A Swift Romance - Tayvis

Still Pregnant

"Are you sure you want it even shorter? Every time we cut it that short you don't like it."
Jemma Muradian, my hairdresser, stands behind me with her scissors examining the haircut so far. "It's pretty short now..."
"I know but I'm not going to have time to deal with super long hair anymore. I'd rather have a few minutes to myself instead!"
"So are you ready for all this? Travis was talking about everything the other day when he was in. He talked the whole time."
"I'm kinda nervous. I think I'm ready, and I know I'm excited but it's also scary. I'm not sure how everything will go but I can't wait."
"I can't wait to meet this little princess. We all know she's going to be one of the cutest babies ever with you two as her parents."
"I just can't believe I'm still pregnant. This kid is never leaving."
"But Travis said you're only at 9 months tomorrow. Aren't you supposed to go that long?"
"Okay neither of you have ever been pregnant so you don't get to talk. Technically she could have came any time in the last week and it would be fine."
"So clearly Travis is having a great time with you at home right now."
"Oh he's loving it."
I sit back, relaxing as she works on my hair and the nail technician gives me an amazing leg massage with my pedicure that I'll probably have for the rest of my life at this point. The head massage I get as Jemma blows dries my hair is just as good, making me wish I could stay here forever.
Travis's POV:
I throw our steaks on the grill once it's ready, going back to working on the table while they cook. Tonight is hopefully one of the last days Tay and I have just the two of us, and I want to surprise her with a nice, relaxing, romantic dinner that she deserves.

She's been reasonably uncomfortable with everything going on and being so pregnant, and I want to do anything I can to help her.
"Wow..." I look up from the grill to see Tay walking in, looking completely different from what I expected "You look great. I wasn't expecting your hair to be so short."
"And?"
"It's perfect. I love it."
I pull her in closer, wrapping my arms around her aching body. She leans in, wanting the embrace more than ever, enjoying one of the few silent moments we'll have left.
"I love you," I lean in, feeling the warmth of her lips when they brush against mine, "And you look beautiful, really love it."
"Mhmm are you trying to tell me you don't like it when it's longer?"
"Not at all. You're perfect anyway you have it..."

"Thank you for all this." she steps back, looking around the yard. I have the table full of candles, along with all her favorite snacks sitting around just waiting for her to dig in. I spent the morning planting all the flowers she asked for, something about how they should be sprouting around the time Sienna is big enough to explore the yard.
"I love it all. So much."
I help her over to her seat, watching as she peacefully looks around at everything I've done. It's the little things like the flowers and my dogs, and her cats being freshly groomed that seem to excite her the most.
"They look so cute, all brushed and clean. Almost doesn't look like you did it yourself."
"Hey I tried my best and they enjoyed the bonding time. I didn't even get bitten once."
"Well that's a great accomplishment."

"I think I'm qualified to do her hair now. As long as it isn't as crazy as yours."
"Yeah, we'll see about that, babe."
She digs right into the snacks, unable to wait for the real food I've spent all day marinating to perfection just for her. The way her face lights up at the simplicity of some nachos reminds me of how lucky I am to have her.
I hand her the steak and veggies I made just for her, taking in the excitement on her face when she sees how good they look.
"Thank you, baby. This is all so amazing."
"You deserve it all. I want you to relax and enjoy it."
"Well as long as I get some good dessert...."
"Oh, there will definitely be dessert. Some pretty amazing dessert."

"Hm, guess we better eat fast."
She practically inhales her food, more than excited for what's to come thanks to some amazing pregnancy hormones.
"You're taking too long, baby." She sits on my lap, pulling my face closer to hers as our lips briskly touch. I open my mouth to deepen the kiss.
Our tongues quickly intertwine, forming a strong suction.
I lift her up, not wasting any time as her hands wander around under my shirt, forcing the buttons undone.
I carry her into the living room, finding the first piece of furniture to throw her down before her urgent needs take over.
She sits up, leaning me against the couch as she fights with the zipper on my pants.
Our need for each other increases by the second, the passion running through our veins like blood.

I hover over her panting body, slowly removing her clothing piece by piece.
"Babe... come on."
I pull her pants off, panties and all, quickly reaching for her top.
"If this is all the faster you can go l'm gonna take over."
I help her sit up, forcing the shirt over her head, revealing the two greatest improvements to her ever changing body.
She pulls me closer, not happy at all with how long l'm taking, reaching around to find my already very erect member.
"Tayyyy," I complain, trying to get myself situated "You're messing me upppp!"
"Ugh seriously just start already."
Fast, hard thrusting starts immediately as I force my body into hers. Her deep sultry moans encourage me to keep going.

Fast, hard thrusting starts immediately as I force my body into hers. Her deep, sultry moans encourage me to keep going.
She tilts her head back, smiling as the passion we create rushes through me, letting me know I'm fulfilling my job.
The feeling we've been waiting for all day overcomes us, pleasing us more than ever before as I continue thrusting, keeping us energized.
She pulls me in again this time knowing l'm slowing down and welcomes me with a sweet kiss.
"Mhmm. I love you, baby."
"I love you more."