You find me in the living room, pacing, groaning. It’s 2am and I couldn’t sleep again, the overdue triplets always moving now that they’ve dropped. You hear me before you see me, my labored breathing as I waddle slowly around the room, a futile attempt to get the babies to come faster.
I lean against the buffet table, groaning and rubbing my belly, my eyes closed as I breathe through a contraction. I feel your hands on me, holding my belly.
“Just breathe, baby girl. You’re doing so good” I hear you say. I can’t help but smile when you kiss me, my head on your chest as the tightness lessens and the babies move freely again.
“They’re getting closer…” I groan. “It feels so heavy now”
You kneel in front of me, taking in what you did to me all those months ago. Your hands roaming my stretched skin, my tank top barely able to hold my breasts, my shorts tight on my hips. I moan when you kiss my belly button, popped out and so sensitive now.
“You’ve never looked sexier, baby” I hear you coo. “Let’s get you back to bed before your legs give out.”
I nod, letting you help me waddle slowly down the hall. I pause halfway there, leaning against the wall and groaning as another contraction grips me, my back so tight and the babies moving down.
“Breathe, princess. Good girl” I hear you in my ear, your hands roaming my tight belly as I breathe with you.
“I want to push so badly” I gasp, but you know I’m not ready to yet. These babies are big, the labor will be long and slow.
Finally we reach the bed. I sit gratefully, leaning back on my hands and feeling my belly resting on my fattened thighs. You kneel in front of me again and massage my deep stretch marks, grabbing the oil and making my belly shine.
You lay me on my side, spooning behind me, your hand on my belly as I try to find some sleep between contractions. Having you close to me helps me relax, my body melting into yours as I drift back to sleep again.
