A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Ten: Bathtime!

February 26th, 1994

Michael's POV

The phone call I had gotten off just now felt like it was three hours, three hours of agony. Listening to Janet drone on about things such as: the baby shower. And the occasional butt in by my mother wasn't always welcomed. My feet hurt so badly, they were swollen from the pregnancy and standing for an ungodly amount of time because the phone cord didn't reach the island, so I couldn't sit to relive the pain.

Janet and I decided that the shower would eventually take place in the next month or so, depending on what Prince would say. And the whole entire family would be attending (if they wanted to, some weren't so keen on the idea of a man carrying a child) Latoya would probably would stray away from the event.

I peeled off my shirt, throwing it to the floor. The hot bath that was running in the room would sure relax my strained muscles. I kicked aside my penny loafers, waddling over on the cold linoleum tiles to the large bathtub.

The warm water was filled to the top with pink fluffy bubbles. I dipped into the tub, those bubbles floating over my sore body. My hands strayed to my tumid belly, caressing it.

"Hello little one, how are you? You know, you haven't been very kind to daddy's feet. They hurt a lot today." I cooed at the little baby, I tucked a stray hair behind my ear, downy bubbles covering my raven colored hair.

I traced petite circles on the underside of my belly, "I can't wait to see you. My little baby boy." I hummed; I felt butterflies stumble around in my stomach. The hell?

It happened again, those little butterflies fluttering around in there, "what are you doing in there? You're not kicking are you?" My mind snapped back to a day in the doctor's office.

Around sixteen to twenty-five weeks the baby'll start kicking and hiccuping, they like to exercise their lungs, hense the cause of the hiccups. And a kick'll feel like a kick and the hiccups kind of feel like a butterfly is flying around in your tummy, Dr. Lenawdowski smiled.

"Oh-oh my god." I fumbled over my words, tears dripping into the water making a small drip drop noise.

The door to the bathroom creaked open, revealing a slightly confused Prince. He had a white towel hanging over his tight arm. I wiped away a drifting tear, curling up farther into the warm water.

"Can I join you?" He asked, setting the towel on the counter and removing his shoes.

"Y-Yeah." I stuttered, looking up at the rough ceiling, letting the natural light from the windows bath me. The sound of his clothes hitting the floor echoed throughout the empty bathroom, another little flutter of motion pulled my attention back to my my belly.

"You good? You seem out of it." He commented on my strange behavior, testing the water with his hand.

After deciding the water was up to code, he jumped right in, splashing me in the face with soapy water. I scooted closer, pushing the mountains of bubbles out of the way.

"He just hiccuped, he moved." I whispered, voice quivering with amazement and wonder. I settled in between his legs, Prince rested his chin on my head.

"What!?" He said, shocked, pulling my hair to the side and letting it fall into the murky water.

I took his hands, placing them on the top of my stomach, "wait, he'll move." Prince bit his lip in anticipation, rubbing my swollen belly.

It happened again, the little flitter of the baby; so magical. I turned to Prince, his eyes were teary-eyed and wide as dinner plates. The corners of his mouth turned upwards, shaking, "oh...my god. He-he's moving." His voice shook, cranking at certain intervals.

We both quietly weeping in our happy daze, our arms wrapped around each other.

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Prince ran his fingers gently through my knotted hair, lathering it with vanilla soap. I dipped my hair under the water, rubbing all of the bubbles out, coming back up with a large gasp of air.

Prince continued to mess with my hair further, his lips touched my neck briefly, sucking in it. He realized I liked it, he sucked harder and farther up my neck.

"Ah-ha!" I breathed harder, clutching onto the rim of the bathtub. His hand traveled down to my tummy, rubbing it, he knew me too well.

"Are-n't you getting s-soap in your mouth?" I turned around, attacking him roughly on the lips.

He maimed through the kiss, grasping onto my hips, "yes...but I don't mind, god you're so sexy."

We assaulted each other's lips, the water splashed in and out of the bath as our full on make-out got more and more heated.

"God-oh-I love your belly, it's so sexy." He moaned, leaving hickeys along my chest.

"I knew you would say that." I growled, scratching his back accidentally as he started to jack me off.

"H-how?" Prince panted, planting his hand on my thighs, moving it closer and closer to the inner part of it.

"I read it in some parenting books." I pulled his hair as I neared my point of euphoric pleasure. My hormones were of the charts, I was left hungry for sex so much, luckily I had a man that could keep up with me.

He nibbles on my earlobe, twisting my sensitive nipples, "god I just can't help it!" I came a moment later, coming down from my high. Prince gave me a loon of, this-will-definitely-be-happening-later.