“You won’t be showing for a while, Audrey, but the bump’s here.” He points to my lower abdomen, tracing a barely visible curve. “This will be getting bigger pretty soon now.”
Once he’s done cleaning me up, Colt helps me sit, like I’m nine months along and incapable of moving without assistance.
“You’ll be insufferable until the baby’s here, won’t you?” I chuckle, weaving my fingers through his when he takes my hand.
The only answer I get is a kiss on the top of my head.
***
Colt
Addie’s asleep on the couch with our two dogs when I get home from work. The parrots are in their cages, and Jasper’s running around the backyard, chasing the cat. It’s barely six in the evening, but Addie’s been sleeping more and more as the weeks go by. Thankfully, tiredness is the only pregnancy-associated inconvenience she’s had.
She’s not been puking and hasn’t had a single craving. She’s just tired, falling asleep wherever and whenever.
We’re halfway there. At twenty weeks, her bump’s still small, but Dr. Jones says my son’s growing as expected and it might just be Addie’s physique.
The baby’s the right size and developing as it should. You have nothing to worry about.
Nothing to worry about...
Seriously?
I’m lucky if I go an hour without checking how Addie’s doing. I have no idea where she gets her patience from, but I swear she’s a saint when it comes to dealing with me. She takes my overprotectiveness like the good girl she is, putting my mind at ease at least twenty times a day.
Her bump’s now visible under her clothes, and she stopped fitting into her jeans last week... we lost a lot of hours going out and buying new clothes.
I cover her with a blanket, dropping a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Wrong choice.
She stirs, and her brown eyes pop open. “Hey.”
“Hey, baby. Sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She stretches out, smiling. “He kicked when I was having lunch. It’s the most bizarre feeling.”
I kiss her temple, draping my free hand over her collarbones. “Bizarre how? Painful?”
“No, not painful, just... weird. Nice, but weird. I’ll tell you if he kicks again, but right now, you need to let me go, or I’ll pee all over you.”
That’s one thing my brothers are united over: pregnant women have the bladder capacity of the kids they’re growing.
“What do you want to eat?” I shout after her.
“Italian, please. Bruschetta and gnocchi.”
I nod, taking my phone out of my pocket to order food.
She’s back moments later and straddles me on the couch, lips on mine, hips circling my lap, eyes hooded and dark.
I know what she wants. What she hasn’t stopped wanting since week ten, and I’m game, but... “I need a shower first, baby. I’ve been all over the place with work today.”
She’s clearly unhappy she has to wait but lets me go, pouting a little, arms crossed over her chest. Her pregnancy sex drive is off the charts. Not once and not twice, she’s barged into my office during my lunch break and had me eat her out on my desk. She’s all over me every morning, and the moment I get back home, then again before we fall asleep. Then, most nights, she wakes me up.
Logan said Cassidy was the same, but I never thought I’d be lucky enough to live that dream.
I’ve been making her come in a lot of different places lately, including her parents’ house, where we were for a long weekend. It was the quickest sex we ever had. Addie was so worked up she was digging her nails into my thigh under the table for ten minutes before I could come up with a plausible excuse to get her away.
