𝟑𝟑: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐀...

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍
I swept her right off her feet right before she reached our bed. She was still giggling up a storm from running away from me in the office. I just deliciously fucked her up against my bookshelf, not even giving a hell that I got my semen on my custom-made oak floors.
Whatever. I wiped it up. I'll clean it more tomorrow.
I would've never imagined doing something so rogue, but she brought that side out of me. She liked it when I was a bit rougher, and damn, has her sex drive been on another level in this second trimester of her pregnancy.
I've been swarmed with work, but I've been trying to get home earlier, do things with Maeve on the weekends, and help her with the nursery. She'd ordered a bunch of stuff, of course, with a "neutral aesthetic," as she would call it. It was cute and clean-cut; I liked it.
Next week, Iris and Slone were throwing Maeve a gender reveal party. We were nervous, but we were more excited. I didn't care if our baby was a boy or a girl, I just wanted them and Maeve to be healthy and safe.
"Let me down," Maeve laughed while she wiggled in my embrace as I held her bridal style.
I chuckled and gently sat her down in bed, pulling the covers over her. She was still in that skimpy lingerie that I just fucked her in. We just showered before everything went down, so who cares, we could shower again in the morning.
I looked down at the foot of the bed, seeing Mocha do a big stretch and open her baby blues. We woke her up, but I couldn't help myself. I walked down to the foot of the bed and gave her some pets. She leaned into me, purring.
Maeve sat up in bed and held her arms out. "Gimme," she begged, referring to Mocha.
I half-smiled, picking up our current baby and giving the little furball to my future wife.
The cat meowed as she was placed into her mother's arms. Maeve pulled her up to her chest and closed her eyes, embracing Mocha's coziness. God, she didn't know how beautiful she looked. Pregnant with my child in her belly, freshly fucked, and holding a small, cute animal.
I was a mess. This girl had turned my life into a whirlwind...but in a good way.
I walked into the bathroom to quickly pee before washing my hands and returning...to see Mocha in my spot. I tilted my head and dropped my shoulders. Maeve giggled, shrugging.
I shook my head and walked over to my side, reaching into my pocket for my phone and plugging it back into the charger. "So, where am I supposed to sleep?" I deadpanned, pulling the covers back.