Week 18. Still craving sweets all the time. In fact, its 3 a.m. and I'm tossing and turning, debating whether to ask Ro to go get me some grape Laffy Taffy and some sweet watermelon. Pregnancy cravings, man. They kind of suck. It's now 3:10 and I'm so hungry I think I might cry. Instead, I stand up and grab the scrapbook bin from the nightstand. We had moved it there when I could no longer squat to get under the bed. Anyway, I carry the bin over to little bear's room and plop down on the rocking chair; spreading the supplies out on the card table we've temporarily put in here.

'Little Bear: Week 18.

Bear,

You've got Papa craving some weird foods, little bear. I mean, watermelon and Laffy Taffy? For real? (I laugh.) But other than that, you're starting to move in Papa's belly. I can feel your little flutters, but Daddy can't yet. He's jealous. (I smile to myself.) I hope you enjoy this scrapbook when you're older, bear. Daddy and Papa love you so very much and we cannot wait to meet you in about 22 weeks.

Papa

Once I finish the scrapbook page, I decide to get up and move around a bit. My back and hip pain only getting worse. It's about 4:30 a.m. when I hear movement down the hall so I pause; waiting for my man to come down.

"Deano?" He rubs his eyes to bring my shadow into focus. "What are you doing down here, babe? Should be resting. Come on, come back to bed."

I approach Ro and place my hands to his shoulders. "I'm fine, Romie. Was hungry so I came down to see what we had and then I added a new page to little bear's book and now I'm achy so I'm just walking a bit. I promise I'm okay." I peck his concerned frown.

"You're hungry and in pain? That's no good. Daddy has failed you, Sweet. Why didn't you wake me? I could help you. What do you want to eat? We'll get your belly all nice and full and then Daddy will massage you. Does that sound good?"

"Whoa, Daddy. Slow down. Yes, I'm hungry and yes, I'm a little achy. But you do not need to go out at 4:30 in the damn morning to get me anything. I'm craving watermelon and I happened to find some already sliced in the fridge yesterday, so I'll just eat that. However, I will take that massage." I grin at him goofily.

With that reassurance, he quickly goes to the fridge to grab the watermelon before taking my hand in his free one and escorting me back to bed. Once in the bedroom, he sets the food down on the nightstand then bids me to the bed. I lay down as much as I can on my stomach and side and Daddy proceeds to rub the eucalyptus mint stress-relief lotion all over my hips and lower back.

"Hmmm thank you, Daddy. Feels so much better already."

Ro rubs my body for approximately 10-15 minutes. Never once complaining about it. "Alright, sit up, Sweet. Daddy's going to massage your feet while you eat your watermelon." Once I finally convince Ro that he's done enough, it's near 5:15 a.m.

"Come on, love. Let's get you comfy. You need more sleep than you've been getting." I let him situate me even though I know this attempt will end up futile like the rest. Thinking Ro was coming to bed with me, I'm very confused when he slides down the bed. Until his face is pressed to my bump.

"Hi baby bear. This is your Daddy. I love you very, very much, but babe you gotta settle down so Daddy and Papa can get some sleep. Can you do that? Pretty please?" I tear up watching this precious interaction between father and baby.

Suddenly, I'm no longer in pain and my tummy flutters have died down tremendously. Baby shifted around to ease some of my pain and completely settled down.

Ro must've felt the shift in me, too. "Thank you, baby bear. We love you!" and with that, Daddy comes back up the bed to cradle me in his arms. Home sweet home. As I start to drift off, I suddenly remember… I didn't get my Laffy Taffy. Shit!

- Two Days Later -

We sit in Dr. Gates' office again. Another day, another check-up. We tell her all the interesting things we've been reading and learning about our little cub and she shares our excitement and gives it back to us tenfold. Baby is still growing as they should be. I'm feeling huge, but that's only because I'm a man; a tiny one at that, and also because baby's so healthy. They're measuring a little bit bigger than normal, but Dr. Gates says that's nothing to worry about.

"Would you gentlemen like to find out the gender of your little bundle of joy?" Dr. Gates sounds just as excited as we do when we talk about our little one.

I look at Ro to find him already looking back at me. We both shrug at each other and then nod at Dr. Gates.

"It looks like you two are having…. A happy, healthy, bouncing baby GIRL! Congrats, guys!"

After a long minute (or 20) of processing that information, Ro and I decide to make a store run. We grab some basic things like nipple pads for me, things for baby girl and then I see them. I didn't get my Laffy Taffy the other night, but these will more than make up for it; chocolate covered strawberries! One of my pre-pregnancy favorites.

"Daddy? Daddy!" I eagerly try to turn Ro's attention to the fruit.

"Yes, Sweet?"

"Chocolate covered strawberries! Can we get them, please?"

"Of course, love. Here you go." He hands them straight to me off the tall shelf they had resided on.

Once we've checked out and we're in the car, we start the 20-minute trek home and I swiftly pop the top off the strawberries and dig in. We're about half-way home when it hits me. I'm fucking horny. Not giving a single fuck that we're technically in public, I prop my leg up on the seat with me, balancing the half-eaten strawberries on my knee as I take my free hand and push it down my sweats, sighing when I reach my destination: my sweat-slick, fluttering hole.

"Fuck, Deano. What are you doing?" Ro sounds panicked.

"Eyes on the road, Daddy. I'm just playing with it. I'm so fucking desperate. Ohhh it feels so good."

I hear him audibly swallow. "How many fingers, little one?"

"T-tw-two, Daddy. Not in, just teasin'. Like how you tease me. Can't get it right though, Daddy. Doesn't feel as nice. Help?"

As I ask for help, I roll my head to the side to look at Ro. My blue eyes blown black and my bottom lip bitten between my teeth. The crotch of my pants moving as I continue to play with my hole.

"I can't, baby boy. Not right now. Be a good boy and wait until we get home. Daddy will help you when we get there."

Not liking that answer and needing more pleasure, I wrestle the hand closest to me off the steering wheel and shove it down my pants where my hands had just been. Giving up, he puts his middle and ring finger inside me and I cum in just a few minor pumps of his fingers.

"Ohhh god! Thank you, Daddy. Needed to cum bad." I try to take his hand out of my sweats and place it back on the wheel.

"Ahh ahh ahh, De. You wanted Daddy's hand, now you've got it. Daddy's going to play with this tight little boy pussy until we get home; and then you get 10 spanks for taking what you want when I told you to wait. You understand me?

"Nnnnggghhhh fuck. Yes, Daddy. I understand." And with that Daddy continues to touch me in silence. I know better than to make a sound when I'm already in trouble.

Once we hit the driveway, my eyes start to lose focus and my dick springs to life once more.

"D-Da-Daddy?" Only Ro can leave me in a stuttering pile of my previous self so often.

"Yes, little one?"

"May I cum, Sir? Really needa cum bad. Hurts so good."

"You have 30 seconds. If you can't finish in that amount of time, you don't get to until bedtime. 1….2….3…."

Daddy gets to 20 before my cock twitches and cum dribbles out and over the head and down my shaft. Then, Daddy licks me all clean and gets out of the car. He comes around to my side and opens my door. Then, once he helps me out of the car, he collars me. I didn't even know he had it with him.

"Over the arm of the sofa, little one. Arms stretched out in front of you. Arch your back. Paddle or Daddy's hand? You have 5 seconds to answer me. 1…2…3…"

"Paddle, Daddy."

"Good boy."

The first few hits are good, but not Daddy's best. So, I urge him on. If I'm being punished, I want it to be worth it. "Come on, Daddy. Harder! Want it rough!" He rears the paddle back and spank #5 is the hardest one yet. "Ahh fuck! There ya go, Ro. Just like that! Again! Fuck!" He hit me 2 more times right in a row.

Then, a pause. He makes me wait for the final 3. The anticipation building as I hear him pacing behind me. He spaces the last 3 out over probably 5 minutes or so. Once he's done with my punishment, he leashes me and then pulls, gently forcing me to stand as he comes in front of me and leads me down the hall to our "play" room. I'm in for it, now.