Chapter 4 – Melissa
Shit.
I’m going to piss myself if I can’t figure out how to get out of Greg’s arms soon. He sleeps like this every night, with my body pulled tight to his and my back against his chest. His arm is around my belly, and his palm is holding firm against the girls. Even in his sleep, he’s protecting us. I would smile and think about how it’s the sweetest, most loving gesture ever if his heavy-ass arm wasn’t pressing against my body in a way that has my bladder, which is already fighting for prime real estate, threatening to burst.
Yeah, this would all be the best in the world—if I weren’t about to wet the bed.
Maybe I need some Depends? God, soon I’m going to be walking around in adult diapers with the way the girls are growing. I’m not sure there’s much more room left for them to grow! Greg loves my pregnant belly, and I bet if he had his way, he would keep me pregnant year round. As much as I love being pregnant, I’m ready for this to be over.
Unfortunately for me, there isn’t an end in sight for at least another two months. Even with as uncomfortable as I am, and as much as I wish I knew what my damn pussy looked like, I’m happy to bake my little princesses for as long as I can.
“Greg, wake up, baby. I need to pee.”
He doesn’t move. His arm doesn’t let up.
“Greg, please. I need to go.”
Squeezing my legs together, praying that I can hold it, I try and wiggle free with no luck. His arms pull me closer and my already screaming bladder starts blaring the warning alarm.
“Oh, God.” I try moving his arm again, but he grumbles something about tugboats and yachts before pulling me even closer. “Shit.”
This isn’t going to be pretty if I can’t get up in the next minute. I try to wake him up gently a few times with no luck. Finally, left with no other option, I pull my arm up before bringing my elbow down, driving it back into his gut. He jumps up with a shout, his feet tangling with the sheets before he falls flat on his ass over the side of the bed. I don’t even have time to enjoy the hilarity of the situation before I’m over the edge and wobbling to the bathroom in a sprint that I’m sure makes me look like a penguin running a marathon.
I close my eyes and moan with the pleasure of an empty bladder. I lean back against the toilet and rub my belly while I finish my business. When I finally finish and open my eyes, I see that I’ve gained an audience.
“You couldn’t try a simple wake-up, babe?”
I cock my brow, ignoring him while I finish up in the bathroom. He just stands there, no shame in his mouthwatering nakedness, rubbing his stomach while his eyes take in every inch of my body.
“God, you look good enough to eat.”
I laugh, washing my hands before turning around and closing the distance between us. “You’re impossible. The next time I spend ten minutes attempting to wake your ass up while you try to hold my body captive, I’m just going to piss all over you.” I smile sweetly at him, laughing when his eyes widen.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, wife.” He smiles down at me, pulling me closer before lowering his mouth to mine. Our kiss is slow and teasing. I can feel his length hardening against my belly, my hands wrapping around his body before gripping his firm ass in my hands and squeezing him closer. He doesn’t waste a second before pulling me back to the bed and showing me how good slow and lazy lovemaking can be.
Twice.
By the time we finally fall asleep, the sun is starting to peek through the blinds, and I thank my stars that Dee and Beck took Cohen home with them last night.
I fall asleep with a smile on my face and my husband’s arms wrapped tightly around his girls again.
Only to wake up ten minutes later, fighting free of his hold before I wet the bed…again.
“What’s your plan for today?” I ask Greg when he walks into the kitchen later that morning. His worn jeans are hugging his ass perfectly, and his arms stretching the limits of the University of Georgia football tee he’s wearing. I’m half tempted to drag him back to bed.
“Figured I would run over to grab Cohen, but Beck just called and said they wanted to take him to the aquarium today and they would have him home before dinner. You’re stuck with me, woman.” He bends down and gives me a quick kiss before walking over to the coffee maker.
“Good. You have a full day of putting the girls’ cribs together then.” I beam up at him when he groans. We’ve been putting off the assembly of the girls’ cribs for a few weeks now. Greg took one look at all the “damn little pieces” and put it aside for another day.
“And I don’t suppose you plan on helping with this adventure?”
“Nope. I have a full day at the spa. Remember, Sway gave it to me for a baby shower gift? All the girls—well, and Sway—are coming. I’ll be gone all day, at least.”
“Spa?” He folds his thick arms across his chest, and my mouth waters from watching his shirt stretch tight against his arms.
“Uh…yeah.” I clear my throat, looking up into his knowing eyes. “Manicures, pedicures, a pregnancy massage… The normal spa type stuff.”
“Massage?” The edge to his voice clues me in to just where his mind has drifted.
“You don’t need to go all caveman on me, Greg. It’s perfectly fine for pregnant women to get massages. No one is going to touch me like you’re thinking.”
“If you want a massage then we can go back upstairs and I’ll give you one.”
“I love you, but I’m going, and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of Lars rubbing my stiff muscles.” I shouldn’t joke, but he really makes it too easy.
“Fucking Lars.” He takes two powerful steps towards me before gently pulling me up from my chair. “Fucking Lars better not touch any part of your body. Lars better go ahead and go to another state while you’re inside that spa. No way in hell do I want Lars anywhere near your body. This is my body, Melissa. If anyone is going to rub your stiff muscles, it will be me.” His deep voice grinds out the words, causing my panties to flood with my wetness and my pussy to clench. I shouldn’t provoke him, but hell, this is so hot.