I opened my eyes turning over in bed ready to greet my husband only he wasn't there. "Mike..." I sighed standing from the bed, only wearing one of his shirts and my black lace undergarments. "Did you leave?" I walked down the stairs, the smell of pancakes entering my nose, causing me to smile.
"Baby I am right here." Mike walked towards me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. "You look so beautiful..." He played with the hem of the shirt, which barley covered my bottom.
"Baby." I sighed resting my head on his chest once his hands softly squeezed my bottom.
"You are so hot." With that I pulled away. "I'm sorry. Was that too much?" Mike followed me into the kitchen, me sitting on a barstool at the island.
"I can't do that today. I'm sorry. I'm not feeling too good." I confessed causing my husband to place his hands on my shoulders.
"Princess I'm sorry." Mike massaged my shoulders causing me to put my head down, loving the feeling of his hands squeezing my shoulders.
"You made breakfast?" I couldn't help but smile as I looked around the kitchen, seeing two plates with pancakes on them.
"I figured you might need a good breakfast, considering you're eating for two." Mike softly placed a kiss on my head, causing me to force a smile. "Sweetie ... What's wrong?" Mike questioned, stopping me once I tried sitting at the table, I just shook my head causing him to remove his hand from my arm. "Baby... Talk to me." Mike sighed as he also took a seat at the table.
"Do I look fat?" I quietly questioned, my husband immediately sighed causing me to lower my head. "Never mind." I bit my lip softly, my feelings slightly hurt.
Our breakfast was quiet. The two of us eating in silence. I didn't want to speak and I suppose Mike didn't either.
I guess this was the time during my pregnancy where Mike didn't want anything to do with me. It's kinda depressing, to have your husband think you're disgusting.
I stood from the table, taking my plate to the sink. "Hey..." Mike stopped me, gently grabbing my arm. "Are you upset about earlier?" He questioned, causing me to shake my head no. "Carrie." Mike sighed once I walked away from him.
"Mike. I am fine." I turned away from him, walking up the stairs. Mike appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"You're crying?" Mike worriedly sighed. "Carrie. Tell me. Please." He rested his head in the crook of my neck.
"I just asked one question... It looked as if you were so annoyed with me." I pulled away from him, wiping my face. "This woman talked about how, when you're pregnant your husband is kinda stand offish... I guess that time is now." I tried to stop crying but it didn't work at all.
"Carrie-"
"I just feel bad. My feelings are just hurt." I confessed, before Mike placed his hands on my shoulders.
"I am sorry... I am so sorry baby. I will never be stand offish." Mike said, looking down into my eyes, before kissing me passionately. "You're really upset." Mike pouted, the two of us pulling away from the kiss.
"I am alright-"
"Baby. I wasn't complaining, you don't have to lie to me..." Mike sighed , looking down into my eyes. "I don't think you're fat at all, and I am not going to fall out of love with you." Mike added, me faintly smiling.
"Can we go lay down?" I questioned, interlocking my fingers with my husband's. Mike nodded his head softly, before the two of us walked into our bedroom, lying on the bed comfortably.
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