Eye Candy

It’s probably because of that stupid house across the street from my parents. Knowing someone else is living there and will get to enjoy the fun that is Halloween night right in their own front yard is depressing. But Sam’s right. We go there every year, and this year will be no different, even though it will be the day after Alex and Scheva’s wedding, and a week before I’m due to give birth.

I stare at Sam’s face and for the first time see just how exhausted he looks. He’s been working a ton of overtime lately, leaving the house before the sun comes up and coming home long after it’s gone down most nights. I feel bad that I’m making him feel bad about where we live. This is a great house to raise a baby, and I’m just going to have to deal with the fact that we’re thirty minutes away from my family and I’ll always have to go there if I want to enjoy the fun of trick-or-treat night.

“First thing tomorrow, I’ll go out and get us a bunch of pumpkins to carve and corn stalks to put on the front porch. And before I leave, I’ll bring all of your boxes full of Halloween decorations down from the attic so you can go crazy around this place. Sound good?” Sam asks.

Giving him a smile, I push myself up, and with a few grunts and sighs and a lot of effort, I climb back onto his lap and rock my hips against him until I feel him start to grow hard again between my thighs.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” I ask, lifting my body a few inches so Sam can reach between us and line himself up.

I sink down on him and we both groan.

“Yes, but I don’t mind you telling me again,” Sam mutters, his eyes fluttering closed as I swivel my hips and he jerks his up to meet me. “Oh, shit. Do that again.”

I do as he asks, wishing my huge belly weren’t in the way so I could look down and see him moving inside me.

Right when my mind finally clears of all the nonsense and I can feel my release start to creep up on me, the baby kicks, and my body jerks to a halt.

“What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?” Sam asks, his eyes flying open as he looks up at me with worry.

“The baby kicked,” I whisper.

“Um, okay?”

“The baby knows I was almost ready to have an orgasm,” I whisper again.

“The baby does not know you were almost ready to have an orgasm,” Sam says with a sigh.

“The baby knows. I can’t be responsible for my baby learning about orgasms when it can’t even speak to tell me to stop talking about orgasms,” I complain.

“It’s like you want me to throw up in my mouth right now,” Sam mutters.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. When this baby is out of me and is nowhere near my orgasms, everything will be fine.”

“You can make it up to me right now. Let me do that thing,” he demands.

Sam gently lifts me off his body again, moving out from under me and sitting up in bed next to me as I grunt and huff and position myself until my back is leaning up against the headboard.

“No. Absolutely not. I told you to never ask me if you could do that again. That was NOT fun for me, nor was it a pleasurable experience,” I remind him, crossing my arms in front of me and resting them on my huge belly.

“I’ll go slower this time. I promise you’ll like it.”

“You said that last time, and it ended in me crying and having to take five showers,” I argue.

His mouth turns into a pout, and he bats his eyelashes at me.

“Please, Noel? Pretty please? I promise I’ll never ask you to do this again. I know it’s more fun for me than it is for you, but I’ll be quick. It will be over before you know it,” he begs.

Considering I just ruined his evening, I have no choice but to give in.

Sam lets out a whoop of excitement and scrambles off the bed to grab all of the necessary supplies.

True to his word, he’s quick and it’s over before I know it. There are no screams of protest or crying from me this time, just a look of complete annoyance that I don’t even bother hiding from my husband.

“Okay, all finished. Shit, baby. You’re so cute. I don’t know why you won’t let me take a picture. Your mother would love this.”

Lifting my head from the pillows where I scooted down to let him do his thing, I stare at my huge belly, now completely covered in orange paint, with a jack-o’-lantern face drawn on with black paint.

“Stop giving me that look. You’re adorable. This is what happens when you’re going to have a baby right after Halloween, so deal with it. This is all I have to live for right now. Don’t ruin it,” Sam scolds, unable to keep the stern look on his face, his dimples popping out as he stares at the masterpiece he just painted on my stomach.

I know I should probably think this is cute, but it just makes me feel even more unattractive, knowing my stomach resembles a giant, plump pumpkin.

“Fuck it. I’m taking a picture,” Sam mutters, reaching over to grab his cell phone from his nightstand.

“I will shove that thing up your ass if you take a picture of my stomach right now,” I threaten.

“Too late,” Sam says with a smile, pressing a couple of buttons on his phone until I hear a whoosh sound, letting me know he just sent the damn thing to God knows how many people.

Instead of throwing a fit, I get up out of bed and head to the shower, quietly plotting his death as I turn on the water and let it warm up.

“Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,” I start chanting.

“I HEARD THAT!” Sam shouts from the other side of the door. “STOP DOING THAT. IT’S FREAKING ME THE FUCK OUT!”

With a laugh, I get into the shower and start scrubbing the damn pumpkin off my stomach, looking forward to getting into the Halloween spirit tomorrow and forgetting all about my stupid superstition. Alex and Scheva are going to have a fun, awesome wedding, we’re going to hang out at my parents’ house for trick-or-treat and have an amazing time, and Sam and I will celebrate another holiday without any mishaps. I can feel it.





Chapter 6: Phteven


Sam

“Sorry! I know I’m late, just give me two seconds to wash up really quick and then we can go,” I tell Noel as I rush into the kitchen where she’s seated at the table with her laptop in front of her.

She tips her head up and smiles at me as I lean down and give her a quick kiss on the lips.

“It’s fine. I’m just trying to finish up some work.”

I pause for a minute to stare at her as she fiddles around on her computer. She looks exhausted, and I feel like the biggest ass in the world for being away from her so much lately and for keeping a secret from her. I hate that she thinks I’ve been working all this overtime lately and feels bad for me whenever I tell her I’m tired. I’m deceiving my wife, and right now, it doesn’t make me feel good.

“Is that a beaver?” I ask, leaning down closer to look at her laptop screen.