Page 81 of Pregnant in Plaid
"I feel like a planet."
"You feel like the most amazing thing I've ever seen." He turns me around to face him, and the look in his eyes is so intense I forget to breathe. "Can I touch you?"
"Yes. Please."
His hands move over me slowly—my shoulders, my arms, my waist. When he reaches my belly, he pauses.
"Is this okay?" he asks.
"It's perfect."
He kneels down, and for a second I think he's going to do something very forward, but instead he presses a kiss to my stomach. Right over where the baby is.
"Hi, raspberry," he murmurs against my skin.
I laugh despite myself. "Did you just call our baby a raspberry?"
He looks up at me, grinning. "That's what you call it."
"Come here." I pull him up to standing. "Let me take care of you."
We settle onto the mattress, which involves somecreative positioning and a lot of pillows. Finally, I'm on my side naked and he's pressed against me, his hand splayed across my stomach.
"Comfortable?" he asks.
"As comfortable as a pregnant woman can be." I turn my head to look at him. "Are you okay with all this? The belly, the awkwardness, the fact that I might need to pee in the middle of everything?"
"I'm more than okay." He kisses my neck, slow and deliberate. "I'm exactly where I want to be."
His hand slides lower, teasing, and I gasp.
"Still okay?" he murmurs against my ear.
"Very okay."
"Good." His fingers move with deliberate care, learning what makes me shiver, what makes me moan. "Tell me what you need."
"You. Just you."
He shifts behind me, and I feel him hard against me. "I need to ask something," he says, voice strained.
"What?"
"Birth control. We should—" He stops, and I can hear the embarrassment in his voice. "Wait. That's a stupid question, isn't it?"
I laugh so hard I snort. "Yeah, Trace. Little late for that conversation."
"I'm an idiot."
"You're sweet." I reach back and touch his face. "And we're good. All things considered."
"Right. Okay." He laughs too, and the tensionbreaks a little. "I just wanted to be responsible. I haven’t been with anyone since you."
"The responsible thing happened seven months ago. Now we're just enjoying the consequences."
He groans and buries his face in my neck. "You're terrible."
"You love it."
