Turning The Page

Seventy Three

"Adrian? You alright?" I feel like that is the only thing people ask me lately... if I'm alright... And I mean... Technically... I am. 

I actually feel better than I have in days, like my body is finally forgiving me for having the audacity to leave home instead of staying in the castle Daddy has built and is still building for the two of us and nesting enough to fill a small village with all the blankeys and bonnets I've made... I know that it's more likely that the two of us will have boys, but boys can still wear bonnets... And there isn't really any promise that we won't have a girl the first go-round... Or that we won't adopt one somewhere along the line... And if we do, she'll have plenty of soft blankets, bonnets, and comfort items to chose from... All of our kids are going to be cozy and warm and loved regardless of gender or how they ended up in our lives... 

My body hasn't betrayed me nearly as much this morning as it had every other morning this week... Silas and I were actually able to get up and out of the room at a decent enough time even after taking care of each other to actually come downstairs and eat breakfast with the others... Part of me thinks that my body is only this calm because we didn't exactly go to sleep after our first round of reverse cowgirl last night... But part of me also hopes that maybe my body is registering that it doesn't need to boil me alive in order for Daddy to breed a baby into me... That we've likely already been successful in doing so even if we haven't been able to sneak away to take care of each and every craving...

It's with these happy thoughts that I'm able to smile over the rim of my coffee cup after snagging a soothing sip of the somewhat fresh brew only to frown at the watery flavor that hits my tastebuds and say, "I'm fine, Aurie... Or I would be if someone hadn't thought they could slip me decaf instead of regular. Silas, Daddy, Sweetheart, what is this? Because I swear to the Gods it is not passable as coffee."

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Silas

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It's hard not to laugh at the face my Angel makes when he goes in for a second swig of his cup to test his theory only to have it confirmed that what is currently swishing around in his cup is decaf indeed... I had actually taken the time to mix in some of the regular coffee to help with the taste... But I had been reading last night when the two of us stopped humping like bunnies long enough for us to think about ordering room service about what I should know as a soon to be, if not already, expecting father, and what I can do to be a better partner while we try to conceive because I want to be involved, helpful, and supportive... I don't want Addy to ever feel like he's in the same situation that Mom was in... And it had stood out to me in more than one article that it's mentioned that a lack of caffeine can cause some expecting Mommies to get a little crankier outside of their normal pregnancy hormones... And when I had googled why they would have a sudden lack of caffeine, no the baby does not suck it all up like a sponge, I had been surprised to find out that coffee, along with lunch meat and canned tuna, is on the list of things to eat as sparingly as possible... 

And while deli slices and tins of tuna might not be an issue for my Lovebug... Coffee definitely might be a real problem... 

I know that he doesn't really drink as much coffee as it seems like he does... That the two cups he nurses in the morning is really not that extreme... But then... It's not really just two cups... My sweet Bean buys chocolate covered expresso beans by the pound when we can find them at the store, and there is almost always a carton or container of some kind of chilled coffee-esque beverage in the fridge, more often than not multiple cartons of said liquids... The love of my life runs exclusively off of caffeine and written words and I have no idea how to start weaning him off of the first thing... The second thing never having been nor will ever be an issue because it hurts no one and makes him happy... And he needs something that'll get him through what we are both hoping will be his upcoming pregnancy, "I- Baby..."

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Adrian

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The others are trying so hard not to laugh at the pair of us, Silas obviously flustered that I noticed him trying to pull a fast one on me, "If you would rather I nap through the meetings just say so, Daddy. But you should know already a single cup of coffee isn't going to keep me up." 

There have even been days where I've had coffee and an energy drink afterward and still was able to lay down and take a nap... And spending the nights like we have, all wrapped around each other trying to make love as intensely as possible to make up for all of the missed moments that should have been spent touching and exploring each other's bodies during our first shared heat together... It's a wonder either one of us can even keep our eyes open. 

"Addy-", There is a pink tinge to my mate's cheeks, a color that I always love when it rises to the surface of his sun-kissed skin, a color that I think I'm falling even more in love with with the way it seems to back the precious words he utters to me, "Princess, caffeine is bad for you and the baby..."

I know that both of us are hoping that this heat is the one that brings our first child into the world, even if it is during a stressful conference that doesn't seem to actually need anything from us other than our discomfort over being here... But I hadn't known that in Daddy's mind his hand isn't just stoking my belly... His hand feels extra tender today because he's bonding with our baby by offering comforting touches and extra warmth right over where he knows the baby will feel it...