Page 127 of Falling in Love with Two

“Well, why—”

I stop him before he can even get the question out. “It’s my big pregnant belly.”

Confused, he asks, “Can you give me more than that?”

“Usually, when you’re down there, I look down and watch. It turns me on to watch you going down on me. Now, I look down, and all I see is belly. I know it’s a baby, but it makes me feel huge. So, I try staring at the ceiling, and my mind starts to race. What’s the baby doing in there? Does it disturb her when you’re pounding into me? What if she comes out of the womb already resenting me? Man, I should be in the moment right, but instead, I’ll count the dots on the ceiling.”

He stops me. “Okay, I get it.”

“I just don’t feel very sexy, and I’m having a hard time relaxing.”

He stands up off the bed and holds out his hand for mine. I ask, “Are you mad?”

His lips pull up into a classic Dylan Lawson smile. “Not at all. You need to relax and get out of your own head enough to be able to come. I think I can help with that.”

He leads me into the bathroom and turns on the water, filling the bathtub.

“You remember what happened last time I tried to take a bath? I couldn’t get out of my own head then either.”

“That’s why I’m going to take a bath with you.”

I look at him in disbelief. “Dylan, I’ve been living here for months, and I’ve never seen you take a bath.”

“Well, I’ve never got to do it with a beautiful, naked, and soapy woman before.”

As much as I doubt that’s true, I choose not to argue. He’s being so sweet, and I don’t need to be bitchy in return.

I watch as he adds bubbles and lights some candles. He even turns on some music on his phone.

I look in the mirror. I’m only wearing a t-shirt with no pants. The t-shirt is one of Dylan’s, and with the big belly, I look like I’m wearing a poncho or something. I turn to the side and examine the pooch. It’s starting to resemble a basketball.

Dylan walks behind me, putting his hands on my stomach and planting a few soft kisses on my neck.

“I know you feel all out of sorts and when you look in the mirror, the person doesn’t look like what you’re used to. But for the record, I still think you’re beautiful.”

Usually, I’d tell him he’s full of shit, but when I see the way he’s looking at me, I actually believe him.

After pulling my shirt over my head, he holds out his hand for mine to help me into the tub. Once I’m situated in the water, he quickly undresses and climbs in behind me.

I lean back against his chest, getting comfortable.

“Are you okay?” Dylan asks while dragging his fingertips across my skin.

“I’m alright. Wishing I’d had an orgasm, but aside from that, it’s all gravy.”

He leans forward to whisper, “The night is not over yet, gorgeous.” His breath against my wet skin causes goosebumps to erupt all over my body.

His fingers massage me all over, adding the perfect amount of pressure. Between that, the soft music, and the candles, I’m about to melt right into the water around me.

“Dylan,” I say so quietly I’m not sure he heard me. In fact, I’m so out of it that I’m not sure I even said it out loud.

But I guess I do because he replies with, “Yes, gorgeous.”

“How is it that you are like this?”

“Like what?”

“Sweet. Patient. Kind. Overall amazing. I can’t believe you went from notorious ladies man to this guy.”

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