It was a late morning in early September. Rachel and Will were riding the Adirondack train up into the mountains for their anniversary hiking and camping trip.
Their trip fell earlier this year. Rachel was pregnant--quite heavily so--with twins, and their anniversary, October 14th, fell two days after her due date. Feeling a bit dubious about whether or not she'd even stay pregnant into October at all, let alone mid-October, Rachel and Will decided to have their getaway now, and make a babymoon out of it.
They rode an early-morning train and Rachel, victim of a string of uncomfortable and often sleepless nights, fell asleep on Will. Her red hair spilled over her face and glistened in the sunshine through the window as her head rested on Will's shoulder. Her hand rested on her belly. She wore a light green tank top and a gray cardigan sweater over it. The tank top mostly covered her belly. The cardigan...well, the cardigan kept her warm on the air-conditioned train.
Rachel grimaced and stirred slightly, arching her back and shifting her butt around on the seat as she tried to remain comfortable. Will wrapped his arm around her back and looked down at her belly. He'd been quite enamored with her pregnant body--not that he hadn't always found her incredibly attractive--but he found pregnant women to be particularly alluring, and, well, his gorgeous wife, bursting pregnant with their babies was easily the sexiest thing he'd ever experienced. A sentiment that, happily, Rachel shared. Will held his gaze on her belly, noticing a small lump poking out on her left side, near her ribs. That was probably what was making her uncomfortable. She buried her head further into his chest as he leaned over, ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head.
They chugged along through the wilderness of upstate New York. Rachel remained asleep, her belly bouncing along with the movements of the train. Will looked down at her bump and smiled, watching as her bump shook up and down, back and forth, little kicks and rolls occasionally sticking out of her side.
"How'd I get so lucky?" He thought to himself. "The payoff of all the time we spent trying...she's grown the largest belly ever..."
Rachel stirred once again, this time opening her eyes and looking up at Will. She kissed his chest.
"How much longer?" She said, groggy. "I feel like I barely slept at all..."
"30 minutes, maybe 40?" He replied. "You've been out for a while but I can tell you've been restless."
"They move so much. It's hard to keep comfortable," she said, rubbing the left side of her belly. "This one's got their foot right under my ribs."
"I know," he said, chuckling. "I can see it."
She looked down at her belly. "You can, can't you," she giggled.
She glanced down at Will's pants. He was, unsurprisingly, aroused. She smiled.
"I love that this turns you on so much," she said. "You make me feel so special."
"You are special," he replied, sliding his hand down her back. "So special that I filled your belly full with our babies."
She looked up at him, the sunlight bathing her face in an amber glow that made her blue eyes sparkle. She pulled up her tank top ever so slightly, revealing a thin strip of tight, pale skin, tinged with a few faint pink stretch marks.
"When we get to the campsite, this..." she said, pointing to her belly, "...is all yours."