Not just me & you anymore (G!P)

C. 28

Hi everyone!In this chapter something new is coming.. hope you like it! 👀Thank you always for your comments and for continuing to read.See you soon!ps I remind you that what is in italics is a flashback.

I knew from the beginning that this was how it was going to turn out, yet I got carried away by Maya's enthusiasm and my daughter's desire and agreed to move house. If I went back, I would never do it again. I admit that I have my share of guilt, but at one point I was really strong tempted to tell Maya to let it all go, because it was more times that we had intense arguments than the days we enjoyed together. When I say that I have my share of guilt, I refer to the fact that, on some aspects of decorating the house, I changed my mind several times, forcing Maya to change the course of work and slow down the move. Maya for her part always tried to involve me, just as she had promised, but at the same time she took on the practical part of building and furnishing a new house, in which therefore one had to start from scratch, and this caused her to spend more and more hours away from home.

A sudden movement of the bed jolts me awake, but I relax when I feel the gentle touch of Maya's hand settle on my belly.

C < what time is it?> I mumble in a voice laced with sleep.

M < it's just past one a.m...> she whispers, moving her body closer to mine and kissing one of my temples. Lately, physical contact between us has been very difficult. Maya is often out more than usual to take care of the house and when she comes back either she is tired or Viviana begs her to play together or it is late, like now. On the other hand, I am objectively getting bigger and bigger, I struggle to move to do some of the more mundane daily chores, I haven't worn shoes with laces for months now, and I struggle to put on socks. I still don't feel attractive, although Maya does her best to convince me otherwise, but I often don't even feel like, or rather don't have the energy, to have deeper physical contact with Maya. The last few times we had sex was in the shower, because it seemed the most comfortable position, otherwise I always complain, about the uncomfortableness, the discomfort, the back pain, and I realize that I turn off all enthusiasm and stimulation.

During my first pregnancy I was on my own and had no time or way to be able to stop and complain. Today, I have settled down from the start because of Maya's presence and when I start grumbling I become the worst patient I have ever encountered in my own career. Fortunately, Maya laughs about it and we have often found ourselves in bed at night laughing at some of my futile complaints. Being calmer about having a person next to me, however, has also allowed me to be able to focus more on the physical sensations of my body, in having a person growing inside me: with Viviana it was all a bit predictable and trivial, while Maya forces me to bring up every thought, if only because she has always filled me with questions, from wanting to know what feeling I have at the moment of the fetus to wanting to know what thought accompanied me at any given moment.

Tonight for example, perhaps in conjunction with Maya's absence, was very difficult: I had a series of contractions one in a row, so much so that although I was trying to stay calm I was also afraid at one point that labor had started. And then when I managed to crawl into bed, longing for some rest, I started getting hot, then cold, then hot again, so much so that I'm now shirtless and bra-less, just in a pair of leggings, the only pants I tolerate lately. I didn't warn Maya that I was having contractions, otherwise she would have been capable of hurting herself with some tool she was using at work, before running unnecessarily home, just like the first time I thought it cute with her to share that she had Braxton Hicks and she freaked out, almost cried, screaming that she had to run to the hospital right away. Since then I select the times I confide in her that I have had such contractions or not, depending also on my mood and my ability to contain her.