happiness is a butterfly

a sunday kind of love

Nate was a morning person.

For as long as he could remember, his body would wake him in the early hours of the morning. It was a habit he had gotten from his grandfather at a young age- the early bird gets the worm. An early wake up call gave him more time in the day, it allowed him to stay focused and disciplined. It allowed him to go for a run or fit in a work out before school. It allowed him to make the most out of his day. Sleeping in was for the lazy.

When Cassie first started staying with him, he found her early morning routine attractive. She would also start her day early, do a little workout, use some stone thing on her face for ages. She had a routine, she was disciplined, she cared about her appearance and he could relate to that.

Nowadays, being heavily pregnant had made her constantly tired and, rightly so, there were no more alarms set for 4am.

Instead, Nate traced his fingers up and down the curve of her hip slowly, her naked back was nestled into his chest, his lips softly traced the slope of her neck, slowly trying to wake her up from her sleep.

"I know you're awake." He whispered in her ear, having felt the shift in her breathing and the way her bum would wiggle against him every once in a while.

"It's soooo early." She whined playfully, her eyes tightly shut. "Go back to sleep."

His fingers had dipped a little bit lower, slowly making their way down her body and in between her thighs.

The soft little smile on her face, the arch of her back, her hand guiding him to find just the perfect spot would tell him she was now definitely awake.

Nate had lost count of how many time they'd had sex since moving into their new home. He could confidently say they had thoroughly christened their new home- there was a certain lightness and passion and effervescence that came with the freedom their new home embodied.

His little jail run in had meant a little less partying and a little less partying meant a clearer head and a clearer head meant more presence to enjoy sex. His older work friends had given him sound advice to enjoy as much adult time before their baby came along.

Plus, there was something particularly fun about eating breakfast and then fucking on the kitchen counter.

As Cassie's pregnancy neared its end, sex had gotten a little more awkward to navigate, between her large belly and sore back it was hard to find a position that felt comfortable for her. They needed to get a little creative and Nate had learned to be a little gentler, still a bit spooked from the time she spotted a little after a particularly passionate encounter.

For as much as she liked playing sleeping beauty, Cassie had soon pushed him on his back before sinking herself on him. Her mouth formed a little o as her body adjusted to him.

There was something about the way she looked in that moment he wished he could immortalise forever. The way her blonde hair fell down in soft waves, the way her cheeks had rosey tinge to them, the way her head rolled back when he hit that perfect little spot within her, the way her belly rested heavily on his abs.

Nate was truly enamoured with her pregnancy, with the mere idea of her carrying their child. A baby he had created with her, a gift bestowed from his body to her's to keep safe and deliver in due time.

As he let his hand come to rest on her stretched stomach, as he let his lips trace the curve of her belly, as he let his eyes run over the faint little stretch marks she spent hours frantically moisturising, as his fingers grasped her swelling breasts, Nate truly felt there was nothing more fulfilling than being witness to Cassie's pregnancy.