“Good morning my beautiful wife to be and mother of my babies. Did you sleep well?”
“Good morning hus…Oh shit! Gabe quick, move, I’m gonna spew, move!” I jump up and run to the toilet as fast as I can; realising the bath is nearer, I lean over and empty my stomach into it with so much force. That I empty my bladder all over myself at the same time, every time I heave, I wee. How fucking embarrassing and this is only the start, granted, I woke up busting and should have gone straight away, but Gabe was sucking my nipple and there was no way I was missing out on a chance of a bit of morning nookie, but now look at me, I’m mortified. He places a cold flannel on the back of my neck and my bath robe over my shoulders. I look up at him and burst into tears.
“I wet myself” I cry like a three year old. Not just a little cry either, I go into full meltdown. Ugly face crying.
“If I’m wetting myself now, what will I be like in a few months? I won’t be able to leave the house in case I cough or sneeze, I’ll be like the woman off of Little Britain, just pissing everywhere and the fatter I get, the worse it will get and everything will be all loose and baggy afterwards and I will have stretch marks and saggy tits.”
I can hardly speak between my sobs, my nose is running and blowing snotty bubbles and I’m a dribbling, hysterical mess. I really thought I had all of this under control, I thought he had helped convince me yesterday that I had nothing to worry about, and then scarier, more frightening thoughts come rushing into my hormonally afflicted, overthinking brain. “What if there’s something wrong, what if I lose them, what if they have learning difficulties or other issues and it’s because I’m old? I’ve been drinking and smoking, I even got stoned; there are so many things. So much that could go wrong. I’m so scared Gabe, I’m so fucking scared.”
He doesn’t say a word, he pulls a towel down off the rack and throws it onto the floor to soak up my mess, he walks across to the shower and turns it on and then comes back to where I’m kneeling in front of the bath, picks me up and walks into the steaming hot jets of water, still holding me, he slides down and rests his back against the wall and just holds me tight until I calm down.
“This has got to stop Lauren; getting yourself in such a state isn’t good for you or the babies. I love you, no matter what, I love you, no matter what changes this pregnancy makes to your body, I love you. I cannot wait to see your belly grow with my children inside, I cannot wait for your tits to get bigger and fill with the milk that you will feed my babies with, I can’t wait for any of those things, just the thought makes me realise that with every single day and with every single change in your body, I am probably just going to love you more and more. I don’t care about stretch marks and pissing yourself, it’s happening because you are growing my babies in your belly and I cannot begin to tell you, how happy and proud I am of that fact. Please, please believe me Lauren and stop getting yourself in such a mess, and for the record. Being the freaky weirdo that I am, thinking about all of those things is making me so fucking hard for you, I can hardly think straight.” He kisses my hair and my forehead, my nose, my eyes and my lips and despite my previous outburst of the last ten minutes, my out of control pregnant brain now just wants sex, right now, cannot wait sex! I straddle him, not breaking our kiss, he holds onto my arse cheeks as I lower myself down on him and he slides inside me, I suddenly stop.
“What…What’s wrong? Lauren. Did I hurt you?”
“Should we even be having sex, shit, is it safe?”
“Yes Lauren, I spoke to your doctor yesterday, all she was concerned with was that it might be painful for you because of the coil.”
I lean back away from him and shrug. “Feels fine to me. No pain whatsoever. Chop chop, get shagging.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll give you fucking chop chop, these mood swings are seriously doing my head in Lauren, I’ve got seven more months of this so don’t think you’re the only one that will be suffering.”
My first instinct is to cry because I feel like I’ve been told off but horniness takes over and I just kiss him instead, then proceed to shag him on the floor of the shower, then on the bed once we are done in the shower, and then I lean back on the bench top, when we finally make it to the kitchen to make coffee, as he goes to work on me with his expert tongue just a half hour later. He brings me right to the edge of orgasm, then slides me off the bench top, bends me over it and fucks me from behind, I come in an instant, he takes a little bit longer but with ragged breath and words of undying love, he eventually explodes inside me, his legs almost giving way as he does. He sits down onto the cold hard tiles, pulling me with him, still inside me.