Saved By The Devil Himself

Waddle Waddle

Stephen and I have been getting along more and more. Even though it's only been two weeks, we found some similarities between us. It was as if we known each other years before this week. His mother, Elizabeth, she is something different though. I'm not sure if I liked her, she seemed distant from me but she seemed to relax when she's with Stephen. Maybe Aziz inviting her here made her nervous?

"Angel!" I hear Aziz yell from the front door. I got up and ran to him, but stopped when I was a couple feet in front of him. I decided to walk, only a couple of steps. "What did I tell you about running" he warned me but had some playfulness in his voice.

"To run everywhere," I said giggling as he pulled me into a big hug, cautious about my bump.

"I got you something," He says as he pulls something out from behind him. It was some tiny clothes. It was for Joseph. "I thought he might need something for when he first comes home"

I took the onesie and on the front, it said 'don't mess with my daddy, he's the king' my heart just melted. It was adorable.

"Baby, don't cry," He says wiping the tears I didn't know was coming down. I couldn't help crying once in a while, it just happens. "No one should make you cry, not even me."

"I can't help it" I confess. Looking up at him. He just chuckled. "You're mine, Angel. I would never do anything to hurt you, okay?" I nodded my head understanding.

We walked over to the living room where Ethan and Stephen were talking. "How far is she?" Stephen asks Ethan but Ethan just looks over at us instead of answering. I sit down in the rocking chair. This is now mine, no one ever uses it except me.

"It's yours because everyone knows you love that chair" Aziz whispers in my ear before kissing my temple and sitting on the couch next to the chair. I rock back and forth slowly. Everyone is quiet, I was ready to drift off into a small nap but someone clears their throat and I open my eyes to see Stephen looking at me.

"Yes?" I ask softly.

"I was wondering how far along are you?" Stephen asks. He was kind enough not to ask me at all, but I knew he was going to ask at one point.

"I'm 27 weeks. 28 weeks in two days." I tell him. He nods before asking another question. "Do you have a name?"

"Yes. I named him Joseph. Aziz obviously had problems with the first few" I say giggling. Stephen too laughed along but Aziz just glared at me.

"Well, you cried about cereal" Aziz shot back. I shrugged. "Ethan threw away my cereal, you don't throw away a pregnant woman's food," I say in defense.

"It's true" I hear Elizabeth say as she walked into the living room. "I once cried because I dropped a cookie, and I still had over a dozen cookies on the cookie sheet." She told us and I smiled knowing it's alright to cry over the food.

Aziz set his hand on my knee and I couldn't shake the feeling of tingles that spread through my body. The attraction that came with it was unbearable. I know your hormones are out of whack but come on, really? Do I need to be turned on now?

"I'm going to go take a nap," I say and I tried to get up from the rocking chair, but I failed. Dang, it. "But I'm in need of assistance first," I say letting out an embarrassed laugh.

"Here," Aziz said as he got up from his spot and helped me to my feet.

"Now go waddle yourself up the stairs," Ethan said as he let out a small chuckle. I waddle?

"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

"You waddle. It's cute though" Ethan explains but Aziz let out a low growl letting him know that saying I'm cute is not okay.

"No I don't," I say and I walk towards the stairs. Only then do I notice that I have a small one, but not a big waddle, only a small. "Stop judging me!" I yell as soon as my first foot is on the first stair step. I could hear all of them just giggle as I struggled to walk with this big bump.

I started to walk up the stairs but felt a hand slither around my waist half way up. "Let me help you, Angel" Aziz tells me as we slowly make our way up.

"Am I that slow?" I ask softly almost hurt. I shouldn't get upset about that. God, first I'm excited, then I get aroused, and now I'm upset? What is going on?

"No" he chuckles. God his chuckle is sexy. Hold up I'm supposed to be upset not aroused again. "You're perfectly fine. Let's get you upstairs so you can get a nap."

When we finally made it to his room I decided to take a shower. Last time I took one was two nights ago, I'm in desperate need for one. Maybe I should take a bath. Ooo that sounds luxurious.

"Aziz" I call. He turns around from closing the bedroom door to look at me. "Yes, Angel?"

"Could you start the bath for me?" I asked biting my lip. He didn't say anything, just walking into the bathroom and starting the bath. I took off my shirt and leggings only to be left with a sports bra and underwear.

"Alright the bath has bee-" he started but stopped when he saw me. I bit my lip and walked over to him putting my lips onto his. "Angel" he mumbles through our kisses but that only turned me on even more.

"Let's go take a bath," I said tugging on his arm. He easily came with me taking off his shirt in the process.

When we got to the bathroom I took off the rest of my clothes and got into the bathtub. Aziz followed not long after me. He leaned me back against the tub wall and kissed me roughly. Yes.

"So beautiful" he managed to say through our kisses as his hands roamed my body.