Love Of Ours (Completed)

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When Kelly told Beyoncé that she was pregnant, Beyoncé was over the moon. She was excited to finally be a parent. They had been trying for six months, and Kelly was getting worried while Beyoncé was having a blast. While Kelly was ovulating they got to have unprotected sex which was something very new to them. They had a baby shower, and all of their family and friends showed up. No body knew the gender of the baby. It was beautiful. The men went and did their own separate party with Beyoncé. They told her what to expect, but nothing they said compared to what she got with Kelly.

Little did she know how exhausting a pregnant Kelly would be. Her hormones and emotions were everywhere. One minute she would be hungry. Then the next minute, she would be horny or mad or agitated or happy or sad. This wasn't like when she was on her cycle, and she could give her a bunch of chocolate, which would calm her down. Beyoncé had no idea what to expect. She had survived the first two trimesters and was almost done with the last one.

The two were getting ready to start their day. Beyoncé had just taken a shower, and was sitting in her vanity, brushing her hair. She didn't bother to get fully dressed since they were chilling today. She had on a black t-shirt and briefs.

Kelly sat in the middle of her bed. Her thin, blue night gown was bunched up around her hips as she sat back against the headboard. She was nine months pregnant and the baby was due at any moment. The doctors put Kelly on bed rest and told her to take it easy. Today, they planned on laying around the house. She had her book propped up on her belly bump. She had already showered and was waiting for Beyoncé to come back to bed. "Do I look like a big fat whale?" Kelly asked looking up from her book.

Beyoncé looked at her wife's reflection in the mirror. "No. Of course not." She smiled reassuringly at her spouse.

Kelly started crying. "You're lying! I bet you think I look ugly too!" She slammed her book shut and threw it to the side of the bed. "Fat does not equal ugly!"

"I know that." Beyoncé got up and ran to her wife. She hated when Kelly would cry. "I do not think you are ugly. I never will. You look gorgeous as always." She jumped on top of the bed and grabbed her wife's hand. "You will always be the most beautiful woman to me."

Kelly snatched her hand away. "You are lying like always."

"I'm not lying, mama." Beyoncé wiped one of Kelly's tears away with the pad of her thumb. "Your body isn't even the same shape as a whale. I love whales. You know that."

"WOW!" Kelly turned her head to the side. "So you are calling me fat?"

Beyoncé shook her head no. "What? No, I didn't say that."

"Yes, you did. You basically called me a biggums. I can't help that your child likes to eat." Kelly turned away from Beyoncé to cry dramatically against her pillows that were propped against the headboard.

Truth be told, Kelly was getting a little heavy, but Beyoncé didn't mind. Most of the weight was going to Kelly's ass and titties. "Hush mama. Don't cry." Beyoncé cooed. She rubbed Kelly's arm "Let me hold you, Mama. Huh? How does that sound? Scoot up."

Kelly was still crying, so she nodded and moved to make room for Beyoncé.

Beyoncé removed one of the pillows, so she could sit comfortably against the headboard. Kelly was between her legs. She reached over and grabbed the box of tissues of the night stand for Kelly. She pulled Kelly down by her shoulders and guided her to lay her head against her chest. She handed her some of the tissues. She wrapped her arms around Kelly the best she could. Kelly wiped her face and blew her nose. She threw the dirty tissues into the bin and Beyoncé handed her some germ-x. Beyoncé started rubbing her wife's belly. Kelly began to calm down. She closed her eyes enjoying Beyoncé's company and soothing touch. "Thank you putting up with me, Pookie. I'm sorry for being dramatic." Kelly said embarrassed. She should be used to these outburst but she couldn't help it. She couldn't control her emotions.