Anna.
“Open the door.”
“No.”
“Anna, for God’s sake, stop acting like a child.”
“Yes! Now, even more reason to open it!” I curl up on the bed and hope he stops knocking.
“Love, come on, spending time with me will lift your spirits,” he says, teasing me a bit.
With the pregnancy, my moods are all over the place, shifting from total happiness to complete despair. Right now, I feel like burying my head in a hole.
“Henry, you know I’ll get over it. Can you please leave me alone?” I pleaded. He stayed silent for a few seconds… until he started knocking on the door again. Stubborn idiot.
I angrily got up and let him in. “Damn idiot.”
“What a mouth you have,” he said, placing his hand on my neck and kissing me.
Whether I like to admit it or not, he has incredible patience with me, respects me, and we no longer fight. That’s a significant improvement for us. We live harmoniously; Jeremy never misses kindergarten, and Henry has resumed his work as a photographer, for now, limiting himself to shooting weddings and birthdays. I know that doesn’t make him happy, and he prefers his old job, but in this city, it’s impossible for him to work photographing models… which, selfish as it may sound, makes me feel less insecure.
Which, in this city, is impossible.
Now, the conflict here is that I don’t want to be alone. He has to leave, and Jeremy isn’t around either. That will make me think, remember that my brother doesn’t want to see me, that I have no one else to trust except my boyfriend and my son, that not even my mother wants to see me… I have mixed feelings about that.
I discussed it in therapy, and because of that, the psychologist made me aware that many of my issues were caused by my family, that yelling and throwing tantrums are a defense mechanism I learned to use with my mother many times in recent years.
Henry glanced at my large almost six-month belly, about to burst at any moment. “Look at this beautiful belly.”
He bends down and caresses my stomach, the sea of mood was slowly detaching from my body.
“What will you be? Boy or girl?” Henry speaks to the stomach.
“We’ll know tomorrow,” I replied, laughing.
“I know, and you know I’ll be by your side at all times, Ann… But you understand that I have to go to that agency for work. I do it for us.”
I knew he kept emphasizing that. He always sought to make me feel better by reminding me a thousand times that he wouldn’t leave me, and even though I loved hearing it, I needed to hear it a thousand times more, and truly, that he would never let go of my side.
I know pregnancy made me more vulnerable and fearful, my insecurities multiplied by a hundred, and I know that drives Henry crazy.
The last time he left, he came back after ten minutes, saw me almost crying when he crossed the threshold, and couldn’t bear it. He returned, hugged me, and didn’t say a word.
He loves me. I know he loves me. I know he loves Jeremy and this baby; he shows me every day, and that’s why he’s going out today, for us. But my head can’t grasp the idea that I have to accept this fact.
I want to be strong.
I must be strong.
“I know, I’m sorry. You know I can’t control it… The hormones,” I replied, trying not to cry. I kissed him and hugged him. I hate how much I need him all the time. “You have to go. You’ll be late.”
“You’re perfect,” he whispers over my lips, gently caressing my cheeks. When his breath quickens, something awakens inside me. Not again… “So perfect that I feel like laying you down gently and showing you the level to which you have me.”
“I can already sense it,” I replied a bit hesitantly, brushing my index finger against his growing erection concealed in his pants.
With this pregnancy, I’m horny all the time. There isn’t a day I don’t wish to be on top of Henry, and with my medium-sized belly, that position isn’t as complicated for us. I don’t have half the stomach I had with Jeremy; with him, it seemed like I was going to have triplets.
“You’re being cruel,” he groaned under his breath, cupping my buttocks with his hands.
“You started it,” I argued as I brought my mouth close to his neck. I took a soft deep breath and exhaled; my voice became a bit husky as I said, “Besides, you don’t seem to be complaining.”
When I kissed his neck in the end, it was his defeat. He took me by the thighs and lifted me until my back rested against the nearest wall in the hallway.
“You’re being very naughty, Miss Williams. Are you aware of what you did to me? You’ll have to take care of that,” he says half jokingly and half seriously.
“I’m very sorry, Sir. I’ll take care of that with great pleasure.”
Well, he didn’t expect that response at all. When I saw his eyes gleaming with excitement, I knew there wouldn’t be much foreplay, and I loved that idea. Henry took possession of my mouth, adjusting one of his hands at my nape and the other removing my blouse.
Blouse and bra, gone.
Henry squeezed one of my breasts with his hand while simultaneously nibbling, sucking, and kissing my neck. The scorching heat settling between my legs was becoming unbearable.
“Why do I feel like you’re doing this to make me stay?” I asked.
“There’s a bit of that, but it doesn’t take away the fact that I’m dying to do this,” he replied.
I unbuttoned Henry’s jeans as best as I could, and he let me down for a minute to finish taking them off, also removing my jeans along with my panties.
He took me again, pushing me roughly against the wall, and in the same second that I wrapped my legs around his waist, Henry penetrated me. God, it always felt the same way, never ceasing to feel incredible. I could never get tired of this.
He was rough and fierce the whole time, touching every part of my body without pause. My screams of pleasure matched Henry’s thrusts.
They were strong and precise, perfect in every way. I knew we wouldn’t last long; this was too good. When he gripped my hip and increased his speed, it was the end for me.
Ecstasy ran through my entire body in five seconds. Henry, a bit later, let out a guttural groan and completely filled me with him.
“There will never come a day when I get tired of this with you,” he said, almost breathless against my neck.