Page 92 of Living for Truth
Chapter 43
Hannah
We’ve officially made it to sixteen weeks, and I’m starting to show a little bit.
It’s not as obvious as it would be on a thinner person, but I know my body, and I can tell. Morgan can too, apparently, because as I was showering this morning, his gaze was locked in on my stomach, and when I asked him what he was looking at, he hopped in the shower—still in his boxers–—and knelt to the floor to press tender kisses all along the swell of my stomach.
He proceeded to give me two orgasms to “show his appreciation for carrying our twins”—his words, not mine.
I’ve never made it this far into pregnancy before, and I had to look up if being extra horny was normal. It is, apparently, and I’m not complaining.
Morgan isn’t either.
I was never the one to initiate sex with Liam, but I don’t have that problem with Morgan. He makes me feel confident, sexy, andsafe.As soon as I see Morgan walkin the door I have to give my vagina a scolding because it wants to be filledimmediately.If Aly isn’t home, I give in to my hormones and jump on him, sometimes we don’t even make it up the stairs. One time, we were halfway up the stairs, and I couldn’t wait so he just fucked me right on the staircase. When she is home, I have to stand in front of the freezer to cool myself off so I can function properly.
I swing between only wanting to eat salty snacks and only wanting to eat candy, but I haven’t had any strange cravings yet.
Today is Jake’s farewell, and he texted me to personally ask if I was going to be there. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go, but I couldn’t say no to him.
It’s been over four months, and I’m not excited to see my mom. I’m hoping I can avoid her as much as possible. There’s always a luncheon after the church meeting, and I plan on showing up long enough to say hi to Jake and then leave.
I told Morgan he doesn’t need to come, but he refuses to let me go by myself. Aly said she wanted to come because she’s never been to a church before, and she wants to see what it’s like, so she’s coming too.
I gave them a rundown of what a sacrament meeting entails, how someone will be passing around bread and water, and we aren’t allowed to take it because we aren’t worthy.
Aly and Morgan both think that’s a mean thing to do, and they aren’t wrong.
Dressed in a simple jersey swing dress and gladiator sandals, I’m pulling Aly’s hair into a french braid down her back. Her hair’s gotten long this summer, and shelooks so grown up. It’s wild to think she starts school again in a few weeks.
“Your hair’s gotten so long,” I comment as I plait the strands together.
“Yeah…” Aly’s shoulders slump a little.
“Do you not like it long?”
Aly shrugs. “My mom told me girls look better with long hair so I’ve never cut mine more than a little bit.”
“Do you want to cut it short?”
“I think so. I like the way your hair looks. And sometimes my hair feels too heavy for my head,” she pauses, “Do you think I’d look good with short hair?”
“I think you would look beautiful with whatever length of hair you want. If you think your head would feel better with shorter hair, we can make an appointment to get it cut.” I finish up the braid and tie off the end, and Aly turns around and gives me a hug.
“Thank you, Hannah. I’ll think about it.”
Damn hormones. Every time she hugs me I almost burst into tears.
“You’re welcome, Aly. Do you want help picking out a dress?”
“No, I already picked one out.”
“Perfect. Your dad and I will be waiting here for you. We need to leave in twenty minutes, okay?”
“Okay!” She rushes up the stairs to get changed.
I sit on the couch and scroll through social media while I wait for my baby daddy and my future step-daughter to get ready.
Elli’s been posting about the tour, and I can see how happy she is in every picture. I briefly wonder if I lookhappier than I did before, so I scroll through some of the pictures I’ve taken recently on my phone.
