Look at Me One More Time

Baby In and Out

"I'm.. pregnant?"

I didn't know what to think. I sat there, still holding the used test kit, peeking the results from outside, and sliding it back into its box.

Surprisingly, Ben didn't panic at all for he had been panicking all by himself, days before just from the thought of us having a baby.

"But we were so careful and I was on pills," I mumbled.

This could ruin my career, my life all together. Not to mention all the fun things I could do with Ben without thinking of kids, such as traveling, going out to movies and playing games.

"Aren't you excited about it?"

I pushed him away. "How is this exciting?! You don't have to worry about a huge ass baby coming out from your dick, the weight gain, and.. just leave me alone."

I curled inside the blanket as Ben walked away from the room, closing the door. He knew it was pointless trying to calm me down as I would just end up being more upset.

I thought sex was supposed to be fun and enjoyable, until a stupid sperm managed to penetrate its way in. I stayed alone entertaining my own childish thoughts until Ben came knocking on the door, asking if I wanted to have dinner.

My tummy suddenly began rumbling from the images of dinner flashing across my mind. I guess I never realized how much I was eating until I found out I was pregnant.

"I'm scared," I said, as I looked at Ben while opening the door. "What if the baby has defects because I drank too much wine? What if you hate it?"

Honestly, I've been hearing so many urban legend stories from my grandma's tales especially regarding women giving birth in our culture back in Malaysia. All the gory details of tears a woman gets while pushing, the post delivery issues such as the changing body that makes the husband just can't wait to get rid of the ugly wife as soon as he can, or even worse, make use of the legal law of polygamy to find a second wife to sleep with. Basically in Malaysia, in my culture, if a woman fails to recover properly after she just had a baby, she's doomed.

"What the heck are you talking about?" Ben grabbed me by the shoulders and held me close. "If you drank too much, then you can stop now. We'll do the check ups together, follow up together. Me hating my own baby? It will not happen even after I die."

Gently he leaned to kiss me on my head, letting me snuggle to his chest longer while he was embracing me. The sound of his heartbeat made me feel more at ease.

In fact, I thought, what was I bitching about? He'll definitely take care of me, and our future kids. That is why he married me. And in return, I married him for I knew he would stay by my side, forever.

I wouldn't agree to be a wife to a jerk who can't provide happiness in any ways at all. A marriage is not just about being with someone you can fuck all day, but it's also about taking care of our things together no matter how difficult they can get.

Although, Ben was kind of a jerk once.

I watched him preparing the plates for both of us. Naturally, he loves to cook, therefore it's like doing a favor to him if I ask him to make the food for us.

It was a steamed fish together with sautéed vegetables and molho escabeche sauce.

"I didn't fry the fish because I don't know whether you'll like it," he said. Apparently while I was sulking in the room, he was Googling on food for pregnant women.

'I don't feel nauseous or have any cravings," I replied, honest. "Maybe just not yet."

"Then, I'll set the appointment for your visit tomorrow."

"So.. did the car smell like sex today?"

Ben almost choked on his food. "No.."

"See? I told you." I smiled.

"But if I had a pizza in there, the car will stink for many days," he said.

"Don't compare pizza with my pussy!"

Ben coughed as he tried to swallow some food. After we were done with eating, he pulled me to the bed to make love to me.

"I'll do the dishes later," he said, cupping my breasts from outside of my bra. "Let me satisfy your needs first."

"But let me check if we can have sex while pregnant," I used my phone to browse for a bit, letting him turn me around to undress me so he could go for the view he loves the most; my butt.

"Did you find anything?" Ben sounded impatient, he was stroking his dick while watching me.

Nothing on the Internet said that sex can be unhealthy to any pregnant women, instead, it's quite the opposite.

"Just wait," I said, but his fingers were already prodding my clit and the lips of my pussy.

No, he didn't wait, but he was gentle. I could feel his warm tongue stimulating my hole as he briefly licked it wide.

He then turned me around, making me drop my phone on the pillow, pulled me closer and spread my legs in front of his face. He stared at me hungrily.

"This still hurts?" He touched my clit with his thumb, that tickling sensation made me nod quickly as I would love it if he could suck it.

He rubbed it in circular motion and transfered the job to his mouth, where my pussy was sucked hard and licked zig zag from down to up. My clit was revealed using his two fingers and he poked it with his tongue.

I screamed loud and my body arched, trembling. The pussy was soaked down there and he didn't let any of my honey go to waste. He repeatedly licked it, cleaning it up with his tongue, down the throat.

As I gasped and tried to breathe, he smiled and said, "I will get you some things to play with."