Sugar Coated

8. There Are No Words To Be Spoken.

8. There Are No Words To Be Spoken.

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It's safe to say I'm officially six months pregnant, right to this day. It's been a very long six months and thankfully my child has managed to put up with me.

My nightmares, when I would have them, only became more violent and seemed more lifelike. If Chris was sleeping with his arms around my stomach, I'd have nightmares about Anthony strangling me. It was nightmares like these that made me dread sleep. I always tried to stay awake as long as I could but Chris would make me sleep.

On the bright side of things, Chris and I have been in a happy committed relationship. Since we've been in a relationship, my nightmares haven't been coming around as often.

"Mrs. Brown, where are you?" I heard Chris say as the front door closed.

"There is no Mrs. Brown, but I'm right here." I said walking right into his open arms. I loved when he comes home because I feel like I haven't seen him in years, so that little rush of excitement always puts me in such a good mood.

"Not yet but you're gonna have that last name soon." He said kissing my forehead and letting me go, heading off to his office. "So what did you all day?" His voice echoing from his office.

"I talked to my Mother today." I said walking to his office. His back was turned so I hopped up onto his desk and made myself comfortable.

"Really? How did that go?" He turned around and smirked. "You comfortable?" He walked up between my legs and placed his hands on either of my thighs.

"Very comfortable." I reached for his black silk tie and began to unravel it. "I told her about the big news." I set his tie down neatly on his desk.

"How'd she take it?" He rose a brow. I began to work on unbuttoning his dull burgundy shirt. "Thank you for undressing me."

"You always look better without clothes on." I said reaching forward and giving him a quick kiss. "As far as my Mother, I told her and she hung up. She called back a few minutes later after having her moment and she said she was happy that I was finally starting a family but she was upset she hasn't met you." He slipped off his shirt and tossed it with his tie, so now he was just in a wife beater. His tattoos snaking up his arms and neck, then disappearing where the thin material covered his chest.

"Whenever she has time, I'd love to meet her. I'll take a day off of work and we can meet up." His eyes locked on mine. "You also look way better without clothes but you never go around without clothes." He chuckled.

"It's not my fault I don't like walking around with my stomach just out and about-"

"Hennessy, do you not hear yourself when you talk? You're pregnant, you can't help but have a stomach." He said teasingly.

"I do but- I don't know anymore." I had such a sudden craving for candy. "Do we have candy?"

"What kind of candy do you want?" I saw his pupils grow a little and the surrounding brown iris turn a few shades darker.

"What do we have?"

"We have whatever you want." He said against my neck, sending a chill down my spine.

"Do we have anything chocolatey?"

"Right here." He pressed his lips to my neck and sucked gently on the soft skin.

"Chris, you're too much." I said tangling my fingers in his curls. "You're letting your curls get long."

"Mhm, just to give you something to grab onto." He growled so seductively. "On the reals, want to go to the store to get candy?" I nodded my head and he stepped back, pulling me off the desk.