Daycare|Cricky [C]

30|Backrubs & Naps

●○Seventeen Weeks○●

"Mmph, Chrissy, can you go a bit lower?" I asked, tilting my head back as Chris rubbed my back.

He moved his hands to my lower back, leaning forward a little to whisper, "There?"

I nodded, letting out a sigh in relief. "Next week, Baby,"

"I know, Baby. I can't wait,"

"I can't wait either. Fuck, I'm having a baby with the man I love more than life itself!" I giggled, running my hands down his thighs. "Thank you for the back rub, Chris,"

Chris pulled me back a little so I was closer, but still sitting between his legs. "You don't need to thank me. I'm happy to help you."

"What ever did I do to deserve such an amazing man like you, Chris?" I laughed a little, leaning my back against his chest. "I love you so damn much..."

Chris wrapped his tattooed arms around my waist, nuzzling the crook of my neck. "I love you too. More than anything."

I turned my head to catch his lips with my own, one hand on his thigh and the other on his cheek. Our lips moved together in sync, the kiss being gentle and loving.

I set my hand on his shoulder as I pulled away. "I'm tired," I said softly, turning so I could straddle his lap.

Chris was wearing his 'God Free' muscle tee, showing off his sexy arms. "You wanna take a nap?" He asked as I ran my hands up and down his biceps.

I nodded, looking into his eyes. "Mhm..." I looked back to his arms, almost memorizing the ink. "I can't wait to get mine done,"

"And I will make sure you get them." Chris replied, his hands on my thighs. "After the baby is born, we can go get a tattoo, okay?"

"Like a matching one?" I asked, looking at the pair of solid lines on his right forearm.

"If you want," He replied, kissing my forehead. "Or you can get that coffin you wanted,"

I rolled my eyes playfully and yawned. "You remember that?" I asked, referring to our first date.

"Of course I do. I listen to everything you say, Baby." Chris replied as if I were no big deal at all. "I wanna get something special for you... I-I know we haven't even been together a year yet, but-"

"Chris, hush. You don't need to explain yourself, I understand." I giggled softly and yawned, resting my head against his chest.

Chris rubbed my back. "I'm gonna take you to the room, okay, Baby?" He whispered before picking me up. "Do you want me to wake you up at a certain time?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked away from the couch and to our bedroom. "In about two hours, please, Babe."

Chris pushed open the bedroom door with his hip, shutting it the same way. It was just him and I in the house, but leaving the bedroom door open should be fucking illegal. "Alright, Pumpkin. I'll lay with you,"

I nodded, letting go of him as he set me on the bed. I snuggled closer after he laid down, letting him pull the blanket over us. "These sheets need to be washed," I chuckled.