LOREM IPSUM

Intimate Birth

“Babe,” I murmur in the still darkness. I take a breath in steadily to replace the sigh that has just left my lips. I focus on the expanding of my lungs as I greedily fill them up with air. My hand lifts from the soft covers of the bed and runs on my husband’s side.

A sleepy grunt was what I received in response, yet he turned towards me albeit lazily. Spreading our blanket momentarily around him whilst he moved, his one arm lands on the swollen orb that is my belly. I hear him swallow a little before his breaths even out as he falls back deep into slumber.

A small smile spreads across my lips as I turn to face him as well, his gentle breaths granting me reprieve. His hand decided to stay on the side of my huge mound though, and I feel our child responding to his touch. I unconsciously mimicked his breathing until another wave of contraction coursed through my lower back and spread painstakingly slowly across my belly. My hand immediately cups its base, thinking irrationally that it would fall off.

Taking a deep breath in, I attempted to control the air that escapes from me, but when I thought the painful grip has gone, it seemed like it only mustered its strength more while it continued its hold on me, wringing my insides as it does.

A soft, tapered whine accompanied the breath I released, my fingers under my belly lightly clawing the taught skin.

“Hey.” whispers my husband hurriedly, his voice husky and thick with sleepiness. His hand pulls away from me and instead held him up as he moves to reach the lamp beside me. A faint glow enveloped most of my side of our room, giving me more tangible things to keep my focus on.

He comes back on his side of the bed, his eyes now wide with worry, completely losing the somnolence the night has brought.  I give him a knowing smile, and he kisses my forehead tenderly. “Is it time?” he asks in a hush like he didn’t want to disturb the peace I am in.

“I think so,” I whisper back, pressing my cheek on his palm after he’s put away the stray strands of hair on my face. “Still irregular, but they have been coming and going for quite some time now.”

Grey eyes stared at me in utter disbelief, but I kissed him swiftly before he can even start his reprimand. He chuckles lightly as his hand moves to my nape, pushing me as close as my swollen mound allows me to.

“You are in so much trouble,” he mutters as his lips touch mine headily. “Since when?”

“I—” and a soft moan replaced the next word that I was meant to say. His lips have now travelled on my cheek, quickly moving to my jaw. “I—th—they—mmhm—sta—started—ah!—last night.”

The sweet trail that was being left on me suddenly stopped, and when I opened my eyes, I found my husband’s deadly smile. His eyes twinkled against the faint glow of the lamp behind me, but before I can even discern the hues that danced in them, his tongue has parted my lips, wantonly exploring my mouth.

My gravid belly seemed to have been forgotten as we both succumbed to the throws of lust. Our breaths were hot against each other, my hips swaying underneath me despite the gargantuan weight that is pressing them down.

The cool air in our room tickled my skin as the hem of my silk gown travels upwards, exposing my thigh, my husband running his palms up until they hold my hips in place. He bites my lower lip teasingly before he journeyed his way down up to the space between my breasts.