Pregnancy complications
Lara burst through the door to her apartment and launched her handbag at the couch. During its trajectory, literally everything inside the bag was violently ejected like pellets from a shotgun shell. All her Knick knacks scattered across the room. She swore and then swore again out of frustration. Ignoring her the scattered contents, she took off her hair tie, releasing her long dyed blue hair from the ponytail that had clutched her hair tightly. She opened the shoe closet and kicked off her high heels into it. Walking over to the couch, she pulled down the zip to her skirt and wiggled out her butt. Letting it drop to the floor, she then kicked it towards the bathroom. Using the couch as support she tries to squat over an object, her free hand on the front of her distended belly. Releasing her belly and slowly grabbing the item, she places it on the low coffee table in front of the couch. She basically growls as moves to the next item.
"I can't believe him" she says with a scowl that could kill. "How dare he! Just gets up and leaves me like this." She picks up another item and as she stands, she huffs. "I'm 7 months pregnant with his child, which he convinced me to keep!" She lets out a frustrated roar. "At the very least he could have seen me in person but no!" She draws out the last word in an exaggerated tone. "He has to say all this as he is boarding the plane claiming he needs to find himself in India. Well, I hope he finds the front end of some animal all too suddenly!" She collapses onto the couch behind her as she picks up the final item. She swore again. "I can't even have a bottle of anything!"
With some strength and a lot of struggling she manages to stand up again. She headed to the bathroom to run a bath. A hot one, with lots of bubbles and perhaps a facemask and the consolidation cake he sent. Through gritted teeth, "He better have ordered my favourite type otherwise I'm going to find him myself." She opens the box and relaxes a tiny bit. At least its chocolate, she picks at one of the toppings. Her face folds in on itself violently. "Yuck! Chocolate orange."
Lara was lying down in the cramped bathtub, the hot water steaming after a fresh top up. The candles cast an eery glow across the walls, distorting shadows of everyday objects. The flicker, of the flame, making the shadows sway in their strange ways. The soft tunes of pre-revolutionary Cuban music playing quietly in the other room. A cleaned plate, once used for a big slice of cake lay on the floor next to bathtub. Her eyes are closed, she gently nibbles the inside of her bottom lip. Her arms are either side of her pregnant belly, the top of her belly just poking out of the water. She moans softly as she gyrates the tip of her finger around her clit. Since she's been pregnant, she hasn't masturbated for quite a while. After such a long time it was a bit difficult to get into her usual rhythm. She found it now and she can feel herself building up. Like the water in a kettle, the bubbling turbulent rumbling before the water boils, then just for good measure, the kettle's satisfying click as it turns off. She arches her back as the pleasure bubbles over her, and then relaxes. She sighs, basking in the afterglow for a little while longer.
She places her arms either side of the bathtub and pushes herself into a seated position. Her belly now resting in her lap. Her tanned legs stretched out in front of her. She looks down at her pregnant belly protruding out of her. The taught skin glistening in the candlelight. She scratches something underneath her belly. Then lifts herself out of the bathtub. After drying herself, she puts on her red silk robe, looks at her reflection in the mirror above the washbasin. Her dark blue hair is pulled tight in a ponytail, her tanned smooth skin, unblemished by wrinkles, and enhanced by a splutter of slightly darker freckles, across her nose.
Absentmindedly she scratches her underbelly that is poking through the floral-patterned robe. She opens one of her many creams and begins applying them liberally to her face. Inspects herself once more, smiles and heads to bed. Exchanging the robe for an old baggy black t-shirt with a very faded painted sun on the front. That night Lara had a restless night, tossing and turning and itching like crazy. In the morning, relief came, and she managed to get a few hours of unadulterated respite.
That Saturday afternoon Lara woke up a bit haggard, she had never had a night like that before. Slowly and methodically, she got out of bed and to the kitchen to make herself the biggest sandwich she could. Not really thinking, she placed anything that her fingers fell on in the fridge. Using her fingers, she ripped the bread bun she had bought yesterday in half. Then she piled on all her ingredients and stood at the kitchen counter taking massive brutal bites out of the messily made sandwich.
She felt a slight pressure against the underside of her pregnant belly. She took another bite, chewing exaggeratively and lets one hand drop to the underside of her belly. She felt around with her free hand a bit. A bit confused, she placed her sandwich down which immediately fell apart. Now exploring the area with both hands her eyes Widened in shock.
Kristi gestured to the chair and said, "Please sit, and make yourself comfortable." Lara sheepishly took her seat in the chair. Kristi continued, "You are here for another check-up, as you've said and since you rescheduled your last one. According to my record you are 7 months along, measuring a bit larger, and everything has been A-Okay." She looked at Lara and gave her a quick curt smile, as if she said something to amuse herself. "Please move to the other chair." Kristi point to it with a long, elegant finger. Her long nails were painted with a shiny clear coat. Lara nervously followed her finger. And swallowed the lump in her throat.
Lara croaked, "Now?" She hesitated. "Don't you have to ask me any other questions? Or perhaps an ultrasound?"
