Sliding my hand under the sheet, I put my arm around her waist and pulled her as close to me as her belly would allow. She shifted, moving her head so that her face was nestled into my neck. That small movement felt familiar. Only it was a move I usually did.
“You up early.” She spoke quietly into my skin. “You okay?”
I chuckled inwardly while rubbing her back. Every time I did something that she felt was out of the norm, she’d asked if I was okay.
“I’m good,” I assured her. “You sleep okay?”
“Like a baby,” she replied. “But not like our baby. Our baby has absolutely no respect for my sleep.”
I rubbed her belly and kissed her cheek.
“My legs are a little sore.”
I smirked. “That’s what happens when you get up on a horse in your condition.”
She looked up at me and smiled, squeezing my dick under the covers. “I made that horse spit while I was up there though. Didn’t I?”
I nodded, kissing the tip of her nose. “Rode that muhfucka like you was a professional.”
She pecked my lips and put her face back in my neck. Being back inside of her again felt like having my own little slice of Heaven. Everything felt the same but better. Her pussy felt warmer, wetter, and tighter. I assumed it had a lot to do with her being pregnant. And as soon as I found out for sure, I had every intention on plugging her up again.
“I’m gonna call the doctor’s office in a minute to make the appointment,” she said after a few seconds of breathing into my neck.
“Sounds good. You going to your regular pussy doctor, or were you getting someone new?”
“Why do you call her that? Is it so hard to just say GYN?”
“Nope. Not hard at all. I just like the way pussy doctor sounds. Now, are you going to the same one?”
“Yes. I am.”
“You wanna find out what we’re having?”
She lifted her head and nodded quick. “I do. And I was hoping you wanted to.”
“Yeah. I wanna know who I’m getting prepared for.” Whether a boy or girl, it didn’t matter to me. I just didn’t want to be surprised.
“I wanna do a reveal. Something special for the family.”
“Like what? And before you ask, yes, you can have whatever you want after the way you threw that pussy at me last night.”
“I figured you’d feel that way.” She winked and sat up on the bed.
I looked up at her sitting with her back against the headboard. I’d fucked her hair up. Her bun was now a loose ponytail. The glow on her face seemed to be permanent though.
“What do you think about a maternity shoot/gender reveal?”
“I gotta get dressed up? I ain’t tryna have my feet out and shit.”
She laughed, resting her hand on her belly. “I mean, you don’t have to wear a suit. You do have to let me dress you. And no, your feet won’t be out.”
“Aight.” I agreed reluctantly.
Pictures weren’t my thing. I was a live in the moment type of guy. But this was my first born. And after missing out on the first six months of memories, it made sense to capture the last few.
“Awww, forreal?” she asked, sliding back down in the bed, facing me.
I reached up and brushed my thumb over her nipple. She hitched in a breath but kept her eyes on me.
