Let the Fussing Begin…

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Let the Fussing Begin…

A Pregnancy Chronicle


R.L. Mathewson

“Jason, stop!” she said, trying not to smile and failing miserably as she allowed him to pull her into his arms so that he could wrap his arms around her and press a kiss against her neck.

“Never,” he promised against her neck with a smile as he laid his hand over her still flat stomach.

“You’re spoiling me,” she said with a groan as she looked down at the large spread that he’d put out for her and then at the clock above the stove and winced when she noted the time. “It’s after midnight.”

“So, it is,” he murmured thoughtfully as he pressed another kiss against her neck.

“You should be in bed,” she pointed out as she reached up and pushed her glasses back up her nose as she looked longingly at the stack of buttermilk pancakes that he’d made for her.

“Is that an offer?” he asked, pressing another kiss against her neck as his hand gently caressed her stomach.

“Perhaps,” she said with a sniff and a smile before she said, “You’ve been working all day, Jason. You’ve gotta be exhausted.”

A shrug.

“Are you picking up a shift tomorrow with your dad?” she asked, worrying her bottom lip even as she reminded herself that they were going to need the extra money to help with the baby.

“No,” he said, pressing another kiss against her nape as he reached over with his free hand and poured an insane amount of maple syrup over the stack of pancakes that she fully planned on devouring.

“Why not?” she asked, admittedly distracted by those pancakes.

“Because,” he said, pressing one last kiss against her neck before he sat down and pulled her on his lap, “I would rather spend the day with you and the kids.”

Smiling, she turned around on his lap and wrapped her arms around him so that she could kiss him. “Thank you,” she said, smiling.

“If you really want to thank me…” he said, letting his words trail off as he reached around her and picked a fork for her as he leaned in and kissed her. “Eat.”

With a pout and one last kiss, she turned around on his lap and took the fork from him. She dug into her pancakes and closed her eyes on a groan, thankful that she’d married a man that loved to spoil her. As she devoured the large stack of pancakes, Jason continued to hold her, keeping his hand on her stomach, occasionally kissing her when he wasn’t accepting a bite or two of pancake as he did.

By the time the last bite was gone, Jason had shifted his hand beneath her shirt so that he could rub his hand over her stomach as he continued to kiss her neck and leaving her lick her lips hungrily. Closing her eyes, she sat back and let her head drop against his shoulder as she sat there, enjoying his touch.

When he turned his head so that he could kiss the side of her neck, she licked her lips as the hand on her stomach slid up and cupped her breast while his other hand moved between her legs and-

“Oh, god,” she moaned as he cupped her between her legs.

“Why don’t we let the kids sleep in late?” he suggested with a kiss as he rubbed his hand between her legs, making her lick her lips and nod, because that was an excellent suggestion.

“I suppose we could do that,” she managed to get out when he helped her to her feet, bent her over the table and…

Made it a very interesting night.


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