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The unsettling silence hung over us like a blanket of stillness. The only sound was the gently rushing of water filling the bath in our bedroom down the hall. It was suddenly stiflingly hot and my heart beat almost doubled in speed, sending my thoughts into a feverish frenzy. I didn't think that he would react so horribly towards the life changing news that I had given to him. I twisted the ring around and around my finger, reddening the area and irritating my skin, as I waited for him to say anything and to give me some kind of response.
"Are you just going to stand there and look at me?" I asked, finally fed up with the way he was reacting. He isn't allowed to just stand there. I kept expecting him to start crying or yelling or leave or something, but he isn't allowed to just stand there. I looked up into his blue eyes. I couldn't read them, and it scared me, because that isn't something that happens very often. He took a step closer to me and we stood facing each other for a few moments, staring each other dead into the others eyes, before he took another step forward, and I took another step back. He kept doing this, pushing me farther and farther away from the other structures in the kitchen.
Suddenly, my back was pushed up against the wall and he was around me, close enough that I could hear his breathing, but still not touching me. His hands were next to my head and his body was so close to mine I could feel his heat. His eyes traveled the well worn route down my body, starting with my face, then my neck, my chest, my stomach, my thighs, my calves, my feet, and finally back up to my stomach.
He squatted down in front of me, his hands sliding down the wall and resting on either side of my hips. Now satisfied that his head was level with my stomach, he lifted my shirt up, still not touching me. The feeling of the fabric running over my skin sent an electric shiver down my spine.
I shuddered at the delightful warmth his lips applied to my bare stomach. He looked up at me, and I was relieved to see that I could read his eyes again. His face swept up towards my own and pulled my waiting mouth into a scorching kiss.
He mouth shoved against mine; filling the kiss with such passion that I thought my head was going to explode. His tongue played against and with mine, and the heat pooled in my stomach, slowly growing as his pushed me up harder against the wall, making my feet lift off the ground and sticking my back against the wall. His hands ran down the sides of my stomach as his fingers stroked next to my belly button.
He pulled away and we stood there panting, my feet now back on the ground and my head spinning and pounding. He kissed me once more, sweetly and softly, before bringing himself down to be level with my stomach once again. My shirt rose gently with his hand and he stroked my stomach.
"Hi, Baby," he said in a soft, almost childish voice, "This is Daddy. Mommy just told me about you. I can't believe that you're in there. I just wanted say that I love you and Mommy very much."
He kissed my stomach once more, before taking my hands and leading me to the bathroom where the tub was still running.
A/N: Okay, so being the California girl that I am, I had no idea weather people in England say Mommy or Mummy or whatever. So I just made it Mommy.
If you tell me what they actually say, then I'll change it. Ahah:)
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