I shuffled through the documents some more and Benlyam turned his attention towards me. I ignored it and grabbed the Michigan, Upper Peninsula, territorial document.
“Do you need this one?” I asked as I showed him it with my other hand.
“No,” but he took it from me anyway and laid it on the desk. I hummed and continued to shuffle. “Violet?” he called out and I looked at his curious, soft gaze.
“Lyam?” he smirked at me.
“Can I see your arm?” He sounded slightly amused. He’s been doing this for the past four months.
“No,” I simply spoke back to him and he chuckled.
“Flower, I’ve already seen it, I don’t care.”
“That’s nice,” I mused but I looked down because I couldn’t hold his stare.
“It should be completely gone in a month. You’re beautiful,” he added. I waited for him to finish but it seemed he already was.
… Where was my nickname?…
I looked up at him with a glare. I raised my eyebrow at him. His smile grew.
“Yes?” I know he heard me! “Something wrong?”
I tilted my head to the side, still waiting. He leaned in to kiss me but I turned my head. He chuckled, “Something wrong, honey?” he whispered and I turned back to him to kiss him.
It was short and I was still angry at him. He smiled.
“Ah, my pregnant, hormonal Flower,” he kissed my cheek, “I love you,” he gave another kiss as he turned back to the Michigan file.
“Love you too.”
We scheduled a few more meetings and made some calls before Benlyam decided it was time for a break, so we had lunch, and then went into the baby room. I sat in the rocking chair and Benlyam sat across from me in the other. They both overlooked the window.
“Did you do your stretches today?” I nodded and he hummed. “Are you thinking about adding pictures in here?”
“It’s a nice idea, but what if something happens to them? Like what if they fall and- and they get hurt?”
He nodded as he hummed, “okay, we’ll keep frames out of the room for now. I love that photo of you downstairs,” he winked at me and I tilted my head as a blush started to form. “One of you and Hannah from like, two months ago.”
“Oh,” I nodded, “thank you.” He hummed as we took in the scenery, rocking softly. “We haven’t talked about baby names yet,” I added.
He looked at me with a smile. “What are you thinking about our boy? Oliver? Grayson? Those were my thoughts.”
I nodded, “I’m not a fan of Oliver. I was thinking, Layton?” He smiled and thought for a second.
“Layton Thomas?” He suggested and I felt like I instantly fell in love.
“I love it!” I beamed and he smiled at me in complete adoration. “And for the girls?”
“Lily? Poppy?” he thought out loud then shook his head, “no I don’t like those.”
“Brianna?” we both shook our head, “how about Magnolia? We can call her Maggy?” his face dropped and he tried to play it off, but I got concerned. “We don’t have to name her that,” I offered.
He shook his head, “No, it’s fine. That was just my mother’s name,” he waved it off but I felt that it bothered him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Lyam,” I reached over and grabbed his hand, and kissed it. “We can do something else,” I reassured.
“It’s fine Flower, how about her middle name, yeah?” He held my hand and comfortably rubbed it. I nodded, “Lana Magnolia?”
My heart swelled. I smiled at him, agreeing. He pulled me up to my feet and I felt fatigued.
“I love you, Violet,” he kissed my forehead as his hand wrapped around my back and the other on my stomach.
“I love you, Benlyam,” he smiled and pressed his lips against mine. I didn’t call him by his full name that often, it was almost always ‘Bee’ and sometimes ‘Lyam’ so he liked it when I did.
He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth and I felt myself get heated. I moaned against him and as I trailed one of my hands down him, I learned he was hard.
I cupped his bulge and he groaned against my lips, pulling away. “Honey…” he murmured, he thought I was teasing him but I wanted to finish what we were doing.
Although I was tired, it didn’t mean he had to suffer…
I smiled at him and grabbed his hand, walking out of the kid’s room and into our bedroom. Once the door was closed, we immediately found each other’s lips. He ran his fingers through my hair as we neared the bed. He attempted to take off my shirt but I swatted his hands away. After a few times, he just let me do what I want.
I kissed down him, removing his shirt so I could kiss his ripped abdomen as my hands fiddled with his belt. He almost popped completely out and I started to stroke him as I left hickeys on his v-line.
He let out a breath as I ran my tongue up him, maintaining eye contact.
“Honey…” he groaned as I put my mouth completely on him and started to bob my head. I felt his hand push some strands of hair out of my eyes as I continued.
We’ve had sex plenty of times during the pregnancy, especially when I was two months along. We worked past boundaries and mental blocks, we were both grateful for it. I always kept his name out of eyesight for both of us and Benlyam respected me enough to not push it. Last month, we weren’t too handsy because we had a few arguments and we were busy.
“Fuck Flower,” Benlyam whispered as I saw his muscles contract, “yeah, Flower, just like that…” with that he spilled his seed in my mouth.
I pulled up from him and he kissed my forehead, heading to go shower as I laid on my side, my drowsiness finally taking over.