wants to come out on Wednesday to check my lady parts.” I loop the thick end around the thinner end. “He said he’s going to come here. He wants to check our nursery I assume.”
“What do you mean check your lady parts?”
I shrug; hell if I know. “Maybe to see if I’m dilated or something.”
“That sounds uncomfortable.” We both make a face. It does sound uncomfortable. Very much so. “Are you nervous?” I chew on the inside of my cheek and nod. He exhales a long breath after I repeat his question back to him. “Petrified.”
“Why? You said you didn’t want anything to do with the baby.” I’m kidding. I mean, he did say it but I don’t think it’s true anymore.
He confirms my thoughts. “Things change. I don’t want you doing this alone.”
Aww, my heart just melted. “Thanks, Nathan.”
“I also don’t want your mum staying here for more than a few nights. I’m not fond of her.” Well this is no secret. They met a month ago when my mum came to visit. She was shocked about the entire situation, not that I blame her. Although he took it all in his stride, she was rude to Nathan on more than one occasion, asking him about other girls and his private life, trying to convince me that he would throw the baby and me out when he gets a new girlfriend. I can see her logic and I understand her way of thinking. These same suspicions have plagued my mind for a while now.
If Nathan does happen to move on with his life, I’m certain his girlfriend won’t be happy about the situation we’re in.
“I’m aware of your opinion of my mum. If your two days of moaning and bitching after she left were anything to go by, I’d say you hate her.”
“Hate is a strong emotion your mother isn’t worthy of,” he responds smugly and feels his now completed tie with one hand. “Thank you.”
“Just making myself useful.” I go back to the bed and lower myself onto it. “I look like I’m carrying twins.”
“You look like you’re glowing. Stop moaning about your appearance.”
Resting back on my elbows I watch him pull his jacket on and smooth down the lapels with his hands. “Stay inside. No wandering around in this weather. I’ll be back by dark.”
“Can’t I come?” I pout, tilting my head back to plead with him, eye to eye.
“No.”
“Why?”
He smiles wickedly. “It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises,” I grumble, swinging my legs side to side.
Nathan drops to his knees in front of me, pushing my legs out of the way so the top of his thigh connects with the side of my left hip. “You love surprises, you just hate waiting for them.” His finger flicks at my lower lip. “And stop pouting.”
“No.” I pout even more and it soon turns to a squeal when he lunges forward and I feel his teeth latch onto my lower lip. He releases me after a few torturous seconds and kisses my forehead. “You just bit my lip.”
“Don’t pout.” I want to pout for not being allowed to pout. Instead I flop back onto the bed, cringing as the baby swims around in my stomach. Nathan lifts my shirt and watches with his head slightly tilted. “He’s running out of room.”
“Yep.” I close my eyes and remain relaxed when Nathan prods at the flailing limbs poking under the surface of my skin. He chuckles to himself, his fingers grabbing at feet and knees. “You’re making him do it more.”
“Your belly feels really tight,” he remarks and I hum in response. It does, he’s right, and I have no clue why it’s doing that. I’ll ask the good old doctor on Wednesday. Nathan goes back to playing limb grab with the baby. My eyes close. I’ll just keep them closed for a moment. Only a moment.
My entire body tenses when I feel his soft, stubble free lips along the lower curve of my stomach. He doesn’t stop there, he kisses further up sending tingles along my spine and continues going up. His kisses linger, each one a gentle caress. Leather clad fingers trail up my bare side, his thumb skimming over the swell of my breast. A shudder rips through me as a light moan leaves me.
My skin heats, my stomach tingles and I gasp when I feel the bed dip. His hand cups my chin, pulling it to the side. With my eyes closed I try to pretend this isn’t