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Some feels, smut, and baby talk!
Addalyn looked in the mirror studiously as she ran the flat iron carefully through the last chunk of her auburn hair. After two accidental burns already, she didn't want to chance any more and thus focused intently on the task.
A quick rap on the door sounded before Dean pushed it open.
"What's up?" she asked, not adverting her eyes from the mirror.
When he let out a soft whistle, she finally gave in and looked over to find him grinning.
"You look amazing babe," he said, wetting his lips.
She couldn't stop a slight blush as she rolled her eyes.
"I haven't even done my makeup yet," she retorted.
"Yeah, I know," he replied.
He slid the rest of the way in the room and came behind her, carefully hooking his arms around her sides and resting his hands on her rounded belly.
"You look good with or without make up," he added as their eyes met in the mirror.
"Mm, let's agree to disagree," she said back softly.
His expression showed that he was not amused but he didn't argue back. Returning to her hair, she finished the last bit and clicked the iron off before fluffing out her hair critically.
At a little over 32 weeks she was feeling less than stellar so she was starting to try to make up for it by doing her hair and make up as well as she could every day. It couldn't hide her swelling body though. Her maternity pants were getting tight in the bottom and thighs and her bras were all too small except for two, plus her shirts were starting to show her belly if she wasn't careful. She felt over all too large and unappealing. Her mood swings didn't help either, only serving to make her feel even worse because she often took them out on Dean. As she went to pick up her powder brush with a sigh, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
"What-"
"Turn around," he said simply, pulling away and leading her into a spin.
When she was facing him, she simply stared in confusion and some irritation.
"We have forty five minutes to get in the car and go, Dean. I need to finish this and get dressed," she informed him.
He gave her an eye roll before cupping her cheeks.
"I know what time it is but this is more important," he murmured, ducking down and giving her a soft kiss.
Addalyn sighed through her nose with annoyance but didn't push him away. Did he not realize that it took her a while to do her makeup?
"Will you please not put on make up today?" he asked.
Her brows furrowed at that.
"What, why?" she replied.
His thumbs rubbed her cheeks as he kissed her again.
"Don't think I haven't noticed how often you've been dolling yourself up."
"So what? It makes me look better," she groaned.
His eyes flashed as his expression turned stern.
"No, it doesn't."
Her heart jumped as her mouth fell open. Was he... insulting her?
"Excuse me?!"
"Damn it. Not like that. Listen to me Addy. You're beautiful with your make up, but without out, you glow. You don't need make up to look good because you're naturally fucking stunning, baby," he explained.
She felt her cheeks getting hot again as she shut her eyes. Of course he wasn't insulting her. Ever since that one disagreement, he'd never spoken ill towards her. Why would he start now?
"I'm sorry. God, I don't even recognize myself anymore. I'm just always so irritated and tired and sore. I want to be one of those bouncing happy preggos but I'm not. I'm-"
"You're pregnant with twins and perfect," he cut in, shutting down any of her negative speak immediately, "And if you say otherwise, I'll have to spank you."
With a giggle, she blinked away the wetness that had gathered in her eyes and leaned into his chest.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he replied softly, rubbing her lower back.
A groan came out softly and she practically turned to putty in his arms.
"We've got forty minutes. Go lay down, right now."
"But-"
"No back talk. Go. Lay. Down," he said firmly.
She nodded and headed into the bedroom, reclining on her huge pile of pillows and watching him head to the closet. He dug through the rack until he made a triumphant noise and brought out one of the dresses they had bought early on. It was light blue with a flowy bottom.
"This okay?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"Sure, if it'll fit," she replied.
"Good, get undressed then," he said.
The grin on his face transformed into a smirk as she let out a groan mixed with a laugh.
"You just wanted to get me naked?" she asked.
"Mm, maybe."
Jumping on the bed, he crawled over her quickly and kissed her with abandon, hands working up her sleep shirt. She lifted with his help and it went flying across the room, leaving her bare as she didn't have anything on under it. The niggles of arousal started up as he kissed down her neck.
"D- Do we have time for this?" she asked softly.
Her fingers delved into his copper blonde curls and tugged slightly as she gasped from his teeth scraping her skin.
"We'll make time," he murmured.
Whimpering, she moved her other hand to grip at his shoulder as he moved on down. He sat up onto his knees a bit, placing his hand below her arm to balance himself, while his free hand took hold of her breast and squeezed. His fingers moved up tight, pulling up and rolling over her nipple repeatedly until he moaned along with her.
"There we go," he groaned.
Pleasure filled her fast as he sucked long and slow. A blush crossed her cheeks as she felt her other one start leaking in tandem.
She went to cover it but he managed to smack her hand away, popping off one nub just to trade it for the other.
Pussy throbbing in want, she wriggled in place.
"Dean, please, more," she begged in a needy tone.
Her lover growled, sucked so hard she cried out, then pulled back to smash their lips together. Without a word he nestled between her hips and shoved his cock in fast. The sudden bliss was blinding. She cried out against his mouth just to be silenced by his tongue. He was careful of her stomach but otherwise pounded into her hard. It felt amazing, but she craved just a bit more. Releasing him entirely, she grabbed at her breasts and squeezed her nipples hard.
"Shit baby," he groaned as he drew back, eyes narrowed on the sight of her now wet fingers playing with her sensitive peaks, "Need you on top. That okay?"
As soon as she nodded, he jerked out and rolled on to his back. His cock stood out proudly and she couldn't help wanting to taste him. Crawling on her knees, she knelt by him and hurriedly sucked him onto her mouth.
"God damn it Addy," he rasped, hips thrusting up powerfully.
Fingers tangled in her hair and forced her off.
"Pussy on my dick now kitten. You can drink my cum later," he snarled.
He guided her with a painful grip on her locks until she sat right back on his cock, causing her to moan loudly and shudder.
"Lean over me."
She planted her hands by his head and he led her down until he was able to lean up and suck her nipple between his lips.
"Oh god!" She gasped.
One hand grabbed her hip and held her in place as he started thrusting up fast and hard. The dual stimulation had an immediate effect, her body twitching with the pleasure unleashing in her core. Cupping the back of his head with a hand, she pulled him up closer as his name came from her lips in a cry.
"I'm gonna cum daddy!"
Dean huskily growled around her bud and his free hand grabbed her other breast and rubbed down, drawing more milk out. Embarrassment hit her as some fell on his cheek but he simply sucked on the one in his mouth harder. It was too much. With a whorish moan, she felt her orgasm hit her hard. Riding back against his thrusts, she squeezed her cunt muscles around his hardening cock as she gushed again, the aftershocks of bliss still thrumming through her body.
"Cum for me daddy," she moaned.
His form went rigid beneath her as both hands went to her ass and smacked hard, yanking her roughly down until his cock hit her cervix and pulsed until his hot release filled her pussy.
After taking a moment to breathe, she rolled off carefully and panted heavily. Her eyes took in his relaxed expression and she felt a little uncomfortable as she saw the milky white droplets on his face.
"I'm really surprised that doesn't bother you," she murmured, brushing them away.
"Does my cum on your face bother you?" he asked, making her snort and blush.
"Well no, but-"
"That's much worse than breast milk."
She shrugged but had to admit he easily soothed her fears. Smiling, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Come on, we gotta finish getting ready!"
…
"So I have to head a c-section?" Addalyn asked in a worried tone.
Her hand gripped Dean's tightly as fear coursed through her body.
With a sigh, Dr. Richards nodded yes.
"With baby A still being breech, it's possible that he won't turn before it's time. That being said, multiple births vaginally are slightly risky to begin with. If baby A flips over before then and you'd wish to go through a trail of labor, we can talk about it then, otherwise it will be necessary to have a C-section," he explained.
"What do you think babe?" Dean asked quietly.
"I-I'm scared to do that," she admitted weakly, "I don't want to have to be cut open."
"I understand your worry. If you choose to go through with the surgery, I will cover everything with you before hand and all the way up until delivery. It's become a very safe method of delivery Addy," Dr. Richards said with a small smile, "But ultimately, as long as baby turns and it's deemed safe for the three of you, it's your choice."
Addalyn hesitated then grimaced as her heart fluttered as she worried more.
"Which is safer for the babies?" She asked.
"C-Section has a better chance of success for both babies to make it out safely without any issues," he replied.
It was terrifying to think about. She'd done a little bit of research on everything that could happen and this was one of the things she'd really hoped to avoid.
"Then let's do it," she replied.
"Are you sure? You can always change your mind if baby flips," he assured her.
"I'm sure, unless he moves," She explained with a nod.
Dean squeezed her hand before pulling it up and kissing her knuckles softly.
"You're so damn brave," he murmured as he ran his lips against her fingers.
As she watched the doctor typing stuff into the computer she didn't feel brave. In fact she felt like a coward. All she wanted to do was run away from it but she couldn't. Rubbing her hand over her belly, a bit of her worry went away as she felt a strong kick.
It had to be done. For them. She'd do anything for them. She had to be brave.
"Unless things change, I'm looking at about July 11th for the date. You'll be thirty eight weeks and a day. Does that sound agreeable for now?" he asked.
With a sigh, she nodded.
"Sure, as good a day as any," she murmured.
"It'll be okay Addy," he assured her, "As we get closer, I'd be glad to talk you through any fears you have."
"Okay," she agreed.
Despite all his assurances, she couldn't stop her anxiety from kicking up quite a bit, triggering her heart to keep fluttering and hurting. She would have to be cut open, hands digging around in her uterus, babies pulled out of her belly. The mental image made her want to puke, but she held it back.
After some more talk about keeping her weight gain up because she hadn't gained as much as expected, and planning one more ultrasound later to assure the position of baby A, they were let out of the office. Her stomach was still clenched in worry as they left the building and she could only hope it'd go away soon with more knowledge. When they got settled in the car, she grabbed Dean's hand again for comfort.
"You gonna be okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's just- I didn't think about the actual birth before," she admitted, "I did research on natural births and everything but I didn't think about the fact that there will be two babies born."
"I know. It makes me nervous," he said with a shrug, "But we'll do research and everything, and Dr. Richards seems confident that it's a good option."
She nodded and said, "Yeah, yeah that's true."
"What do you say we go home and read that "What to Expect" book some more? Surely there's some stuff in there. We can make up some alfredo pasta and read together. Just do a night in?"
A good warmth spread across her chest at the idea and she eagerly agreed. She could use a simple night with her love.
