This was actually a chapter meant for "Not supposed to be this way", but I felt it didn't move the plot forward so I pulled it. After some polishing, I think it makes a nice little one-shot for your reading pleasure...
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Gossip in the workplace spreads quicker than an elementary school virus. And though Daphne had kept her pregnancy under wraps, with her slim frame it was not a secret that she could keep forever. Soon, even her most loose fitting dresses and suits revealed the new life she was carrying.
She had never stated to anyone publicly that Fred was the father, but everyone at the office easily connected the dots. In recent weeks, Fred had endured unsolicited advice from his coworkers regarding his impending fatherhood. Some of these tips actually seemed to have merit. But others, were just so absurd and baffling.
He had been warned that his sex life was bound to change, usually for the worse, even before the little tyke arrives. The mother-to-be's body and appearance will change, as will her sexual appetite. To some men, this would come as upsetting news, but to Fred, this seemed an utter impossibility.
Especially now.
If anything, in his very limited experience with a pregnant woman, it was the exact opposite.
Daphne most definitely had changed in these weeks of late pregnancy, her body having filled out in many places. Standing before him now, with her hands on her hips, and a scowl on face, she looked positively furious.
But gorgeously so.
"I was really hoping we could go out tonight and catch a movie," she huffed, swishing her hair behind an ear, "You said you'd be home a little late, but not four hours late!"
Fred tried to focus on her words, and maintain eye contact, but it was so difficult when she looked as beautiful as she did.
A violet silk robe hung loosely around her shoulders, not tied in the center, and left completely open. Her black lace bra and panties fit her well, but could not hide the way her body had grown. Her stomach was perfectly rounded, and her breast size had nearly doubled. The view made his hands twitch with the urge to touch her, to hold a full breast in his palm...
"Freddie," she hissed, "are you even listening to me?"
Fred smiled with a shrug, clearly admitting his guilt. "Sorry. I can't help it. I knew that you'd look different this far along, but I just wasn't expecting…"
His words had the opposite effect, however, and her face fell. Instead of anger, Daphne's expression was replaced with embarrassment and hurt, a slight blush now coloring her cheeks.
"I know," she said sadly, "I don't even recognize myself anymore. I can't fit into any of my favorite dresses. It's like I'm a stranger in my own body."
This time it was Fred's turn to frown. This is certainly not how he'd anticipated this scenario to play out.
"I know I'm not as thin as Gretchen...," on the verge of tears now, she began tying up her robe, shielding herself from Fred's gaze.
Stepping forward, he halted her hands. Fred gently untied her robe again, pushing it back open and letting the silk slide down her arms lazily. "No, you are absolutely nothing like Gretchen."
He then spread his hand out over her stomach, trying to touch as much of her flesh as possible. Leaning his forehead to hers, his next words were spoken softly, "That's why I find you so irresistible like this."
Normally when he caressed her belly, his intentions were different, more tender. A curious father just feeling the movements of their baby. This time though, Fred's touch was obviously more sensuous.
Placing delicate kisses across her jawline, he ghosted the backs of his fingers over the taught skin of her stomach, before slipping under her robe and groping her bottom.
She sighed into Fred's gentle caresses, and heard rather than felt the clasp of her bra coming undone. Daphne shivered as a hint of his tongue teased her neck, his hands pushing her panties down and exploring between her thighs.
In a land that seemed so far away at the moment, she heard the sound of the bathtub facet running.
"I was planning on taking a bath," he stated, reading her confused expression. He stepped back, pulling his own shirt off and tossing it away.
"Oh," she shuffled on her feet, feeling more than a little disappointed at the loss of contact, "I'm sorry. I thought-"
"Care to join me?" Fred grinned, as he undid his belt from his jeans.
Concern crossed her face, "That might've worked before, but there's no way we could both fit in there now."
"I build traps for fun, Daph. I'll find a way to make it work."
He eased himself in the warm water, and motioned for her to join him. Full of doubt and with her hands on her hips, she finally gave in and climbed above him, waiting for his instruction.
"Just sit here on my lap and lean back against my chest."
With a little extra effort, she did as he said, and they both found the new position surprisingly comfortable, yet snug.
Fred always had the ability to draw her insecurities away, and she relaxed further into him. She let him run soapy water over her breasts, where he took his time and lingered over her sensitive nipples longer than was necessary, drawing imaginary shapes into her skin.
Shifting suddenly, he spread his legs more, her knees now spanning outwards over his own. From this changed position she could feel his cock against her bottom, insistent and erect.
Chuckling, Daphne placed her hand over Fred's, "So I take it this isn't an innocent bath?"
His fingers drifted briefly across her stomach before going lower, "I can't help it. You're entrancing this way. To be honest, I don't think any activity we do is going to be entirely innocent."
To prove his point, he began rubbing her nub gently, her body already slick from the water. Daphne bit her bottom lip as he worked, letting slight moans escape that were almost inaudible if not for his head pressed in close to hers.
When her legs started to quiver and her breathing was heavy, she reached behind herself, grabbing his wet hair.
"Yeah?", he smiled knowingly into her neck, "Is there something you want?"
Her other hand squeezed his leg in response, "Don't tease me. You know exactly what I want."
He laughed out loud and the happy sound made her grin, "Who said anything about teasing? I'm a man of action."
And with that, his hand vanished from her clit and aligned his length underneath her, poised at her entrance.
Daphne hissed through her teeth,"There's no way we can-"
"I'll be the judge of that, Ms. Blake," he said, remarkably calm.
It was the only warning he gave before he thrusted upwards, and in one smooth motion he was completely inside of her.
Daphne cried out at the penetration, her head falling back to rest on Fred's shoulder, her eyes closed in pleasure. He grunted as he moved against her, his movements delightfully deep with this angle.
As Fred rocked into her, Daphne's nails dug into the skin of his legs. He'd find tiny welts there later, but at the moment the slight pain only added to his current bliss.
Distantly, Fred could hear water sloshing over the rim of the tub. Daphne must have heard it too, because she made an attempt to rise up, "Oh no! We're making-"
"If you're able to focus on anything other than me inside you right now, then I'm not doing you justice," he growled into her ear.
She groaned at his blunt words, feeling fire and lust course through her veins. She wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do next, but exhilarated to find out.
His hands came down around her thighs, spreading her wider for him. Daphne moaned low in her throat, his thrusts now going too deep, yet not deep enough.
"Can't you feel how badly I want you?" Fred breathed across her skin, "How badly I need you?"
Daphne whimpered at his voice, and he took that as his cue to go harder, faster. He didn't want to stop until she was shaking and broken atop him, with no ability for her to have such silly insecurities.
"I want you like this every day," he snarled, his hammering thrusts becoming less refined, "Just like this."
Daphne's loud cries were now echoing off the tile walls, the watery mess on the floor completely forgotten.
There are many things that imprint themselves into Fred's memory, but one that will always remain in his brain until his dying day is the feel of Daphne clenching around him as she comes and the helpless sounds she makes, as if he alone is her only anchor to this world.
He can't blame her when she's so vulnerable like this, because she's his anchor, too.
As she starts to come down from her high, Fred finally reaches his as he pulls her down hard. He lays soft kisses across her back as he pulses inside, his groans muffled by her skin.
"I love you," he sighs, wrapping his arms around her, his hands comfortably resting on her stomach.
Daphne smiles then, even though he can't see it, "I know."
