Our House - pt3
steve loves a pregnant belly. pleaseeeee send requests for this series!
WC: 1.1k
TW: pregnancy, sexual content, language, slight breeding kink, MDNI. hardly proofread!
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No one was surprised, not even Steve's distant parents. In fact, people thought it would've happen sooner, baby Harrington #1.
5 months after the wedding, you found out. You felt nauseous everyday, and you were a little late, so you though 'why not take a test? we haven't been very careful, anyway.' And good thing you did, because that night you were heading to Philadelphia to spend the weekend with your old group of friends. Those night always ended in drinks. Or pot.
You took that day off to finish packing and get the house ready to be vacant for a couple days. While Steve was at work, you headed to the store. Already needing to buy road-trip snacks, you decided to buy a pregnancy test, too. You took it at home, alone in the bathroom, not thinking anything of it. Of course, you and your husband had discussed kids plenty of times, but there was never a conversation when you both decided now.
Low and behold, there were 2 strong lines on the test. You cried in disbelief and joy, barely being able to wait another 3 hours for Steve to come home. So you didn't.
"Hawkins middle, how can I help you?"
"Hi, is coach Harrington able to come to the phone?" You asked nervously, picking at your fingers while you propped the phone up with your shoulder. "It's his wife," you clarified.
The receptionist put you on hold for a few minutes, and you waited no patiently at all. Finally, you heard his voice.
"Honey? You okay?" Steve asked, sounding panicked.
"Steve! Steve, you're gonna be a dad!" You rejoiced.
"Wha- What?! Baby, are you serious?" his voice broke.
"I'm serious, Steve, I just took a test! I'm gonna be a mommy!"
He came home the second the last bell rang. You showed him the test, tears in both your eyes. He held you tightly against him, both arms wrapping around your waist as he cried in your shoulder. You knew how much he had always wanted this, how it was his dream to have a big, bustling family to replace the empty house he grew up in.
The next night when you two were with your friends, you showed them the pregnancy test. Normally, people say to wait a while before telling anyone, but you fought monsters with these people, they kept you and your husband alive, and you them. How could you not tell them?
They all ran at you at once, laughing and smiling. Robin even cried, just as happy for her friends as you were. She didn't know about the conversation you and Steve had in the car.
"If it's a girl, I think we should name her something in honor or Robs, you know? She saved my life, man. Thank you isn't enough for that," Steve confessed. Your expression softened as your heart cracked open.
"So you're dedicating your first born to her?" You laughed, knowing he'd take it the way you meant it - a joke to cover up the fact that you were this close to tears.
"Something like that, yeah," he grinned, squeezing your hand from across the console in his big, blue truck. You smiled back at him, giving him your silent permission.
***
After around 4 months, you started to show. And 2 months after that, you were swollen and big, waddling when you walked. It was hard in many ways, but it was so rewarding. Steve made it easier, too. Something about your hormones were making you obsessed with Steve - like, more than usual. You could hardly stand to be away from him during the work day, and once he got home, you were clinging to him like glue on paper. He didn't mind, especially with how good you looked pregnant.
He loved that every time you hugged him, he could feel your baby beneath your skin, a reminder of the life he had ahead of him. He got hard when he watched you do the most mundane tasks - folding laundry, cooking dinner, making the bed. As much as he tried to convince you he could do it, you still got around pretty well, and even told him that you liked doing it. That was a lie. Who likes making the bed? Certainly not you. What you liked was his reaction. How wild he went.
He was always behind you, hands on or resting under your belly. His front flush against your back, and his chin on your shoulder. Or, he liked to be kissing your neck or shoulders, grinding his hard-on into you. And boy, did you bask it in. He just couldn't help himself. He was bad on a regular day, but add the fact that you were pregnant - his beautiful, gorgeous, sexy wife, was pregnant. Not only was this part of a dream he'd always had, believing it was just out of reach his entire life, but it was also so hot. Everyone knew you were his and you were giving him a baby.
In bed, you didn't have to do any work. Just lay there and watch, lay there and feel. He didn't want you worrying about him, just wanted to make sure you got the most out of every round. There were a few times in your early pregnancy when you convinced him to let you ride him, but with how big your belly had gotten, you didn't even really want to anymore. It was too hard. So, you were mostly on your back, especially after you start producing milk. Your breasts got too heavy and tender to be swinging in doggy.
When Steve learned the awesomeness that was lifting your belly, you wanted to marry him all over. Your stomach weighed easily 10 pounds, if not more, and the weight brought you forward. Endless back, shoulder, and neck pain came from it. But one night as you were standing at the counter, making yourself pickles with mustard drizzled over them (one of your favorite pregnancy cravings), Steve fell into his usual spot behind you. You leaned your head against his shoulder, and his hands dipped to cup your belly. The combination of you leaning back and his supporting hands felt great, but you knew it could be better.
"Steve, lift," you pleaded.
"What, your belly?" He asked, confused. You nodded vehemently, turning your head to meet his eyes. He stared at you as he cautiously started to pull the underside of your round belly up. Your head fell back once more and you groaned.
"Steve..." you sighed, and it would have made him hard all over again if you didn't look so relieved.
"Yeah, baby? Feel good?" He cooed, kissing your jaw. You nodded with pouty lips.
"Keep this up, and we're gonna need a bigger house," you mumbled half-heartedly under your breath.
He did it for you everyday since then.
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