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Chapter 11:
The Day Before
"Morgan, love, wake up," Hunter whispered into Morgan's ear. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at her beloved husband who was sitting up in bed next to her.
"Mm. What time is it?"
"Almost seven." He said. She frowned.
"Before seven… on a Saturday?" she whined sleepily. He smiled and leaned over her and kissed her gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned it. Even with her usual morning grogginess, Hunter managed to put a smiled on her face. Then she felt a surge of nausea. "Oh, God," she groaned, pulling away from him.
"Feel sick?" he asked. She nodded and jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where, like she had been for the past two and half months, threw up. She felt Hunter holding her hair back and massaging her shoulder.
"Ugh. I hate morning sickness. It's not as bad as it was with Moira, though." She said. She cringed and started to sob as her stomach threatened to rebel again.
"Shhh, my love," he whispered against her hair. She realized that it was, in fact, worse than it had been with Moira, that the only thing that made it seem less so was having Hunter here with her. "You're going to be all right, my love. I'm right here," he murmured in her ear. She reached up and took his hand.
"I know. Thank you," she said. She got up and brushed her teeth, then collapsed back into bed. "Oof!" she said as she plopped onto the mattress.
Hunter walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, and slid his hand under her shirt and rested it on her rounding stomach. Morgan shivered slightly from his touch, then reached down and placed her own hand on top of his.
He leaned over her and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry, Morgan."
She looked at him curiously. "Sorry for what?" she asked.
"For this," he murmured, gently rubbing her belly. "I didn't really know how sick you got," he whispered.
"You couldn't have. It'll go away soon," she whispered back. Hunter snuggled up to her. She sighed with contentment and rested her head on his warm, hard chest. She hadn't felt this calm in so long. She was married to the love of her life, living in a beautiful house, had finished school a year ago, and had a gorgeous daughter, and another one on the way. She only prayed things could stay this way.
She closed her eyes and concentrated, checking on the tiny creature in her womb, casting her senses to check on it. All of a sudden she felt a rush of energy, and she smiled as she understood. After four and half months of nausea and back aches, she could tell.
Hunter, sensing the rush, looked at her and asked, "What was that?"
"Hunter," she said softly. "It's a boy."
He grinned. "Really? I'm going to have a son and a daughter?" he said excitedly. Morgan smiled and nodded. Hunter pulled her up and kissed her hard.
"That's wonderful, Morgan! That's fantastic news," he said ecstatically. His smile faded as he glanced over his shoulder at the alarm clock. "I think we should go get downstairs ready. You know, so Moira wakes up to balloons and everything."
Morgan nodded. She couldn't quite believe her baby was three years old. Time went too fast. She touched her stomach gingerly, wondering if time with her son would go by as fast. "Yeah. Let's get to it," she said as she climbed out of bed. She turned and looked at hi, feeling her desire for him well up in her chest. "I think we should take a shower first, though,"
He blushed slightly, but then grinned at her. "Of course,"
Later That Night
"Did you like all your presents, sweetie?" Morgan asked Moira as she towel dried her daughter's hair. The little girl squirmed playfully.
"Yup! I really liked the paint set Auntie Bree got me," she said. "And the pretty dress daddy got me. But you know what I really, really liked?"
"What?" Morgan asked her.
Moira grinned at her, her big green eyes sparkling. "The pretty necklace you gave me. The penty-cle," she said, then opened up her fuzzy pink bathrobe to show Morgan the little pewter pentacle she had gotten her. She managed to flash her as well. Morgan laughed, and pulled the robe shut. "Thank you, mummy, it's my favorite. It looks like daddy's eyes!" she said, referring to the little green stone in the middle of the pentacle. Morgan grinned at her daughter.
"It looks like your eyes, too." She said, pulling a black shirt over Moira's head and helping her into her little pink undies. "Okay. All ready for bed, baby? I'll bet you're tired."
On cue, Moira yawned. "Yup. I'm sleepy. Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy. I had big day."
Morgan laughed again. "Yes you did. Three years old. You're such a big girl. I'm so proud of you, honey." She said, picking Moira up and carrying her to her bed room. Moira climbed into bed and snuggled up with her blankets.
"Night night, mummy." She said. Morgan leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Night. Sweet dreams, sweetheart." Morgan closed Moira's door and stretched. Hunter came up the stairs and raised his eyebrows at her.
Is she sleeping? She heard Hunter's voice in her mind. She smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I think so," she whispered. He was grinning now.
"Good," he breathed, then walked to her and pulled her to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, feeling the thrill of his touch. He ran his hands up the back of her shirt and unclasped her bra, then softly trailed his fingers to her chest and gently squeezed her breasts, big with her second pregnancy. She flinched as he felt her waist, which was not even close to tiny anymore. She felt heavy and not very attractive, but she didn't let Hunter know that. At least she had breasts now.
"I love your body like this," he breathed into her ear. "All curvy and all."
"You mean fat?" she asked jokingly. He pulled back and stared at her.
"You're not fat. You're pregnant. And beautiful. Like a Goddess." He whispered. He let his hands roam down and slid them down the back of her pajama pants and squeezed her ass. "You actually have something for me to grab now," he teased. "I have to say, you never turned me on quite this much before,"
"Are you saying that my being pregnant is a turn on?" she asked incredulously.
He grinned.
"I'm saying the effect pregnancy has on your body is a turn on, yes." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly before she could respond. She pressed her body to his, flattered that he thought that. Well, that's a total ego boost, she thought.
She pushed him into the room and closed the door quietly behind her. Before she could turn around to face him, though, he pulled her to him so she could feel his hard on against her ass and pushed her gently so she was bending forward and roughly pushed her pants down.
He put his hands on her breasts and she placed her hands on the bed in front of her to keep herself upright. He gently slid into her that way and she closed her eyes tight and tried to keep herself from crying out in pleasure. She didn't want Moira to hear. Oh, Goddess, yes, she thought. Hunter moved in and out of her, letting out little gasps as he did so, and after barely more than ten minutes, Morgan felt him spill into her, and he gently leaned against her, panting hard, trying to catch his breath. He pushed her hair forward and it fell over her left shoulder. He kissed her neck and she sighed. He gently stroked her sides as his breathing slowed.
"Lie down," he whispered.
"Why?" she asked, even though she knew. She knew he knew. It had felt good, but she hadn't finished. She usually had a hard time when she was pregnant.
"I want to pleasure you. It's not fair I get one and you don't," he breathed hotly. He started pulling her shirt over her head. She didn't fight him. She lay down on the bed completely naked, and he kneeled at the foot of it and kissed the inside of her ankle and made his way up. He gently nibbled on her thigh, and she shivered in delight as his tongue grazed in between her legs. He kissed her there repeatedly, then went on to pleasure her orally. It made it better that he was eager about it, the he really honestly seemed to enjoy it. Morgan was thankful that he didn't seemed bored or grossed out, that he didn't do it just because he felt he had to.
All of a sudden she felt her muscles tense up and the intense burst of pleasure rack her body. She cried out, but quickly muffled it with a pillow. She was breathing hard as Hunter came to lie next to her. He grinned at her flushed expression.
"Enjoy yourself?" he asked, amused. She smiled shyly at him and nodded meekly. "Good." He whispered, then wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
"I love you,," she whispered. She took his hand.
"Love you, too." He breathed. He stroked her hair until she fell asleep. Her last thought before slipping into a delicious unconsciousness was, I am so lucky…things couldn't be more perfect.
