Page 33 of Costume Party Crush
“Our baby is in there,” he breathed as we parted, resting his hand on my middle.
“Yeah.”
“So do we call our families first, or celebratory sex?” he teased.
I groaned at the thought of his knot, which I’d spent far too much time enjoying since mating. “Sex.”
He shifted, slid his hands under my ass and carried me to the bedroom.
There was plenty of time to figure out how to break the good news to our families, but we’d have to work our sex life around caring for kids before we knew it.
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~July~
My earbuds were in and I danced as I painted a flowing white veil behind a bride. My baby seemed to enjoy the music, as he was similarly dancing.
Though I wished he’d stop dancing on my bladder.
I finished the scalloped edges of the veil, then switched colors and grabbed a leaf-shaped sponge. I squirted a mix of orange, brown, red and yellow on a palette and dipped the sponge in the paint.
Window painting around my massive baby-bump wasn’t easy, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I’d have him strapped to my back soon enough, once I’d recovered after delivery.
Multicolor leaves appeared on the window, floating through the air and scattered on the ground of the scene, emphasizing the ‘New Fall Styles!’ declaration that was at the center of the painting.
My stomach growled, and I chuckled. “I know little one. Papa’s almost done, then we’ll go get some food.”
I doubled over as a sharp pain struck.
“Hey now,” I complained, breathing through it. “I said we’ll eat after this.”
I switched to another leaf sponge, giving the piece a variety of leaves rather than one single shape.
Finally I stepped back and grinned. The painting was vibrant, and eye-catching. I was sure that the bridal boutique would find a nice uptick in appointments from it.
I was just putting my paint and tools away when there was another sharp pain.
“We’re going, we’re going,” I grumbled. Then I realized where the pains were coming from. “Oh…”
I closed my gear up, then pulled my phone from my pocket. I opened the labor app, noted the approximate time, then started the tracker. I closed my eyes and rested my hand on my bump, basking in the knowledge that I was about to be a papa.
My eyes opened when my phone rang, and I grinned when I saw Frankie’s photo light up the screen.
“Hey Genie,” I answered, using my special nickname for him.
Frankie laughed. “Hey gorgeous. Wanna get some lunch?”
My stomach growled. “Absolutely. We definitely need to eat before heading to the hospital.”
“Heading to the…” he trailed off. “Wait, are you?”
I laughed. “It just started a bit ago. Plenty of time before we have to head in.”
“Where are we going to eat, omega-mine?”
“Hmmm…” I mused. Suddenly everything sounded good, and I had to try to remember what foods to avoid during labor.
I sighed, I wanted something more substantial, but I didn’t want to risk it either. “How about that new soup place?”
