“You are going to fucking kill me Lauren; I don’t know if I can keep this up for the next seven months, you’re an animal.”
I laugh as he kisses and speaks into my hair, his arms wrapped around me. My internal muscles squeeze together as I do and he leans around and looks at me as I turn my head to meet his eyes. They are the eyes I love so much to see, the eyes I have been waiting for; yesterday was the first time since the accident and his Dad’s death that I had seen that spark finally back in them.
“Tell me that was just your muscles moving as you laughed and not because you want to go for round four already?”
I shrug and look guilty. “What can I say? I’m a pregnant slut.”
He kisses my neck and pulls my bathrobe off my shoulder, grazing his teeth from below my ear, down my neck, across my shoulder, I shudder.
“And is it any wonder when you do things like that to me?” I grind into him.
“Lauren” He says my name right into my ear and his hot breath sends goose bumps across my skin; his hands come up and cup my boobs, his thumbs brush over my nipples.
“These are like bullets baby, I love it, I love you, but we have shit to do princess, twenty people will be descending on us later remember and as much as I would love to stay here and fuck your brains out all day, we need to get organised, it’s already past ten o’clock.”
I grind into him some more. “Pleeeeeeease… Just one more go.”
He bites my shoulder gently. “No Lauren, my children will be born with dents in their heads if I keep banging you so much.”
I stand up abruptly, making him hiss. He was getting hard again, shit; I should have stayed there.
“And so it begins, I said you would go off me and it’s happening already. I’m gonna have another quick shower with BOB.”
“No you are not. Go and get dressed, we have shopping to do and I have to pick Ava up. Unless you want me to go get her on my own.”
Bastard knows full well that I won’t let that happen.
“Fine, I won’t shower but it means I’m gonna spend the day smelling of fresh fuck.”
He stands up, hands on his hips, smile on his face and a semi on. “I love you smelling of fresh fuck, as long as it’s me you’ve been fucking, now go get your arse into gear, otherwise I will go to Nina’s like this.”
“Yeeeaaaaaah. That ain’t happening babe. You best get some clothes on too, else I’m firing up BOB.”
He chases me, screaming into the bedroom, we have a quick clean up with a flannel and throw on some clothes. Well, I throw on a T-shirt and am mortified when I struggle to do up my jeans, I can get them on ok, I just can’t get them done up, in the end, I have to lay back flat on the bed to get the zip done up, I put on my Converse and stand and face Gabe. His head jolts back, like he’s dodging a punch.
“Naa… Put a hoodie or something on darl, you’re not going out in just that top.”
“I’m fine, it’s not cold out, I’ll throw my hoodie in the car just in case.”
“I’m not worried about the weather Lauren, I just don’t want to be knocking blokes out every five minutes for looking at your tits, either change into a bigger T-shirt or put a hoodie on.”
I feel my bottom lip start to tremble. He turned me down for sex, my jeans are getting tight and now he’s saying my top is too small. I swallow back my tears.
“Do you think I look fat?”
“What? Fuck no, you look hot baby. Your arse looks gorgeous in those jeans but your tits in that T-shirt are too much, they look huge, if it was just you and me in here it would be fine but blokes will look and I’m not having it Lauren, cover them up, for me, please.”
He walks over and gives me a cuddle. “Please stop with all this insecure bullshit, you look hot, smoking hot and I don’t want anyone else copping an eyeful of my tits.”
He bends his knees so we are at eyelevel and kisses my nose.
“Your tits?” I ask.
“Yes. My tits. Well mine and my babies, we don’t share. Now, get a hoodie on or I will go and get one for you.”
I go into the walk in and find the biggest, baggiest hoodie I can and pull it over my head. It’s one of his and comes down to my knees and there are at least six inches to spare on the sleeves, I look like a bag lady, well serves him right, people won’t be looking at my tits now, they will just be looking at what a mess I am, I grab a hoodie of my own. The smallest, tightest one I have and step out from the wardrobe.
“Perfect.” He says. “Let’s go.”