The rest of the day passed in a blur. For Cammie, it was broken up by naps, meals, and shopping. For Adam, it was scheduling and planning. He had never worked so hard in his life. At the same time, he had never found life more fulfilling. The passed out in bed from exhaustion at the end of the night.
Cammie had taken one look at all the boxes and proclaimed they would still be there when she was ready to tackle them.
“And just when do you suppose that will be?” Adam asked jokingly.
“Well, according to the doctor…second trimester.” She leaned on Adam’s shoulder and her eyes gradually shut.
He couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever take her beauty for granted, if he would ever stop being inspired by her drive and determination, or how he could possibly love her more than he did in this moment. He was ready for this. He would do everything he could to make sure she was, too.
“Doll, time to get up,” he murmured in her ear. “You have to get ready for a day of pampering.”
Stretching, she looked at him. “None of this seems real to me. Then I look at the ring or I puke and it all comes together.” She smiled.
He laughed. “I’m glad you can find the humor in that.” He walked around the bed. “So, massages?”
Cammie frowned. “No massages until second trimester.”
“That’s going to be a very busy time for you, isn’t it? The unpacking, the massaging…” He smirked.
“Well, they do pair well.” She stood up and rushed to the bathroom.
Minutes later, the toilet flushed and she returned. “Like clockwork.”
“Let’s have a nice quiet night. We have to pack, but let’s order in. We’ll watch a movie, cuddle, whatever you want. I’ll rub your feet and massage your neck. Sound good?” He studied her with concern.
“Sounds perfect,” she admitted. Then she turned to go get ready for the day ahead.
When they finally came together in the afternoon, Cammie was ready for a nap. She placed her dinner order with Adam and headed to bed. A few hours later, she woke to soft music playing and the aromas of dinner. For that, she would get up. She wandered hesitantly out to the living area and there he was, sitting on the couch, looking up potential movies on the cable guide.
“Hey,” she said quietly.
Adam hopped up from the sofa. “You’re awake!”
They sat down to dinner, and compared stories about their day. Finally, Adam set his fork down. He looked at her and she knew she had better pay attention.
“I know you have doubts, still,” he said. “I feel them.”
Her head drooped some. “I had a plan. This is lovely, but I worry that somehow, I’m going to lose me, lose sight of my dreams. I worry that I’ll grow accustomed to the privileges and I’ll get lazy. I worry that you’ll encourage that and I’ll go along with it because it is easier. Though I’ve never taken the easy path, this one has so many variables to consider that I can’t even see where I’m going.”
He reached across the table and held her hand. “I get all that. Don’t worry. You have had the opposite effect on me. I want to work to make you proud, to provide for us, and our child. I want us to work toward your goals together…five years at a time. Along the way, I will find myself. You don’t know how much you’ve already given me of my dream.”
They sat down soon after to relax on the couch. Though she’d already had one nap, there was something so soothing about being in Adam’s arms that she struggled to not fall asleep. Finally, she decided to do something to stay awake.
Cammie pulled one of Adam’s hands up to cup her breast; and the other she used to cup the side of her face. Bit by bit, she licked and sucked on his fingers until she could feel his erection poking into her side. Rolling off of him, she worked his belt, his button, and his zipper until his boxers were exposed. She pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring out before her eyes.
She captured it, savoring how it felt in her hand. She licked from the base to the tip, and then sucked on the head. Soon she was rewarded with some pre-come and she happily lapped it up.