What Do We Do Now?

8

Things all went pretty fast, and I mean very VERY fast. It felt like days but days turned into months and I watched her bump grow. I woke up beside her this morning from hearing her groan. My hand instantly went to hers under the cover and I gripped it lightly, giving it a squeeze. I feel, at time,s I had to remind her that I'm here because she feels alone. I somewhat understood because the father of her child wasn't there. But I really meant what I said when I told her I would be there and I reminded her every day. "Good morning, baby" I said, "good morning" she said tiredly. I knew she was tossing and turning all night trying to get comfortable.

I knew this because I was up with her doing whatever I could to help. She consistently insisted that she didn't need help doing things as simple as turning over. I knew she was only saying that to seem more independent. She is still the headmistress so she feels a duty to be able to do everything, but I helped anyway. "I was talking to the actual baby; but good morning, babe" I joked. She punched me in my arm which actually hurt quite a bit. It seems that her strength grew from being pregnant but I didn't mind. "I'm sorry, babe" she said, rubbing the spot immediately realising her own strength.

"It's ok, honey" I told her sitting up, she grabbed onto my arm for dear life making me look at her. "Don't leave me" she said with tears in her eyes, "baby, I'm not going anywhere. I just leaned up to talk to the little one" I said putting my hand on her stomach. She smiled softly and I chuckled at her mood swings, they're cute—sometimes. Other times they were the very thing making me want to find a potion to make this go even faster. "Hi darling, it's your mama... I can't wait for you to get here" I whispered. My head was right near her belly and I just whispered all sorts of cliche things. Then out of nowhere the baby kicked my hand and my eyes shot up to Delia.

She looks just as surprised as I was before she started crying happily. "That's the first time she's kicked," she said between muffled cries. "Do you like my voice sweetie? Kick twice for yes and once for no" I joked. I felt the baby kick and I was almost disappointed until I felt another shortly after. "She likes me!" I said jumping out the bed and running around doing a little dance. Delia laughed so hard I was afraid she would pee herself. I laid back down on the bed rubbing her belly as usual and we sat in silence. "Umm babe?" she whispered shyly and I looked up to her letting her know I was listening. "I think I peed" she said in a small voice, making me pull back the covers.

There indeed was a wet spot so I got up and helped her out the bed. "I'm sorry" she said her bottom lip trembling and eyes filling again with tears. "Don't be, darling. It happens. You got a little weight on your bladder, it's ok" I said. I walked us over to the bathroom and started running a bath for her. "Are you s-saying I'm f-fat" she sniffled and I went over to embrace her. "No, baby. I meant you actually have like a 5-7 pound human pressing on your bladder" I giggled. "Oh" she said shyly and I smiled warmly before giving her a soft kiss on the nose. Once the bath was filled I checked the temperature and turned the water off.

"Alright baby time to get in" I said walking over to her. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to leave or not; these past few days she's been weird about me seeing her. I was always telling her she's beautiful and I absolutely meant it. I just think the weight really got to her and nothing I said changed that. "C-can you help me?" she asked nervously and I smiled that she wanted my help. "Of course, baby. I'd be happy to" I said, I stripped her carefully and slowly. She put her hands on her stomach looking at it in the light of the mirror. "I know I should be happy but is it bad that I'm not? I just feel so fat" she admitted. She'd never said it out loud but I knew she was feeling this way.

I walked behind her putting my hands on her tummy from behind. "Baby, you are gorgeous, you're literally glowing. That weight is from you growing a human inside your body and is perfectly normal. You're so badass, so powerful, and most importantly so strong. You are not fat, you are bringing life into this world, a great one at that" I say confidently. "Thank you, babe" she says, turning to me and wrapping her arms around me. "I can't even hide it anymore and I literally can't see my own vagina, it's just weird," she confesses. I smile and try so hard not to laugh and her utter seriousness of this situation. "Before you know it the little one will be out and you won't have to worry about it anymore" I say.

"But sometimes they don't bounce back and like—what if I look like this forever?" she asks, biting her lip nervously, something she's been doing a lot. "Then I'll still love you, no matter what. Plus, your stomach will go down once she's out and even if you're not back to how you were before, it'll just be a new normal. You will still be the same beautiful woman I met because I never loved you simply because of how you look. You are gorgeous don't get me wrong, but you gaining or losing weight doesn't matter to me. If it bothers you we can always figure something out, of course. But, for me? I'll love you regardless of your weight, sweetheart" I say.

"How did I get someone like you?" she asks, "I have no idea" I joked, booping her nose. "Get in the bath before it gets cold" I jokingly demanded. I helped her into the tub and she requested I stay with her the whole time. "Baby?" she asked me and for a second I thought she was talking to the baby before she tapped me. "Yes, darling" I replied, ready to do whatever she asked me to. "I think I found a real upside to this pregnancy... especially now that you've enlightened me" she says biting her lip. "And what might that be, honey?" I asked her curiously, prepared for anything at this point. I was so happy that she had finally listened to me after months of convincing.

"I'm like super horny... all. The. Time" she said, running her hand on my thigh slowly. It had been a while since we'd had sex, since her bump actually started showing. I didn't have a problem with it because I understand body image issues. I just, first and foremost, wanted her to know she was still the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Pregnancy really did give her a glow, I was not joking. "Is that so?" I asked mischievously swirling my hand in the water. It was getting a bit cold and I didn't want her to get sick. "Yeah, I think I'm ready" she said, standing up, allowing me to see her fully.