Pascal was seated on the edge of their bed, waiting for Victoria to be ready.
He could see a bit of her reflected on the mirror of the dressing room.
"Nothing... fits me! Damn it." He heard, and this got an adorable laugh from him. Seconds later, when he lifted the gaze, she was standing by the door of the dressing room, looking at him with eyes of resignation, with a hand on his growing waist and the other against the wall. "I surrender." She said in a tone half serious and half sarcastic.
"No, my love, come here." He stood up, walked towards her and took her in his arms sweetly.
The containment a single touch of him gave her, had always the same effect. She felt like walking on clouds when he hugged her.
She rested her head above his shoulder, enjoying how his hand caressed her back, which was everyday hurting more.
She couldn't believe how wonderful he has always been with her; In the state she was, she needed more pampers and cares than the usual, an habit of constantly telling her she looked precious every single day. She admired how he never seemed to get tired of that, without even mentioning the craziness he had for their first unborn child.
She was there, still in her underwear, with her beautiful 5 months old bump.
"Okay. Let's find you something." He smiled to her.
They both entered the dressing room, and he scanned with his gaze the whole row of dresses and shirts and skirts and jeans she had in there, which was obviously not the whole collection.
"What did you want to put on?"
"Anything that fits me" she said a little upset. She had already taken a chair, and her hands hold her belly with a not calm face.
"Hey." He called her attention, getting a frustrated look from her. "Don't worry, darling..."
He continued looking for something, until he saw it... the white one. The one she was wearing the day they met. "And this?" He grabbed the tip of the dress and pulled it out.
A smile blossomed in their faces. "Maybe, yes." She stood up and unclasped the dress. "Could you help me? I can barely stand on my own feet."
"Of course" he lowered to his knees in front of her, and she hold his shoulders to find support. "Get the feet" he indicated.
He slowly lifted the dress upon her legs. Her skin was still as smooth and warm as always. He took special care when he reached the hips, trying to fit it inch by inch.
When he got to fit the low part, unrolled the torso around her waist, then her chest. "Put the arm" he said, and hold the strip in front of it.
"Absolutely... beautiful." He whispered in her ear, as both admired her reflection on the mirror. He took his hands to where their child lived...
"Thank you" she answered with a smile.
"Do you want me to help you with something else?"
"No, it's okay. I still can brush my hair alone".
"But very soon, you won't." He said smiling.
"I know, thanks for the reminder."
Later in the gala, everybody admired Victoria's adorable bump, and congratulated the 1 year married couple.
He presumed how happy they were, not only together but now also with their first baby, and how blessed he was of having a wife like her.
Everybody knew Pascal. And of course, now they had to know her wife.
Everybody got impressed by her beauty, and that attractive glow that pregnancy gifted her. Especially, one of Pascal's long time known.
I'd love to know what you think about this! I really loved them both and I wished they could have a longer history together.