She would’ve heard my car by now or seen me through the window if she'd been waiting for me. Had she fallen asleep?
I began to imagine how I would find her lying on the bed, plant a soft kiss on her forehead, and then cuddle her in her sleep.
I pushed my bedroom door open with a wide smile. My smile broadened when I noticed that the light was on but dim, and Jenna was standing in front of the mirror. She had her back to me, but I could see her reflection in the mirror.
She could’ve seen me come in through the window, but I doubted she had because she seemed really occupied. All her attention was focused on whatever she was looking at in front of the mirror. Her hair was tied into a messy bun, and she was already in her.
I drew closer to notice her struggling to close the buttons of her shirt. I could see her reflection in the mirror; a hint of sadness in her bright green eyes seemed to dim the sparkle that I always found there.
My heart constricted as I drew closer; I thought I knew the cause of her sadness. I walked quickly behind her and put my arms around her. I kissed her gently on the neck and rubbed her bare stomach lightly while looking into the mirror.
She was already in her third trimester, and she’d changed a lot—all the changes that would typically appear in a pregnant woman were evident in her body.
She was bigger; some of her clothes no longer fit, but she still looked as beautiful as ever. Her body still aroused me whenever I looked at her, and I still wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss her. She’d been having a lot of mood swings lately, too, which I considered cute.
“What could be troubling the queen of my little kingdom?” I asked and leaned into her, kissing the crook of her neck.
I traced my fingers from her arms down to her stomach. I rubbed her stomach gently for a while before I helped her fix the buttons of her shirt.
She swallowed hard, and her eyes twitched before she answered my question. “I don’t like my body anymore. My clothes hardly fit, and I can hardly move. It’s depressing— I want my old body back!” she complained.
I chuckled and leaned further into her, squeezing her.
I kissed the crook of her neck and caressed her stomach. “Is that it? Is that the reason for the sadness?” I murmured.
She nodded her head in her usual cute manner, and in doing so, her bun loosened, and her soft curls came falling over her shoulders. Some brushed over my face in the process, and I sniffed the sweet smell of her shampoo, which reminded me of fresh flowers that had just opened in the morning of a new, beautiful day.
“You are beautiful, Jenna,” I said into her neck. “I had always considered you one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever come across, right from the first day I set eyes on you—even when you moved into my house, and even right now. You have always been beautiful to me, even now. I find all of this attractive, too. Why wouldn’t I?”
I took a deep breath against her ear, inhaling her sweet scent. “You are carrying my child; my seed is inside you, and you will give me the greatest gift I’ve ever received. You’re truly gorgeous.”
The thought of having a little version of me—or a little version of Jenna—running around the house overwhelmed me with joy. Sometimes, I could not help but imagine what the child would look like. Would it be a boy who would look like me and carry all the allure and aura that I had? Or would it be a girl that would look like the smaller version of Jenna, with those beautiful green eyes and a replica of her strawberry curls falling over her shoulders when she ran around the house?
Another smile engulfed my face as I looked at Jenna’s in the mirror, the sparkle in her eyes was back, and her face brightened. Her lips were pursed like she was trying to withhold a smile. The thought widened my smile, and I leaned in to kiss her neck again.
“I adore you.”
She finally smiled with the last words, but at the same time, I noticed a slight twitch, which suggested that she was in pain, but it quickly disappeared as soon as I’d seen it.
I spun her around to face me.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
She smiled and nodded her head. “Thank you.” Her soft voice rang in my ears.
Once again, I reflected on my once-dark life, which had brightened up ever since Jenna came into the picture. “No, thank you for coming into my life.”
With that, I traced my fingers over her body and upwards till I reached her hair. I ran my hands over her soft curls and helped her assemble them again.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled broadly and ran her hands over my chest. “How was your day in the office? I hope you didn’t get too stressed out.”
“The thought of you and your picture embedded in my head will never make me stressed out.”
She laughed.
“I can’t wait for you to give birth,” I added and made her sit on the chair while massaging her shoulders. “It’s not because I want your old body back, but because I miss being able to handle your body with no restrictions. I want to be able to fuck you hard and rough without fear of hurting the baby. Looking at your face and body turns me on like nothing else,” I whispered into her ear and kissed her neck.