Tonight we’re in that tricky middle ground where she’s angry at how her body looks, and I wish I could take away every insecurity so she could see herself through my eyes.
The thought sparks an idea.
I ease back to cup Charlie’s face in my palms. “I want to show you something.”
She furrows her brow. “What?”
I kiss her forehead. “You’ll see.”
I let go and lace our fingers together, guiding her into the bedroom. She reluctantly follows, her free hand resting protectively on her belly.
We come to a stop in front of the full-length antique mirror, its arched top framed by ornate gold detailing. It’s Charlie’s favorite piece of furniture in her apartment, so it’s fitting for what I have in mind.
“Heath, what are we doing?” she asks, her voice thick with exhaustion.
I motion toward the mirror. “Stand right here.”
She shuffles forward, frowning at her reflection. I move behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder.
“Tell me what you see, sweetheart.”
She sighs and points accusingly at her stomach. “This thing is so massive I can hardly shave my legs anymore, and I can’t even hug you without it getting in the way.” Her fingers trace over the thin, silvery marks decorating taut skin. “And these stretch marks are everywhere. I’m practically a walking roadmap.”
I nuzzle my nose into her neck. “What else?”
Charlie squeezes her breasts. “These are so swollen, and they ache all the time. I can barely stand to wear a bra anymore.”
“Anything else?”
She nods, glancing down. “My feet are swollen too, and none of my shoes fit. I might as well throw them all out, along with my dignity.” Her hands drop to her sides, shoulders slumping as she glares at her reflection. “This exercise is stupid and it’s making me feel shittier about my body.”
I graze the shell of her ear with my mouth. “Want to know what I see when I look at you?”
She meets my eyes in the mirror, her eyes brimming with tears. “What?”
I run my hands over her generous curves and across the swell of her belly. “I see my gorgeous wife carrying our baby girl, and it’s so fucking hot, I get hard the second I touch you.” I thrust my hips forward, pressing my stiff cock against her ass so she can feel exactly what she does to me.
Charlie lets out a little gasp.
“And these stretch marks,” I continue, trailing a finger along one of the silvery lines, “are a part of the masterpiece. They’re proof of how healthy and strong our baby is. Every single one reminds me how much you’ve sacrificed for our little peanut.”
I unclasp her bra with my other hand, letting it drop to the ground. Her heavy breasts spill free, heaving with every breath, her dark nipples already tight and peaked.
“These are so damn sexy. I cup them gently in my hands. “I can’t wait until they’re swollen with milk. I may even have to get a taste for myself,” I whisper in her ear.
A soft cry falls from Charlie’s lips as I pinch both nipples simultaneously, rolling and tugging them enough to make her tremble against me. My hand slides down to her hip, and I carefully unclip the insulin pump from her waistband and set it on the armchair beside us.
“Your swollen feet remind me how brave you are for managing diabetes on top of pregnancy.” I kiss the side of her neck. “You’re a warrior, and I’m in awe of you every day, hellcat.”
“Swear you’re not saying all this because you feel bad for me,” she whispers.
I tip her chin up. “Never. I mean every word, and I’ll show you exactly how much.”
I bend forward and tug her panties down her legs, my mouth following the path with soft open-mouthed kisses as I gently tap each leg, so she raises them one at a time. I toss the fabric aside and quickly strip out of my boxers. My cock springs free, hard and throbbing, aching to sink into Charlie’s sweet pussy.
Once I’m naked, I press back up against her, running my hands along her hips. “You ready to be fucked like I’ve been dying to since the second I saw you standing in that closet?”
“Yes,” she moans breathlessly, pressing against me. “I need you.”
