It was 2 am and Lindsay had to pee, which she was sure was going to happen at least 3 more times before 7 am. Danny was going to get up and ready for work and Lucy was going to get up and want breakfast. She rolled over as best as she could with baby number two making it increasingly difficult for her to do anything.

She waddled to the bathroom, her swollen ankles making it painful to even step two feet, let alone chase a 18 month old around for most of the day. Unfortunately she knew the worst of the swollen feet/ankles was far from over. She could already feel the pain of her skin beeing pulled so tight by the water or blood or whatever it was, that her toes won't even touch the ground when she walks. She sat on the toilet and grumbled some profanities as Jr. played soccer on her innards.

She waddled back to the bed, lowering herself down, then laid on her side as best as she could.

Then she felt it.

Shifting behind her.

An arm slung over her waist pulling her closer. The hand on said arm, groping its way from her panty line down, between her legs trying to make circles on her clitoris. She just laid there motionless. Maybe if he thought she was asleep he would leave her alone. The hand moved from her center, up over her swollen belly, then it began massaging her breast. Her swollen, tender, painful breast. Then she felt what she knew was his hard cock, nudge between her legs from behind.

She sighed in frustration, "Daniel Messer, if you think you're getting laid right now, I will Bobbitt your ass."

For some ungodly reason, her husband had it in his head that her getting up, meant it was time to get laid.

Nuzzling her neck, "What's wrong baby?"

"Oh I don't know," she said sarcastically, "I'm up from 6 am to midnight every day. Our daughter has me going every day, all day long. I work 6 hours at least 4 times a week. I'm seven months pregnant with a friggin' soccer player. And you work up to 14 hours a day, sometimes 6 days a week. I'm exhausted, my ankles are swollen, and my head is starting to hurt. So forgive me if I'm not up for giving you a good time."

By now, she was between crying and screaming. Her chest was heaving.

"Hey, hey, hey now. If you ain't up for anything, it's no big," he nudged her into her back, so that he could lay on top of her as much as he could. More like straddled. His abdomen was laying gently on top of hers, "I love you, with or without sex."

"I didn't say that we weren't having sex anymore," she clarified, wrapping her arms around his neck, "just not tonight." After all she did still enjoy having sex. And what woman wouldn't love the fact that even after being the size of a house, a man like Danny Messer would still find the attractive enough to kiss let alone want to have sex with still.

After a few seconds, Danny understood what she was talking about, about their son being a soccer player. He felt his movement against his own belly, "Geesh, you ain't kiddin'," he rolled off of her, laying his hand on her belly, "Hey buddy, you gotta calm down in there. You're momma needs some sleep, too."

Lindsay smiled sleepily at him, running her hand through his hair. He really was a good husband and father, just sometimes he needed a little prompting.

"Go to sleep, baby," he laid down next to her, but pulled her into him, "I'll take care of Lucy in the morning before I go to work."

Lindsay's closed her eyes, "Love you," she mumbled before finally drifting off.

Danny smiled and kissed her head. He would talk to Mac in the morning about getting a bit more time off to help his wife and the size of their increasing family.