Nesting TGC
Thomas Shelby, Birmingham's most notorious gangster, stood calmly in the door frame with his arms crossed, relaxed, watching his beloved rush around the nursery fussing about placement of furniture and colors.
She had moved the cradle, rocking horse and the chair with help, several times. He thought every time something moved it had been previously perfect like her. He knew she was nesting and it wouldn't be perfect until the baby arrived.
Their baby. The perfect blend of the two of them.
He didn't know how long he'd been there but once she turned and faced him, her dazzling smile and flushed cheeks told him he'd caught her having a moment. He chuckled and crossed the room to gather her in his arms. She folded into him, mindful not to bed too far and squish the baby. He placed his hands gently and lovingly around her stomach.
She was even more beautiful with his child filling out her curves.
"Grace, the baby will be staring at its beautiful mother, not the walls." He was sure babies didn't care about paint color, or where the rocking horse it wouldn't use for over a year would be placed. It would only care about its parents and food.
When it can see color which takes place in a few months, according to my books, it will appreciate that we loved it enough to choose a nice calming color for the nursery." She gently chided him and bent her head back to place a kiss on his rugged jawline. He grinned and buried his face in the side of her head. He knew better than to argue with a mother, let alone the strong willed mother of his child. He stood holding her for several minutes before he had an idea.
"Alright grace, come ere." He crossed the room and sat down on the rocking chair. Once he was situated he patted his knee for her to come sit on. " Bring your books. I know you've been creating and doodling in there." He laughed when she squealed with excitement and practically ran over to him. It made him nervous when she ran on the wood floor. If she slipped....He'd bring up his concern after sex tonight.
Since her belly had been expanding over the last few months, he'd noticed she'd been much more physically needy as time went by. Almost daily. She told him the book by doctors said her blood flow was moving closer and lower to where the baby was causing her to be more...amorous.
He'd assured her he wasn't complaining. He understood how blood flow to the lower regions helped create more drive during sex. She'd smacked him for the comment but also laughed at his joke.
"So, show me what you are planning for my love." She snuggled into his lap, mindful to turn so she and the babe were comfortable as she shared page after page for her ideas for the nursery and future kids. They stayed there talking until two in the morning when her yawning became so persistent he knew she was well past rest.
"We'll come on Mrs. Shelby. Let's get you into bed and wear you out so you and the baby sleep well." He stood gently sliding her off of his lap. She gave him a little sigh and pouted. He bent down to kiss her lips gently, taking her bottom lip into his teeth and nibbling gently. She gasped which gave him the opportunity to explore her mouth while she fully leaned into him.
"Stop it, like you don't sleep better right now going to bed with me like this every night." She goaded him between kisses gently smacking him on the chest. He grabbed her backside and pulled her tighter to him kissing down her neck holding her in place.
"I didn't say it didn't help the baby, come on. Off to bed with you. I'm not taking you here in my child's room." She walked in front of him looking back occasionally to make sure he was following her.
