delicate - jaylor fanfic - on hold because of the breakup

lets be together

*** Wednesday September 28th - 12 weeks and 5 days pregnant **

- Taylors Pov -

Looking in the mirror I can start to see a bump on my belly. The baby is growing, apparently according to joe's app that he insisted on downloading it's the size of a lime now. One would think I would be the one to download apps to keep track of all that stuff, but he has been all over that enough for the both of us. And to be honest I think reading that stuff would just make me obsessive over knowing as much as possible. For my own sanity it's better to limit it to whatever he tells me.

My breasts itches but I still put on a sports bra to contain them. They are slowly growing so on the agenda today is getting some new bras in the next few sizes, so I have stuff that fits. I have more or less given up on regular wired bra's because even the idea of them makes me shiver. I even consider going braless, it's not like I'm leaving the house anyway, but they feel so heavy that I don't think it would be comfortable anyway.

I slip on a pair of tights that doesn't feel constrictive over my little bump and a sweater. Everything is uncomfortable right now so the bigger the clothes the better. The sweater isn't even mine, it's one of joes that I stole from the laundry. We have traded off doing that and last time it was my turn I grabbed it because it looked so comfy.

Lastly, I put on a pair of fussy socks with grips under them because Joe got so nervous of me walking around with regular fussy socks after I almost fell the other day. I would claim he is overreacting, but he has a point. We are inn for years of coparenting, so picking my battles early on is probably wise.

He is already downstairs with the cats when I get there. Meredith has taken a liking to him much to my annoyance. Olivia still prefers me, but Meredith barely look at me these days. I would be offended if she liked cuddling with me regularly before he came into the picture, but she has been distant for a while anyway. My first daughter grew tired of me, but at least I have Olivia that still clings to my side like Velcro.

"Good morning" I jawn and slide down on the couch and throw my legs into joe's lap. Finding ways to snuggle has become my favorite pastime these days. How can I avoid that when he is so cuddly like a teddy bear ready for me at a moment's notice. He certainly doesn't seem to mind either so why not take maximum advantage of the time we have together.

His morning hair looks so soft and there is no product in it yet which I love because my hands don't get sticky if I run my fingers through it. Actually I haven't noticed him wearing much product in his hair at all, not like Adam that used tons of it. His hair is pretty short after he had to shave his head for the movie he was in, but it's growing out nicely just like mine. Thank god the awful bleach is out of my hair by now, it was not a good look for me that's for damn sure.

His hands are working on my feet hitting points that makes me moan even when I was trying to keep it in. my cheeks heat and wait for him to get awkward, but he just presses more places and one moan after another slips through my lips. He is doing it intentionally to get my body to react, and I'm not mad about it because it feels so good.

I'm starting to get wet between my thighs, I can feel it seeping into my underwear and I press my thighs together. For a while after I got pregnant sex seemed disgusting for some reason, but the last few days I've been really horny. it feels like I'm seconds away from climbing him like a tree and taking whatever he is willing to give me.

"I love your sweet sounds" he mumbles and move his hand further up my calves hitting points there too. "Mm you're doing this on purpose" I groan and continue to rub my thighs together. It takes all my self-control to not slip my hand into my panties and get myself off because I'm embarrassingly wet right now.