I groan, plopping my self down on the couch, rubbing my swollen stomach. I put my feet um on the couch, whimpering at the pain in them. Paul smiled at me, sitting down next to me and putting my feet on his lap.
"How do your feet feel," he asked, reaching forward, tugging at my shoe laces and pulling them off. He began to rub them. I hummed in relaxation.
"They're swollen, but now they feel better," I mumbled, relaxing to his ministrations on my feet. His hot hands soothing my aching feet. "You make a great foot rubber." He smirked at me. I laid my head back against the arm of the couch, feeling ready to fall asleep. Paul shifted, reaching across my legs to grab the remote, flipping on the T.V. to a comedy show. He then reached to my side, and tugged the couches back pillows off, putting them on the floor. He gently shifted my legs from his lap, and moving beside me, wrapping his arms around me. I settled myself on my side, and relaxing into Paul's embrace.
"I think I'm going to have to keep you around," I mumbled to him. He began to chuckle, chest rumbling.
"Why's that?" He asked.
"You're like my own heater and heating pad. If my back is hurting, all I need to do is snuggle with you, and your heat soothes it," I answered. He moved into my eye sight.
"I thought it was because of my smoking good looks?" He said, giving me a seductive look. I studied his face.
"No, but that is a plus," I shot back. He rolled his eyes, before leaning down and kissing me. The fluttering feeling filled my stomach, the baby nudging softly. I pulled away with a groan. "You need to stop doing that. I may go into labour three months early."
"I can't wait for the baby, but we don't want that," he mumbled sheepishly. He began to rub my large stomach. "But, you need to get use to my sugar kisses, because I'm not going to last three months without kissing you." I cupped his cheek, before pulling him down for a quick kiss. I pulled away, before yawning. "Tired?" He asked. I nodded. He got up, and before helping me up. I stumbled a little when I was on my feet. Paul quickly righted me before chuckling. "You know, you look like you swallowed a basketball or something." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I growled. It went unfazed by Paul.
"It means it looks like you shoved a ball up your shirt," he answered. I jerked away from him.
"So, you're calling me fat?" I screeched. A look of panic crossed his face.
"No, I'm just saying you're really pregnant," he stuttered.
"So, you are calling me fat," I huffed, storming away from him. I could hear him calling after me, but I continued to stomp up the stairs to my room. I quickly slammed my door, and locked it before he could open it. I dropped myself onto my bed, before I started to cry. I hate it when I had mood swings, but Paul didn't need to be so inconsiderate about my pregnancy. I got up, and walked to my mirror. I pulled up my shirt, and examined my enlarged stomach. Maybe it did look like I had swallowed a ball. I jerked my shirt back down, and fell back on my bed, pouting. I laid there glaring at the ceiling, before drifting off to sleep.
I rolled over to my side, trying to release the pain in my back, but failing. I glance at the alarm clock. The red light glared back 1:37. I tried to lay comfortable, but my stomach began to growl. I pushed myself up, padding over to the door. I silently unlocked it and opened it, before peeking out. The coast was clear, so I slipped out quietly. I made my way down the stairs, praying the floor doesn't creak. I flipped on the light to the kitchen. My eyes needed to adjust to the sudden light. I moved around the kitchen, pulling out a bowel, cereal, and milk. I situated myself in front of the cabinet, and had my early morning meal.
I was zoned out on my bowel, and didn't notice the creaking noise from the stairs, until Paul jumped into the kitchen, looking ready to attack something. i shrieked and jumped, hitting and knocking my bowel onto the floor.
"Oh, Paul, you scared me," I gasped, staring wide-eyed at him. He rushed over to me, and wrapped me in a hug.
"I'm so sorry about earlier," he mumbled. I wrapped my arms around him, letting his warmth soothe me.
"No Paul, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have freaked out on you. It was just a mood swing," I whispered into his chest. He pulled away, and kissed my forehead.
"Let's clean this mess up, and go back to bed," he suggested. He grabbed a cloth, and began to mop the mess. He finished, and threw the cloth in the sink. . He led me up the stairs, to my room.
"Can you sleep with me. I feel comfortable with you, and I might get some sleep," I confessed. He smiled at me, before going into my room, and laying on my bed. I follow, and snuggle with him, falling asleep almost instantly to his warmth and the sound of his breathing.
AN-
Sorry I haven't updated, but my life has been really busy. Hopefully I'll be updating more. Also, I need ideas for the baby. Gender and names. It'll be a lot of help.
Thanks, Raven of the Moon