Chapter 71
Before anyone knew it, a month had passed since the Dominion was taken down and life had returned to Wonderful. Mark kept the magic barrier up, just to keep out unwanted people or stragglers from the Dominion looking for revenge. Some of them had shown up and were taken down outside of the gates, away from everyone. Abigail was now 3 months along and feeling a lot better, her stomach having a very small bump. She busied herself with the library – The Ambrose Library – which was coming along nicely, along with her duties in the medical wing.
Naturally, just as she suspected, Mark had been named the new governor of Wonderful and had his hands full, especially when it came to laws being in place and whatnot. Abigail and Mark rarely saw each other except at night and, when they did, they slept. There was no sex and Abigail had come to the conclusion he wasn't interested in sexing up a pregnant woman. Maybe he didn't find a pregnant woman sexy…she didn't know and just threw herself into her work, going from sun up to sundown and crashing after dinner. Sometimes, she was out like a light before Mark came back to the tower and when she woke up in the morning, he was gone to do his duties.
His problem was being tired all the damn time. When they had relied on him to play leader as a matter of survival, that had been different; that had come naturally. Now…now people wanted to restart civilization and were looking at him to be the one to guide them there. Had they met him? He was called the Undertaker; he did not see that getting printed on any currency. And then there were the matter of stupid situations starting to happen around Wonderful, just crazy weird random things, and it was starting to make him think he was losing his mind. Jeff kept reassuring him that it was just a first-time Dad thing, he doubted it.
It was a stormy night as Abigail ate her food, now able to keep it down and looked a lot better than she had, less frail. She was reading a pregnancy book called 'What to Expect When You're Expecting'; it was something she read little by little every night before bed, if she wasn't too tired. She raised a slow brow at the picture and turned the page to continue when she heard the heavy door downstairs open and close. Abigail had a short-sleeved lavender nightgown on that went to her knees since it was now chilly outside, the summer weather disappearing. She didn't look his way and continued to read, taking a bite out of her fresh salad with a bunch of vegetables and ranch dressing, seated at the table. Mark did not condone eating in bed, she had done it once before and he'd told her there was a table for a reason. Crossing one leg over the other, she popped a piece of cucumber in her mouth and stifled a yawn, the medical wing, and library taking a lot out of her lately.
She was eating again and seemed to be getting into the swing of her pregnancy, though…most women did when they entered their second trimester. He kicked off his boots and walked over to drop down in front of her, pulling Abigail's chair away from the table so he could lean in and rest his forehead against her stomach. He began laughing into the nightgown she wore when she put her hands and that book on top of his head and continued reading.
"Really, darlin'?"
"You can nuzzle my stomach all you want, doesn't mean I'm not gonna continue eating and reading, big man."
Mark was affectionate as far as her stomach went, but no intimacy of any kind besides occasional kisses and hugs here and there. She loved him, but maybe Mark didn't love her anymore and that made her heart twinge painfully in her chest at the thought. Abigail shoved those thoughts out of her mind as she continued reading, popping a tomato in her mouth this time. Plenty of fruits, vegetables, greens, and meat was the best thing for the baby. Though, her craving was syrup – lots and lots of syrup with any kind of breakfast food smothered in it.
Her first trimester, she had been a puke comet and he had been so busy, it had been a wonder he had had time to stop and take a 30-second piss half the time. Now… now it was just a matter of communication. She always seemed so tired by the time he made it up to the tower, or she was already asleep. Taker had spent quite a few nights in the shower long after she was asleep, chafing his hand.
"How're you feeling tonight, Abbie?" Maybe it was time to start testing those waters again.
He wanted to talk to her, so Abigail took the book off his head to set it on the table and slid her fingers through his dark red hair. "I feel better than I have in a while." She answered truthfully, feeling him press soft kisses along the small bump her stomach formed and reached over to take another bite of her salad. "Tired, but that's to be expected with pregnancy. Stephanie said she didn't stop being tired throughout her whole pregnancy. But at least I don't feel dead on my feet, it's a good tired."
"Your body is working overtime to make another human being, darlin'. I've always been impressed with how women still manage to do everything else they do when they're pregnant." It took a woman roughly 10 months to create a baby: eyes, toes, organs, skin…that right there was a miracle. Since she was eating, he moved away and up into a chair, studying her thoughtfully. "How's your sex drive, Abbie?" Taker grinned when her fork dropped.
Did he REALLY have to ask her that while she was eating? It was a miracle she hadn't choked on her salad as she chewed slowly, swallowing it somewhat hard. How was she supposed to know how her sex drive was?
"I-I don't really know anymore. Haven't felt those…urges lately, I guess."
Considering they hadn't had sex in roughly a month and a half, maybe even two months, Abigail didn't know how her sex drive was. She picked her fork back up and started eating again, trying to get her face to stop burning. Crimson and flushed, she wasn't sure how else to answer that incredibly awkward question.
"How's yours?" There, he could feel awkward now.
He wasn't awkward at all. Unlike her, he had been sexually active for most of his adult life, not after age 26. "I keep thinking, darlin', every night I come up here to you, that I'm going to fuck your delicious, pregnant ass into that mattress and then…by the time I get up here, I'm either dead on my feet or you're passed out."
Tonight was not one of those nights. Though, Abigail was also looking pretty flushed, so he passed her the glass of water it looked like she had been drinking out of. Taking the water, she sucked it down and set the glass back down, trying to wrap her mind around what he just said. Mark was a blunt man, quiet and reserved at times, but there were also times, like now, where he was extremely blunt. Honesty, she had to be honest with him and didn't even know where to begin, looking somewhat perplexed.
"I um…I didn't think you were interested in me anymore. Or maybe you just don't find me sexy when pregnant, which I understand since I'm fat now." Her eyes lowered, wringing her hands in her lap. "That's why I've been pulling double-duty with both the medical wing and the library."
"Darlin', I've been very tired, but I'm damn interested." His emerald gaze raked over her and that nightgown she was wearing. It clung to her curves, and to the slight bump she was sporting. His bump. Their baby. "And as for you being fat, you are not fat…" Taker was moving again, on his knees before her, his hands moving up her calves and skimming higher. "You are luscious… Abigail…" He was leaning forward, bringing his head in to kiss the area right above her knee and right below when her drawn-up hemline stopped.
Every part of her body was a lot more sensitive because of the pregnancy, so just a simple brush of his lips against her thigh was enough to make her tremble. "I-I am?" She smiled at his nod, feeling him moving up while bunching the nightgown in his hands until her white cotton panties, with a colored design, came into view. Because they weren't completely white, Abigail could wear them without getting bad feelings from the past…and they were comfortable. "I've missed you." She breathed out, sliding her fingers through his hair, and gasped out as his nose brushed against her panty-covered crotch.
Good, it was gratifying to know that she had physically missed him as much as he had been missing her. His hands were on her knees, gently but firmly parting her legs and when he was nestled, kneeling, between them, he reached behind, just underneath, to grab her backside. Taker pulled her towards him and then reached up to gently push her upper body back into the chair, peering up at her.
"You're not attached to these panties, are you?"
Missing him was an understatement.
Abigail's body hungered and craved him, her reactions and face told him all he needed to know. "No, but please don't rip them off."
She didn't have many panties that were comfortable like these and smiled as his teeth gripped the front of them before slowly pulling them down her legs, all the while keeping her exactly where he wanted her in the chair. Abigail would've rather done this in bed, but wasn't complaining either. Thirsting for his attention, she shuddered as his lips caressed her inner thighs.
"M-Mark…sensitive, I'm sensitive…" She was already soaking for him.
"Oh, I bet, darlin'…" He murmured, letting his tongue run along her warm skin, a hand on her other thigh.
Eventually, he'd move her to the bed, but for now… he rather liked kneeling at her feet, between her legs, of his own personal goddess. He had even placed her panties behind him in the chair he had vacated. She smelled delicious and finally, Taker stopped teasing them both, burying his face directly into that sensitive spot.
Why was she tingling from head to toe? Why did everything feel more intense now that she was pregnant? She had to grip the armrests of the chair, not wanting to rip Mark's hair out. Abigail squirmed and writhed, crying out because of how incredible his tongue felt inside of her. Driving in and out of her, his fingers added even more intensity and fire, which was exactly what her entire body felt like. She felt like it was on fire from head to toe.
"C-Christ…oh Mark…Mark!" Abigail needed to climax, she needed to cum harder than she ever had before and whimpered, feeling the hot coil within her stomach threatening to spring free.
Just a little longer, a little more, and she'd shatter.
Never moving his mouth away from her, he reached up to grab her hands off the armrests of the chair and guided them to his hair. Not once had she pulled his hair and, while he appreciated that, it was also… well, he wanted her to pull his hair. Taker wanted to feel just how much he was driving her crazy. A second later, he had his answer because Abigail was fisting his long, thick locks and he growled against her clit before lapping at her juices, his chin already drenched.
Stars exploded in front of her eyes as she completely shattered against him, gripping his hair about as hard as she could, her entire body trembling. It was so intense, it caused tears to burn her eyes, her head whipping back and, if it wasn't for her fingers in his hair, she would've hit the back of the chair. Her sweet essence filled his mouth as Abigail bellowed his name, not caring if all of Wonderful heard them.
Slumped back against the chair, her grip loosened on his hair while she tried to learn how to breathe, chest rising and falling rapidly. When Mark finally pulled back, after drinking his fill from her body, Abigail moaned as his mouth crashed against hers, her arms wrapping around his neck, and felt him lift her from the chair, her legs bending to drape on either side of his waist. She tasted herself on his tongue, igniting her body all over again, and never broke the kiss, her hand caressing and massaging his neck.
Never breaking the kiss, Taker carried her over to their bed, lowering himself gently down onto the mattress and then lay her down on top of it. He remained in his kneeling position, the kiss finally broken, and just stared down at her. Abigail was beautiful, lying there, staring up at him out of hazy eyes, her swollen lips parted… how could she doubt he desired her? She really didn't know how gorgeous she was.
They would have to go slow because of the baby. If it wasn't for that book Stephanie gave her, Abigail wouldn't be doing this, period. She'd be afraid the penis could poke the baby or hurt it somehow, even though that was physically impossible. A penis wasn't THAT big after all, even though Mark was well-endowed. The way he looked down at her, desire filling his eyes, and how he touched her…it made Abigail feel beautiful and wanted, even with her slightly swollen bump.
Mark hadn't taken her nightgown off yet, but that soon came off as he pulled her up gently to divest her of the rest of her clothing. Her boobs were really tender, so she didn't have a bra on currently. He kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose, mouth and made his way down her jaw to her neck, all the while caressing her breasts, and very lightly rolled her nipples between his fingers. Abigail had managed to tell him how sore and tender they were lately, and it did her heart good to know he had listened.
That book she had been reading, he had gotten it for Stephanie during his and Abigail's trip to the library, back in what felt like another lifetime. He hadn't anticipated then that his own pregnant woman would be using the book. Taker hadn't anticipated Abigail at all, actually.
"You are beautiful." He informed her, kissing his way down the valley of her breasts to her stomach, kissing and caressing that little bump of hers.
