Saved By The Devil Himself

Hicks or more?

While sitting in the living room with a book, I could just feel the presence of someone in the room. "Out," I say irritated. I don't know why but now that I'm 38 weeks pregnant, I've been very irritated.

"But Angel" I hear Aziz whine. He walks over to me before crouching down in front of me and putting a hand on my stomach. "Being irritated won't help you or the baby"

I close my book and cross my arms like a child. I can do whatever I want. Humph.

"Angel, please don't be like this" Aziz pleads with sad eyes. I couldn't help but melt at that. "How about strawberries and bananas?" Oooo those sound good! Aziz chuckles before standing up and extending his hands.

I take them and slowly get up, that is before I feel a dull pain in my lower abdomen. "Wait. Wait" I mumble holding onto Aziz's shoulder. He pulls me to his chest before rubbing my back like last time. I've been having Braxton Hicks about once a week, but this is the second time this week.

"I have watermelon in the kitchen-oh honey are you okay?" Mallory asks as I feel the hick fade away. I stay in Aziz's chest and nod my head, I don't want to leave this spot where Aziz is holding me and massaging my lower back.

"She's fine, just a hick like the other day" Aziz explains. With that Mallory leaves.

"You okay?" Aziz asks me and I nod my head once more. "Like last time" I mumble in his chest.

He lets me go from his embrace but keeps an arm around me as we walk to the kitchen. I sit down on the barstool and watched as Aziz placed assorted fruits on a plate before handing it to me. Ooo yummy.

Pew pew "Come at me" I hear Ethan yell from the dining room before a blue nerf bullet flies straight across my face.

Pew pew pew "I am, you wussy" Stephen says next to me as he shoots at Ethan. What the hell?

"Take it somewhere else," Aziz says as he puts a small pot of water on the stove to boil. "Away from the pregnant lady"

Both boys sigh before running into the living room to go at each other's throats once more. By the time I finish my fruit, the boys are passed out in the living room and Aziz is finished with his ramen and is reading the newspaper next to me while rubbing my belly.

I get up off the stool and set my plate in the sink before waddling to the bathroom. Once finished I walk out to see Stephen talking to Aziz. I walk over to both of them, but halfway another hick comes, but a bit stronger. What the hell? I hold onto the wall trying to breathe calmly before Aziz comes over and pulls me into his embrace. He massages my lower back with his knuckles and rocks me from side to side. I hold onto his shirt with one hand and the other is around my stomach. Why is this the second time today? "It's okay Angel, you're strong," Aziz tells me. I feel another pair of hands massage the back of my neck, but I don't dare to look. I don't even care who it is.

After it's over I wrap my arms around Aziz's neck. "Let's get you to lay down," Aziz tells me before taking me upstairs. I lay down on the bed not even caring to go under the covers. Aziz places two pillows behind me and hands me my body pillow he got me. He basically knows the drill and I couldn't thank him more for putting up with a cranky me.

"Want a blanket?" He asks me as he heads towards the chest in front of the bed.

"No," I say as I watch him pull out a quilt. He sets it next to my feet before coming over and kissing my forehead. "Well it's there for when you get cold," he tells me before going on the other side of the bed and laying down next to me.

When I wake up, I feel very warm. I look around and see that I'm alone with my pillows and the quilt blanket around me. I couldn't ask for more from Aziz.

I get up and start a hot shower before stepping in and letting the warm water hit my body. Right as I was about to put body wash on, Aziz stepped in. "I thought you might need help," He says seductively in my ear, taking the body wash away from me. He starts massaging it onto my skin and around every inch of me, placing a few kisses here and there.

"Aziz" I moan as he kisses my neck once again.

"Yes?" He asks turning me around and massaging the body wash on my boobs and belly. My lips smash into his and we get into a heated make out session until the water is cold.

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"I'm holding a dinner party slash dance tonight" Aziz starts as I dry my hair in the bedroom. "And I was hoping you would come with me"

"How? I don't even fit into anything, let alone a nice dress" I confess calmly. Surprisingly I'm not mad I'm just calm/zen. I should be freaking out because the dinner is like now, but I'm not, why?

"I got you something" He then says before walking to the closet and pulling out a black floor length dress. Is it going to fit? That was my only question running through my mind.

"It will fit I promise," He tells me before handing it to me. I take it and walk into the bathroom to try it on, and sure enough, it does. The black dress hugs my entire body, even my bump, with over the shoulder straps and a small V, showing some cleavage.

I walk out of the bathroom and I see Aziz dozing the cuffs on his shirt. Always so formal and sexy. I bit my lip watching him tuck in his shirt before trying to tie his tie. I walk over and tie it for him.

"Thank you Angel" he whispers in my ear before kissing it. I couldn't help the blush that rose to my cheeks. "You look sexy"

"And you look handsome," I say before stepping back and looking at both of us in the mirror. We're both looking pretty snazzy at the moment.

"Come let's take you to that dinner party," Aziz tells be after starring at my body in the mirror. "Just so you know, any man who looks at you is a dead man"