Debbie Doll | Ringo Starr ✅

37

One Month Later

My feet were killing me, and my dress was far too tight...

Goddamn you, Ritchie, for making me wear this.

Just because he found my pregnancy attractive didn't mean that I did. I had put on far too much weight, my breasts were disgustingly big and I was covered in spots that hadn't plagued me since I was a young teenager, and I hadn't even bothered with makeup that evening despite the fact that it was the launch party for the boys' first album.

Please Please Me.

There was something so sexy about that title, and I wasn't sure what it was.

I watched Ritchie from across the room, who was in the middle of a photo session for a magazine. I was deep in conversation with Cynthia, though in all honesty, I wasn't listening to a word that she said.

Ritchie glanced away from the photographer momentarily and his eyes landed on me. He looked me up and down hungrily, a smirk on his face as his gaze rested on my humongous baby bump - the temporary home of our two babies, of which I had now come to terms with.

We were going to have two.

Ritchie's POV

There was no sight more gorgeous than my Debbie Doll... or I had thought so until she'd become swollen with our children. I was insatiable, now - as if I hadn't been before.

I couldn't get enough of her... there was nothing that I loved more than going down on her, sucking her clit and glancing up at her belly, her face barely visible as she tried to peek at me.

God, just thinking of being between her legs was making me hard.

I turned back to the photographer, who was requesting a different pose. I chanced a glance at my gorgeous wife, who, last I had seen, had been talking to Cynthia, who was wearing what seemed to be the only nice dress that she owned - the same that she had worn on the day of our weddings.

Debbie was leaning back slightly to relieve the pressure on her spine, one hand rubbing circles on her belly and a bright smile on her face as she talked to Cyn.

I wanted to be at her side so badly. I wanted to be the one rubbing her belly. I wanted to be the one making her smile.

The lads often said that I'd lost my mind the day that I'd met Deb.

They said that I had become completely unfocused on that day, and that the old me hadn't come back since...

I liked the new me, because the new me had a gorgeous, loving wife and two little babies on the way who I already loved more than anything - wife included.

I would die for my children, and they weren't even here, yet.

"Ah come on, man," John complained, "how much longer is this going to take?"

I didn't hear the photographer's response, because the cogs in my mind were whirring. A tune was buzzing around between my ears, and words were starting to form.

Well she was just seventeen, you know what I mean...

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Debbie's POV

When we got in that night - or rather, very early the next morning - Ritchie helped me into the bathroom, undressing me slowly and using a warm damp flannel to wash me over, paying special attention to my bulging belly. He got down on his knees to wash my belly, laying kisses on the skin there. I fought the urge to recoil, just as I did every time he paid any attention to anywhere below my breasts.