Welcome to Part 7 of the tale of Hannah's Hero. Sorry it's taken so long to get this part out, but with all my other responsibilities it can be tough to get it out of my head and on to the computer! Thank you so much to all of you for the votes, comments, and messages. Even when they aren't positive, the fact that you took the time to make them means a lot. Hope you all enjoy!
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My husband Chris got a real workout for much of the first trimester of my pregnancy. I've heard that some women completely lose their sex drive when they're pregnant while some remain pretty much unchanged, and still other women become insatiable near-nymphomaniacs. I don't know if I could be put in that last category or not, but I have to say that my already healthy sex drive was definitely kicked up a couple of notches. It helped that I was one of those lucky women that avoided suffering morning sickness. Well, I've also been told that my continuing to run with my husband almost every morning also helped. As I said before, while I was getting a healthy amount of exercise from it, that wasn't the real reason I ran with him.
The truth is, while we've always been close during our relationship, during my pregnancy I never wanted to leave his side. Maybe it was hormones, or maybe it was the fact that we were taking things to the next level; I couldn't really say. All I know is that I spent every moment I possibly could at his side. I went with him on outings that I normally wouldn't have, like when he took one of our vehicles to the station to gas up. I even went with him to Thor's Gun Shop to pick up the ammo he ordered. I wanted every waking second possible to be with him. I guess the hormone theory is out, because come to think of it, a lot of the togetherness was coming from him, too.
The ultrasound I had at the twelve-week mark held a little surprise for us. Chris and I were at the regular OB/GYN appointment. Dr. Stevens, a kindly man in his early sixties, was beaming when he stepped into the exam room.
"It's TWINS!" he said.
"TWINS?!" Chris and I said together.
"Yep," Dr. Stevens replied, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. "I haven't delivered a set of twins in at least 6 months. I hope you two are as excited as I am!"
I spun around on the exam table to look at Chris's face. His expression could only be described as stunned. Slowly he turned his face towards me and it suddenly lit up like a kid on Christmas.
"Oh Hannah!" he whispered. "It's even better than I hoped for!" He put his arms around me and kissed me hard. My arms went around him too, and in moments the kiss deepened. I'm not sure how far things might have gone if Dr. Stevens hadn't cleared his throat.
"Hey you two, remember me?" he said, smiling at us.
"Uh, sorry, Doc," Chris said, his face turning red.
"Oh, that's quite alright," he replied, kindly. "You can't deliver babies for a living without knowing how the process gets started. I'm just not keen to be an audience."
I blushed red, and settled against my husband. The rest of the appointment went smoothly. Dr. Stevens confirmed that everything was fine with my pregnancy. Chris and I left the office walking hand in hand.
"Twins," I said softly. Chris squeezed my hand tightly.
"I know," he replied. "I can't wait!" He gazed at me, his eyes burning with passion.
I smiled and leaned into his side as we walked towards his truck. "Me either," I whispered to him with a lover's softness.
At times, the days and weeks of my pregnancy seemed to fly by; at others it seemed to crawl at a glacial pace. My perception of time varied greatly with my mood and with how I felt. For most of the first trimester -- like I said earlier -- I was especially horny. There was one night that sticks in my memory.
I had had two days off work in a row (a really rare thing, since I didn't have much seniority at the hospital yet). After going with Chris on his morning run I joined him in the shower, then cooked him breakfast. The kiss we shared before he left for work was deep and wet, and it really lit both of our fires. He pulled me close to him as our mouths met. After a few passionate moments we parted and looked deep into each other's eyes.
"That's a promise for tonight, my love," I whispered.
"I'm going to hold you to it," he whispered back
He smiled and left for the base. I went back to the kitchen and spent a few minutes making a little more breakfast for Brad and Jennifer, knowing they'd be up soon. That night, I slipped into a sexy red silk teddy-and-thong combo and then put on an old sweat suit over it. I pulled my hair back into a comfortable pony tail. I applied some make-up to my face, but not much; really it was nothing more than some lipstick and very light touch of eyeliner.
By the time Chris got home I had dinner ready. Jen and Brad walked in just minutes after he did. We enjoyed a quiet supper, then Jen cleaned up. I stood away from the table and stretched, catching my husband's eye. As I passed him on my way out of the attached dining room, I noticed his nostrils flare as he caught my scent. I do wear perfume, but only on special occasions. It's an irritant to people with certain lung problems, and is a no-no in some health-care facilities. Usually I wear lightly-scented antiperspirant and lightly-scented moisturizer to keep my skin supple. I believe that a woman produces all the good smells a man needs, as long as she keeps herself clean. (They're called Pheromones, ladies! Accept no substitutes!)
