More to come, I promise.
I woke up this morning feeling extremely nauseated. I told Christian there was no reason for him to miss work, but he refused when he found me hunched over the toilet seat.
As usual he's overreacting, but again this is Christian we're talking about.
"Ana," he sighs coming into our bedroom and sits next to me on the bed. I want to laugh at how slowly he sits so he doesn't disrupt my laying position.
"I called my mother, she'll be here in about fifteen minutes," I want to protest and say he's being unreasonable, but the pleading look he sends my way is enough to shut me up. "Just to make sure you and the baby are okay."
"Christian I feel better." I say taking hold of his hand and bringing it to rest on top of my now 6 month belly. "It must've been something I ate last night."
"It might have been Ana, but I'm not taking chances when it comes to you and our son." I close my eyes, enjoying the smooth rhythmic motion his hand makes while he gently rubs my belly.
"Ana sweetheart can you wake up?" I hear Grace's motherly tone of voice break through my sleepy subconscious.
I know that once I open my eyes I'll have a sudden urge to vomit and it's not something I look forward to.
"Ana darling, I need for you to wake up so I can check on you." Grace attempts again and I do as I'm told.
Gently I sit up from the bed and as soon as I open my eyes I am hit with a wave of nausea. Luckily I haven't had anything solid to eat, and all I seem to regurgitate is the Jello, Ice Pops, and the Pedialyte my doctor recommended I take for any severe vomiting.
I don't have to move far, for I know Christian is standing between my legs holding a wastebasket incase I want to empty my stomach contents.
"Mom she's been like this since she woke up at five this morning and it's already ten after two. What's wrong mom?" I don't have to look at him to know how worried he is, I can hear it in his voice.
"Oh honey she'll be fine."
"How can you be sure?"
"Well I'm not, but I refuse to be negative." Grace says playfully and I would laugh if I wasn't so scared that it would cause another round of dry heaves.
"Mother." I look up just in time to see him slowly shake his head at her, and I smile.
Fifteen minutes later Grace has advised me to soak in a warm bath to see if Teddy would move and relieve the pressure he's causing me on my stomach. She told us since I have a small figure teddy doesn't have much room to move about. And sometimes when he stretches he may move my stomach upward, causing food or stomach acid to flow up my trachea. I became grateful I had nausea, when she mentioned heartburn.
So here I am sitting in a warm bath. Alone.
After Grace left, Christian took it upon himself to prepare the bath, I asked him to join me but he refused. So here I am again alone.
I can feel myself pout while I rub my tummy. As much as I wanted him here, I'm slightly enjoying the time I have for myself.
Leaning back I rest my head on the small cushion Christian had installed on the back of the tub. Closing my eyes I drift off to one of my favorite memories.
"Christian!" I screeched and laughed while he gently held onto both my arms making sure I wouldn't fall.
"This is ridiculous, Christian. Can I take off the blindfold?" I was laughing and shockingly excited. I didn't like surprises, but Christian was always full of them.
"Not just yet." I couldn't see him, but I could hear his smile.
"I feel like we are going around in circles." I was adamant that he was playing some silly game with me and he'd have me walk around in circles, but that wasn't the case.
"Okay," he spoke and stopped in front of me. "Before you take the blindfold off I want you to know one thing." he stopped and gave me a kiss. "I love you."
It wasn't the first time he spoke those words to me, but never the less I knew they meant just as much or maybe more as they did the first time he declared his love for me two months after we bumped into eachother at the gala.
"Can I take it off?" I impatiently asked, and I heard his chuckle.
"Yes Ana, you may." he answered my question.
Once I removed it, it took a moment for my eyes to settle from the glare of the mid afternoon sunset. When my eyes no longer stung I began to scan the magnificent scenery that laid before me.
"Where are we?" I asked, still in awe of such a beautiful place.
"Home." he answered.
"What?" I whispered still unsure of what he was talking about.
"I bought this house." He shrugged his shoulders.
My hands clasped my mouth when it finally hit me. He bought us a house. A beautiful one at that.
My eyes scanned every direction possible while I tried to absorb the beauty that was before me. The house reminded me of a two story European French Country Victorian. The long wide meadow looked incredible and in the background was the Sound, with a small white fence in between. It was perfect.
I was so absorbed in the sight before I didn't realize I had tears streaming down my cheeks, until he gently swiped his thumbs under my eyes.
"If there is something you don't like, we can fix it. Change it if you want to." He spoke mistaking my shock for fear.
Little did he know I was in love with the house as it was.
"Baby, you're going to prune." I smile, refusing to open my eyes.
"I think he moved." I confess and move my arm from the edge of the tub, inside the still warm water and place my hand over my fully submerged belly.
"Do you still feel sick?" Christian asks stepping closer kneeling beside me so he can caress my belly as well.
"No," I smile and turn my gaze to him, and truly look at him. He hasn't aged. He's still the same man I met at the Gala four years ago.
Blushing he smiles at my intense stare and shakes his head, "What are you thinking about Anastasia?"
I happily sigh, and answer. "How much you love me. How much you've done for me. How happy you make me," I take a shuddering breath and continue my confession of gratitude I have for him. "You've given me more than I have ever expected to have. You gave me hope. You gave me love. You gave me you. You gave me a shoulder to cry on. You gave me praises and encouragement when I needed them the most. You opened your arms to me and you have never let me fall."
"Oh baby," he shakes his head and smiles lovingly at me. "You have done the same for me," gently he lays a kiss on my lips and continues, "You have given me so much more." His eyes bore into my soul as he confesses just his hand moves around my belly. Message received.
I pull him towards me by the collar of his shirt and he willingly gets in the tub fully clothed and lays on top of me mindful of my tummy.
Moving my lips in rhythm with his, he hurriedly discards all of his wet clothing making them land with a thump on the tile floor.
Gently and slowly I feel him insert his fingers inside me, "I love you, and everyday I have you with me I grow to love you more."
I simply nod, because I have no words. This man loves me. And God knows I love him just as much.
I lay my head back and close my eyes at the feel of his fingers dancing in and around my core. "Do you want to go to bed?"
I shake my head, "No, take me here."
"Thank fuck." he whispers and inserts his fully erect cock pushing my back up the tub and splashing water on the floor in the process.
I giggle and it soon turns into a groan when he latches onto my breast and sucks my nipples with such force I can feel my inner walls spasm.
"Damn are you sensitive?" Christian questions when he looks at me and smirks when I nod yes.
"I'm going to have so much fun with you right now." My eyes widen when he pinches my other nipple and my core once again clenches.
"If you keep doing that I'm going to cum baby." he growls and moves at a faster rhythm not caring about the water that's spilling out of the tub.
Taking a deep breath, when I feel Christian's cock hitting that one spot, I run my hands down his back leaving angry red markings.
He groans and goes faster and if possible deeper, into my core. "Baby you're fucking with my control." He grunts louder and I contract around his cock.
"I'm going to cum Christian." I moan and my inner walls hold tight to his cock with such a grip he cums soon after.
When did we come to bed? I have no clue.
I can just hear Christian's soothing voice while he reads to our son just as darkness takes over and the only thought that runs in my head is how lucky I am.
"And for all I know he is sitting there still, under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers just quietly."