“Fine.” She groans. “My rib cage is bigger.” Leaning over, I trail kisses on it while she giggles. “My feet got bigger.” I laugh. “I’m serious. I mean, it was only half a size, but still.” I push myself to the end of the bed and kiss her feet while she giggles again.
“So, you didn’t topple forward.” My cock pulsates at the thought of her pregnant with Jag.
“I know. I was fucking huge.” She laughs. I scrunch my face up as she continues “hence all the stretch marks all over my stomach.” She pauses. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” I laugh as I crawl up the bed, between her legs and up to her stomach. Trailing kisses on her completely faded stretch marks. “I want to see pictures.” I tell her as she smiles, nodding her head.
“What was that face for?” She finally asks, making me laugh.
Crawling back up to look her in the eyes, “You really want to know?” She nods her head quickly. “Imaging you pregnant fucking turns me on.” She smirks. “I know it sounds really fucked up.”
“No, I get it. It’s like the ultimate staking claim.” I laugh out again.
“Something like that.”
I lay down on the bed and reach up, unhooking her wrists and tossing it onto the floor along with my jeans. She laughs, crawling up and laying her head on my chest. “Thank you.” She whispers.
“For fucking you? You never have to thank me for that.”
“No,” she laughs out again. “For doing that.” She buries her face in my chest, causing me to laugh again.
Rolling over, I look at her, pushing the hair back to look at her face. “I just wish that I had been there for the last 4 years.”
“You’re here now.” She whispers.
Reaching over, I lace my fingers in hers and sigh. “Why were you weird earlier about the condom?” It comes out before I even realize that I noticed it.
“What?”
“Ella, I know you well enough.” I tell her and she sighs. She tries to pull her hand back away from mine, but I refuse to let her go. Gripping on slightly tighter.
“I have the IUD, but only to regulate my hormones.” I look at her, confused. “I had some complications after giving birth. And now the chances of me having another kid are extremely low. Like it would be a fucking miracle, low.” I’m not even sure what to say at this moment, so I just look at her. She then breathes out loudly as she laughs. “I’m fucking starving.” Causing me to laugh out as well. Nodding to her before we make our way towards the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, she pulls out the food from earlier today and eats her wrap. “So, what things did you guys do to him?” She asks, taking a giant bite out of the wrap.
“What?”
“Jake. You said you guys bonded over it.”
“Um,” I laugh out as I shake my head to her. “I’m not sure you want to hear all that?”
“I’m sure it’s not worse than the things I have imagined doing to him.” She breathes out, causing me to laugh.
“Most of it was mental. Just be where he is.” She looks at me confused. “I mean slight torture, but nothing too bad. I mean he may think it’s bad, but…” She laughs out, smiling up at me as I shrug.
“Why do I hope if I ever see him againhe’ll be completely disfigured?” She tells me as he takes a giant bite out of her wrap and I laughout loud.
“No, we had to keep it somewhat tame so that it wasn’t overlynoticeable…”
