thinking about secretly doing a photoshoot during each month of my pregnancy and compiling the photos into an album that i will gift my breeder spontaneously after our babies are born.
maybe its a night i notice them staring a little too hard at my tummy, no doubt reminiscing the huge belly that was once there. or when they let out a freudian slip, insinuating that more babies will surely be made very soon. i decide right then and there that tonight will be the night they’re gifted my oh so thoughtful present.
the babies are picked up and safely within the hands of our family. we have the house to ourselves, and when they arrive to what they presume is a cozy, quiet night in, they find a lacey covered album set upon the bed. the opening of the covers and the slow flips through the pages are met with images ranging from adorable first trimester tummy photos to heavily pregnant, carnal desire in its purest form, photos.
a soft click from behind announces my presence, clad in a silky babydoll dress. a second later when i’m in their lap, a silent promise is made. there is no way, i’m not leaving this bed pregnant.