A/N - I'm grateful for the 'favorites' & reviews I've gotten on my story. If y'all could leave a review or two more, I'd be even happier. As I've said before, I have written other stories, under other usernames. I will have to finish those up and transfer them to this username - someday... Those usernames, if you want to check out my other stories are: lifehouse lover and janie jones.
Now, on with this story. It is rated M fir a reason.
CHAP
Emma had finally grown too big to fit into her only pair of shorts. She tucked them in the trunk for safe keeping and opted to alternate between the shawl wraps, bikini bottoms and grass skirts.
Dean was masterful at net fishing; able to catch more varieties of fish, and seafood than he'd ever caught before. They continued traveling to the other side of the island; adding mango and yams and other items to their diet. The cave was now continually well stocked with surplus foods.
Emma gained a little more weight from the excess food. Her hair was thicker and longer too. Nearly down to her hips. Dean usually combed it out for her. When she wasn't using it to cover herself, Emma normally wore it up in some sort of bun so she didn't have to hassle with it. She loved the pampering; so she gladly let Dean help her take care of it.
Xxxx
"What are you doing to the raft, Dean? Don't destroy it." "I'm not. Just seeing if I can turn it into a float...if it floats. Good idea. Don't you think?" "Huh? Hadn't thought of that, yes. You need help?" "No, not in your condition. But you can keep me company." he turned and smiled at her then, inspected his progress.
Emma just rolled her eyes at him. "I'm fine. Really. Except for a persistent backache. I'm stronger now than I've ever been - or ever would be back home. Bet I could lift a car." Smiling, Dean walked towards her for a kiss, holding her large bump lovingly. "How you feeling today?" He asked, curious.
"I told you...I'm good... FAT, but good!" Hoping he'd finally believe her. "No you aren't." She gave him the now familiar "What are you, blind?" glare. To which he smiled broadly. It had become a sweet game.
Emma bent forward looking down and said, "I can no longer see my feet, Dean. Also, my cami top is too small now." He grinned noticing that half of her belly wasn't covered. It did look pretty funny; but Dean wasn't crazy, or stupid enough to show any reaction to her remarks! Instead, he kissed the side of her face, and told her she was beautiful.
"Back to work. I suppose you need someone to keep you on task. Since you won't actually let me lift a finger to help." Emma smiled and ushered him back to work. Then, with concerted effort, she sat cross-legged in the shade of the nearest tree and watched while he worked. After a few minutes; Emma leaned back on her hands to relieve the stress on her lower back.
Dean occasionally glanced in her direction to check on her. Emma was currently doing a variety if different exercises. Wether it be leg lifts, yoga stretches, or push ups. 'She's bored' he knew. "You sure it's okay to do that, Em?" He asked once.
"Yep, I'm being careful." "Okay?"
X
"That's as good as it's gonna get. I think? You want to check it out?" He asked. By now, she was laying on her back in the sun, knees bent and completely zoned out bobbing her head to some music only she could hear.
"This is exciting." She said, as he helped her up and dusted her off.
On their way to the lagoon, Emma grabbed a blanket and her coconut goop. Walking behind her husband; she ogled as Dean carried the float over his head. His shorts hung low on his hips exposing the dimples on his lower back. His lean muscular body had greatly changed from the physicality of their lifestyle. 'It's a nice view', Emma smiled.
X
"It's wide enough for one person. You'll go first and I'll spot you. Okay?" Dean explained as he walked to the water and set the float down. "Can I borrow your pocket knife, Dean?" Emma asked and he handed it to her without much thought.
When he looked back at her. Emma had turned her cami top into a tube top by cutting the shoulder straps and folding the material over twice. It covered 'the girls' nicely.
"The straps were stretched out anyway." She shrugged when he questioned her with just a look.
"Okay... You ready to hop on?" He asked moving on.
Emma quickly put her hair up and removed the shawl covering her bikini bottoms and tossed it on the blanket. Dean held the float as she got on. "Whoa, don't let go." she nervously giggled as it swayed beneath her.
"I won't. Get in the center, Emma." He told her. "Center of what? It's barely wide enough for my ass, Dean!" She barked, but smiled.
"You're okay. Just relax." Emma finally breathed and realized how silly she was being. 'How far am I going to sink, anyway?' She joked to herself.
"It's floating! You did it." She chuckled; relaxing her bent legs a little, and loosening her death grip hold on each side of the raft.
"Here, Emma. Hold onto this." Dean handed her a vine, tied to one of the nearby tree trunks. "Use this so you don't float into the falls. I'd stay right about here if I were you. It's about hip deep." he explained. "Please don't use this unless I'm with you. Okay?" He asked, 100% serious. He handed her the goop she motioned for.
"Dean, I can fully float now without really trying. I'm fairly sure I won't drown." She retorted. "Humor me? I don't want you falling asleep and floating under the waterfall by surprise." He replied.
"Yes sir, for now." Emma saluted with an eye roll. Then smiled. "Only because I know you worry. I'm proud of you, Dean." Emma smiled up at him as we leaned over for a kiss. Dean put his hand on her bump, glancing down at her. "Thank you. I'm in 'awe 'of you."
Emma smiled and said, "This is just biology. I'm not doing anything. This is happening all on its own." Eyes glancing down to her belly. She placed her hand atop his.
"Still, it's happening to you. And, you're handling it like a champ." He explained. 'Not much choice in the matter. Besides, you're here with me." Emma said with a smile.
"We haven't done our devotion in a while? What are you grateful for?" She asked, changing the subject. She didn't feel much like the superhero Dean seemed to believe she was.
Dean scooped lagoon water over her stomach as he spoke, "We'll, you (off course), him." Dean tapped his index finger on her belly. "The fact that we have good weather right now. Our health. Your continued safety. My continued safety... You again?"
"We'll, I'm grateful for my health. Him." Emma pointed to her belly. "Our continued safety. Your health, strength and love..." She rattled off completely relaxed now with her bent knees swaying ever so slightly.
"You stay here and relax. I'm gonna catch some fish. Don't let go of the tether - okay? And call if you need me." He kissed her again before leaving her alone.
X
Emma rubbed goop on her belly then peacefully floated for the next half hour or so. She was almost asleep when the baby turned gymnast, seeming to move from her left to her right side with lightning speed.
"OWE!" she yelped, arching her back, slamming her relaxed knees together for a split second. Then, letting them drop, spread eagle. Somehow, Dean was beside her within seconds. "I think he just did a summersault? Ugh!" She groaned, clenching her jaw and holding her breath.
"Breathe... Baby..." Dean coached her. Emma gulped, relaxing back onto the float.
"God! That was a low one. I didn't think he had enough room in there to make that kind of move?" she winced, reaching for her groin and Dean placed his hands over hers as Emma dug her fingers into the area that was still hurting.
"Okay...Phew!... That's better. He's calming down. We'll, at least now I know for SURE he's alive in there." Her body relaxed as she sighed and covered her face with her hands getting emotional. Dean gave her a questioning look; waiting for her to elaborate.
"Haven't felt him move this much in a while. I was starting to get worried." She admitted, taking a couple more cleansing breaths, trying to reign in her emotions.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Dean continued massaging for Emma when she moved her hand. "I don't know? Scared, I suppose. Nothing you, or I could really do about it anyway."
Concerned, Dean studied her expression while Emma collected herself. "I still want, need, to know, Emma. Promise you'll tell me everything?" She nodded. "I'm sorry. I should have told you I was worried." She apologized with tears threatening to fall down her pink cheeks.
Dean took a deep breath. Letting the fear melt as he massaged her entire belly; adding more goop to her skin.
x
"How's the fishing today? You catch anything?" Emma asked, shielding her eyes from the sun. "A few. Should be enough for dinner tonight."
"Oh, good." Emma gave a happy sigh as he continued his massaging. "That feels really good. You can stop if you want, though. Or, keep it up? Up to you, Dean."
Emma closed her eyes. Ready to fall asleep again and Dean continued massaging lower and lower on her bump down to her bikini line, when he snaked his fingers inside and tickled her entrance.
"OH... God!" she gasped in surprise. "Dean! Warn a pregnant girl before you do something like that! I could go into labor." She hollered, immediately becoming aroused.
"Sorry? You want to?... You up for it?" He stammered, a little embarrassment for startling her.
'Yes.' She nodded, vigorously, and he quickly returned her - and the float - to shore.
Xxxx
Laying naked, sweaty and spent on blankets in post coital bliss; they were happily entangled in each other. Dean was on his side facing Emma, with one leg draped over one of hers.
Emma's was 'sort of' on her side facing Dean. Her other leg slightly bent and her chin touching the top of his head. The late afternoon sun shown down on them through the trees. A shawl was carelessly draped across their hips.
Dean's free arm was resting across her bump.
"That was fun." Emma giggled as she ran her fingers through his long hair. "I don't know how much longer we can actually fit together like that. I'm getting so big." Dean sighed, seemingly daydreaming.
He wasn't usually this quiet after sex. He liked to talk. Emma didn't mind, though. It made her feel appreciated. That he wasn't just thinking only of himself. She was always grateful that he didn't flop over and fall asleep immediately.
"When are you going to let me give you a haircut, Dean? All I have to do is tie it in a ponytail and 'snip'... It's done. Unless you like it long?" She ruffled his loose hair in an effort to get a response. Nothing, Crickets...Figuring that meant 'never' she let the topic drop. She'd just have to keep asking him.
Having nothing else to say, she stayed quiet. Instead, listening to the birds talking to each other and trying to ignore Dean mindlessly rubbing his thumb against her side; which was starting to tickle.
"Sex isn't bad for the baby is it?" He asked out of the blue, peering up at her.
"What?! No, it's not. Not usually. I wouldn't have let you do what you just did to me if I didn't think it was okay. Silly, he's still too small and too far inside me to be hurt." she answered sincerely. Dean relaxed.
Relieved, and little flushed for asking, Dean continued, "What about when you get bigger?" He propped his head up on bent arm and looked at her lying beside him.
Several large strands of Emma's long hair were strewn in different directions, over her shoulders. Dean picked up a strand and began nervously playing with it, waiting for her to speak. The ends were jagged and worn. But the color was a beautiful satin gold. 'I'll have to trim it for her.'
Emma smiled at his curiosity. "Even then. I've heard that sex can actually be beneficial. It exercises the muscles needed for labor. But, as I said earlier. I don't know how we'd have sex if I get much bigger." She stated, laying her hand low on her big bump.
"Well, in that cas, we should exercise as long as we can! Don't you think?" he joked, tickling her sides.
"AH! Please don't do that?! I'll pee, Dean!" she squealed, laughing. "Ok. Sorry." he stopped, kissing her. "God, I really hope I don't get much bigger than this!" Emma worried, spreading her hand around her significantly large belly.
"It's not like you sit around eating bonbons all day. This is all baby, Emma." Dean tried to assure her as he lovingly cupped his large hand over top of hers. She smiled at him sweetly.
"I just don't want to be 'super' large. Back home, I knew someone that was my height; but she was so pregnant by the end that she had trouble balancing. And, her boobs were like melons." Emma used her hand for emphasis."
"Jeez, that sounds equal parts scary and awesome." Dean grinned hungrily. "Okay, maybe not 'melons' - but huge! What do you mean 'awesome'?! Speak for yourself."
"I was. Sorry... What can I say. I'm a boob guy." He grabbed her playfully and they both chuckled. "Aren't all guys?" Dean's expression screamed 'YUP'. "At least you're honest." She sighed. "I guess mine are a bit of a let down, then?" She admitted, moving her hair to look at 'the girls'.
"Not at all, I think your's are perfect." He happily confirmed; planting soft kisses to each one. "Thank you. Your body is quite stunning too, in my opinion." Emma's hand travelled down his broad muscular back, and squeezed his butt cheek.
"Really?"Dean was fishing for compliments. It was juvenile, he knew it. But, fun nonetheless.
"Yeah! Come on! You know it! Have you NEVER looked in a mirror - in your life? You know you're hot! Six pack abs, chiseled back. Gorgeous face! GREAT butt! Lush hair. Kissable lips... excellent penis! I'd have sex with you!" Emma bragged. Then, smacked her forehead and said, "Oh wait, I already did that. and look where it got me!" He buried his beet red face in Emma's neck as she chuckled.
"You hear that? My wife thinks you are excellent!" He proudly shouted while she rolled her eyes at him.
"Can I ask another question, or two, without getting smacked?" He proceeded, sitting up and balancing himself up on one hand.
"You can try. Go for it." Dean ran his index finger over her exposed belly button. Emma squirmed at the ticklish sensation and broke out in goose bumps.
"What is going on with this? It looks scary. Does that hurt?" Unable to actually see it anymore, Emma felt for it and explained that, "No, it's not painful. It's just being stretched out from the inside. 'Outies' tend to get really pronounced and scary looking."
"What else do you know; and where did you learn it?" He asked. "My older cousin Maggie. She and I were like best friends. She told me all about her doctor visits and what was going on with the pregnancy." Emma smiled at the memories.
"Like what?" He was genuinely interested. "Well, baby's can get the hiccups while still inside their mom." Dean's eyebrow rose in amusement.
"And, when you nurse, you don't have your period. It's not a blanket rule, though. But, in general if you are nursing you won't get pregnant again. So, I think I'll be nursing for as long as I can. Maybe two years or more. It might be the only form of birth control we have. Unless we practice abstinence forever, and I don't see that happening!"
They both sighed. "I'm not even sure he'll take to it for that long anyway?" Emma spoke while absentmindedly petting her bump.
Dean's expression turned a funny mix of grossed out, disappointed and jealous as he stared at her breasts. "You'll just have to learn to share. Besides, you'll be using these for totally different reasons. Him - food... You - Toys!" He laughed and turned red again, knowing she was completely right.
"Do you really want to go through 'this' again, right away, Dean?" She asked him in all seriousness as she pointed to herself. He didn't respond immediately.
"Well, I'm in no hurry to pop out children one after another like a copy machine! Especially here. So I'll do whatever I can." He chuckled at her imagery.
"Point taken. But, I think we have done pretty well so far. I feel like I've been able to navigate your hormones alright. I've been pretty good. Haven't I?" he grumbled, kissing her bump.
"Better than I could have asked for. And I've had it relatively easy - this time. Plus, we haven't even gotten to the hard part yet. He's still in here." Emma held her stomach. "Safe and protected. We have no idea what it's going to be like trying to take care of one baby here - and you want to having another right away?"
"Hey, I never said I wanted another one immediately. Or at all. I don't even know what it's like to have one! I've never even held a baby before. You jumped to a conclusion. I look at it more as - letting God, or fate decide." He simply stated and left that topic to rest.
X
"Okay... next question." She nodded for him to continue. "Why do they look so different?" He asked pointing to her nipples.
"In preparation for nursing. If they didn't, I'd be in a lot of pain. Think of it this way. Have you ever given yourself a 'hickey'?" he nodded. "Sure, while practicing kissing."
"Okay. Now, imagine doing that to the most sensitive part of your anatomy... repeatedly?" She explained.
"Owe!" he groaned, going pale. "Exactly! No kidding." She chuckled. "I'm boiling. Get off of me now. I want to go for a swim." She added as she pushed him away. "A little help here, Dean."
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