February 7th, 2004

Week 14

Marisa tiptoed down the hallway. She was supposed to be napping, but she wasn't having it. Why sleep when you can have fun? She looked into the living room. Denise was sound asleep on the couch.

"I mommy." Marisa said as she tip toed into the garage aka Denise's home studio. She closed the door behind her. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at all the equipment.

Marisa climbed up onto a chair and stared at the table. Denise's camera sat there. Marisa grabbed it, laughing, and began to snap pictures.

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Denise stretched on the couch and opened her eyes. Had she fallen asleep? She glanced at the clock. God, a full hour. Denise sat up. Marisa could have painted the whole house by now.

"Risa?" Denise called out as she got up. "Marisa Paige Fischer? Where are you?" Denise rubbed her belly as she walked upstairs and looked into Marisa bedroom. She wasn't there, "Shit. MARISA!!!"

Denise went from room to room looking underneath everything. Marisa was small. She could squeeze in the tiniest places. Denise even checked outside, but didn't see any signs of her daughter. Panic started to set in when she looked towards her studio. The door was open.

"That little brat." Denise stalked over to the studio and walked in. She found three of her cameras sitting on the table and Marisa trying on some of Denise's clothes props. "MARISA!"

"I sorry!" Marisa's eyes grew large.

"You know you are never ever allowed in here!" Denise picked up her cameras and saw Marisa had taken seventy-three pictures.

"I snapped." Marisa said.

"I see that." Denise looked at her daughter, "There are over three thousand dollars worth of equipment in this room."

"Okay." Marisa said not really understanding. Denise sighed and looked back at her cameras.

"Let mommy develop your pictures." Denise said closing the door.

"I watch." Marisa said. Denise nodded as she closed the door.

"You can watch." Denise walked over to her developing table. Marisa watched with large eyes as Denise took the film out.

"Fowers and me." Marisa said.

"You took the camera outside?" Denise asked as she transferred the pictures.

"No." Marisa said.

"Don't lie to me." Denise said.

"Yes." Marisa mumbled. Denise shook her head.

"Mommy will get you a camera of your own if you promise to never ever touch mommy's camera's again." She said.

"Just mine?" Marisa asked.

"Just yours." Denise said as she began to develop the first roll. She couldn't help but to smile as she saw Marisa's masterpieces develop. She certainly did take some pictures of flowers and herself and they were utterly wonderful for a child her age.

"See? Fowers." Marisa beamed proudly.

"I see sweetheart." Denise smiled hanging up two pictures. "They're wonderful. Just wait until mommy gets your camera before you take anymore. I'll teach you how to take super ones." Marisa smiled looking at the pictures. Denise looked at them again. With a little training, Marisa could make thousands of dollars. Who was Denise kidding? She was only two.

February 21st, 2004

Week 16

Kenny walked into the house. it was abnormally quiet. Things like this didn't happen often.

"Denise?" He called out. She walked down the stairs dressed in a set of see through bra and panties. Kenny groaned as he looked her over, "Wow."

"Guess what." Denise smiled stepping down the stairs.

"Youre in the horny part of your pregnancy?" He asked.

"Well, yeah." Denise laughed, "But youre mother took Marisa for an over night stay." Kenny nodded as he put his case down.

"You mean the entire night? Not just for a few hours?" Kenny asked.

"By the definition of an over night stay...She's sleeping over." Denise said. She took his hand and put it on her hip, "I am very horny." Kenny groaned.

"I smell like work." He said.

"You smell hot." Denise nibbled at his ear. Kenny's body shivered, but he pushed her away.

"Let me take a shower, Den." Kenny said. Denise nodded.

"All right. I will be in the living room." She said. Kenny raced up the stairs. Alone time with his fiance. he had to get ready quickly.

"Okay, This is great." Kenny mumbled jumping into the shower. He shivered. The hot water hadn't kicked in yet. he really didn't care. He wanted to go downstairs and make love to his fiance. God, he loved this stage of the pregnancy.

With in three minutes, Kenny was done. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around him. He wasn't going to bather even getting dressed. his princess was waiting for him downstairs. Kenny almost fell down the stairs as he wran down.

"Took you long enough." Denise smiled when she saw him, "You haven't even dried off yet."

"I figure that could be your job." Kenny said. Denise stood up and walked over to Kenny. She touched his chest causing him to shiver.
"Let me see the towel." She pulled it from around his waist. Kenny stood there naked. he was so glad that there was a fire in the fireplace.

"All right." Kenny mumbled. Denise began to dry off his chest with the towel. That simple gesture was getting him very ready to be deep inside his fiance.

"You're so wet." Denise said. Kenny smiled slightly.

"Are you?" Kenny asked. Denise chuckled softly.

"Very." She said dropping the towel to the floor. "I need you." Kenny grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to the couch. He needed her and needed her badly, knowing in about a month She would feel too undesirable to even make a move.

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