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⊹ 𝟼-𝟸𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟾 ⊹

"Okay, John, let me begin...no!" I crossed my arms across my chest. "I am not staying in bed indefinitely."

I had just woken up from a rather lengthy nap. Everything had calmed down after I'd eaten, as was expected. I was completely fine. I just needed a little food and water to get me back on my feet. Walking around all day had made me quite tired, though. Not to mention, it had also made my feet ache, so I'd fallen into bed as soon as we got home. Julian, also exhausted from his outing, had curled up next to me, his brand new llama stuffed animal curled up in his arms. He had seen the llamas at the zoo and loved them.

When he found a stuffed one in the gift shop, he had begged John to buy it for him, and John was too soft to say no.

"Liss, don't you think it'll do you some good?"

"To stay confined to my bed until I give birth in six months? No, John. It does not seem like it will do me any good, nor does it seem particularly thrilling! I might go fuckin' crazy, John. You know I've gotta have a project to keep myself occupied or my thoughts will kill me. Speaking of which, I have work tomorrow, and nothing you can say will stop me from going!" I crossed my arms again.

John rolled his eyes. "Yer so bloody sensitive," he said. "Ever noticed that?" He reached down beside our bed and lifted up a brown, paper bag. "Got ye somethin' while you were sleeping," he said. "Take it."

"Is it poison?" I asked. "Have you finally decided that I'm too much for you to handle?"

He chuckled. "Not this time," he replied. His hand dipped down into the bag and he was careful, so as not to disturb Julian still snoozing next to me. "It's yer damned dark chocolate," he said.

My eyes lit up as I took a small, sealed, plastic bag from John's hands. "Mm, you know me so well, John." I leaned forward and put my arms around his neck, burying my head against him and my lips pressing against the first place I could find on his exposed skin. "Fuck, why does Jules have to be in here?" I grumbled.

"Well, I didn't buy this entire house just so we could shag in the bed and ignore the rest of the house. There are plenty of places we can find. He's pretty much out cold. How about we go find somewhere else?" He grinned over my shoulder mischievously.

I pulled back to look him in the eyes. I could see the desire in them, and I could feel the same feeling in my belly. "I believe we were about to do something before the little one in your belly greeted us for the first time," John said. "How about we redo that? We can actually go through with it this time." He smirked, his hands falling to my hips.