Cooking Together

Anna smiled as she stared at John's backside. She'd always had an appreciation for it of course, but she was often so entranced by other aspects of his broad figure or quick to make love to him, that there was little time to simply stare. But right now as she leaned against the frame of their kitchen door, nursing a hot cup of tea, her eyes meandered over the length of his body. She admired his shoulders and his large biceps, how she could make out their outline through his shirt. Anna groaned in silent appreciation. She loved how his shoulder blades twitched slightly whenever his forearms moved. Her cheeks flushed red as her gaze drifted down, stopping to glance at his rear; he never thought much of it, but she did. Her lips pursed together as she swallowed the warm tea and let it settle in her belly. Quelling her appetite, but only momentarily.

Anna found she could abstain no longer. John's sex appeal had never wanted for her, but when he cooked in the kitchen and his hands set to work it was like an aphrodisiac. Her heart beat sped up and her insides practically melted whenever he was hard at work, whipping up something to impress her. She took a final sip from her cup and set it down on the dining table before sneaking up behind him. Her arms wrapping around his waist and giving him a gentle squeeze. She leaned against him as far as her growing body would allow and breathed in the scent of aftershave and mint tea that could only be described as John.

John smiled in response to her touch. "You're supposed to be staying off your feet," he reminded as he began to mix the ingredients in the bowl together.

"I couldn't wait any longer," she said. Her body pulled away momentarily as she rose on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "I'm famished."

"Don't tell me you aren't craving cookies anymore. I was just about to put this batch in the oven."

"I'll eat them too," she said only half teasing.

John handed her a sliced apple. She took it gratefully before eating it and reaching for another. He was glad to see her gaining her appetite back after months of nausea. "Would you like to add the chocolate chips?"

Anna nodded eagerly and poured the bag into the bowl. She saved a handful of chocolate morsels for herself and plopped them into her mouth. "Mmmm," she hummed. Her hand rubbed her belly and she couldn't help but notice the way John smirked. "What's so funny?" she inquired.

"I was just thinking about an old wives tale my mother shared with me the other day when I told her you asked me to pick up something sweet on the way home."

"Oh?" she asked with curious eyes.

"She said there's an old wives tale...if you crave sweets you're having a girl."

"Really?

"Really," he replies. His mouth blossomed into a full smile as he pictured a little girl toddling around this kitchen in a few years time.

"And how would you feel about that?

"I just want a healthy baby," he answered.

She nodded in agreement.

"But I won't deny that having a little version of you in my life wouldn't make me indescribably happy.

"Nor I you. I guess that means if this one's a girl, we'll just have to try again for a boy."

They chuckled together and John stooped down to kiss her before placing his hand on her belly. "Boy or girl, I'll love them either way," he affirmed.