"Friends" 2 || G.D. ||

44: Delay

Lynn's P.O.V. 

Ever since last week, when I ran into Kyce and Monica, I haven't left the house. Grayson has gone back and forth to the store, getting the things that I want and getting groceries. My back has started to hurt more and more but I haven't said anything about it.

Today we have the doctors appointment, where we are going to hopefully find out the gender. Currently, I am in the shower. My stomach sticks out but not badly. I get out of the shower and dry my hair and then wrap the towel around my body.

I walk out the of the bathroom and into the kitchen. I grab a bagel and then some dark chocolate. I start eating the chocolate and then pour myself a glass of milk. 

I finish the bagel and then eat another one and the rest of the chocolate. I force the rest of the milk down and walk back to the bathroom. I slip on a pair on my nice Calvin Kleins and a matching bra. 

I look at myself in the mirror. What if Grayson starts to hate my body? What if he doesn't want to touch me after everything? What if he finds someone new?

Stop stop stop. Grayson wouldn't do that. He loves me. But I do think that he is going to think that my body is ugly as I start to progress through the pregnancy. 

I shake my head and brush my teeth and then brush my hair. I leave my hair alone so it is natural. I walk to the bedroom and open the door. Grayson is snoring slightly on the bed and I smile. I quickly get dressed in leggings and a baggy shirt.I lean over the bed.

"Grayson, get up," I say.

He grabs my arm and pulls me down on the bed. My chest on his, he whispers, "Lay with me."

"No, you have to get up," I laugh. His hand lets go of my arm but his other arm wraps around my waist, hold me down.

Grayson grabs my face and pulls it towards his. His lips hit mine harshly and he sucks in a breath and then whispers again, "Please."

"We have an appointment in 45 minutes. We can't be late," I say.

"We won't," he says. He moves his lips to my neck as he bites my neck softly.

"Mmm," I moan softly.

He bites my neck a little bit harder and his hand moves down my body. His hand slips in between both of us and then into my leggings, rubbing my slit through my Calvin Kleins.

"Gray," I moan quietly.

"Yes, baby," he responds, biting my neck again.

"Mmmm, god," I moan.

"What do you want, baby," he asks, his hot breath hitting my neck. His fingers glide into my underwear and I moan again.

"That," I say, "I want that."

"Use your manners," he demands.

"Please," I beg.

He bites my neck again and then slips his fingers into my slit, then out, teasing. He rubs small circles and then sticks his finger into my slit again. He moves his finger in circles around my clit. He moves his finger down and then inside of me. 

I moan quietly as he sticks a second finger inside of me. I rotate my hips in small circles. I moan louder as a third finger slips inside of me.

Then I feel the baby kick, making me giggle. 

"What are you laughing about?" Grayson says.

"The baby," I laugh, "The baby is kicking."

Grayson pumps his fingers a couple times and then bites my neck and I groan.