Giving in?

Overwhelmed

It was another three weeks later and Gabriel was pacing their bedroom, calling out to his beloved woman for the certainly third time:

"Come on, darling, we don't want to be late for your appointment!"

Sticking her head through the bathroom door, Nathalie ranted:

"There is still like two hours time, until we have to be there! Now let me finish shaving and taking a shower and then I will get dressed and we can leave, OKAY?"

He smiled at her sheepishly and explained for the like eighth time on this day:

"Sorry, love, I am just so excited and nervous and happy and can't wait to have a first look at our little miracle!"

Nathalie scoffed.

"There isn't anything miracle-like to getting pregnant, because some akumatized person poured his sick potion over me!", she lamented. Gabriel just ignored her outburst, knowing fair well, that it were her hormones, causing it. Instead he teased her, taking the risk of getting her even more angry at him, but at least she wouldn't be crying, if she was yelling. He could face her rage, but he couldn't see her cry and she had done that a lot since they had found out about her being pregnant.

"Actually, my love, as I used a miraculous, to akumatize that man, it is very miracle-like! And I don't care, how our little baby came to existence, to me it's our little miracle and I won't change my mind about that!"

She groaned and slammed the door shut.

With a grin Gabriel walked towards it and gently pushed it open again, seeing Nathalie sitting on the very edge of the toilet lid, holding a mirror under her intimates.

"What are you doing?", he asked her with amusement, earning a frown and a snort.

"What does it look like, Gabriel? I am checking my ladyparts, to see, if I got all the hair down there. I would feel very flustered, if I didn't shave properly!"

Now the designer shook his head and grinned at her, then pulled her to her feet and hummed:

"Come with me!"

"Gabriel, I need to get ready now!", she rambled, but he dragged her with him and made her lie down on their bed.

"Let me check!", he simply suggested and despite feeling kinda exposed, she agreed.

"Fine, thank you!", Nathalie gave in, yet still a little moody.

He gave her a loving glare, then gently grabbed each of her knees with one hand and parted her legs.

When he just kept watching, without saying a word, she impatiently asked him:

"Well? Did I miss any? Gabriel, could you please talk to me?"

He flinched and looked at her face, then wondered with a wiggle of his eyebrows:

"So, uhm, two hours until we have to be at the doctor's office! How about..."

While he spoke, he ever so softly let his fingertips brush along her thighs and up to her freshly shaved intimates, causing her pelvis to flick the very second, he made a slight contact to her clit.

"Gabriel!", the moan slipped her throat unconsciously, before she stammered, "we c-can't do that....I ...I ....he, what if he.....if he finds your.... oh God, yes!"

"Relax, love, I wasn't planning on that, I just wanted to spoil you a little with my new found talent!", he gave back hoarsely and licked over his lips to prove his point, while his thumb was gently circling her little nerve bundle.

"G-Gabriel, please s-s-stop! I love wh-what you're doing, b-but...please, I would think all the time, that the doctor would somehow be able to see and....!", she begged and had already begun to sob.

The caring man quickly scooted upwards and entangled her into a loving kiss.

"I'm sorry, my dear, I didn't mean to upset you so much!", he then meekly whispered. "How about I promise to make it up to you tonight? Whatever you would like to do, I will try my best to please you and spoil you for hours!"

For some reason, that made her cry even harder.

"Hey, Nathalie, my sweet, beautiful Nathalie! Please don't cry, love. Just tell me, what I can do? I just said, whatever you wish for!"

Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she cried for several minutes, before she could calm down again. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, she finally admitted:

"I know, I am totally unpredictable right now, but....", Nathalie took a deep breath, "I would have loved to, you know, sleep with you, cum with you, like we did last night in the kitchen. But it feels wrong and makes me feel shame though that's nothing to be ashamed for and that made me first angry and then sad and....!"

She sighed and looked into his greyish-blue eyes.

The designer smiled at her lovingly and hummed:

"I get it! Your emotions are going totally nuts! And I know what you were trying to say! If the doctor in any way mentioned the slightest thing, that could hint to the both of us, having had sexual intercourse before, it would ruin it for quite a while, right?"

Nathalie beamed at him and nodded.

"Thank you for being so understanding. I feel so many things at the same time lately, that I don't know, how to handle them at all. It's overwhelming. And I hate, that you are always the one, having to endure my outbursts. I am so, so, so, so sorry for that. I love you so much Gabriel!"

"And I love you, my Nathalie. And now, get into that shower and rinse the remaining hair off. You shaved well, but there are still a couple of loose ones on your skin. Oh and, before I forget to tell you...", he paused and smirked lecherously, "your cunt is absolutely gorgeous!"

She gasped and slapped his upper arm.

"Gabriel! Language! What if the kids hear you talk like that?"

He rolled onto his back in a guffaw, after telling her:

"Seriously, darling, those two have discovered the sweet pleasures of sexual intimacy like four weeks ago! Believe me, they use that language too!"

The assistant shook her head violently.

"Please, Gabriel! He will always be the little, blond boy in my eyes! It's so wrong, to even think of him, using words like that!"

With a grin he scooted down and pecked her mount of venus, then hummed:

"Fine, your ladyparts look absolutely gorgeous! How's that?"

"Better!", she agreed.

"Good, now tell me, do you like the look of my..."

"GABRIEL!"