Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 50449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
I’m not sure how pregnancy usually affects other women. I guess I thought she’d be tired and out of sorts while her body went through those changes, and was ready and willing to be the patient and doting husband, but thank fuck it seems to have the opposite affect on my wife.
I’ve been noticing other little changes here and there too, like the way she seems to be more talkative than usual, more assertive even. Sharing ideas not just about our child’s future, but ours.
She’s become bolder with her likes and dislikes, things that every red blooded woman take for granted but she’d shied away from before. But the biggest change is her penchant for dick.
Morning evening noon and night she’s ready. Not that she’s ever turned me away in the past, but now she’s more shall we say…aggressive about taking what she wants. If we’re sitting at the dinner table and that shit hits her out of nowhere and she gets that look in her eyes, I just push my chair back and let her do her thing.
She’s taken to trying to swallow my whole cock like it’s her only mission in life when she knows damn good and well her tiny ass mouth can’t handle my snake like that. She sure does give it her best shot though, and I’m lucky enough to be the one reaping the benefits.
Apart from fucking I’m finally seeing a side of her that I’ve spent the better part of a year trying to coax out of her and I couldn’t be happier. That, added to the fact that she’s pregnant have made for some exciting times.
We were seated at a table across from each other in my favorite restaurant just hours after leaving the doctor. It’s the first time we’ve really left the house except for me going to work since she found out she was pregnant. Because while she’s growing and blossoming I’m the one stuck with all these new fears.
Something none of the books I’ve read so far has touched on; the fear of letting your pregnant wife out of your sight. The doc tried to play it off when I brought it up after she’d left the room earlier, but I could tell that he was flummoxed by the question. Apparently it’s not a thing for a man to have that kind of fear. Or maybe they just don’t voice it because I don’t see how that can be.
When I leave the house in the morning I’m afraid of a million things that can go wrong. In my mind right now I’m responsible for two beings, one of whom is not here as yet. And not just physically either. I know if something goes wrong it’d fuck her up in ways I can’t even begin to imagine, so I’m on pins and needles here.
I’m not gonna let her know though, that that’s the way I’m feeling, and I’m hoping it doesn’t last the whole nine months or I’ll shoot myself. I guess if she has to battle morning sickness this is my cross to bear.
“What were you thinking of having baby?” I looked over the menu though I could recite it by heart. “I’m not sure, the salmon looks good, but so does the cobb salad.” Two very different things if you ask me.
“How about we get both and you eat what you want from each of them?” She seemed pleased with that and I called the waiter over to order her food along with my turkey club which I’m pretty sure she’s going to have some of.
As usual I was holding her hand over the table, rubbing my thumb along her fingers as she talked excitedly about the baby. “Do you think mom would want to see the ultrasound even though it’s so small?” I smirked at her because she should know the answer by now.
If my mother had the option I think she’d walk around attached to my wife’s growing tummy twenty-four seven. I’ve always known the woman was baby hungry, but she’s out of control. Lucky for both of us, Holly doesn’t mind and even goes out of her way to invite her in.
Something I’m grateful for because I hadn’t been looking forward to telling mom to back off which is what would’ve happened if Holly had shown the slightest sign of discomfort. Holly reached into her bag and pulled out the newly minted three-D images of our little butterbean.
“You already got her one why are you asking now?” She shrugged and that bottom lip of hers came out. “You don’t think I’m bothering her too much do you? about the baby I mean.” I snorted at that and leaned forward to kiss her. “I don’t think that’s even possible baby. If she could move in for the duration she would.”