Unexpected Love

43. Baby Shower

With Lucy now at thirty-two weeks pregnant, Angela couldn't resist the urge to pamper and pleasure her before the whirlwind of the baby shower began. She playfully pinned Lucy against the headboard, her lips tracing a path down Lucy's neck.

"*We need this,*" Angela thought, craving the connection that only they shared. Their intimate moments were becoming increasingly rare amidst the preparations and doctor's appointments.

Lucy giggled, her breath hitching as Angela's lips reached her collarbone. "Angela," she protested weakly, knowing they needed to get ready soon. Angela paused, her eyes meeting Lucy's. "We have time," she murmured, her voice filled with desire.

Lucy bit her lip, considering, then nodded. They both knew the importance of seizing these moments before their lives changed forever. Angela's hands roamed Lucy's body, her touch gentle yet firm, eliciting gasps and moans.

Lucy's fingers threaded through Angela's hair, guiding her lower, her body arching in anticipation. The baby shower, while exciting, suddenly seemed far less urgent than the love they shared in that moment.

As the baby shower loomed closer, Angela sought to ground them in their love, to remind Lucy of the passion and connection they shared. She kissed Lucy's stomach reverently before lowering herself between her trembling thighs. "*She's so beautiful,*" Angela thought, gazing at Lucy's swollen form.

With slow, deliberate movements, Angela began to devour Lucy's sensitive flesh, her tongue dancing skillfully inbetween lucys thighs. Lucy's moans filled the room, her body writhing against Angela's touch.

"*This is ours,*" Angela thought, savoring the taste and feel of Lucy. She wanted to erase Lucy's doubts and fears, to replace them with pleasure and confidence. Angela increased her pace, her mouth working in harmony with Lucy's growing cries.

Lucy's fingers curled into the sheets, her hips bucking involuntarily as Angela brought her closer to the edge. "Angela," she gasped, her voice thick with desire. Angela hummed in response, her focus unwavering. When Lucy finally climaxed, her body shuddering with release, Angela pulled back, smiling up at her.

"Feeling better?" she teased, wiping her mouth. Lucy managed a breathless laugh, her face flushed and eyes glazed with pleasure. "Much," she whispered.

Angela's attentive ministrations continued, her tongue expertly lapping up every bit of Lucy's essence, ensuring she was clean and satisfied. When she finally pulled away, Lucy could see the love and adoration shining in Angela's eyes.

Angela leaned in for a kiss, and Lucy eagerly parted her lips, tasting herself on Angela's tongue. It was an intimate exchange, a reminder of the deep connection they shared. "*I love her so much,*" Angela thought, her heart swelling with emotion.

Lucy's arms wrapped around Angela's neck, pulling her closer, their kisses deepening. They broke apart, both panting, and Lucy smiled. "Thank you," she breathed. Angela chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from Lucy's face.

"Anytime," she replied, her voice full of love and sincerity. They shared a tender moment, their foreheads resting against each other's, before reality intruded once more. They had a baby shower to attend.

Dressed in comfortable maternity wear, Lucy linked her arm with Angela's as they walked towards the venue where Nyla and Celina had planned their baby shower. She couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement—their support meant everything to her.

Angela, sensing Lucy's emotions, squeezed her hand reassuringly. "*They've got this,*" she thought, confident in their friends' abilities to create a memorable day. As they entered the room filled with pastel balloons and laughter, Lucy's anxiety melted away.

Nyla and Celina had outdone themselves, transforming the space into a beautiful celebration of life and love. Their friends and family greeted them warmly, cooing over Lucy's growing belly and showering them with well wishes.

Throughout the event, Angela remained by Lucy's side, her hand resting protectively on the twins. She whispered sweet nothings in Lucy's ear, keeping her grounded amidst the chaos.

And when Lucy opened gifts, Angela's eyes sparkled with excitement, imagining their daughters using the tiny clothes, toys, and accessories.

The love between them was palpable, a testament to their resilience and commitment to becoming a family. By the end of the day, their hearts were full, and Lucy couldn't help but feel ready—and excited—for the journey ahead.

The room buzzed with excitement as everyone eagerly participated in the baby shower games.

One game, in particular, had everyone guessing the twins' hair color, eye color, and weight. Angela watched with a smile as her and Lucy's friends and family members wrote down their predictions, their faces alight with anticipation.

When it was Angela's turn, she took a deep breath before writing down her hopes for the twins—Lucy's brown eyes and her own dark hair.

She handed her paper to Celina, who collected them with a wink. As Lucy read out the predictions one by one, the laughter grew louder. Some guessed the twins would have blue hair and purple eyes, while others predicted they'd be born with full heads of hair.

The game served as a sweet reminder that their daughters were already loved and cherished by many. As they moved onto the next activity, Angela found herself lost in thought, imagining what their little girls might look like.

She glanced at Lucy, whose face was a picture of joy, and knew that no matter the outcome, their love for their daughters would remain constant.

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