Nathalie's Breakup

Part 29 - Getting closer

"Oh shit, Gabriel, you feel so good inside of me. I can't take any more, you're making me, oh yeah, that's it!" Nathalie screamed only minutes after he had started to thrust his throbbing erection into her core.

Groaning and grunting he increased his efforts and impaled her faster and harder, feeling her arch her back and noticed her hips starting to twitch. He leaned in and kissed her hard, their tongues immediately fighting for dominance, when she grabbed him firmly around his neck and pulled him closer to her.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Nathalie squealed as her orgasm overwhelmed her completely and caused her to tense all over.

With his last jabs, while he felt his own release wash over him, Gabriel again quickened his pace, feeling her inner walls tighten around his member even more, until he pumped his fluids into her very depth, felt his penis jolt and twitch, then start to shrink. As he slowly pulled out, he looked down at the panting woman with the protruding belly with a loving smile.

"My Nathalie. My beautiful, wonderful Nathalie. I love you so much!" He whispered before he took a firm hold around her and rolled them both on their sides.

The pregnant woman smiled back at him and hummed contently.

"I love you too, Gabriel!"

The days and weeks went by quickly and soon Nathalie's stomach had grown so much that it was in her way most of the time and she was really pissed due to it.

Adrien and Marinette tried to help her whenever they could, even ignoring her outbursts, if crying or shouting. Gabriel though went a step further and did his best to keep everything away from her that might be able to set her up.

He did well until she one day was in the office with him and noticed him doing a large amount of her daily work. Seeing that and eventually becoming aware of how much he had done over those last weeks and figuring finally out, why he was so exhausted lately, she simply exploded.

"What the fuck are you doing, Gabriel? Do you think I am some weak little girl who can't handle being pregnant and doing her work at the same time? Who do you think you are to take any decision away from me? Do you want to treat me the same as Jerome did? Keep me the shy little wifey, you want me to be?" Nathalie shouted at him.

He flinched when she began but quickly recovered from the first shock and approached her, ignoring her agitated state completely and kneeling down in front of her to pull her into his arms.

"I'm not trying to force you to anything, my love. I'm just protecting you and our child. She has every right to be born to a healthy and well rested mum. What kind of husband and father would I be if I wasn't taking care of that? I'm only trying to do what's best for the two of you, darling. It's only six more weeks until our daughter is due and I feel useless and helpless when I only think about the pain you're about to experience. So please, my Nathalie, let me take this from you, okay?" Gabriel whispered soothingly.

Nathalie looked down at him, tears brimming her eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me, Gabriel. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please don't be mad. I am just so fed up with being pregnant. I want her to be born and I want to hold her and tell her that I love her. And I want to be able to have sex with you again!" She gushed out between sobs.

He smiled at her lovingly, then kissed her with much passion, making her inhale sharply through her nose.

"I want that too, dear. But until we'll be able to do that again and until our little girl will be born, please let me be here for you." Looking at his wife with puppy eyes and rubbing his palms along her belly, she gave in.

"Okay. But as soon as she is born and I'm feeling normal again, you're on baby duty and I'll take care of everything else, so you can relax a bit too. And with baby duty I mean cuddling and playing and those things. Not the unpleasant stuff."

Gabriel laughed.

"There isn't any unpleasant stuff in taking care of the child we love, dear. You'll see, even the diaper changing will be something you'll enjoy. But I have an idea. How about I'll spoil you a bit today, like taking you for lunch, then have some ice cream at Andre's and a little walk along the Seine, before we come back here and I will carry my pretty, glowing wife into our bedroom and tend to her needs for the rest of the afternoon until it's time for lunch? Would you like that?"

Her face lit up in an instant and Nathalie started to smile widely.

"I would love that. You don't have to spoil me, but going for lunch and then have ice cream and go for a walk. It's so warm and nice outside, I can't wait to do so." She enthused.

Gabriel got back up and held out his hands.

"Well, let's go then. I guess you need to go to the bathroom first, right?"

Laughing the very pregnant woman nodded.

"You know me quite well. Give me ten minutes and I'll be good to go!"

Taking his hands and letting him pull her to her feet, she then hurried upstairs and returned only six minutes later wearing a beautiful white dress with tiny black polka dots. It ended right above her knees, had a tempting cleavage and was made of some sort of fabric that was tight around her pretty baby bump, yet still the skirt fell easy and soft around her thighs.

The tall man gulped as he saw her, then beamed at her widely.

"You look amazing, darling. Marinette's idea?"

Nathalie nodded then giggled.

"How did you figure that out?"

"Polka dots!" They then blurted out in unison.

When they stepped out of the mansion into the warm Parisian sun and started to walk along the sidewalk, a familiar man approached them and stopped right in front of them.

"That you still dare to come near us!" Gabriel immediately grumbled at the artist.

"Please," Jerome held up both hands, "I am here to apologise, Nath. I am really sorry for everything I did. Can't we just try to get along? For our child?"