Love's Not A Competion

Kicking Off

The next day I was reclined, not quite lying but not quite sitting up, on my back on the sofa at home with my legs on Ricky's lap. He was watching something sporty and I was drifting in and out of sleep. Every time he shouted at the tv or made a noise of anger or surprise at it I'd get a fright and jolt awake. The babies would hit me in the ribs every time they got a fright too.

"Will you shut up!" I snapped.

"But it's exciting!" he protested.

"I don't care! Every time you shout I get a fright and then the babies hit me. It really hurts." I grumbled.

I got up, with a lot of difficulty, and stomped out of the room. I wasn't in the mood for this. I needed rest and peace.

"Don't be like that!" Ricky sighed as he followed me.

"Like what Rick? I'm tired. I need to rest and I can't get any peace if you're shouting at the tv every few bloody minuets!" I snapped.

"It's just a game." he grumbled.

"Exactly! And no matter how much you shout at the tv you can't change the score!" I shouted.

"That's a bit of an over reaction!" he said rolling his eyes.

"Of course it's an over reaction! I'm tired and hormonal! Everything's an over reaction!" I shouted.

I stormed off upstairs like a teenager and slammed the bedroom door. I lay on the bed crying for a while. I'm not quite sure why I was crying but I do that sometimes when I'm tired.

About half an hour later I was starting to doze off when I heard Ricky turn the tv off and head upstairs. The door creaked open.

"Hey." he whispered.

"Hey." I replied.

"Sorry I was noisy." he said.

I patted his side of the bed, indicating him to join. He lay on the bed facing me so we could look at each other.

"Sorry I'm grumpy. I'm just tired." I sighed.

"It's ok. I should have let you have some peace. You looked relaxed when you were drifting off though." he smiled.

"It wasn't for very long though." I grumbled.

"Sorry." he said. "I hope the litter aren't still kicking you."

"No, they've having a rest too. They move around a bit when they're tired but they're much less wriggly." I smiled.

"I kind of want to wake them up." he smiled mischievously.

"No, don't." I protested. "It's not your insides they hit when they have a party. I wonder if they could break a rib from the inside."

"Ew, I hope not!" he winced. "I want to feel them though."

"Just wait, Mr Excitable." I sighed.

We lay together on the bed for most of the afternoon. He was pressed up against me with his hands all over the bump. We talked for a while, gazing whist fully into each other's eyes like teenagers.

Then we kissed, softly and innocently at first. Just sweet little soft kisses on the lips. Slowly they got longer, firmer, hungrier. It had been a while since we'd been passionate and intimate together. Things had literally got in the way of it. I was debating with myself whether I should make the move to take it further or let him as his hands reached down to my bottom and gave it a squeeze.

"Still peachy." he smiled, obviously remembering my various rants about everything getting bigger on me.

"So's yours!" I giggled a little.