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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING! MENTION OF R*PE!
Iman Harriott ~
Months had gone by, it was finally January and my stomach has finally formed into a beautiful baby bump of four months. There is no way I can hide my baby bump for any longer, but I couldn't care less about others opinions (It's not like people haven't started speculating anyways). My only concern is my baby's health and also the health of Alistair.
Alistair acts as if working, preparing for the baby and also the divorce isn't affecting him. But his actions tells me other wise. The bags under his eyes are prominent. It feels wrong to be affectionate with him at times, because when we do become intimate with one another, its either feels like a "here damn" moment- very half assed or pity intimacy. All that energy for intimacy goes to his sleep, his study and the home gym.
And if that what he needs to release stress and tension fine, but tell me that instead of fake reassuring with me that everything is alright.
It was a Saturday morning, the day we agreed that we'd use the weekend to start decorating the baby's bedroom.
"Im shocked you're here..." I dryly chuckled
"Iman I live here" Alistair bluntly said
"Could have fooled me..." I whistled, turning my focus on the paints
"Right! Did I forget to pick up one of your pregnancy cravings or something?" Alistair questioned as if I had an attitude
"I would have preferred that instead of your fake ass attempts of reassuring me that everything is okay!..." I snapped back, my attention now on him "...you have done this before Alistair and you know I'm not stupid. You are not okay, I can see it written all over your body."
Alistair's facial expression soften and so did mine. Alistair heavily sighed " I wish I had never lost you in the first place- divorce is no bloody joke" Alistair finally confessed
I walked up to him, my hand caressing the left side of his clenched jaw. I looked up at him, my eyes of hope trying to change the cloudiness that was swimming in his eyes of stress.
His hands now gripping softly at the sides of my waist. Alistair's touch felt different. They felt needy, tired and rough.
"I just did not want you to carry my stress on top of yours. I didn't want you to know that I was unhealthy inside, to worry over me and impact you and the baby..." one of his hands from my waist, moved over to the side of my stomach
"You know that stresses me more when you're not honest. I can't be stress free knowing you're not" I told him, my tone softer than before
"I know..."
"Now is there anything else you would like to tell me before we start bonding over our baby's new room?" I asked him, a brow cocked up so Alistair knew I meant business
"That I love you..." Alistair's eyes sparkled, showing of his cute impression of puppy dog eyes
"I love you too..." I pecked his lips, Alistair wanting to go in some more with the kiss "...mhm...go and put some love with starting painting the walls, put those strong arms of yours to work!"
"I've got something else that I can put to work..." Alistair smirked against my lips
"Ugh you're so disgusting" I pushed him away, before laughing
"Yet my disgustingness got you pregnant" Alistair smart mouthed me, winking his eye as he took himself over to put the paints in the tray
"Are we still going for the Hawaiian vibe for the baby's room?" Alistair asked, looking up at me, pouring the beige colour paint bucket
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