She was lying on the bed, taking a nap as usual. Being pregnant has made her exhausted and she has been taking lots of naps lately. She was wearing his t-shirt which was 3 sizes too big on her 5'2" petite frame, making it the perfect napping outfit. On the plus side, it smelled like him, too,
He walked by the bedroom, saw her on the bed and leaned on the doorway. "Mmm, baby. You need another nap today? Your body must be going through so much." The sympathy in his voice was visible on his face.
"I've been trying to nap for like an hour. I'm so sleepy but my breasts have been really achey and tight feeling today. I can't figure out why and I'm not allowed to take pain medication." She was pouting a little in her misery. It was a helpless feeling.
"Awww, my poor baby girl. Here, let me massage them. It might help." He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. He pulled down the blanket to reveal the loose t-shirt over her slightly rounded belly. She wasn't showing too much yet, especially when she wore his t-shirts.
"Is it okay if I lift your shirt?" She got cold so easily that he always wanted to make sure she could handle being naked. He rubbed her shins instinctively trying to keep her warm.
"Yes, please. Thank you for doing this, love." She smiled so gratefully that his heart melted a little. How could he not help her out? They were in this together and she was going through so much. He was amazed at how positively she was handling all these changes.
"Of course, baby...now, let's get you feeling better." He smiled back at her, admiration filling every crease in his smile. He reached over to the closest breast to him and examined it. They were both looking a little more swollen than usual - slightly filled, even.
"Have you massaged or squeezed your breasts at all? Or did you fall asleep on them?"
He was still caressing her breast as he waited for her to think. "...No, I don't think so...I've been too scared to touch them because they ache so much."
"Hmm...okay. Let me do some massaging and if that doesn't work, I'll call the doctor and see what he says." She loved him for being so caring and attentive.
He put one hand underneath her small, B-cup sized breast and used his other hand to feel around, kind of like a breast exam. She flinched a little from the pressure she felt. He was watching her face to monitor her pain. He kept massaging, a little harder this time, thinking he might find a knot or something that needed working out. She whimpered a little, trying to hold it back so he wouldn't worry.
"Oh - hey, sweetheart. Did that hurt? I need you to tell me when - wait...my hand is a little wet. What is that?" He examined his hand and noticed a little white droplet on his index finger. She saw it, too.
Her face started to turn red as she realized what was happening. "Oh..."
"Baby...awww...baby, you're starting to lactate. I knew you'd be getting close to that time in the pregnancy but it completely slipped my mind." His voice turned tender and very loving. He was so busy examining the droplet he hadn't noticed her face until now.
"Hey," he chuckled softly, "you silly little thing. Why are you embarrassed?" He caressed her cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes to try and read her.
"Because, I've never lactated before...I feel like I don't even know my body anymore." Her body was changing so fast that she could barely keep up. And she felt like she should've known she'd be lactating soon. She couldn't believe that she had to get him to figure it out for her. She felt so inadequate.
He was looking at her with so much love and understanding. He wanted to take away all these negative emotions she was feeling and help her to enjoy this time in her life.
"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry you feel that way...but...you know, there are some really great things that can come out of this."
"Oh yeah, like what?" She was not convinced.
"Like...taking all the naps in the world." He laughed out loud but she didn't laugh back.
"Nah, I'm just joking, baby." He was still chuckling. "But on a more serious note, you look really sexy like this. I can't keep my eyes off of you."
A smile was starting to creep up on her face.
"And...sex is supposed to feel amazing right now." He said, tenderly.
"Really? Where'd you hear that?" Her face was starting to turn red again just thinking about having sex while pregnant. She had definitely thought about it and been horny but she didn't know how he would feel about it and she didn't know how to ask for it without feeling really self-conscious.
"The doctor told me after you stepped out of the room at our last check in." He was caressing her cheek again.
"What?! How can a doctor talk about stuff like that? And what's he doing telling you that kind of stuff? He's my doctor!" She was starting to get worked up, knowing that it wasn't good for her but not being able to help it. Her emotions escalated much without her permission these days.
"Hey, shhh. Baby, I need you to relax for me, ok?" He waited for her to take a few deep breaths like they had practiced.
"When you walked out to use the bathroom, we were just having a little guy talk and it casually came up. He was speaking from experience, and to be honest, it made me feel a lot better about this."
"What do you mean it made you feel better about this?" Her face dropped. Was he having second thoughts?
He could read her face like a book. "Oh my god, you're so silly baby, I am not talking about having second thoughts about us. I'm just saying that...you've been really sexy lately and it's turned me on so much seeing your body change and watching you handle it with such grace. You're glowing, baby. But I didn't want to burden you with my horny needs and most importantly, I didn't want to hurt you in any way. I didn't know if it would even be okay to have sex while you were pregnant given the pain you've been in lately. So, I was just talking to the doctor about it and he said sex would actually help you feel better." His hand moved to her inner thigh and he gently massaged it, knowing how tight she gets there. It felt so good she had to try and suppress a moan. She was craving physical touch and it was such a relief to hear that he was, too.
"So...you actually want my body this way?" She asked, timidly. She still felt self-conscious since she was always tired and constantly bloated and now she had achey, lactating boobs.
"Yes, princess. A thousand times yes. I want to make love to this beautiful, sexy, radiant body. I want to make you feel so good. I want to take care of you in every way that I can. And in every way that you need."
