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“Anything else you need?” He looks at me nervously.
I shake my head. “You seem to have thought of everything.”
He’s brought the glider I ordered for the nursery into the room. It’s sitting in the corner near my bed. He sits down in it and then says, “Maggie, I’m really sorry this is happening.”
I run my hand over my bump. “I’m just so thankful he’s okay.”
After he studies me for a moment, he says, “Do you want a shower?”
I haven’t taken a real shower in over two weeks. “Yes. God, yes. I can’t imagine how bad I smell.”
He just smirks. “You could never smell bad.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” I respond.
He walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower and then comes back. He holds out his hand, but I hesitate.
“Come on. I got you a shower seat, but I’ll help you.”
“I don’t need help.” I take his hand and stand up. My legs buckle immediately, and he grabs my elbows.
“Shit,” I mutter.
“You’re just weak still,” he says. “Maggie, you were really sick. You’ve lost weight. It’s going to take some time.”
I hate being needy. I’m an independent person – it’s like my whole identity, and I can’t even take a damn shower by myself right now.
He feels the water once we’re in the bathroom and then starts pulling my shirt over my head. I nearly stop him. He frowns at me. “I’ve seen you naked before, Maggie. Like a lot.”
“I’m just self-conscious.”
He leans forward and whispers in my ear. “I find your pregnant body so fucking sexy. I’m going to have a difficult time not getting hard right now, but you’re not allowed to have sex until this baby is born. Looks like I’m going to be doing a lot of jerking off in the next few weeks.”
I let out a loud laugh, and he grins. I lift up my arms, and he pulls my shirt over my head and unhooks my bra. He lowers my pants and underwear until I’m completely naked in front of him. He can’t help himself – he gently places his hand on my stomach and leans forward until our foreheads are touching. Neither of us speak.
After a minute, he straightens and then holds my hand and helps me step into the shower. Once I’m seated, he rolls up his sleeves and pours shampoo in his hand. I wasn’t expecting him to wash me. I just thought he’d help me in and out of the shower. As soon as his hands are in my hair, I groan.
“You’re not getting turned on. Are you, Maggie? Cause I just told you that’s not allowed.”
I laugh. “I’m trying my best.”
“Well think unsexy thoughts.”
It’s not easy when his hands are rubbing circles on my scalp. He lets the water rinse out the shampoo and then adds conditioner.
“What kind of unsexy thoughts should I think about?” I ask as he’s adding body wash to a loofah.
He pauses for a second to think. “Well, when I’m trying not to come...”
I burst out laughing. “Oh, do tell. What do you think of when you’re trying not to come?”
“I think of my middle school P.E. teacher, Mr. Fletcher.”
I nearly double over laughing.
“Okay, I don’t think you’re allowed to laugh that hard. That’s got to be against the rules. I won’t tell you anything else.”
I sit up straight. He’s probably right about the laughing. I take a few deep breaths, and he starts washing my back. It sends tingles down my spine. He moves to my shoulders, but I reach up and grab his hand before he goes lower on my body.
