Something that makes my brain go fuzzy is the thought of being so turned on by my own pregnant belly that I can’t help but get a little wet after staring at myself in the mirror. Getting so consumed in thinking of how I ended up like this, how much of an honor it is to be growing the love of my life’s babies, how it feels so natural and fulfilling getting bigger every day.
I’d be waiting for you to get home, propped up against the headboard with my legs spread. It’s been an after-work ritual the past few weeks—because I’ve just been too insatiable—that you walk through the door and you’re inside of me within ten minutes. But this particular time there’s just a tingly ache at my core that can’t be held off to wait for you. It’s no surprise when my hand snakes down my body slowly, first brushing over my sensitive breasts, down to lightly cup my belly, and then hovering between my thighs as I start to softly rub myself. Head thrown back, humming softly, remembering all the times you’ve done this to me and how much better your hand feels than mine.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I recoil my hand and snap my head up to see you, smug as ever as you lean on the door frame. A flush of red would overtake my cheeks—silly given that you’ve seen me in the most vulnerable positions possible. You walk towards me to sit on the bed, placing your hand on my knee.
“Couldn’t wait for you to get home, ‘m sorry. Just love being so full. Got caught up in how beautiful I look now.”
“Don’t ever apologize for taking care of yourself. Just prepping yourself for me ‘til I could get to you. And you were always beautiful. But now? Fuck, not even perfect would describe what you are now. Still can’t believe you’ve got my baby in there.”
I giggle a bit, because I can never fathom how you can’t believe it. How you don’t ever grasp that your babies are the only ones I’ve ever wanted, that I wouldn’t change my body like this for anyone else.
I grab your hand and place it on my swollen tummy, rubbing circles on your thumb while the warmth of your palm feels like it radiates through my whole body.
“Mhmmm. So special, yeah? Made this together.”
“Best thing we ever did. Now you wanna scoot over? Looks like you wanna practice for when we make our next one.”
























