The Adventures of Harry and Me (H.S.)

Dance For Me Darling

"Darling?" Harry knocks softly on the master bathroom door. "Just let me see. Please? I'm sure you look beautiful."

"I'm not sure about that." I'm unsure as I look at myself in the mirror. Harry brought a beautiful pink box upstairs asking me to try on the outfit inside. The lingerie is a sheer pink color that lays against my skin softly. I tuck and pull at the fabric in an effort to cover my changing body. At 14 weeks my stomach is starting the transformation. I'm carrying a child, but how in the world can a bloated/pregnant belly be sexy?

"Please, darling? I wanna see if it fits." Harry pleads on the other side of the door.

I sigh, ignoring the begging from my husband. Reaching into the Agent Provocateur box, I lift a beautiful robe that is completely translucent with lace edging around the hem. Wrapping the dressing gown around my body, I see that it hides my stomach area just enough, making me feel a little more comfortable.

"I'll come out. But no judging please." I say, taking a deep breath before my feet drag unhappily across the floor to the door. Reluctant to show off my body that is open and exposed. Unlocking the door, I open it slowly, revealing my patient husband who is leaning against the doorframe.

"Look at my wife." Harry smirks as his eyes take me in from bra to knickers. "It's sexy!" Harry's hand reaches towards my body. I flinch as he runs his finger down my stomach. "What's goin'on?" My husband asks sincerely. His eyebrows have crinkled, and I can hear the worry laced into his words.

"I don't know, babe. I just feel anything but sexy at the moment. I mean look at my stomach." I watch as Harry reaches for the bow on my dressing gown. "Actually, don't look at it." I say, wrapping my arms around my stomach to hide the area from my husband.

"Listen, my love. You are growing our baby. Your body is going to change." Harry cups my face, rubbing his thumb against my cheek. "And it's beyond sexy if I'm honest." Brushing the hair away from my face, Harry brings my face towards his. Our mouths embrace in a kiss that is soft and tender but causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Breaking the seal of our lips, my husband smirks as he begins to speak. "I have an idea. Give me a moment."

Adjusting the robe around my body, I look down, making sure every inch of my stomach is covered. Harry has moved into the closet, and I can hear him shuffling around. It doesn't take long when I see my husband walking out of the closet with a small chair I typically use when I sit down to put on my shoes. He places the chair in the middle of the room.

"What's this for?" I ask curiously, because if I'm being honest, most of the time I'm completely lost when it comes to the ideas in my cute boy's head.

"Hold on! I'll explain. Just give me a minute." Harry walks purposefully as he grabs the remote by his side of the bed that controls the speakers placed about the room. "I'm gonna play a song and darling, I want you to dance."

My eyes widen in fear. "Dance? What kind of dance?

"How about a lap dance? I've seen yeh shake those hips in the kitchen." He says a little sassy, knowing I can't deny the dance parties I have on a daily basis.

"A lap dance? Harry, I've never performed a lap dance before." I ramble nervously.

"That's alright! I can teach yeh some of my moves." Harry wiggles his eyebrows, causing me to giggle. "Ready for the song?" My husband smiles, holding the remote up in the air.

"Mmhmm. Let's try. But I'm not promising it will be sexy." I say, still not confident this is going to be anything wonderful.

Harry bites his lip as he presses play and the first few few notes of "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye fill the room.