Wicked Love 3 (Kyle Kuzma)

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Friday, August 20th, 2021

Ariana 💕

4 months and three weeks into pregnancy. In this case, just under five months. My belly is definitely making itself known and I'm glad it is. Yesterday, Dr. Smith told me that a belly that carries twins usually doesn't get so big. I asked her if she ever had a baby with a professional athlete and she said no. Therefore, there will be nothing small about these boys.

"I'm convinced their heads are going be as big as yours." I comment, watching Kyle massage my feet. I told him my legs were feeling a little numb so he's been massaging my feet for the last 10 minutes.

He gives me a look and I giggle. "My head is not that big. You just want something smart to say."

"I'm glad you noticed." I hug the pillow closer to me.

Sydney kidnapped my daughter 3 hours ago and took her out for a auntie/niece day. Meanwhile, I'm stuck at home with Kyle and the dogs.

"Can you still see your toes?" He smirks.

I reach over to hit him but he moves away, chuckling. I shake my head at him. This is literally what we do all day; throw playful insults at one another.

"Haha." I roll my eyes.

"You know I love you." He moves his hand up my thigh.

I slap his hand but he grabs mine instead. He runs his thumb over my nails.

"When's the last time you got them done?" He asked, looking up at me.

"Before I found out I was pregnant." I recount.

He blinks. "Three months without a manicure? You must be dying to get one."

"I am, thank you." I snatch my hand from him. I look at my fingers. "I'll take them off soon and do my own."

"I can do it for you." He said.

I eye him curiously. "Can you now?"

"For you, I can do anything." He said.

"Awww, thanks babe." I say.

He lays his head on my lap and I play in his hair. As I do so, I can't help but think that we're going to be a family of five in a few months. And with that comes so much more stuff.

"What are you thinking about?" Kyle asks.

"How do you know I'm thinking?" I ask.

He looks up at me with his head still on my lap. "You're pulling."

I widen my eyes as I now realize I'm pulling his hair instead of running my fingers through it smoothly.

"I'm so sorry Ky." I apologize.

He shakes his head. "That's the least of my worries. I want to make sure you're alright."

"I'm fine."

"You sure?" He says.

I nod. "Yeah. I'm okay."

He looks at me for a while, before going back to his comfortable position.

Why does he have all this hair anyway?

*****

"These boys are going to give me some serious heart burn." I roll my eyes, stirring the noodles in the sauce.

"What makes you say that?" Kyle asks.

"We both have a lot of hair, so they're definitely going to have a lot of hair." I exclaim.

"How bad was Violet?" He asked.

"She was alright for all that hair she got on her head." I say. "But these two are destined to make me hurt."

"I'm sorry mamas." He said, kissing the back of my head.

I was currently making spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner tonight, which explains my stirring of the sauce. Violet was in the living room watching The Secret Life of Pets. She got back about 4 hours ago...with two more stuffed animals to add to the growing collection in the closet.

When I finished with everything, Kyle was walking her into the kitchen. She trailed behind him a couple steps, her hair up in a messy bun.

"Mommy made spaghetti with garlic bread tonight." Kyle said. "You hungry?"

Violet nods at his question, holding her arms up to him. He picks her up and sits her on the counter. I hand her a noodle and she eats it, a trail of sauce on her chin in the end.

"How is it?" I ask.

She gives me a huge nod of approval, accompanied with a smile. I chuckle and pucker my lips, to which she kisses in response. Kyle then takes her off the counter and to the table to get her ready for dinner.

I make all of our plates, then go to join them at the table. Violet had a juice box and Kyle had wine. I had water. We all said grace, then dug in. My plate was a little bigger than normal because I'm eating for three instead of two. My plate has been like this for the past two months really.

"I feel like I'm going to gain so much weight due to this pregnancy." I frown, twirling the noodles around on my fork.

"If you're calling yourself fat, I'm here to tell you that you're far from it." Kyle reassures.

"But losing weight will be harder this time around." I say.

"It won't if you have the best trainer ever." He said.

"Which is who?" I ask.

"Me. Duh." He exclaims.

I roll my eyes as he chuckles.

"I'm just fucking with you." He said. "My trainer Marco is really good. He'll have you looking like your normal self in no time. It won't even look like you had three kids."

"I really lost my abs, just to regain them...only to lose them again." I shake my head. "Do you just not want to see me flourish physically?"

"Woman, you are as beautiful as they come. I don't wanna hear that shit." He said, rolling his eyes at me.

"I don't feel like it." I mumble.

He just blinks at me. I continue spinning the fork in my food, not sure if I want to eat anymore. But if I don't eat, my babies will be hungry. I don't want my babies to be hungry.

"You are beautiful Ari, I mean that." Kyle says. "You might not feel like it, but you definitely are. And pregnancy has you looking more edible if anything. So if you keep looking this good, I might just fuck around and do something we both don't want."

I blush at his comment, holding my tongue. He knows how horny pregnancy has got me.

"Kyle, don't talk like that. You know how horny it makes me." I whine.

"I know, that's why I did it." He winks. "Eat your food."

I purse my lips, but do as I'm told. I see it as I do what I'm told, I get rewarded.

Let's see how that works out.