You've been antsy all day, wanting to leave work. Kissing me goodbye this morning while I was still sound asleep before you left for work just wasn't enough. Ever since we found out that we're expecting him, you haven't wanted to leave my side. Working a few hours a day while I'm at home with my now big belly seems to drag on forever, day in and day out.
But it's time to go home and you say your goodbyes quickly and race out the door. It doesn't take you ten minutes to get home, and you run up to the door, but walk through the house slowly because you know that since pregnant, I've been taking naps at this time of day. Tiptoeing into our bedroom, you indeed find me propped up on three pillows, dozing away, my tummy bulging in front of me and my chest rising and falling slowly with every breath I take.
You smile to yourself and walk over to the bed quietly. I open my eyes and smile at you, half asleep as you whisper, "I'm sorry baby girl; I didn't mean to wake you."
I just stretch my arms out for you to hug me and lay down next to me. You can tell I'm happy that you're home and that I don't mind at all being awake now. "How was your day? Did he cause you any trouble?" you ask as you pet my belly, lying down next to me now.
"He kicked every time I thought about you. He loves his daddy, already almost as much as his mommy does." I smile and place my hand over yours on my tummy. I see the sparkle in your eyes as you lean down and kiss me softly on my lips. After a few seconds, they part and I feel the tip of your tongue caressing mine. Suddenly we both feel a kick in my tummy and we can't help but laugh.
I turn to my side carefully so that now I'm facing you. I catch your eyes moving towards my cleavage, which admittedly, over the last few months seems to have doubled. "They're huge, aren't they?"
I smile and whisper to you. "Yes, they are, baby. But I love them." You grin devilishly. I take your hand off my tummy and lead it up to my chest, placing it right between my breasts. I hear a low growl escape your lips and clearly notice the movement in your pants as you let your fingers slide across my skin and place your palm completely over my breast, squeezing ever so gently.
"Aren't you tired, baby girl?" you ask, but don't move your hand from my chest. I smile and nod no, "Why do you think I was taking a nap?"
Within seconds, your lips are pressed to mine and my tongue is hungrily devouring yours. My hand finds its way under your shirt as I slide my fingers up your smooth stomach to your chest, tweaking one nipple between my fingertips for a while before moving over to the other side and repeating the teasing there, too.
You know how much I love hearing you growl, and as I feel your hand slide past mine, you start undoing your belt. I grab your hand, however, and smile, "No, baby- I want to do that." You obey happily and move your hand away. I tug at the big belt buckle and it clangs as I let it fall to the ground.