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“You let me sleep in?” I ask, rubbing my eyes, and then my back. “I have stuff to do.”
“Like look completely ravishing?” He bends to kiss my forehead, my lips, and then the giant belly bursting out of my cropped pajama T-shirt.
I snort, running my hands over my taut skin as I waddle around him to the refrigerator. “I don’t feel particularly ravishing. More like a whale. You make big babies.”
“All the better to love you with,” he says, taking the juice jug from my hand and pouring a glass for me, before setting it back in the fridge. “On account of their bigger hearts.”
I snuffle laughter into my orange juice. “Corndog.”
“Did you call mecorndogorhorn-dog?” He walks in close behind me, spreads his big hand over my enormous baby bump, and guides me backward, to feel the massive erection in his jeans. It’s vertical, so he must have tucked it behind his belt, like he usually does when he’s not planning to use it on me immediately.
The man is obsessed with my pregnancy-bod, and he’s practically hard twenty-four-seven lately.
“Both names describe you perfectly, so what does it matter which I said?” I say, throwing him a cheeky grin over my shoulder, as I pull away.
Quin follows, to give my ass a squeeze, and grunts. “What kind of stuff do you think you’re doing today? Because, if I see you get on that ladder again, I swear to all that is fucking special that I will spank you for it.”
“Mmm… Promise?” I tease, pouting my lips and thrusting my tits out. They’re huge now, so it’s a high-impact move.
“Woman,” Quin rumbles in a warning tone, as he adjusts his package.
Still smiling, I shrug. “I’ll just be cleaning. Getting the house ready for some long days of neglect.”
Quin’s eyebrows twitch. “I’lltidy, and if it’s not up to your standards, we’ll get a cleaner in. Why we don’t use a cleaning service already is beyond me.”
“I don’t like other people invading our space. It’s too precious to me.” I stand my ground and arch my brow at him when he looks set to offer a counter-argument. “House work is also good for me. Part of my nesting phase. And my getting around on all fours will help get this baby into alignment, ready to launch.”
His expression suggests he remains unconvinced, but Curty thundering down the stairs in an obvious rush draws our attention.
“Dad, we’re going to be late,” he calls, coming into the kitchen a moment later. “Morning, Mom. If you have the baby today, can I get out of school early?”
I rub my belly. “Even if I started going into labor now, I doubt she’ll be out before the end of school, Curty. But you never know. We’ll keep you posted if anything changes. How about that?”
He takes his schoolbag from Quin and nods. “Deal. Bye, Mom.” He quick-steps across the kitchen to kiss me on the cheek, and then he pats my belly. “Bye, baby.”
He grabs his grinning father’s hand on his way to the door. “C’mon, Quin. It’s go time.”
Still beaming with pride, Quin looks back at me, over his shoulder, as he’s pulled away. “I’ll be back soon. Go get some more rest, because I’m taking you out later. And if you think you’re crawling around, scrubbing floors and cleaning out all the bottom shelves, think again.”
I can’t waddle after him fast enough to ask questions before he’s gone, so I head back to the kitchen, grab a cloth, and get down on my hands and knees, to clean the toe kicks before re-organizing the Tupperware drawer.
Quin swears when he gets home to find me, wiping out the big drawer while surrounded by a sea of plastic containers, ass in the air. “Such a fucking brat,” he says with a sigh, pushing things aside to make room for himself behind me.
He yanks down my pajama shorts, spreads my cheeks, and buries his face in my ass, to tongue-fuck my pussy until I’m too busy rocking and moaning, to keep cleaning.
I’m about to come, when he pulls away and tugs my shorts back into place. He swats my ass, and then pulls me away from the cupboards, so he can pick me up.
“You’d better be taking me upstairs, to finish the job,” I pant at him, as he carries me to our room.
“I’ll be fucking you later. You can wait until then,” he says, taking me through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He sets me down, puts the plug into the bath, and starts the water running, then watches me. “Need to pee again, yet?”
I really do. My bladder holds fuck-all these days. I stomp over to the toilet and pull down my pants. “You’re mean.”
“And you’re cute when you’re angry. Come find me when you’re done. Your bath will be a while running.”
I do as I’m told, but get fully naked before heading out of the bathroom to hunt him down.
Surprised to see him sitting on the bed waiting for me, I approach with caution. “You’re not playing hard to find.”
