Page 127 of Mind Maze

“How are you feeling?” he asks, hand falling to my stomach. “Won’t be long until our little girl has a baby sister.”

For some reason, I can’t remember seeing him hold Kaitlyn as an infant. It bothers me, but I never say anything. When this one is born, I’ll make sure to sear every moment in my mind so I don’t forget.

“Kait, hurry, sis is kicking,” he says with excitement.

I chuckle as she runs over to place her small hand on my stomach. The baby growing inside me moves more and more each day. She’s familiar with both her sister’s and daddy’s voices and always reacts when they speak to her.

“Dinner will get cold if we don’t eat soon,” I say to them. “Little sis won’t be happy if we feed her cold food.”

Kaitlyn finds this amusing and giggles.

Dinner is a playful affair as per usual. Kaitlyn regales us with her summertime adventures outside. Her daddy tells her interesting stories about work that leave both me and Kaitlyn on the edge of our seats, rapt with attention. Within a few months, we’ll add another to the mix. I try to imagine holding my infant in my arms.

If only I could remember what it felt like to hold Kaitlyn.

I’d brought it up once, and I’d been met by my husband’s disappointment. He even took me in to see the doctor.

And then…

Well, I don’t remember what exactly happened, but I know it was something I shouldn’t bring up again.

I don’t like seeing disappointment on his handsome face.

I prefer to see pleasure at what a good wife and mother I am.

After dinner, we all clean the kitchen together and then eat the pineapple upside down cake I’d made earlier. They both praise me for my efforts and by the end of dessert, I’m beaming with pride.

Each day, our routine is essentially the same. I take care of bath time for Kaitlyn and then her daddy reads her several bedtime stories. And when she finally goes to sleep, it’s when I get to spend time with him, having him all to myself.

“I need you,” I tell him as soon as our bedroom door is closed. “I’ve missed you.”

His eyes turn feral as I strip out of my summer dress. Sometimes I feel fat, but he never sees me that way. It’s as if my carrying his child turns him on. I glance down at his chinos and note that his cock is bulging against the material.

I unhook my bra, toss it away, and then push down my underwear. He watches me like a lion watches a gazelle, eager to pounce. Since my belly is getting bigger, I have to gently lower myself onto the bed. I stretch out, waiting for him to come to me.

He wastes no time pulling off his sea-foam-colored Polo. I one time got confused when I didn’t see his tattoos. Another disappointing look.

My husband doesn’t have tattoos. He has an incredible amount of chest hair and a cute, rounded stomach. I like to tease him it’s from all my good cooking. He doesn’t argue.

He undoes his belt, unfastens his pants, and then pushes them down. His tight brief underwear shows the evidence of his arousal. Then he pushes that down as well. His cock bobs in front of him, nestled in a bush of overgrown hair.

Has it always been so…unkempt?

He’s a hairy man, so it’s inevitable, I suppose.

I pull him to me, wanting him to kiss me. My head is starting to throb and thoughts I don’t like are teasing the edges of my mind. His lips quickly make me forget.

“I’ve wanted to do this all damn day,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Ready for my big dick, Romy?”

He pokes at my entrance. It’s always rough at first. I think pregnancy makes me dry. Sometimes I bleed and cry until a few strokes begin to lubricate his cock. Then it’s okay.

“Hey,” he says, not entering me just yet. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” I murmur quickly. “I’m ready.”

It’s not big like he says. In fact, it often feels like it’s not enough. Like I’m not full like I ought to be. Something is missing. Again, I don’t dare say that to him. I don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Sharp pain burns my insides as he pushes his cock inside me. Once he gets all five inches inside me, I can breathe again.

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