His hand slides down over mine, which is still enjoying the instant gratification of being able to make him go from limp to “beast” mode, as he calls it, in a matter of seconds.
“Are you attacking me in my sleep?” he asks groggily, teasing me, but at the same time, pressing his hand down on mine, so I’ll keep rubbing.
“I am.”
He rolls over and kisses me. “Good. I need you. It’s been forever.”
“It’s been four hours.”
“It feels like forever,” he says, moving his mouth down my chest.
“Ouch, that hurts. Kinda.” This causes him to immediately stop sucking on my nipple and look at me. “But don’t stop!”
“It hurts, but don’t stop?”
“Um, yeah, I think so. My boobs are sore, but it sorta feels really good.”
He puts his hand over one of my boobs and gives it a little squeeze. “They’re bigger. I like.”
He continues kissing me.
He’s being super sweet, loving, and taking his time.
Aiden is good at foreplay.
He’s kissing me, caressing me, teasing me.
Usually, I love it, but it’s not what I want.
“Aiden, baby, fuck me. Now. Please.”
“I love it when you say that,” he says, quickly moving on top of me and doing what I asked.
And it feels so good.
Like something I just had to have at that moment.
It’s perfect.
Sex with Aiden, I can honestly say, in the many years we’ve been doing it, is amazing, exciting, fun, spontaneous, sensual. His appetite for sex is voracious and I’m very happy about it.
Except right now, it’s over.
And I’m okay with that. Because all I can think about now are waffles.
“Boots, you can wake me up like that anytime you want.”
“I’m not sure I like being pregnant,” I say, honestly.
He snuggles me into his arms and caresses my still flat belly. “Why’s that? I’m loving it. You’re super horny. Your boobs look amazing. Hell, you look amazing. I finally understand why they say pregnant women glow. You glow.”
“I think it’s you who’s been glowing. You’re quite proud of yourself for knocking me up.”
I can see his smile in the dark.
He is very proud. And dying to tell the world.
“I’m thrilled to be having a baby with you.”
“Does that mean you’d also be thrilled to eat waffles with me? Right now.”
“You want waffles, right now?”
“Yes, and we may have to fly to St. Croix to get them. Because I don’t want just any waffles. I want Inga’s cinnamon waffles drizzled in her homemade pecan caramel sauce with a side of her spicy fried potatoes.”
“That’s going to be kind of hard to do since you have a busy day today. How about we make them ourselves?”
We get up and head to the kitchen.
I make the caramel sauce while he cuts potatoes and stirs up the batter. Thank god we actually have all the ingredients, or I may have actually hopped on a plane.
“Am I being weird because I know I’m pregnant and I think I should be craving things or does being pregnant just cause me to be weird?”
“How are you being weird?”
“Aiden, I’ve been napping in between taping. I never do that. I’m ravenous. I’m horny.”
He pours some batter into the waffle iron, shuts the lid, and then joins me in front of the stove, putting his chin on my shoulder and sliding his hands around my waist.
“I think napping is good for you. As is eating. And I hope you stay this horny. It’s fun. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we have a great sex life, but the last week has been exceptional.”
I stir the potatoes and add just a little more cayenne pepper as Aiden’s hand slips inside my robe, coming to rest on my stomach.
“You are obsessed with touching my stomach. People are going to know before we tell them.”
“I’m dying to tell our families. They were so excited about the engagement, they’ll be over the moon about a baby.”
“I go to the doctor today. I’ll ask him when’s a good time to tell them. I mean, what if it doesn’t work out?”
The waffle timer dings, so he’s talking as he pops it out and starts another.
“You mean like a miscarriage?”
“Yeah, like Peyton and Damian. They were so excited they told everyone the second the line turned pink. She had planned the nursery. Then they went in for their first ultrasound and found out there wasn’t even a baby. What was that called again?”
“A blighted ovum,” he says. “That sucked. But they had their family to support them. You took her to Paris to help cheer her up. They’ve had two boys since then and she’s only a few months away from having their third.”
“I know. I’m just . . .”
“Scared?” He pulls me in for a hug.
“Yeah, Aiden, I’m scared.” I start crying. “I really want a baby. I really am excited to be pregnant. But I don’t want to disappoint you. I don’t want to screw it up. I don’t know how to be pregnant. What if I’m not good at it?”
He kisses me and wipes my tears. “Shh, baby. I promise, no matter what happens, you won’t ever disappoint me.” He kisses my nose then grins at me. “If something happens, it will be my fault.”
“What do you mean?”
“Faulty sperm.”