hubby frank and crazy wife pregnancy hcs ?
yup yup yup on it im onnnnnn it !!! kisses ! dddne if u squint sorry I have to xox
the change in your body ins't unsettling. it feels kinda normal. like what is supposed to happen during pregnancy.
but it is confusing. how easy this whole thing has gone so far.
you wake up in a cold sweat 6 days out of 7, because you dream of it all going wrong. you dream about losing the baby, frank returning to his semi violent state. you dream about dying on the hospital bed.
but every time frank shakes you awake from your dream-you can tell as gently as he can, with hushed tones of "hey-honey cmon your alright-just a dream baby, you're good-so good-"
he's being so gentle. almost too gentle. like you're wrapped in bubble wrap.
he's obsessed with your belly. kisses it- doing that thing where he picks up the weight off of your back by reaching his hands under you.
calls you mama twenty four sevennnnn, he starts referring to himself as daddy the moment you show him the positive test.
he's gotten very handsy- though.
the changes in your body like your growing breast size-you're skin's new sensitivity- even the morning nausea makes frank feel. different. turned the fuck on
he feels like a caged dog in a way. like someone retreating-holding back for the better of your future.
but you know that is not going to work in the long run. it won't work a bit- not with his temper- his jealousy, his fear.
and you trust him. you trust him to look after you-but not to look after himself.
he's up already- making breakfast in the kitchen, whispering fuck over the scrambled egg's he's redone about 13 times.
frank-honey?
he drops everything and runs through. and damn he is just too fucking cute now.
his hair has grown out- his flannel shirt rolled up. stupid fucking teenage mutant ninja turtle boxers on. he looks like a dad.
get in-get in bed for a second honey-
so he does. slowly- approaching you like you're a bonfire. cautious, interested
we-we gotta
he nods slightly. but looks confused- I mean he has no idea what you are actually gonna say. so when you pull down the duvet to expose your cleavage to him, show him to consequences of getting you pregnant. the real control he's gotten over your body. all of your body. all of you. you know through that small action, you've got his full attention
gotta talk about somthin, hm?
he nods, mouth dropped open. just staring. you feel like a prono he must watched or something. objectified and singular. it feels almost gross. but still. still good.
you think about bringing up the subject of his anger. his expression. how can you set the boundary that yeah-you guys both need the rougher stuff. but not in front of the fucking baby. never in front of the baby. so you look over him- the image of a man repressed and desperate and you make a snap decision.
I-i'll let you suck my tits ifyoupromiseto neverhurtthebaby
it comes out like a jumbled mess. something sick and stupid- but he just. nods. crawling over the mattress. you grab his jaw-tight- when he gets close enough
and maybe its his desperation, or his needy-ness, maybe its the fact that you miss the fear. you want to be scared of him again.
you hurt me, baby. you just hurt me. I need-need you to keep mama in line- frank, gotta help me stay-on the fucking straight n narrow-you know I'd kill a pta mom if given-given thefucking chance- so you gotta promise-promise me daddy- that you'll keep me in fucking check when the baby comes- but the kid won't know fucking shit about it
he doesn't answer. he just wraps his mouth around your nipple and moans, nodding while pinching the skin of your inner arm.
he's trying to get something out of you- as he grinds his cock on to your thigh-sucking with an insane force
he keeps pinching harder. cause he misses the bruises, and the black eyes- he misses the cast with his name on it spelled out in pink sparkly pen. he knows you miss it too. cause the change is good- the change isn't unsettling. but you both want it to be.
