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I suck on her nipple and inhale her scent, the sweet smell of lilies. My hands rove her body, and she bends to my touch as I slip the other strap off her shoulder. She leans forward and lets the nightgown fall to her waist. I kiss her between her breasts, down to her abdomen.

She tenses up and I look up at her curiously. “Sorry, I…my stomach…”

“You’re beautiful,” I say. “All of you.”

She smiles, the blushing on her skin turning even pinker. I take her head into my hands and kiss her deeply again.

We make love then. I move on top of her and she lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist as I enter her. She moans and I feel the vibration against my skin as she kisses my neck.

“Oh, Jack,” she says. She digs her nails into my shoulders as I thrust into her, feeling her walls squeeze around me. I’m going slow, trying to enjoy every minute of this. She rocks her hips with mine and we’re in sync. Moving in synchronous rhythm with one another.

“Oh, yes,” she moans. I feel her teeth as she bites into my shoulder and I moan out loud, the mix of pain and pleasure taking me over. I pull her up until she’s on top of me. I’m in heaven as I look up at her beautiful body, sweat glistening on her skin.

I’m getting close just watching her and thankfully, she’s almost there, too.

“Oh, Jack,” she gasps. “I’m…I’m almost there…oh,yes…”

I feel her squeeze me and my orgasm explodes out of me. She throws her head back as her body shivers with mine. We’re in sync once more.

“I love you,” she says in a shaky shuddering moan. “Oh, God, I love you, Jack…”

Chapter Eight

SARA

I’masbigasa house. With my ginormous belly, I waddle through the house like Shamu. I feel so freaking gross right now. I’m almost into my third trimester and everyone is telling me that how I feel is normal. Every woman feels like a beachball around this time and I’m no different, I guess.

Jack and Jennie have decided to organize a baby shower for me, which is right on time. I’ve been a mess lately, what with worrying about things for the baby. It just doesn’t feel ready yet, and I’m honestly beginning to wonder if we will ever be.

Every time I bring up my concerns, Jack says the same thing. “You’ll get everything you need at the shower.”

The last time he said that to me, I challenged him. “What do you know about baby showers? How many baby showers have you had?”

He just smirked at me and said, “One.” Okay, so he had me there.

And so, the shower is happening. Jennie came by earlier with Stacy and the two of them went about getting the apartment together. Colorful streamers and balloons, a big silver banner over the door that says “It’s a Girl!” (We found out at our 20-week scan. I wasn’t about to wait without knowing. I’m already a mess). And a party plate, arranged by Stacy.

She looks great, by the way. She had her baby about a month ago and it looks like she’s got her old body back already. I’m looking at her flat tummy and her rounded hips and I’m wondering if I’m ever going to get back there again. I miss my figure.

People are starting to show up now and…well, I’m delighted. Jennie invited almost all our old friends. Well, all the ones that she was still in touch with. It’s so good to see them again and everyone seems so happy to see me. Gleefully they gather around me, rubbing my stomach and happily chittering on about my impending birth.

Jennie makes sure that everyone has a drink and some food from Stacey’s tray and that it’s going well. We’re playing party games and I’m actually enjoying myself.

We’re playing a trivia game and Stacy leans over to me and says, “It’ll get better, you know.”

I smile and rub my large belly. “It certainly doesn’t feel like it. I feel like a beached whale.”

Stacy laughs and says, “Yeah. I promise you, though. It’ll all pass. Once you have the baby, you’ll see. It’ll all be worth it.”

I look over at Jack, who’s standing by the living room entrance, watching us all play. He has a big, silly smile on his face. Stacy looks over and sees him and says, “You’re lucky to have him, you know? That man really cares about you.”

Oh, I wish I could see that all the time. I don’t, though. I worry all the time that he only sees this giant woman lumbering through the apartment and not me. I hope he sees me…

“Okay, okay,” says Jennie after reading the last trivia question. “Let’s get down to why we’re here. Present opening time!”

Jack takes his cue and retreats to the kitchen. He returns with a rolling tray that has all the presents on it. There are so many! Jack was so right about this. We’re about to get everything we need for this baby.

After he’s done bringing the presents out, he sits next to me on the couch and takes my hand. I smile and scoot over a little. I feel the baby adjust inside of me, pressing against my vital organs.

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