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Once I got everything into the house, I wasn’t sure what to do with the bookcase. Our bedroom was full of furniture already, and the baby’s room didn’t make sense—she wasn’t going to be reading for a while. The living room was small and there wasn’t really a good place for it. I put it down next to the television, but it didn’t really fit there.
By the time Tria got home, I had given up trying to find a place for it, and it was back next to the TV again. I had flopped down on the couch with a beer in my hand and my feet up on the coffee table.
Tria sighed as she came in, dropped her book bag near the door, and reached behind her to rub at the small of her back.
“Come here,” I said, and she walked over to stand in front of me while I massaged my thumbs up and down her lower spine.
“It’s getting harder,” she said quietly.
“That’s how you got like this in the first place,” I replied with a grin.
She smacked my shoulder playfully before dropping down beside me.
“I swear, she’s going to weigh ten pounds when she comes out.”
I wrapped my arm around her, and Tria leaned against me with her head on my shoulder. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, but when they opened again, she went still.
“Where did you get that?” Tria gasped. “I…I thought it was gone.”
“So did I,” I replied as I followed her gaze to the bookshelf. “I thought all our shit was gone, but Krazy Katie had a bunch of it, my boots, too.”
“I see that,” Tria said. “And so does the coffee table.”
She gave me a significant look until I put my feet back on the floor.
“I wasn’t sure where it fit,” I said as I nodded back toward the bookcase. “I mean, if you even want it. I guess the baby could use it for—”
“No!” Tria said definitively.
I glanced sideways at her.
“It’s mine,” she responded. Her voice was a little softer, but her lower lip was just slightly pouting.
Tilting my head, I turned to look her in the face before raising an eyebrow.
Tria shrugged.
“The baby gets everything,” she said quietly. “The bookshelf is for my books. It’s mine.
I tried not to laugh.
“Are you feeling jealous of the baby before she’s even born?”
“No,” Tria responded firmly, “but she doesn’t get everything. I don’t want to spoil her.”
She crossed her arms, and her expression made her completely unbelievable. I managed to hold in the laughter for about four seconds, which earned me another playful smack on the shoulder. In turn, I tickled her sides, which made her scream almost instantly.
She had become more and more sensitive lately around her belly.
She tried to squirm away, but I picked her up and hauled her to the bedroom. It was getting a little more difficult to carry her—not because she was that much heavier—she had only gained thirty-five pounds, and I still could have bench-pressed her without a lot of effort—but her center of gravity was all different.
I wasn’t about to tell her that. I wanted to keep my cock attached to my body.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked when she stopped struggling and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I informed her.
“Oh, really?” she said with a touch of mock indignity.
