I'm stirring awake around 11am. Starting off slowly, but soon turning hasty as I remove myself from Daddy's cock that was inside me all morning and run for the bathroom; making it just in time to empty my stomach into the porcelain bowl. I flush the toilet and try to go back to bed for a bit, but I can't sleep. So I reach under the bed for our memory scrapbook and the bin of decorations, going into the room we've decided will be the nursery and plopping down in the middle of the floor.

'Week 7-9: Baby bear, you're about as big as a raspberry today! Yay! Growing so nicely in Papa's tummy. You're craving lots of ice cream right now. We love you, baby bear.'

This page, I make lots of neutral colors. Yellow, purple, green, etc. Then, I stand in the bathroom and take my weekly belly photo and attach week 7 and 8 as well as 9 onto this page. Smiling to myself as I close the book and look around the room. I look at the clock; it's almost noon. I go wake up Ro.

I climb on the bed and straddle his bare chest. "Dadddyyyyyyyy. Wake up. Pretty please?" Then, I press a feather light, teasing kiss to his lips and he starts to stir, immediately catching my bottom lip with his teeth and then letting go to caress my tongue with his. Slowly, we both pull away.

"Mmm good morning, baby boy. Thank you for the wake up kisses."

"Silly daddy, it's noon! Time to wake up! Baby bear's hungry!" I giggle as I climb off the bed and pull him by his hands until he's standing up at the side of the bed.

Then, I hurry down the steps and immediately fall into my submissive pose at the bottom of the staircase. Always facing away from Daddy.

"Talk to me. Is this what you want today?"

I nod as I hear Daddy's footsteps in front of me now. "Yes Daddy. I'd like to submit. But I'd also like to make a request if you'd allow it." Still keeping my head down until instructed otherwise.

"You know the drill, Deano. When making a request, how should you stand?" I immediately rip off the oversized tee and sit up off my legs, interlocking my fingers behind my head and locking eyes with Daddy; cock hard as a rock bobbing freely and hole aflutter in anticipation. Ro squats down in front of me and places his index finger under my chin. "Good boy, Dee. Now, what would my baby like to request?"

"Some time on my leash, Sir. Want Daddy to lead me around for a bit. Doesn't have to be all day, but I really need to give up all control right now."

In complete silence, I tremble as my knees almost give out right before daddy speaks.

"Bring me your full harness combo, Dean." And he points back up the stairs. My legs are a bit wobbly at first, but I manage to get up the stairs and retrieve my harness. Then, I come back down and place the harness on the floor in front of me as I hit submissive stance once again.

"Thank you for allowing my request, Daddy. I love you." Daddy ruffles my hair and places a kiss to the top of my head before he proceeds to assemble the harness. I shiver as the leash is clasped into the O ring in the middle of my back, and the subsequent gentle tug as daddy wraps the extra chain around his hand. "Let's go get my sweet boy some food, yeah?" I nod rapidly.

The afternoon continues in this fashion. I spend a lot more time leashed than I had originally planned, but I can't complain. It's been nice not making any decisions for once. I'm currently sat on the floor between his legs as he sits on the couch, when he gently tugs on the leash; prompting me to look up at him.

"Deano, how about we do a little photo shoot, aye? Get some very sexy and very beautiful shots of my pregnant beauty. My sweet, sweet boy. You like that?" My hands clench against the carpet and my breath catches. "I thought you might. Alright baby, let's get some pictures!"

The first pose he has me do, is fairly simple. He stands to full height, attaches the leash to my collar this time and wraps the extra all around his forearm, pulling my neck back to look at him and he snaps the photo. The second one he wants is super risqué. Well, for me being pregnant, it feels like it. I'm placed in the middle of the living room on my stomach. I pull my knees up under me and spread them as much as possible. My chest pressed to the carpet under me and my arms outstretched as much as they can and crossed at the wrist, I'm looking back at the camera.

Then, he opens the blinds to our big picture window in the living room. I sit on the sill so I'm facing right and looking out the window. My left leg is dangling to the floor. My right leg is propped up on the sill, bent at the knee. I'm in full harness combo minus the leash. My left hand goes to my belly, my right holding my cock at the base. The next photo in our shoot is the same pose except my head is thrown back and my lip is caught between my teeth as my cock and hand are now covered in my release. Daddy takes a surprise photo of him cleaning up his baby's mess. The next photo is still at the window, except this time, the front of my body is pressed to the glass. My right-hand clawing about 3 inches above my head. My left-hand clawing level with my temple. Leash hanging down in between my ass cheeks. It's almost winter so the glass is frosted over. Written in the glass above me is 'I've been a bad boy'.

The next photo is probably my favorite. I'm sprawled out on my back in the middle of the floor with daddy towering over me; cock in hand. He strokes himself until he's on the brink and then just as he cums on me, he takes the photo. Daddy and I take a few more photos before he runs upstairs and then comes back down with the bin of scrapbook supplies, and another photo album. This one is red. Blood red. So pretty. He hands me the album as he gets the other supplies ready on the floor and then opens his legs and sets me in front of him between them. I run my fingertips over the cover of the album; mesmerized by the sensory experience I'm having. The leather against my rough skin, the cold album against my rapidly flushing heated palms. The blood red screaming at me like sirens.

Daddy pulls me out of my reverie by slightly tweaking my hardened nipples. I moan as my body falls back against his and my head lulls onto his shoulder.

"How about my pretty baby comes and sits on this dick and we put together a pretty little scrapbook of my pregnant little Sweet. How does that sound, baby?" He chuckles as I moaned again and immediately lifted and rearranged myself to sit on his thick, erect rod. "Oh fuck Daddy. You're so fuckin' big." Once he's balls deep, and I'm settled down. We start by downloading the pictures to daddy's secret laptop and then having them printed right then and there. At the top of the first page, Daddy writes '9 weeks pregnant Sweet. 1st photo shoot.' And we add the photos we took that day.