Jackie & Wilson: A Hozier Pregnancy Story

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Y/N stood in front of the mirror, her hands resting on the curve of her belly as she turned slightly to the side, taking in her reflection. Her body had changed so much over the past few months, and while she was thrilled about the twins, there were moments when the weight of her new shape felt overwhelming. She bit her lip, her eyes tracing over the stretch marks that had started to appear, the softness of her thighs, the way her once-defined waist had all but disappeared.

She sighed, a mixture of frustration and insecurity bubbling up inside her. "I feel like a whale," she muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with sadness.

Andrew, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, looked up at her words. He set aside the book he'd been reading and walked over to her, his brow furrowed with concern. "What did you just say?" he asked softly, his voice filled with gentle curiosity.

Y/N shook her head, embarrassed that he'd heard her. "Nothing," she mumbled, her eyes still on her reflection.

Andrew wasn't having it. He stepped closer, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders as he turned her to face him. His touch was warm and grounding, but Y/N avoided his gaze, feeling vulnerable under his scrutiny.

"Hey," he said softly, tilting her chin up so she would look at him. His blue eyes were filled with love and concern. "Talk to me."

Y/N swallowed, trying to push down the lump in her throat. "It's just... I don't feel like myself anymore," she admitted, her voice wavering. "I look in the mirror, and I don't recognize my body. I feel huge, and clumsy, and... I don't know. I just feel like a whale."

Andrew's heart ached at her words, and he immediately pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "Oh, love," he murmured into her hair, his hands stroking soothingly down her back. "You're not a whale. You're carrying our babies—our beautiful, perfect babies. Your body is doing something incredible."

Y/N rested her head against his chest, letting his words wash over her, but the insecurity still gnawed at her. "I know that," she whispered, her voice small. "But I just don't feel... sexy anymore. I feel like I've lost something."

Andrew pulled back slightly, just enough so he could look into her eyes. "You haven't lost anything," he said firmly, his hands framing her face, thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to form. "You're more beautiful to me now than ever before. Every curve, every change—it's all a part of this amazing journey we're on together."

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss, his mouth moving against hers with a gentleness that made her heart ache. Y/N sighed into the kiss, her hands gripping his shirt as she clung to him, wanting to believe his words.

Andrew's hands slid down to her waist, his touch reverent as he explored the new contours of her body. He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue brushing against hers in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.

"You're everything to me," he whispered against her lips, his voice low and husky. "Every part of you is perfect, and I love you more every day."

Y/N's breath hitched as she felt his hands moving under her shirt, his fingers grazing over her skin with a tenderness that made her skin tingle. "Andrew..." she began, her voice trembling with emotion.

He silenced her with another kiss, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt and slowly lifting it over her head. He took his time, his eyes roaming over her body with an intensity that made her feel warm all over. "Let me show you how beautiful you are," he murmured, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples.

Y/N moaned softly, her insecurities melting away under his touch. She felt the heat of his desire in the way he touched her, in the way he looked at her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

Andrew kissed a path down her neck, his hands continuing to worship every inch of her as he eased her back onto the bed. He followed her down, his body covering hers as he kissed her deeply, his hands sliding down to caress the soft swell of her belly.

"You're so sexy," he breathed against her skin, his lips trailing kisses down her collarbone, to the sensitive spot just below her ear. "I want you, Y/N. I want all of you."

His words sent a rush of heat through her, and she arched into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pulled him closer. "I want you too," she whispered, her voice filled with need.

Andrew groaned softly, his lips finding hers again in a kiss that was both tender and full of hunger. He shifted, his hands moving to unbutton her jeans, his movements slow and deliberate as he stripped her down, piece by piece, his eyes never leaving hers.

When she was completely bare before him, he paused, taking a moment to just look at her. His eyes were dark with desire, but there was something else there too—something deeper, a love so profound that it took her breath away.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "So, so beautiful."

Y/N reached up, pulling him down to her, their lips meeting in a kiss that was full of passion and promise. Andrew's hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, worshipping her body with a reverence that made her feel cherished, adored.

He moved over her, his body fitting against hers as if they were made for each other. The feel of him, the weight of him, was comforting and intoxicating all at once. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him in a way that went beyond physical desire.

Andrew kissed her again, his hips pressing against hers, the slow, steady rhythm of his movements driving her wild. "I love you," he murmured against her lips, his voice ragged with need. "I love you so much, Y/N."

The words were like a balm to her soul, healing every insecurity, every doubt. She clung to him, her body moving with his as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside their little bubble of love and passion fading away.

As they came together, their bodies entwined, Y/N felt the last remnants of her insecurity dissolve, replaced by a deep, abiding love for the man who was not only her partner but her rock, her safe place. Andrew made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and in that moment, she knew that no matter how much her body changed, he would always see her as perfect.

When they finally collapsed together, spent and sated, Andrew held her close, his hand resting on her belly as they lay in the afterglow of their lovemaking. "You're everything to me," he whispered, kissing her temple softly.

Y/N smiled, her heart full to bursting as she nestled against him. "And you're everything to me," she whispered back, knowing that with Andrew by her side, she could face anything.