|: Hope U Do...

|: The Damage...

....I told y'all...ITS ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER...

Cree Daniels

Five weeks later

ONE week before HBOFM Tour

I stared into the mirrored ceiling as I laid there in some boyshorts and one of Chris' white tees, which was lifted up to show my small belly. I rubbed it, feeling the hump that was starting to poke out from the little munchkin baking inside. I was officially over the first trimester, being 14 weeks exactly. I had another ultrasound appointment a couple weeks ago and our baby was really starting to grow. Chris was there with me this time, and he was so overjoyed when he heard the heartbeat for the very first time. I cried watching the tear fall from his eyes as the doctor showed our little one just floating around in there. It's just so crazy that I'm not even really showing like that unless you really lifted my shirt. That might be a good thing, though. The bounce back would be legit.

Chris was in the shower, just getting back from rehearsal all sweaty and shit. His tour was in one week, and I wasn't mentally or physically prepared for him to be away from me for so long. I was still contemplating on finding a place to go while he was gone. In fact, I had already found a place and had it on hold. I just hadn't told him yet. But I figured now would be a good time seeing as though he would be leaving soon. I took a deep breath, rolling over to my side as I heard the water stop running.

I messed around with my belly button, fiddling with the belly ring I still had in it. I couldn't wait for the maternity one I ordered to come in the mail. This one was starting to itch, and I really didn't want my piercing to close cause I took it out too early. But I was this...close to just taking this bitch out.

When I looked up, Chris was walking out with nothing but a towel sitting low around his waist. Like, damn daddy. He knew exactly what he was doing and the way my hormones been set up lately, I was ready to ride the bull any day, any time. He must of caught wind to what I was thinking, cause he walked past me, laughing. I cut my eyes at him, watching him walk over to his dresser.

"Somebody on attack mode," He said, still laughing as he shuffled through his clothes. I smacked my lips, rolling back over to my back and putting a pillow between my legs.

"It's your fault," I said in a whine, crossing my arms across my chest.

Chris walked over, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. He frowned when he seen the pillow between my legs, so he snatched it and threw it on the floor, only to come crawling between my legs. His towel came undone as he leaned over me, looking me up and down before kissing me on my lips. He started to kiss on my neck, making me unfold my arms and rub all over his chest.

I could feel his dick rubbing against me, so I reached down and grabbed him, hearing him groan as I rubbed him against me more. I know he could feel how wet I was, I just was waiting for him to rip my panties off and take control. Just as I thought, Chris sat up and looked at me with the sexiest face ever as he reached under me and pulled my panties down. He licked his lips as he admired how ready I was for him. Once he got them all the way off, he threw them to the floor and leaned back over me, not hesitating to slip inside of me.

"oooh my gosh.." I moaned, closing my eyes as I gripped his shoulders. He just shook his head at me.

"Damn, Cree. My baby gone come out mugging me if we keep this up, baby.." He said in a breathy tone as he slowly moved in and out of me.