Sex dealer

thirty-three

*four months later* so she's now seven months pregnant, I think💀💀.

It's been a few months since Blake and I found out that I'm pregnant.

We got back from his island long ago and over the week we were there for, he taught me how to shoot, we went swimming on his rooftop pool and had pool sex, took lit photos which I won't be able to post anyway but I took them anyway.

Today, we're finally going to see a doctor for a checkup.

Back at the warehouse, there's a whole medical clinic and shit, apparently.

So we're going there.

"Are you ready muffin?" Blake asks me, poking his head into the doorway.

"Yeah, just a sec." I answer and spray some perfume on my wrists and neck.

I slip into a pair of thongs(not the undergarment thong, Australians call flip flops thongs) and tie my hair up into a mess hun and walk out.

I'm dressed so ugly and I couldn't give a shit about it.

"Blakey, I'm ready." I call out in a sing-song voice.

"Great." He smiles at me and takes my hand, leading me down the stairs and out the main door.

It's weird, ever since he found out I'm pregnant, he's been treating me so gently, as if I'm made of China and will break if he's not careful. (I wouldn't call choking you on his dick careful but okay💀)

He holds the car door open for me and gets in after I do, next to me.

He shuts the door, does my seat belt for me and sighs, resting his head on my shoulder, rubbing his thumb softly over my hand.

"Blake," I say.

"Yeah?"

"You know that I'm pregnant, not disabled, right?" I ask him, laughing slightly.

"I don't care, you're still my baby and I'll take care of you as I please." He answers.

I roll my eyes and peck his lips.

"I l-" I start off saying 'I love you' but am interrupted by Derek.

"Where to?" He asks Blake.

I don't pay attention to the rest of what's said as I slowly start falling asleep.

I sigh and rest my head on Blake's shoulder, drifting off.

...

"Baby," I hear Blake whisper softly into my ear.

"Mhm." I reply, my eyes still shut.

He chuckles.

"We're here." He says.

"Do I have to get up?" I groan, rubbing my eyes as I open them slowly, letting them adjust to the light.

"Nope." He replies.

I was about to say thank you and go back to sleep when I felt myself being lifted up in a pair of arms.

I let out a loud squeal.

"Put me down." I laugh, playfully slapping his chest.

"Nope." He smiles and gives my lips a quick kiss before walking up the stairs, holding me.

I don't understand how he's carrying me with such ease, I'm a fucking whale right now.

The guards smile at us as we walk through the doors.