Page 28 of Wait for the Dream

We chat for a bit longer about the things we are excited about. About Little Bear, and everything we need to be prepared for her arrival. Bailey may only be almost fifteen weeks pregnant, but the next 25 weeks will go by fast.

I walk into the apartment after class a few days later and am greeted with the sound of heartbreaking sobs. I'm immediately rushing through the apartment in search of Bailey.

I find her curled up in her bed, her laptop propped up on a pillow, tears streaking down her face, incoherently mumbling at her phone.

"Blue, sweetheart, what happened?" My tone soft, but urgent. I need to know what happened.

"They're best friends," The words are drawn out as she sobs into her pillow.

I take the laptop, set it aside and pull Bailey into my arms, "Bailey, are you watching Zeus and Roxanne again?"

"Don't judge me, Aiden. It's a great movie!" When she buries her face in my shirt, the fabric is immediately wet with her tears.

"Yes, it is, but you cry at this movie on a normal day," I don't say the rest of my sentence, but her pregnancy hormones have made her extra emotional. Watching her go to I need to cry movie was a severely bad idea.

The movie is about a man whose dog strikes up an unlikely friendship with a dolphin that a woman is working to rehabilitate after an injury. Not only do the dog, Zeus, and the dolphin, Roxanne, become the best of friends, but the man, Terry, and the woman, Mary Beth, end up falling in love as well. It's a sweet movie, but Bailey cries every single time.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asks, affronted.

I open and close my mouth a couple times, trying to think of an answer that isn't going to get me in trouble, but let's be honest, anything I say at this moment is going to put me in the metaphorical doghouse.

"Do you want to finish the movie? I can order ice cream?" I say instead of answering her question.

"Can you get popsicles instead? And maybe pickles? Ooh, you know what sounds amazing?" She says, and I cringe a little, because that combination already sounds revolting, but if that's what my girl and Little Bear want, that's what they'll get.

"What's that?" I'm scared to ask her.

"Tacos!" She groans, "Tacos sound amazing."

"Anything you want, sweetheart," I say, getting out of the bed, "I'm going to go put on sweats and order all of this for you. I'll be right back."

I turn to walk out the room, pausing at the door to look at her for a moment. She's already grabbed her laptop back and pressed play. I make a mental note to bring the box of tissues into the room with me when I come back, knowing I'm about to get sucked into a night of watching movies that make my girl cry.

Bailey

17 weeks pregnant

“Are you sure you’re okay if I go hang out with the guys?” Aiden asks. He’s been hovering a lot recently, like he’s scared something is going to happen to me and the baby. I have been feeling really good since we finally found a medication that keeps the morning sickness at a bearable level. Sleeping is a bit more difficult these days with my bump growing, it can be difficult to find a comfortable position. I have one of those pregnancy pillows coming today, so hopefully that will help me be a bit more comfortable at night.

My blood pressure isn’t always where my doctor wants it to be, the medication helps, but it’s not perfect. I’m doing everything I can to keep it down, but my body just doesn’t want to cooperate.

I saw something on TikTok that said that prenatal hypertension, pre-eclampsia, and morning sickness are all linked to the male’s DNA. I don’t know if that’s true, but I’m choosing to blame Douchebag Daniel for all the complications I’ve experienced.

“I’m positive, Bear.” I say, “have fun with the guys. We have a lot to do tomorrow before game night. As for tonight, I think I’m going to order take out, watch a movie before taking a bath and going to bed early.”

Since he stopped avoiding me after our almost kiss, Aiden has been home almost all the time. He won’t admit it, but he misses the guys. Maddox sent me a text the other night accusing me of holding him hostage, that’s when I decided I was going to push him out the door if I had to.

“I’ll be quiet when I come in so I don’t wake you up when I get home. It might be late, and I know you haven’t been sleeping well, so I don’t want to risk waking you.” He kisses my cheek before heading to the door.

“That’s fine. Have so much fun.” I say as I shut the door and lock it.

I head to the couch and scroll the food delivery app on my phone until I find something that sounds good to eat. Once my order is placed, I scroll three streaming services for a movie, before settling on rewatching a movie I’ve seen about a million times. Just as the nerdy girl, who gets picked on by the popular crowd discovers the guy she met online and has been texting for awhile is actually the star quarterback and the most popular guy in school, my food arrives. I really just needed something to keep me distracted while I ate.

I might have told Aiden the reason I wanted him to leave was because he never hangs out with the guys, but the real reason is I am in desperate need of a date with my battery operated boyfriend without having to keep myself quiet. I’m not typically a quiet girl in the bedroom, and having to bury my face in a pillow just isn’t doing it for me, so with Aiden gone, I’m going to let myself go a little bit.

I don’t even bother with clothes as I dry myself off from the shower and head toward my bed. I crawl under the covers, my skin hot against the cool sheets, before opening the drawer in the table on my side of the bed, I reach into the very back where I have the two toys I keep there, a pink vibrator and a clit sucker, and take out the vibrator. I turn it on, running it down my body, teasing my nipples in the journey south. A soft gasp escapes my lips at the jolt of electricity that comes from the sensation. I continue further down my body, teasing my clit, working myself up before I give my body what it really wants. I insert the vibrator into my wet center and moan loudly at the pure pleasure that overtakes my body. I work the vibrator in and out of myself, getting myself close to the edge before pulling back, never letting myself fall off the cliff. I use my free hand to tweak my nipple, imagining it’s Aiden’s hand instead of my own. The roughness of his hands would contrast the smoothness of my skin in a delicious way.

A fantasy takes over. In my fantasy, instead of the vibrator, it’s Aiden’s cock inside me right now, his hands are roaming my body. He would whisper dirty words in my ear as he brings me to the brink over and over again, never letting me fall over the edge.