Summary: Her aging husband turns her on. His very pregnant wife turns him on.
Number of years married: 22
Sons: 5
Daughters: 3
~:~ Blossoming ~:~
Belle gnawed on the wooden pencil as Gaston traveled in and out of the house. He was carrying boxes and boxes of items that had been taking up space in the house. They would need more room one last time, and these items no longer had any need in their home.
She watched as he wiped the sweat from his upper lip. His thick fingers wiped the sweat on his trousers and she imagined those digits doing wicked things to her after their children went to bed. She watched his biceps flex and his strong hands grip the last box. Her eyes traveled to his neck where a visible vein bulged as he lifted the heavy object. She licked her lips as she admired his flesh. She knew exactly what it tasted like when it was coated thinly with sweat. She unconsciously made a grunt of approval at what she saw.
He looked to the source of the mysterious noise. She was sitting on his armchair watching him do his work. Her face was flushed, her lips were parted, and she was as blossoming as ever. He raised an eyebrow. "You alright?"
She hadn't realized she made a sound. She nodded. "Yes, I'm fine."
His grey eyes flitted over her body stopping at her rounded belly. He took in its fine and soft curve that her dress so beautifully shaped. Her bosom was as full as she was with his child. He felt a stirring within him as he imagined himself kneeling before her and lightly lifting her dress and pressing loving kisses to her belly and then up to her breasts. He so loved it when she wore his puffy shirts.. the one with the drawstrings and that low, low neckline. And if she wore it just right with no undergarments, he could easily tug-
He cleared his throat. "Need anything else taken out?"
She gnawed on the pencil again and looked around. "No."
He nodded and disappeared out the door.
"Wait!" she called back.
He set the box on the wagon and returned to her.
She sat up. "You didn't pack up Nathaniel's old crib, did you?"
He gave an amused smile. "No, darling. We're having another baby. I think I know we're supposed to keep that wooden thing around."
"And did you take whatever Agatha said she was getting rid of?"
"The whatever that was sitting in the back room? Yes."
"And what about what Thomas said he wanted to keep?"
"He volunteered to clear out his boxes himself."
"And have you-"
"Would you like to inspect the house?" he interrupted.
She narrowed her eyes with sarcasm at him. "Yes."
He helped her up and shadowed her as she went through all the rooms and all the cupboards and chests. She was satisfied he did in fact get everything they didn't need anymore out.
It had only been a few steps, not much just to look over the house, but she grew tired easily. Age was taking its toll on her with this last pregnancy. She let out a weary sigh and leaned back against him.
She knew he hadn't strayed from her. He had a hard time leaving her alone since- well, they don't speak about what happened.
He wrapped his arms around her and rested his palms on her extended middle. He felt their son or daughter tumble within her. He knew she must be more than weary. He kissed her neck and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" she asked quietly as they stood there.
"A girl," he replied without hesitation.
She turned her head.
He chuckled. "Gaston genes. No matter how much I love sons, I just know they prefer girls over boys."
She laughed and rested her head against him. She closed her eyes.
His chest rumbled with his question. "Want me to send-"
"At least wait until we're all outside," Jonathan complained as he regretted walking back into the house to his room. He turned on his heel and decided it'd be best if he waited at the wagon.
"Oh god, are they doing it again?" Agatha asked as she braved her way past her younger brother.
Gilbert chuckled and Julia laughed as they passed their parents and their complaining siblings.
Belle stood straight and turned in his arms. She draped her arms over his neck. "They're your children," she reminded him.
Gaston grinned, quite content with her pressed up against him. "Yes, they are."
