The feeling of her smooth skin at the tip of my finger made me want to taste more of her.
"Look at me, Anisha." I whispered and she opened her eyes immediately. A shiver went down my spine as her eyes looked into mine.
This was the time. I am finall...
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Currently, I stood leaned against the door of our room as I watched my wife sing a song to our baby, holding her bare stomach as she looked in the mirror.
"You're my honeybunch, sugar plum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my sweetie pie, You're my cuppycake, gumdrop, snoogums-boogums, You're the apple of my eye..." Anisha sang caressing her belly softly.
She was wearing a crop top that showed of her pretty stomach and loose pants, so she could move around easily. And even now, being pregnant for six months, she still looked damn sexy.
"And I love you so and I want you to know, That I'll always be right here and I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear." A smile curved on her lips as she lifted her eyes and saw me walk towards her.
I smiled as I reached her and wrapped my arms around her stomach and placed a kiss at the nape of her neck.
"I love when you sing." I mumbled as she slowly turned around, so she was fully facing me.
"You getting all hot for me, Adi?" She asked with a teasing smile, wrapping her arms around my neck loosely.
"Always." I muttered, lowering my eyes onto her lips, as I pulled her closer slowly.
"How do you still find me attractive like this?" Anisha asked, looking back to her belly. On the sides of her stomach, there were stretch marks, which she always said she hated staring at.
But I loved them. I loved everything about her, every inch of her. It showed how much she was going through being pregnant and that only made me love her more.
I removed one arm from around her and cupped her chin. I lifted her head so she was staring into my eyes now.
"I think it's how beautiful you look when you cool delicious food for me, even when I tell you not to." I mumbled after a few seconds, making her laugh out loud.
"Because I get bored and I don't know I love cooking more since I got pregnant." She tells me and I just looked at her and continued.
"Or maybe those dark brown eyes. Or how beautiful you look when you take a sun bath, or how messy your mouth becomes when you eat your favourite pizza. Or maybe- " I was telling when she covered my mouth with her hand.
"Okay, I get it." She rolled her eyes and then sighed softly, a small smile stuck on her face.
I smiled mischievously against her palm on my mouth and darting my tongue out locked the front of he palm.
