Five Months later.
I stand with my hands on my hips as I look around baby Stanton’s nursery. I’m feeling very proud of myself. We are at Willowvale and I am just putting the last of the new furnishings in. The renovations are complete and there is now a doorway between the four adjoining bedrooms so that we can be closer to the incoming crowd.
The nursery is cream with white furnishings, cream carpet and touches of mint, finished off with taupe and mint drapes. A pair of large, cream, wing back chairs and ottomans, all in the same fabric as the drapes, sit in the corner next to the window. The room is big and spacious. Adrian and I designed it and, of course, and it looks better than anything I have ever seen in a magazine. This nursery is to die for. I’m not even going to tell you how much I have spent on this house. Baby brain is making me lose all budget sense. Either that or I am getting accustomed to having nice things. Either way, I’m totally spoilt.
The bathrooms have all been remodelled and a large entertaining pool has been put in. We will be moving back here as soon as the baby is born in approximately four weeks, so we wanted all the work done before we came here permanently. We have been coming here on Thursdays and staying most weekends throughout my pregnancy. It feels like my home now and I hate leaving on Monday mornings. I can’t believe it. In four weeks I’m going to have a baby, and I don’t even know what to do.
The dog barks and I look out the window to see my man come up from the stables from his morning ride. I smile to myself. Those jodhpurs will be the very death of me. I have truly been adored by Joshua throughout this pregnancy. Actually, no. I have been worshiped throughout this pregnancy. Joshua cannot get enough of me and we are so physically in tune with each other, it’s frightening. I’m heavily pregnant – huge – and at a time when I imagined feeling fat and frumpy, Joshua is making me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. How did I ever get so lucky to have a man like him love me with everything that he is?
He walks to the door and peers in. He’s wet, covered in perspiration in his riding gear, and he looks edible.
“Hello, my beautiful Presh.”
I smile. “Do you like it?” I hold my hand out at the bedspread I have just put in the cot.
He smiles warmly. “I do.”
“How was your ride?”
He takes me in his arms and kisses me tenderly. “My first ride was ok.”
“Just ok?” I whisper as his lips drop to my neck.
“My second ride will be much better.” His hands roam lovingly across my stomach.
“Are you insinuating I’m a horse?” I ask in mock horror.
“No, I’m insinuating I need you naked in my bed.”
“You’re a sex maniac. You do know that, right?”
He smiles and bends to kiss my stomach. “How could I not be when you look like this?”
He smiles up at me as he kisses me while on his knees, and I rub my hand over the back of his head.
“How do I look?”
“You’re curvy and round and constantly fucking wet for me. I could come just by looking at you at the moment. Never have I been so visually aroused in my life as I am now.”
His lips take my nipple in his mouth through my flannelette pyjamas.
“I’m only going to be pregnant for four more weeks, Joshua.” I smile as my eyes close in pleasure.
“I might keep you permanently pregnant.”
I giggle and he stands to lead me into our bedroom where he lays me down on the bed and props me up on pillows before he takes my pyjamas off me. He spreads my legs open.
He takes my hand and kisses it and then puts my two fingers in his mouth and sucks on them as he takes my hand and puts it between my legs. “Warm yourself up for me while I shower.”
His eyes darken as he pushes my two fingers into my body and back out slowly. My eyes close. God, he’s so fucking hot.
“Deeper,” he whispers. “I want to see it faster.”
I start to pick up the pace and I feel myself moisten as I slide in easily.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” He groans.
My eyes drop to the large erection I can see through those jodhpurs and he rearranges himself.
“Shower,” I murmur.
He frowns as his eyes stay fixed on my disappearing fingers.
“Does that feel good?” he whispers.
“Not as good as your cock’s going to feel. Hurry up.”