Chapter 3

I looked in the mirror at my baby bump. We were going to the beach today and I was warring my favourite bikini. If you didn't know, you probably couldn't see it. I hoped so anyway. A one piece suit would ruin my tan.
"Ceecee!" I yelled for her to come in. She'd been waiting downstairs with Adam and Jesse whilst I changed. She walked through the door 30 seconds later.
"Does this baby make me look fat?" I asked - jokingly, but she kept staring at me (or rather my body) with a strange look in her face.
"Oh, God! It does, doesn't it?" I wailed.
"No, Suze-"
"I was stupid to think I could wear a bikini!"
"Suze, look in the mirror!"
I looked. It was the same as earlier. "What?"
"Your boobs are huge! And your butt!"
I looked at my reflection and saw she was right. My 34Cs had ballooned out. My black bikini top was more stretched out than I thought and my butt was, well, fantastic!
"I didn't even notice!"
"And Suze, no one can tell you're pregnant."
She left me to put on my outfit for the day. I was going to put on a casual checked shirt- something I could easily put on with wet hair, but the buttons refused to do up over my new bustline. I went for a vest instead. It showed all my cleavage, but at least it fit. The skirt I put on was a little shorter at the back, so I traded them for some beige culottes.
Paul had joined the group when I came downstairs. "Suze, you look incredible!" He said. Ceecee hit Adam over the head to stop him from ogling and Jesse asked, "Are you sure you should he wearing that outfit in your condition?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I've got a little while before I get really big and I want to enjoy it."
"Let's go then," Paul said.

It was nice to see that Jesse still maintained his abdominal muscles. And I mean REALLY nice to see. Paul had tanned nicely this summer so his skin didn't contrast against Jesse's as much.
"Do you want an ice-cream, Cee?"
"Yeah. Let's join the queue before it gets any longer."
When we finally reached the ice-cream stand, the vendor, a hot 20 something year old guy gave me an extra flake with a wink.
"We should see what else these puppies can get me," I joked.

"Don't look now, Suze, but three hot guys just got out of the water and are heading our way."
She pointed towards Jesse, Paul and Adam. "Where? Oh, you were counting Adam."
"Shut up, Suze." she punched me in the arm.
"I can't believe you didn't get us an ice-cream!" Adam exclaimed.
"We can get some," Jesse said.
"You guys go on. I don't want one," Paul said. Adam shrugged his shoulders and led Jesse to the stand.
"Do you want to go on my new jetski?"
"Can I?" I asked, excited.
"Yeah. You're not that pregnant."
"Cee...?"
"Go on. I know you want to." She gave me a smile that hopefully only I understood.
I wrapped my arms around Paul's abs. Mmmm. He felt so good beneath my hands that I explored a little. "Suze, that tickles," he chuckled, "stop!"
Instead, I tickled him some more. Then he tickled me. I almost fell of the jetski, which, thankfully, was stationary at the time. Paul grabbed me before I fell into the water. His hands were around my back (why hadn't I noticed how big they were?) and we were sitting pretty close. We had a moment of just looking into each other's eyes, which Paul promptly ended by expertly turning around. He started up the jetski, so as a reflex, I held him tighter. A few moments later, the jetski stopped. He turned to look at me. "God, Suze, sometimes I look at the wide sea and I feel as though I could keep going, all the way to Asia."
"One day we will go and explore, see the world and escape from all this."
He sighed, then turned the jetski back to the shore.

"I left my clothes in the car," I said.
"I'll come with you to get them." Jesse had claimed me first. The first part of the walk was awkward silence until Jesse was sure the others couldn't hear us.
"I missed doing that." He meant hanging out at the beach with friends.
"I know. You always liked it the most."
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
I gave him a hug. I always enjoyed having his body pressed against mine, even if it wasn't sexual. He kissed my exposed neck in a way that was too intimate to be innocent, friendzoned stuff. I pulled away from the hug, ready to forgot the incident, but Jesse pulled me back in by the waist. "I want you back, Querida. Even if I have to go back to Latvia." He said it in a way that I used to find sexy; now it just screamed overly possessive.
"Lithuania," I corrected.
Paul caught up with us. "What was that about?"
"Nothing," I replied. I didn't want this to become a huge thing. Jesse had crossed the line and the last thing we need is for him and Paul to fight.

A/N: my attempt at making Jesse more of a bad guy. He's too sure for any seriously bad stuff. Have I successfully leaned you towards Paul or are you Jesse lovers too loyal? Review please. Keep those 'votes' coming in.

A/N: I edited this chapter 31/03/15. I was hoping Jesse would seem more like himself.

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