I'm 12 weeks into my pregnancy this week. Today, I've somehow managed to sleep in. My morning sickness has subsided tremendously. I'm feeling better than I have since becoming pregnant. That is, until I take a look in the mirror. I'm legitimately showing. Not extremely, it looks like a food baby right now, but it's definitely there.

Trying my best to ignore it, I go into mine and Ro's shared walk-in closet searching for something I look good enough in to wear to tell our friends the big news. After a good 20 minute search, I fall to my knees on the floor of the closet and just sob semi-silently. Within moments, I'm being picked up and put on Ro's left hip as he carries me back to bed.

He strips me of my onesie and proceeds to kiss and nip all over my exposed body. He lingers at my stomach a bit longer than I'm comfortable with right now and I squirm in response. His broad right arm anchors me to the bed, placed right underneath my slight pudge and above the tops of my thighs on my pelvis area.

"Daddyyyyy!" I whine high in my throat as I arch my back as much as I can, my arm thrown over my eyes.

"Bad Dee. You know you don't ever hide from Daddy. Put your arm down. Now."

I comply and he immediately chimes in with his next instruction. "Daddy's going to put your legs on his shoulders and eat the amazing little boy pussy that keeps winkin' at me. I want you to scream for me, Sweet. Let the neighbors hear who's wreckin' this tight little pussy. You understand me, Deano?"

I look him dead in the eye. "Yes Daddy. I understand."

"Good boy, Deano. Now, Daddy's going to put his tongue in. Be a good sweet boy and DON'T move. Just be loud for me."

With that, he inserts his tongue slowly. Like, slower than molasses.

He growls against my skin once his tongue is all the way in me.

"Oh FUCK! Daddy spreading my little pussy so wide on that big fat tongue! Mmmm thank you, Daddy! Love when you eat my pussy. So good to your Sweet! Yessssssss."

He smiles up at me with his tongue still deep inside me right before I feel his wet muscle lay flat against my prostate and I cum. A lot. But, as soon as I cum off of my high, he wants to talk.

"Now, you want to tell Daddy why I found you sobbing on the floor of the closet at 9 am on a Saturday? He firmly grips my thigh. To an outsider, it would look like a loving, even slightly sensual grip. To me, it means 'Don't lie to me, Dean.'

I put my head down and twirl my fingers as I try to speak. "'Cause I'm fat, Daddy."

Daddy blows out the breath he was holding that I know means he's slightly frustrated but trying not to get angry with me. "Deano, baby, you are not fat. You are carrying a child in your body. Our child. This is ours. Please don't ever think you are fat. You're carrying this baby beautifully and I'm so proud of you and so honored to have been chosen to be this baby's parents. I love you." He runs his fingers through my hair as he speaks.

"Will Daddy still love me when I'm full blown like 40 weeks pregnant? Right before I have baby bear?" I ask; uncertainty prevalent in my quivering voice.

"Of course, my sweet one. Daddy's gonna love you no matter what. I love you more and more every day. Even as your body changes and your moods sometimes go a bit haywire. I love you even when you crave pickles and Hershey's syrup or flaming hot Cheetos at 2 am. Daddy loves you and Daddy loves this baby." Overcome with emotion, and tears streaming down my cheeks, I grab Ro's face and immediately make out with him. He chuckles before kissing me back tenfold.

"Does Daddy's pretty baby wanna wear your half harness piece underneath your favorite hoodie of mine for our big day? I know you have to be my big Deano for a bit, but Daddy can bend the rules for my Sweet sometimes." He smiles.

"Oh yes, pretty please Daddy. I'll be such a good big boy today. I clap excitedly and reach across the bed to my night stand for the harness and place it gently in my daddy's hands before turning my back to him and lowering my head; ready for him to put it on me.

"Good boy." He says as he clicks the last piece into place and then picks me up and places me back on his hip and goes to the walk-in closet in search of my favorite Roman Reigns black merch hoodie and my baggiest sweats; helping me into them with a broad smile across his face.