In less than a minute, I was in the shower, warm water cascading over me, washing away the gel and the dried tears from my face. Probably less than a minute after that, Nate was standing there at the shower entrance, naked too, his cock thick and hard, his hand wrapped around it.
“Mind if I join you?”
I nodded, soaping my breasts, knowing that his attention was becoming fixed on them.
My own need was there, building as I watched him take care of himself, his attention on me almost too heavy.
“You look so fucking beautiful.”
I didn’t question him or argue back. As big as I felt some days, I knew he saw me differently, a mixture of the attraction we had to start with, combined with me carrying his child.
“Can I?” I gestured to his cock.
Watching him pleasure himself was heady, but I wanted to be part of that, not just the visual.
He nodded, taking hold of my hand when I was close enough, the jets from the shower set to a gentler pressure. He guided my hand up and down, his head tipping back and resting against the tiles.
“I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry for this.”
I shook my own, my hair starting to get damp from the spray. “I get it.” Because I did. Because this was relief. This was intimacy, when the intimacy we both wanted couldn’t happen right now. This was me showing him that he mattered, because tonight, he’d shown that to me.
He came with a groan, coating my tits, a sight that made him groan again. After the five breaths he took to recover, he picked up the shower gel and started to wash away his cum, tenderly running his hands over my breasts and the swell of my stomach.
It took barely a few minutes, tiredness starting to reclaim us both. Shower off, and I found myself being dried off carefully, feeling that little flutter in my belly that made me think our boy was liking this too.
I found underwear in my bag and a T-shirt of Nate’s, wanting his scent after so long of sleeping without it near. He pulled me close when he got in bed next to me, his arm coming over my side, his hand covering some of my belly. I fell asleep with his lips pressed against my shoulder, feeling calmer and safer than I had done since I’d taken that test in Genny’s office.
“Shhhh, she’s still sleeping!”
“But–”
“Daddy, tell Zara to be quiet!”
“I don’t think it matters any more. Amber’s awake.” Nate’s voice made me realise this wasn’t a dream.
My eyes fluttered open. He was standing there with a daughter on either side, his arms around their shoulders, and I wondered if this was how lions felt at the zoo when they woke up to see visitors watching them.
I didn’t sit up. I didn’t feel like I had the energy to right now, but I had two little girls who were looking all wide eyed. Just like they would at a lion at the zoo.
“Hey. You’re all dressed for school.” Libbie had her uniform on, and Zara wore her little sweater with the school’s emblem on.
“Daddy said we had to go, but we wanted to see you.” Libbie stepped closer.
I stretched out an arm and beckoned her closer. She came straight away, giving me a big hug.
“Aunty Jez said you were poorly, and we had to be really quiet so you could sleep.” She hugged me harder.
“They were worried about you. I know you need to rest, so I’m sorry we woke you up,” Nate said.
I looked over Libbie’s head at Nate. He was wearing joggers and a T-shirt. I suspected he hadn’t been out of bed long.
“I’m okay, Libbie. Just really tired. I’ll see you when you get home from school.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead before Zara came forward for the same. “Be good at nursery.”
They didn’t leave the room, still staring at me.
It was then I remembered they would have a sense of foreboding familiarity with the situation. Chan got sick not long after Zara was born, and there was only a couple of years between the girls. If Libbie had any strong recollections of her mother, it would’ve been of her in bed, probably poorly.
“When you come home I’ll be up and awake downstairs. Why don’t we watch 'Tangled'?” It was their current favourite.
