” she says, swirling her tongue around. I can just about see her over my belly from the way I’m propped up, and fuck does she look sexy like this. Naked, on her stomach, tongue in my cunt and eyelashes fluttering as she swirls her tongue around. Sometimes Lisa and I sit in bed and read fanfiction about her. It is incredibly hot, and we usually end up getting so turned on that we fuck. But my point is, in the fanfiction, they always get something right– she looks like an angel while she eats pussy. And that’s a fact. 

“Your clit is so swollen,” she says before licking it. “My poor girl was desperate to be touched, huh?” 

“Yes,” I whisper moan. “Baby, give it to me.” 

“Oh, I will, sweetheart, don’t you worry,” she says as she slides two fingers into me. She expertly curves them up and hits my g-spot as her mouth wraps around my clit again and sucks. I move my hand to her hair, wrapping the red curls around my fingers and pulling her closer. 

“Yes– right there– oh fuck honey,” I moan. I start to writhe my hips against her face, chasing the high. I feel the coil snap inside me, and I moan loudly as I come. Lisa moans against my clit, and I push her head away gently, becoming too sensitive. 

“Maybe I’ll do Broadway more often if it ends with this,” she says, and I laugh breathlessly. 

“Come up here and sit on my face,” I say, and her eyes widen as she pulls her fingers out of me. 

“Feeling ambitious, baby?” she smirks. “You sure?” 

“Or you can bend over so I can eat your ass. You decide,” I say, and she moans. 

“How about both?” she suggests as I shuffle down the bed so she can take a seat on my face. She lowers herself onto my lips, and my tongue starts moving quickly. I hold her ass, keeping her in place as I swirl my tongue through her delicious cunt. “Oh, sweetheart,” she sighs happily. “That mouth is the reason I married you,” she jokes, always a comedian. I smack her ass in response, and she groans. Lisa doesn’t really moan, she groans deep from her throat, and it’s the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard. 

I know she’s close when the groans start to get longer, deeper. And her hips start to rock against my face. My tongue moves to her clit, and I lick repeatedly like I’m licking an ice cream with the entire pad of my tongue. Her legs start to close around my head, practically suffocating me, but I keep going. I wouldn’t mind if I died like this, honestly. 

Lisa’s groan is loud as she comes, her whole body stills, goes stiff, and then she shudders as she relaxes. I pat her ass, needing air, and she shakily lifts herself, smirking down at me. 

“Such a filthy mouth for such a pretty girl,” she says, flopping down next to me. “I think that’s enough for tonight, you’ve ruined me.” 

“Good,” I smile, leaning over to kiss her. She tastes like me, and I taste like her. And our tongues mingle and intertwine as we kiss until we’re breathless again. 

Her hand moves to the belly, and she almost flinches when she touches it. 

“Honey, your belly is rock hard,” she says, and I nod, letting out a shaky breath. 

“Yeah, I’ve been having contractions since you made me cum,” I say casually, and she laughs; she actually laughs at me. She brings her lips to mine again.

“There’s no rush,” she smiles against my lips. “Let’s get some sleep while we can. Gonna be a big day tomorrow!” 

“Yeah,” I say, breathing shakily. “We’re having a baby,” I laugh deliriously, and she laughs again, pulling me into her arms. 

“Yes, we are,” she grins. “Our final baby.”

“Bet you didn’t think we’d still be having babies now, did ya?” I smirk, and she kisses me again deeply. 

“No, but I’d walk to the ends of the earth if you wanted to,” she says. “I hope he looks like you.” 

“Me too,” I smile tiredly, snuggling into her embrace. My breathing evens out pretty quickly, and I fall into a restful sleep, not waking again until my water breaks. Everything else happens in a rush, and before we know it, we’re holding our son in our arms in a private birthing suite. Lisa is kissing my head as she sits on the bed with me and we stare down at our gorgeous new bundle of joy. A boy, Lisa was right. Little Luca Anthony Walter. He looks like me, and I feel so full of love I might burst. 

“You’re incredible,” Lisa says proudly. “Thank you for another beautiful baby,” she cries, kissing me again. 

“I’d have a hundred babies for you,” I tell her seriously, and she chuckles through her tears, holding Luca’s hand. A few hours after his birth, the entire family piles into the room. All of our kids, Lisa’s sister, Elaine stops by, too. And my heart feels so full.