Having Your Jelly Baby

15: Morning Glory

A/N: Things get a LITTLE bit raunchy in this chapter! I honestly don't think it's that saucy, but just a little advanced warning for you all because I know some of you out there are a few years younger than me :P (Also, this is my fourth update in like a week? I AM ON A ROLLLL, CHICAS AND (possibly?) CHICOS! :P)

15: Morning Glory

I woke up a couple of times that night, mainly because the fact that I was essentially sleeping in my new home freaked me out a bit, and I couldn't fully get used to the idea of sharing a bed. But it was also because my sleep was plagued by strange dreams of little babies and cameras that made it fitful. I had dreams of continuous, unceasing flashes that made me wince and duck my head, trying to turn away as I was cradling a baby - my baby? - whose face I couldn't see properly to my chest.

Hands shot out in an attempt to touch the baby, but they turned claw-like, snatching at the baby and the blankets it was bundled in. It let out a short, sharp, heart shattering wail as it slipped completely out of my hold as someone shoved me.

I always woke up before the baby hit the ground.

When I finally woke up properly, after the bad nightmares mixed with admittedly rather raunchy dreams about Drew ceased, it was half past nine in the morning, and Drew remained sound asleep behind me. We'd shifted throughout the night into a spooning position, Drew's arm tucked around my waist from behind, his hand flat against my abdomen and pulling me close.

It was hard to believe I was now four months into my pregnancy, but the small bump was a dead giveaway sign now.

His cool, even breathing against the back of my neck was soothing in the warmth of the bed, our legs tangled with each other's and the sheets bunched around our waists. The unmistakeable feeling of his morning glory against my bum both made me blush a little bit and sent heat shooting straight to the bottom of my stomach.

We hadn't actually had sex since the night of Mia and Connor's wedding and the conception of the jelly baby, even though Drew had joked about having rampant engagement sex when he proposed.

I wasn't a wildly horny teenage boy in desperate need of some action, but it had been four months since I'd slept with Drew, which meant it had been four months since I had slept with anyone. I wondered, with a pang, how long it had been for him, too, and whether I was the last person he had slept with as well.

His hand on my navel was dangerously close to the top of my bedtime cotton shorts.

Trying to breathe normally but hardly daring to, I placed my hand over his, slowly guiding it into the waistband of them. My legs clenched with anticipation, wondering in a mess of wild, hormone driven thoughts if this was right or wrong or, in a flash of crazy thoughts, if this counted as sexual harassment if Drew was asleep.

The sudden hitch in his breathing let me know he had woken up though, which doused any fears I had had about becoming a sexual offender, his hand still covered with mine stiffening inside my shorts, still outside my underwear and just grazing the thin scrap of lace, however. I leaned back into him boldly as if to ask permission, his own head tilting forward in answer so that it rested on my shoulder, almost in the crook of my neck.

My palm grazed his knuckles as I opened my legs a little wider, slipping our hands into the fuchsia lace of my underwear, his hand merely resting against my skin. Something about the fact that it was Drew's touch made my heart race even more; it made even more heat pool at the pit of my stomach and made me even more desperate to get some kind of release.

With a kiss to the base of my neck as if he'd heart my silent pleas, Drew finally took the plunge and curved his hand around me completely, flicking his thumb against my clit once, twice, three times and making me jerk at the pleasure that abruptly shot all the way from the top of my head to my toes, which curled.