~James would joke "if you guys were to have a kid, it would be like Russian roulette what eye colour it would get. With your green and blue and your brown and purple eye".~
Now I know what you're thinking and no, just because my family is rich, that...
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Abby is now 2 months pregnant, since I found out three weeks ago, I've barely let her out of my sight, when I'm on the ice I have her working in the bleachers or when we're home she's either at mine or I'm at hers. I don't want her to leave my sight, in fact I don't want her to leave my arms, ever.
That's why my alarm went off three hours ago to get up for a run, and I'm still in bed, I text James to let him know we have a scan and I'm staying home. Abby hasn't even woke up yet, she's still adorably cuddled into my chest, her arms around my torso and mine around her back and holding her hand. Call me a simp, but honestly I don't care, she's the mother to my unborn child, how could I not want to love and support her.
We still have about three hours before the scan so I'm just going to continue to watch her very naked body rise up and down with the sounds of her breathing.
Last night she came over wearing a pair of my joggers and a sports bra, so there is no way I could keep my hands off. Her little bump looked so gorgeous, so I kissed it, which unintentionally turned her on, so she moaned, which turned me on, its like the ripple affect she does one thing and I'm turned on, and trying the whole think of your mum thing doesn't work for me, because I think even more of abby because she's going to be a mum very soon. So that led to a whole night of fun and hopefully our raspberry sized baby didn't hear to much.
About an hour later she started to surface, by that I mean she rolled over so I spooned her from behind whilst resting my hands on her small but noticeable bump. She mumbled a good morning as I kissed her neck, mumbling morning against her impossibly smooth skin.
Once she stretched out she turned her head to me and shows me her gorgeous smile, I can't help but claim her lips, they are the softest things I've ever seen let alone tasted, she tastes like chocolate from last night when we were experimenting my melted chocolate and sex, my two favourite things, my pregnant girl and chocolate. I don't want to come on to strong and call her my girlfriend but I feel like that will come soon, I already know I'm never leaving her and she can not escape me ever.
"You taste like chocolate" she giggled before turning around kissing my cheek and whispering "well, it was your idea to experiment with chocolate, which by the way we will be doing again", I growl, before she speaks again "As Lily and Ryle would say naked truth, what is your greatest fantasy", ever since she started 'it ends with us' naked truth has made its way into our vocabulary and to be honest I love the sentiment behind it, "you trying me up and having your way with me, being all dominant, you being tied up whilst I play around with an ice cube, role play, you in just my jersey while I'm fucking the life out of you, you in tiny lingerie, basically just sex with you". I noticed her jaw actually dropped, "I like those, but I really want to tie you up and wear you jersey" I feel drool leave my mouth at the sight I'm imagining "yes, yes please do, whenever you want" she giggled once again before standing up holding my hand as I followed her to the bathroom for round two.
"Hi, I'm Abby Dawson, I have an appointment to see Dr Bloom" don't think I didn't see her eyes light up at the name, she does realise Lily is a florist, "of course, here's the form, you fill this in and then give dad the next form to fill in. Its just to check for any potential problems through the pregnancy" we nodded before taking our seats, when I was filling in the form I felt Abbies hand on my thigh, when I looked at her I saw her staring at a nurse who has been non-discreetly checking me out the entire time we've been here. Once I finish I hand our forms back to the receptionist before returning to my seat and kissing Abby hard until I heard Abbies name being called.
"So just there, this peanut shaped white thing, that's your baby", I feel a tear trickle down my face as I'm mesmerised by this tiny little dot, yet I love it so much already, I reach for Abbies hand and squeeze it gently, "that's our baby" she reinforce, "yes it is, I'm already so in love with it" I look at her who is smiling at me, so I lean down and capture her lips in-between mine.
We weren't kissing long before flirty nurse came in and gave us the sonogram, but mine had her number glued to it, "um, excuse me, can I have a photo minus your phone number" Abby looks at it before looking at her, "well I just thought you would need some assistance whilst fatty is pregnant" she said back flirtatiously, "the only assistance I need from you is a new sonogram without your phone number, me and my girlfriend are very happy and still very active. She is all I need now and forever." The nurse stomps back out the door, when our doctors comes in with two pictures, she looks at the pictures in my hand with furrowed brows, "a nurse was trying and failing to flirt with me" she shook her head, "I'm so sorry this will never happen again". I am used to the additional female attention, but there's a time and a place where I used to find it acceptable, my games and bars, but not now I'm with Abby and especially not whilst she pregnant.
Back home I pin the sonogram on to my fridge and set it as my lock screen. I plonk myself on the couch next to her, before pulling her into my embrace, where we later fell asleep. These 7 months are going to be so slow, I want to just hold my baby in my arms as I admire Abby for giving birth to such a beautiful baby.
