M rating for this one chapter people. This is your only warning. If you don't like it you can skip this and pick it up again next chapter.
"I'm bored." Frankie moaned for at least the fifth time since Boyd had been paying attention.
He looked up from his computer, taking his glasses off and placing them on top of the report he had been reading. He couldn't help but smile, seeing Frankie actually sat still for once did make a change. Frankie never sat still, she had to be doing something, messing around with something, testing something, reading something. She still technically had two months of doing nothing ahead of her, and this was only day four. He briefly considered asking the home office if they had some low risk, low stress, low moving about job that she could do, just to curb her boredom, and most likely safe his sanity. It was at that exact moment she turned to look at him, as if sensing his thoughts for something for her do.
"I'm going to end up being committed, you know that right?" Her brown eyes locking with Boyds as they had a stare out competition.
"Frankie, it's not that bad, really. You just need to find something to do, something to occupy your time." Glancing at the clock in the corner of his computer screen before looking back at Frankie.
"Work! Work occupies my time." Knowing she had no chance of working in the next few months but saying it anyway.
"Okay, how about you let me finish this report then we'll do something together. It's not even lunchtime, we can go out somewhere, make a day of it, just about." Seeing Frankie's face light up at the suggestion.
"Really? That's brilliant." Managing to sit up, then using the arm of the settee to help her stand up. "I'll go get ready then." Making her way towards him as she did that cute little waddle that he told her she didn't do.
She stopped beside him at the desk, wrapping her arms around his neck from the side. He slid one arm around her back as she leaned in towards him, ever mindful of the still growing bump in front of her. He wasn't sure when he started to do it, but his other hand always seemed to be placed firmly against Frankie's rather rounded bump. As if on cue he felt a small ripple under his hand, shortly followed by a second then third.
"See, you've made us both happy." Placing one of her hands on top of Boyds as they both felt the baby moving around.
"Good. Now the sooner I finish, the sooner we can go out." Tuning to kiss Frankie on the cheek as he removed his hand from her bump.
Frankie stood up straight and made her way to the bedroom, leaving Boyd to finish his report. She stopped in front of her wardrobe and opened the doors, staring at the two separate sets of clothes hanging up. The left side was what she used to wear, her battered, worn out jeans and baggy hoodies. The right hand side was what fitted now, big elasticated waist jeans and pants, tops that were huge and no hoody's. There wasn't even a jumper on the side that did fit, and that thought was just depressing. Looking through the jeans and pants she finally picked a pair of dark blue jeans, the four inch elastic waist fitting snugly on her bump. She looked through the tops and sighed. They were all so not her style. Between the flowers and girly trim it was enough to make her want to stay in her pyjamas permanently. She couldn't face another day in some girly top that made her bump look even bigger than it already was. Boyd had to have something she could wear, this was after all partial his fault as well.
She finally managed to find a shirt, a shirt that wasn't classed as a work shirt. She had just pulled her pyjamas top off and was in the middle of wriggling out of her pyjamas pants when a strong pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, one going under her bump, the other over it. The problem with going over her bump was there was hardly any space left between her now enormous breasts and the top of her bump. Boyd didn't seem to mind, his fingers brushing along the underside of her breasts as he placed his arm. No matter where he touched her skin seemed to tingle, especially on her breasts.
"Don't start something you can't finish, mister." Leaning back against his chest as he support her weight.
"I can happily finish what I start, I'm just not sure you can keep up with me." Letting her feel the effect her near naked body was having on him.
He pushed his erection against the small of her back, feeling her grind against him. The hand that was under her bump was playing with the top of her knickers, slowly slipping his fingers under the material. As his fingers brushed over her curls she gave a deep throaty moan, pushing back harder against him.
"Don't you dare stop!" She managed to moan out, her arm winding up around the back of Boyds head so his chin rested on her shoulder.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look, do you." Using the hand in her knickers to slowly push them down giving him room to explore.
He placed kisses to her neck, her shoulder, the side of her face, anywhere he could reach from the position they were stood in. His fingers moved slowly, teasingly around between her legs, feeling just how turned on she was. She growled when he pushed one finger inside her, feeling her contact around him. The hand that had been resting on top of her bump was gently massaging her breasts, one at a time through her bra. He could see and feel her nipples pushing against the fabric, straining against the material to be freed.
As quick as he could he let go of her breast and reached around her back to unclip her bra, his hand returning to pull her bra off she he could rub her nipples between his fingers.
"You have far too many clothes on, I need to feel you, touch you." She somehow managed to say as she tried to turn around in Boyds arms.
"No, this is on my terms." Adding a second finger to the first he was slowly sliding in and out of her body.
"Fuck!" She hissed, trying to push down on his fingers.
"Ohh, I will be." He growled in her ear as he withdrew his fingers from her completely.
He carefully turned her in his arms, ever mindful of the extra weight she was carrying. One side of her neck, one shoulder and the side of her face were all red, his beard scratching at her smooth skin as he kissed her. He would have felt guilty if it wasn't for the fact she already has his belt undone and was in the process of popping the button on his jeans and pushing the zip down.
"Christ, I forgot how fast you are." His own words being hissed out as she wrapped her hand his erection and squeezed gently.
"I need you, now." She moaned against his lips as she kissed him, sliding her fingers into his hair so she could hold him to her.
Between them Boyd was soon as naked as Frankie, his clothes tossed all over the room in the haste to get them off. As Frankie grew bigger they had found many different positions to have sex in, each one more adventures than the one before. Boyd sat on the edge of the bed, making sure he spread his legs wide enough to keep himself grounded.
"Turn around." He told Frankie, watching as she did as he asked.
When she had her back to him he placed his hands on her hips, guiding her towards him and lowering her so he could take hold of his erection and guide himself inside her. She sank down on him hard, placing her hands on his knees to use as both leverage and support.
"Shit." Was the only thing he could say as Frankie started to move, lifting herself up and then sliding back down all the way, full encasing him deep inside her.
Sitting up a little he let Frankie lean back against him, sliding a hand between her legs as she continued to move up and down. She was close to release, and so was he. He started to meet her downward thrust with an upwards thrust of his own, his fingers working faster and harder between her legs. As she climaxed she managed to moan 'Boyd' feeling him buck upwards twice before he reached his own climax. He felt Frankie leaning more against him, her body slowly coming down from its high. He wrapped his arms around her, supporting her body against his own. It wasn't exactly comfortable but it was better than Frankie slipping.
"Sex is hard work now." Frankie mumbled as she leaned back even further.
"Yeah, I can imagine. How about we get you more comfortable, this can't be doing you any good." Kissing Frankie's neck as he placed his hands on her hips.
They both stood up together, Boyd letting Frankie lean back so she was fully supported. Her legs protested at the work out they'd just received, her back soon joining in as she sat on the bed.
"Let's not do that position again, especially not when I'm pregnant anyway." Her hands coming to rest on either side of her bump.
"I agree. You okay?" Sitting beside her on the bed as he took in her position.
"I'm okay, I just don't think our child likes us getting it on." Looking down at her bump just as a limb pushed against the skin causing a visible ripple effect.
"Someone's definitely not happy. How about you have a rest until they settle, then we'll go out." Watching Frankie as she ran her hands up and down over their very active baby.
"Long as you sit with me, and I can have a cup of tea." Giving Boyd big puppy dogs eyes.
"Evil woman. You get comfortable then, I'll go make your tea." Seeing Frankie smile as she went to stand up.
He watched her half walk, half waddle around the bed, sitting down slowly and bringing her legs up one at a time. He made sure she was seated before he headed out the bedroom, not even bothering to put clothes on. He went to the kitchen and made two cups of tea, four slices of toasted, and dug out a packet of biscuits. He had to carry everything on a tray, having no clothes on had its disadvantages. Climbing the stairs he could hear Frankie talking, her voice hushed so he couldn't make out what she was saying. It was until he stopped outside the bedroom door that he could make out clearly what she was saying. She wasn't talking, she was singing, a soothing lullaby which she no doubt hoped would help settle their overactive baby. When he entered the bedroom he stopped and looked at Frankie, her hand placed firmly on either side of her bump as she sang. A lump formed in his throat, watching Frankie sing to their unborn child was so mesmerising. He felt like he was intruding on a personal bonding moment between mother and baby. When Frankie looked up she saw he was standing watching her and just smiled at him as she continued to sing.
He walked into the bedroom and placed the tray on her bedside table, climbing on the bed beside her as finished singing.
"Did it help?" Shifting across the bed so he was flush against her side.
"Maybe, they've settled down quite a bit. Still having a wiggle trying to get comfy though." Watching as Boyd placed a hand beside hers and felt the small movements under his palm.
"That has got to be the weirdest feeling in the world. It looks so uncomfortable. Still feeling tiny flutters against his palm.
"It can be a little uncomfortable, and it's going to get worse as they get bigger. But it's also beautiful, feeling your unborn child move about. Knowing that they aren't just part of you, but part of someone else too. Did you not share any of this with Jen?" Keeping the conversation away from Luke since Matt wasn't such a sore subject as well.
"Not really, I was working. And when I wasn't I didn't really get involved. I was even working when he was born too, something Jen never forgive me for." His gaze fixed firmly on their unborn child as he spoke.
"Hey, at least you found out first this time around." Remembering only too well the conversation Jen had had with her and Grace about being pregnant.
"I bet that was bloody awkward for you. You shouldn't have been put in that position, I'm sorry." Apologising even though it was all done and dusted years ago.
"Awkward is one way to describe it. Especially since I vividly remembered how good you were in bed as she told me." Not being able to stop herself from laughing.
"Only you Frankie, only you. My wife told you she was pregnant and all you could think of was how good sex with me was. Saying that, sex must be good, you came back for more." Reaching over Frankie and picking up one of the cups of tea.
He passed Frankie her tea, then reached across and picked up the plate of toast and his own tea. He settled back beside Frankie, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. There was silence as they ate, both enjoying the peace until Frankie yawned. Boyd took her empty cup and managed to snag the throw from the bottom of the bed with his foot. He tucked her in as she snuggled closer to him, turning towards him so she was resting her bump against his stomach. He picked the book up from his bedside table, opening it as Frankie fell asleep.
He was reading his book when he felt something tapping his stomach. He looked down and saw Frankie was still asleep, her breathing even deep. He went back to reading his book, only to feel the tapping start again within a minute. He lifted the throw and looked down, seeing Frankie had turned enough so her bump was lying against his side. It was then he realised what the movement was, the baby moving around inside Frankie. Frankie was still sound asleep, her body not even reacting to the movement. He rested his hand on the bump, feeling the movement both under his hand and against his stomach. He left his hand where it was, returning his attention back on his book.
This was how life was supposed to be, how it should be. He had finally stepped back and started to appreciate the things he hadn't before. Feeling his unborn child move, support his pregnant partner when she needed him, be there when he was needed. He had taken it for granted before, but now was different, he was different. And he was going to show Frankie just how different he was now she was on maternity leave.