Page 132 of His Big Bad Stick

Fuck, I’m feeling… emotions…

I feel a smile trying to climb across my face too.

The bathroom door slams shut.

This time I’m not letting her stay by herself.

I don’t know how to say this without sounding … wrong…

But Abrielle’s belly.

It’s… bigger…

I felt it. Bigger. Harder.

Meaning her womb is growing. Meaning our baby is growing.

My sense of protection, care, and desire to hold and love Abrielle just increased times one hundred.

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Abrielle

What’s it called?

Popping?

I popped?

My stomach… popped?

Not literally, of course, but it’s… there.

I thought I noticed it earlier myself.

My body is different. Just like that. And it’ll never be the same ever again. No matter what. During the entire pregnancy, changing per day, and even after I give birth…

Also, I panicked in front of Colver.

The way his hand had been moving though.

His fingers right now should be sliding between my legs. His fingertips playing with my soft clit. Making me groan. Making me cry out his name.

Instead, I’m in the bathroom, standing at the sink, trying not to throw up.

I’ve never witnessed caring. Or love. I’ve never witnessed people staying together through a time that wasn’t ideal. Not that being pregnant is a bad thing. This is just… so much…

The bathroom door opens.

Shit! I forgot to lock it!

As soon as I look at Colver, I know that even if I locked the door, it wouldn’t have mattered. He would have thrown himself into his own bathroom door, breaking it open to get to me.

“Colver,” I manage to whisper.

He moves right toward me.

My hands grip the sink tight, shaking.

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