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I count to three and heft myself out of bed, it’s a production that requires more effort than most of my former workouts. My center of gravity is non-existent, my belly is a planet now, skin stretched taut, stretch marks carved into my thighs. I feel a kick and place my hand there.
“Hey,” I mumble.
I heard somewhere it helps to talk to the baby, and I won’t lie, it’s established a camaraderie between us. A foot presses into my palm at the sound of my voice. I throw on some overalls and a T-shirt and waddle downstairs.
“Hello, darling!” Vince says.
Since I’m due next month, we’re both taking time off to prepare, but I still work from home for the Gateway Club a couple of days a week to prepare for my maternity leave. The Imposters have put off touring until next Spring, they’re dropping their ninth album (8th, or is this a new one, so the 9th?) in the Winter.
Seismic Shiftis a herculean feat, fifteen songs clocking in at ninety minutes. It’s their most daring experimental record yet, and preorders have already skyrocketed them to the top of the alternative charts.
Now, Vince is using his time off to prepare for fatherhood by reading countless books and wrestling with various pieces of baby furniture. He’s surprisingly good at assembling furniture, and claims he got his handy side from his dad.
Vince circles his arms around my belly and kisses my neck, “How are my girls?” He asks.
“We’re good. Tired and sore,” I say with a yawn. A foot presses into my ribcage.
“I don’t blame you, it’s getting cramped in there.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I say.
I make myself a bowl of cereal and settle down to eat. I’m starving and exhausted. My belly bumps against the edge of the table.
Vince kisses my cheek and sits across from me, “ I know it’s hard! But only three weeks to go,” he says reassuringly.
“They can’t come fast enough,” I say. I’m already sweating through my shirt and it’s barely seventy degrees out.
“But it’ll all be worth it,” Vince says — it’s been astounding to observe that he has no doubts about becoming a parent. On the other hand, I’m a ball of nerves, but I’m trying not to let it show.
My phone buzzes, it’s Amy from the club asking me to look over her proposed lineup for the fall.
I clean up my dishes and retreat into my office, happy to lose myself in a familiar routine. My home office is conveniently located across from the nursery.
Hopefully, I can eventually split my time between touring, working from home, and occasionally commuting to the club once our daughter is born. I know that I’m going to love being a mom, but I love my job, too, and I don’t want to give it up.
Vince is enthralled to try his hand at being a stay-at-home Dad for a bit. He says it’ll be the longest he’s ever stayed in one place at one time. We’re already looking into bigger tour buses for future tours that are easier to childproof.
My mom thinks I’m crazy for wanting to back to work so soon after I have the baby, along with everyone else I talk to. Everyone talks about how different it’ll be once I have her, and how my life will change. I know that’s inevitable, but there are parts of my life right now that I love and would like to keep. Still, part of me already feels guilty.
Sometime around four, I decided to take a nap upstairs. I’m at a good place to stop for the day, and I’m exhausted. I fall asleep instantly, and when I wake up, Vince’s arms are circling me.
“Did you sleep well?” Vince asks.
“Surprisingly, yes,” I say snuggling into his side.
“Well, I just got back from a run and I was going to shower, wanna join me?”
We’ve found recently that shower sex is the only comfortable way to still have sex.
“I’d love that,” I say.
In the steamy bathroom, Vince and I strip down. He kisses me and cradles my stomach with one hand, caressing my body and gently massaging my breasts as he trails a line of kisses along my neck. A moan peels from the back of my throat as Vince cups my ass. I reach down and grab his rock-hard cock, enjoying the feeling of the cool water.
I’ve always loved that Vince’s shower is big enough for two people. His mouth trails down my cheek and neck, making me moan out loud again, before trailing back up and resting briefly against my ear. The water cascaded over us both, and I could smell a faint hint of peppermint from Vince’s shampoo.
He takes the lube from its hiding spot behind the conditioner and slathers it onto his cock and fingers with ease. I lean forward, trying to steady myself. He grabs my belly and holds me firm, relieving me of some of the pressure as he kisses my neck and shoulders, sucking on my neck. He slides his fingers up and down between my legs.
I gasp as I feel his hard-on press against the back of my thigh. My swollen clit begs for attention with every stroke of Vince’s fingers. I continue to moan as he strokes around my clit, before he sinks his fingers into me, sending shivers through me with each pass.
