"Of course," I fake a smile too, even though inside I'm definitely not smiling.
He takes me by the shoulder, bringing me into him, the top of my head resting right under his chin.
"We should start thinking about names."
"Isn't it too early?"
"No. Not when I can't wait to meet the life we created, little tigress." His voice holds a certain melancholy.
One thing is for sure—Enzo already loves this child deeply. The problem is that no matter how much I tried, I also fell more in love with my little one with every passing day. The sound of the heartbeat had shocked me, but it had also inexplicably delighted me.
The weeks pass, and my sickness slowly disappears. I'm still easily tired, but I've been sleeping more and limiting my movements.
When the nausea finally subsides, though, the cravings start. And something else too…
Since the pregnancy had been confirmed, Enzo had barely touched me, afraid he might harm the baby. Though I'm grateful for his consideration, it's been killing me. More so as I advance into the second trimester of the pregnancy.
I'm constantly thinking about sex, and I find myself wet more often than not, a hot need burning inside of me. But no matter how much I'd tried to get him to fuck me, he just wouldn't.
"What if we hurt the baby?" he'd ask, pushing at my shoulders after a heavy make-out session.
"We can go slow," I'd add, though we've never done that before. In a way, I can see why he'd be so wary.
At the initial check-up, the doctor had pulled me aside to ask if I was in an abusive situation. I guess she'd seen the bruises and bite marks on my neck, not that I'd done much to hide them. I'd been extremely embarrassed as I explained to her howI'd gotten those marks, barely refraining from telling her that Enzo's body is even worse. At this point, I have no doubt that his back is permanently scarred from my nails.
But when I'd told Enzo about that, he'd looked distraught.
"Fuck! I didn't think it could affect the baby!" he'd exclaimed, before declaring that he wouldn't touch me anymore.
I'd been flabbergasted, but I just thought it was a passing phase for him and that he wouldn't actually commit to it. Well, he'd surprised me when he'd persisted with his crazy idea.
We still sleep in the same bed because he needs to be close in case something happens, but he makes sure to put a barrier in the form of a pillow between us at night so we don't even touch.
Does he realize the number of times I've dry-humped that pillow at this point?
I'm close to my boiling point, and increased libido coupled with unsatisfied cravings equals a very cranky Allegra.
"Damn it," I kick my foot against the table, irritated and wanting to scream at someone. It's close to three a.m., and I've been ransacking every corner of the kitchen trying to find something to assuage my sweet tooth.
But I'm craving cherry cake… and there is nothing even remotely similar or satisfying.
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ALLEGRA
"Little tigress…"I turn to see a sleepy Enzo come into the kitchen. He's wearing only a pair of sweatpants, so his chest is bare, muscular, and ah…
I clench my thighs together, once again hit by a combination of lust and hunger—but now it's cake and sex combined.
Damn it!
"What's wrong?" He immediately comes to my side, sporting a worried frown. "Is it the baby? Are you feeling ill? I can call 911," he continues, and my annoyance increases.
"Stop," I put one hand on his arm, squeezing it, and the other to my forehead, massaging my temples.
Just at that moment, my stomach growls with hunger. Enzo's eyes widen before a smile stretches across his face.
"What do you want to eat?" he asks, amused.
