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Another week passed, leaving only one week until the wedding. You were getting excited... And nervous, hoping that everything would go well. You trusted Pepper to make your wedding everything you wanted; which actually wasn't too strict of an idea. Once you had given her your basic vision, you were fine with whatever she might do with that. You weren't really worried about all the tiny details anyway. She had shown you her progress as she went and you were really loving what she was doing. Though, there was always that fear that something would go wrong.
You also seemed to have made it past all the morning sickness, thank God. You woke up that Saturday morning after a very intimate night of lovemaking... Early night, of course. Chris insisted you get plenty of sleep. He worshiped you and your body anytime you had sex, even before knowing about the pregnancy. But he was extremely tender and attentive now; as you were the vessel of the life that represented the love between you both. Though, that didn't stop him from giving you a good fucking when you needed it.
You were wrapped snugly in his arms when you woke, his fuzzy chin resting against your forehead. You titled your head slightly and kissed his neck softly, then nuzzled it with your nose.
He hummed and kissed your forehead, his voice gravelly, "Mmm, morning, baby girl." He held you a little tighter in his strong arms. His hand traveled downward and gave your ass a squeeze. "You need my services again, love?", he joked, referring to your gentle kiss on his neck. "I'm more than happy to do that as many times as you need."
Your sex drive had gradually increased and everything was more intense and sensitive for you now... And he had absolutely no complaints.
You chuckled, "I'll give you a break, big guy. You work too hard for me."
"Most satisfying work I've ever done.", he kissed your forehead again.
You smiled, "Thank you very much. You want breakfast?" You started to roll out of his arms and he loosened his grip on you.
As you got out of bed, so did he, pulling on his boxer briefs and track pants, "I'll go grab something, sweetheart. Whadda ya want?"
You pulled on your underwear and your long, snug, coral colored tank dress, pulling it down over your rounded belly while wiggling back and forth, "Oooh. I would love an egg and sausage croissant sandwich."
You paused in thought as he rounded the bed and came to you, took you in his arms and kissed your lips, "You got it, beautiful." He grinned at you.
"We should go to the gym today... Or for a run. I haven't worked out in 5 days."
"Ah, no. We can go for a walk. I dunno if I'm comfortable with you running or working out anymore until the baby's born."
Your brows furrowed, "What? Why?"
"I don't want you hurting anything, baby. And wouldn't running as your belly grows bigger be too bouncy?"
You hadn't thought it possible, but he had slowly grown more and more protective of you over the course of your pregnancy. He didn't even like you going up or down the stairs without him, let alone carrying a basket of laundry while you did. He scolded you anytime you didn't come ask for his help with such things. You did your best to assure him that you were fine.
"Chris... Plenty of women work out AND run right up until they give birth. Plus, I've done well keeping my ab muscles tight, there wouldn't be too much bouncing. I do need a support belt soon though."
He furrowed his brows at you. He didn't look convinced.
"Okay, I have my next appointment in two days. I'll do walking only until then and you can ask the OB about me running and exercising yourself then. Deal?", you asked.
He nodded, "Okay. Sounds good." He crouched down and put his hands on either side of your belly to talk to the baby as was the morning ritual. "Morning, little man. You have a great day with Mama. Daddy loves you." He nuzzled your belly and the baby moved, making you chuckle. Then immediately after that, it kicked, jolting you so slightly and getting Chris in the hand.
His eyes got wide as he looked at your belly, up to you and then back, his face beaming. "Oh my God. I felt him." He laughed softly, grinning up at you once more. You smiled back as he placed his cheek on your stomach and spoke again while you rested your hand lightly at the back of his head, "I feel you in there."
The baby kicked once more, getting him in the hand again and Chris pulled back, just to see the tiniest little lump glide across underneath the fabric of your dress.
His eyebrows popped up, "Holy... Wow. That's so amazing.", he chuckled softly, starting to tear up slightly.
"He knows your voice, honey.", you rubbed his upper back gently as you teared up yourself.
He choked back a sob at your words, his eyes flitting to yours and then back to your bump, "This is so awesome.", he blinked quickly, not wanting to miss anything.
He stayed there and waited a few more moments. When it appeared that the show was over, he nuzzled your belly once more and spoke softly, "I love you, baby boy." He kissed your stomach and stood, wiping at his eyes. "And I love you, little mama..." You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist while he wrapped his arms around your ribs, over your arms and nuzzled the side of your head, close to your ear, "...so much. I can't believe how happy I am with our little family. You're so amazing, sweetheart."
He kissed your head and then just held you firmly against himself for a long moment, closing his eyes and getting lost in his happiness and his thoughts, 'I can't believe that less than a year ago I was dying just to be near her and now she's carrying my baby; our son. She's going to be my wife in a week. I'm so lucky. This is unreal. If this is a dream, I don't ever wanna wake up.'
Then the baby kicked him in the crotch, feeling like the tiniest tap to Chris. "Okay, that was a bizarre experience.", he chortled. "And he's already fighting dirty." You laughed and he pulled back just enough to point at your belly, "Listen here, mister. Don't get jealous. She was mine first." He then gave the baby a loving little rub and took you in his arms again as you chuckled.
When he got back with breakfast, you were out back tending to your vegetable plants that Chris had bought you; it was too late in the summer to plant seeds. You were snipping off the newly sprouted branches on the plants so they wouldn't steal sun and water from the established ones.
When he reached the kitchen, he spotted you through the sunroom windows and watched you for a moment. He was so pleased that you were finding joy in his gift to you. He wanted to give you the world and would continue to do so to the best of his ability. 'God, she's so beautiful. How did I get so lucky to be so happy?' Your voice echoed in his head, 'You didn't.... you worked fucking hard to get me.' He smiled to himself.
Two days later, you and Chris went to your appointment to make sure everything was still going well. You passed with flying colors. Once the doctor asked if you had any questions. You spoke up, "Yes. He has a question." You tilted your head towards Chris.
He scooted forward in his seat and sat up, "Okay, so. Can she still go running and work out?"
The doctor smiled, "Yes, of course. She may need a support belt, but the pregnancy is going perfectly, she's in good shape and as long as that's how it continues, she can exercise up until she delivers. It won't harm her or the baby at all. In fact, I encourage it."
You smiled slightly at him and he spoke to her again, his voice turning slightly shrill as his question came out, "But... Won't it just... Fall out?!" He shoved his hands out and forward, his forehead wrinkled up in concern.
You and the doctor chuckled. She smiled softly at him, "No. I can't fall out. Not until she's already crowned... During delivery. It's all pretty tight up in there."
He quirked an eyebrow, grinning and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "It sure is." He immediately pressed his lips together. "Shit, sorry. That was inappropriate."
The doctor howled with laughter, "Don't be sorry. It's important to have a healthy sex life during pregnancy. It strengthens the bond between all of you."
You and Chris chuckled as he smiled and said, "Okay."
She continued, "If you have any questions about that too, just let me know." She smiled once more, "Okay, you kids are set. We'll see you in a few weeks for your next check up."
You returned her expression, "Thank you."
You headed out to the car in the dim parking garage, hand in hand. He opened your door and you leaned in to move your seat forward.
"What are you doing?", he asked, confused.
You straightened, turned, bit your lip and your mouth crashed into his, you gripping the front of his shirt with both your hands. You kissed him hungrily, "I wanna bond with you... Now."
He hunched over you, grabbing your ass as he kissed you back, just as urgently, "Don't have to tell me twice. Get in, baby."
You climbed in the back seat, him following behind you and shutting the door. Once he sat back, you straddled him, pulling up your dress just enough and settling on his lap. He grabbed your face in his hands, kissing you fervently as you moaned, undoing his jeans quickly, his hardness already straining underneath.
He reached down to rub you through your panties and groaned, "Jesus, baby, you're already soaked."
You gasped and bit his neck and he gasped as you spoke softly, panting, "I've been thinking about it since we left the exam room."
"God, I love your enthusiasm." He pulled your panties aside, biting his lip and watching your face as he slid a finger into you easily. He started moving it in and out quickly.
Your head fell against his shoulder and you let out a whimper into his neck. "Oh. My God."
He removed his finger and pulled himself out of his pants and rubbed the head of his cock against your slick entrance, his voice low, "Fuck me good, baby girl."
You wasted no time lowering all that way down on him and rolling your hips up and down, your pace fast and hard, already mewling into his neck, gripping it tightly.
He grunted and nearly shouted, "Shit!" He gripped your hips tightly, bucking his own against you, "Yes, so God damn wet and tight." He squeezed his eyes shut, his own gasps and moans escaping his lips into your hair.
You kissed him hard, moaning against his mouth, "You're so big, baby. You feel so fucking good."
He growled at your words and took over, thrusting up into you relentlessly, "Ah, God, I'm already there. Come for me, honey. I can't-" His statement was interrupted by his own moans as he started rubbing your clit with his thumb.
You squeaked loudly and he urged you on, panting, "Do it, sweetheart, come all over me. Do it. Do it."
You gripped his neck tighter, your passage swelling rapidly. You cried out, throwing your head back as you came hard, "Ahhh! Chris!"
He gripped your hips again, thrusting as fast as he could and he was right behind you. He shouted, his face twisted, "Fuuuuuuuuck!!!"
You fell against him in a heap as you came down, your face in his neck, panting vocally.
"Oh, shit.", his own breath was labored. "We have an audience."
You looked to where his head was turned and a few empty parking spaces away was another expecting couple staring, standing at the back of their car.
Chris gave a sharp nod to them and the guy hurried his lady into the car.
"Oh my God.", your face fell against his neck again. "How embarrassing."
He kissed your head, "Ah, who gives a shit. Let's get out of here, before they report us."