Rose stared at the wall, trying to bite back the anger she'd been wrestling with since her OB-GYN appointment earlier, ignoring Herbie's attempt at conversation as he undressed behind her.
"So I really think that I like Nancy or Penny for a girl. And Nicholas or Paul for a boy," he was saying as he hung his pants behind the door.
She shook her head, her anger finally winning now that they weren't in public. "Were ya even gonna tell me, Herbie?" she demanded, hauling herself out of the bed and leaning on the bedpost.
"What?"
"Were ya?! Or were ya gonna just let me find out in the damn delivery room!?" she roared, her free hand going to her back to support the weight of her now enormous stomach.
"What are you talking about, Rosie?" he asked, walking around the bed. "Sit down, honey. You're gonna upset the baby."
"IES!" she hollered at him, pulling away from him.
"What?" he repeated, blanching.
"I heard you talking to the doctor, Herbie! I heard him sayin' that there's two of 'em growin' in me!" Angry tears shone in her eyes now as she waddled away from him, her stomach making it difficult for her to do anything quickly.
"Rose-"
"And you've had all day to tell me and ya still haven't! So tell me, Herbie: Were ya even gonna tell me? Or were you just gonna let me find out in the delivery room after I pushed out the first one?" she growled, gesturing with one hand as she tried to support her back with the other.
"Ya know," she started, changing the subject as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "I really thought I was just getting fat. Cause I'm so much bigger than I was with Louise and June. And I kept saying this to you and you didn't say a damn thing!"
"Rose," he started again, grabbing her hand and trying to guide her back to the bed so she could sit down.
"No! Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me!" she yelled, pushing him away from her as she stumbled around in her attempt to find something to lean on. "Get out! I don't even wanna look at you, Herbie." She pulled at her wedding band, trying to pull it off as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Don't be like that, Rose," Herbie pleaded, reaching out to help her.
She pushed him away again, falling backward against the wall in her attempt. He reached out again, catching her before she could fall to the floor. Crying freely now, she leaned against him, letting him support her weight.
"Why didn't you tell me, Herbie?"
"I was afraid of how you would react, honey," he admitted, steering her back to the bed to get the weight off her feet. "I knew you didn't really want another baby and," he slid her shoes off her feet, taking them in his lap and massaging them, "I was afraid you'd be mad and not want them."
"Honey, you can't not tell me something just cause you're afraid of how I'll react. Especially when it's something that concerns me as much as this does!"
"I know, Rosie, I know," he sighed, sliding his hands up her thighs to pull down each of her stockings.
Her breath caught as his fingers glided along her inner thighs.
"And I'm sorry. Do you forgive me, Rosie?" he asked, his fingers lingering on her toned thighs.
Breathless, she nodded, her eyes drifting closed.
She hated what her hormones were doing to her. She couldn't win any fights anymore. She either broke down in tears or in lust. Either way, she completely forgot her anger every time.
And she hated even more that Herbie was getting so good at playing to the latter. He didn't seem to know what to do when she cried, but he sure as hell knew how to get her to the breaking point with lust. Even the lightest touches from him set her skin aflame since she'd started her second trimester. And when she hit her third trimester, it got really out of control. He barely had to touch her and she'd feel the familiar heat throbbing between her thighs. Sometimes he got her just by looking at her a certain way or saying something just the right way. And she'd melt.
"Of course," she breathed. "I forgive you, Herbie."
He pulled her stockings from her legs slowly before running his hands up her arms and slowly un-doing each button of her dress. She forced herself to swallow, her mouth suddenly dry. He smiled, running his hands back up her front, caressing her stomach before doing the same to her even fuller breasts.
Her head lolled back, a light moan catching in her throat. "Herbie," she panted, taking one of his hands with both of hers and bringing it to her lips. She kissed his palm slowly, her tongue gliding as she moaned quietly. "Oh, God…"
"What is it, Rosie?" he asked, leaning forward and kissing her stomach.
"Herbie, I want you," her eyelids fluttered as she forced them open. She pushed herself out of her reclining position to cover his lips with her own.
He mentally scolded himself for egging her on. "Rose, you know we have to be careful."
She ignored him, shrugging out of her maternity dress and throwing it behind her before guiding his hands to the clasp of her bra. "I want you so much, honey."
He forced himself to disentangle himself from her and take several steps away, trying to ignore his own desire for her. "Now, Rose-"
She rolled back, using her belly weight to help her spring into a standing position so she could prowl forwards. "Don't you want me, Herbie?" she pouted, having already noticed his growing erection.
True, Herbie was getting good at playing to her increased sex-drive, but that didn't mean she wasn't getting good at reading what turned him on about her growing body.
She ran one of her hands over her swollen stomach as she unbuckled her bra with the other before caressing her breasts. "Don't you want me, Herbie?" she repeated, sucking on her index finger as she batted her eyes at him.
With a feral growl, he closed the distance between them to press his lips hungrily to hers. He pushed her panties over her hips and to the floor before turning her around and guiding her forward so she could grip the bedpost for support. He kicked his pants off before pushing his length into her from behind and kissed her neck lovingly.
She was trembling from the second he slid into her heat, one of his hands fumbling below her stomach to press against her clit as he ran the other over her stomach to her breasts.
"Herbie!" she squealed, throwing her head back to rest on his shoulder as her nails dug into the wooden bedpost.
He pushed into her again, deeper, and she all but purred as he rocked against her g-spot.
"Rose," he breathed in her ear, sucking below her earlobe as he gently kneaded her breast. "Oh, my Rose. I love you."
"I- love you- too- Herbie," she panted rocking against him. She lowered one of her hands, circumnavigating around her stomach, to cover his as he pressed against her clit harder as she purred, encouraging him to keep his pace.
"I miss seeing your face when I make love to you, Rosie," he whispered, sucking at her pulse point.
"He-Herbie!" she moaned, trying to turn her face to look at her husband properly. "Honey, I'm so cl-close!" She reached behind her head, pulling her hand from Herbie's to turn his face to hers as she pressed her lips to his desperately. She moaned into his mouth loudly, clutching both his neck and the bedpost frantically as her muscles clenched around his length.
That was another thing that changed since her second trimester. Not only did she now finish before him nine out of ten times, she also was able to go for so much longer. At least twice. Usually closer to four times.
He pulled out of her, spinning her around and sitting her on the bed before leaning over her and pressing a proper kiss to her full lips.
She gasped, struggling to fill her lungs, as she pushed Herbie into a lying position on the bed and straddled him. With some effort, she maneuvered around her stomach to press hungry kisses to his neck, her stomach prohibiting her kissing any lower.
"Herbie, honey," she whispered, kissing a trail back to his lips.
"Rose," he breathed against her lips, both of them moving their hips until he slid into her, filling her again.
"Si-sit up," she instructed, pulling at his shoulders. He looked at her in confusion but obeyed anyway, letting her thread her fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair and pull his mouth hard against hers. She whimpered into his mouth as she felt him swell inside her.
"Rose!" he groaned, breaking their kiss, his own fingers entwined in her flyaway red curls.
She responded by pressing her lips to his hungrily to his again as she ground her hips downward, allowing him deeper. She moaned when he released inside her, shivering and desperately clawing at his shoulders as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure emanating from her core. "Herbie!"
When he caught his breath, he gently laid her down, lavishing her swollen stomach with slow kisses as he worked his fingers slowly between her thighs, teasing her. He slid two of his fingers into her slowly, feeling her muscles flexing to accommodate them.
Her breathing already an erratic pant, she combed her fingers through his hair, nodding and whispering to him, pleading. "Mmnnm, Herbie… Yes, God. Please, honey… Herbie, please. Yes…Mmnnmmm…"
Her eyes sprang open when she felt one of the babies kick the center of her stomach, right where Herbie was kissing her. He paused, his fingers ceasing their movement as he stared at the place he'd been kissing.
"Herbie, don't worry about it," she muttered breathlessly, caressing his cheek. She bucked her hips against his hand. "Come on, honey, it's fine. I need you. Please?"
"Oh, my God, Rose!" he gasped, pulling his fingers from between her thighs and scooting away from her on the bed. "Oh, my…. What if they can feel it?! What if they can see every time I touch you?"
"I'm sure they can't," she assured him, reaching for him.
"My penis coming at them must terrify them! I can't believe I didn't think about it before!"
"Herbie-"
"What if we've already scarred them for life by making love?" he interrupted her. "Oh, my God! I'm a terrible father!"
"Herbie, I had sex with my first husband when I was pregnant with Louise and she turned out fine."
"But she's so timid and afraid of men! What if that's why?!"
"Well, I had sex when I was carrying June, too! It's fine! The doctor said it was fine!" she argued, already loosing her temper. "Now will you please come back here? I can't be chasing you anymore. I can't move that fast!"
"I'm gonna get you some warm milk to put them to sleep, okay?" he nodded at her, starting to walk away.
"Herbie? Herbie!! You get back here!" she called at his retreating form, shaking in anger as she attempted to haul herself out of the middle of the bed and feeling very much like a turtle on its back as she scrambled.
Huffing, she finally succeeded in getting out of the bed and waddling to the door. She glared at him as he carried a steaming mug toward her. She bit back a growl as she waddled away from their bedroom door and to the bathroom.
"Rose? Honey, why don't you have some milk?" he called, carrying the mug carefully.
"I don't want milk, Herbie. I want sex! But you decided I can't have that! So I'm drawing myself a bath," she snapped, standing beside the claw-foot tub as she watched it fill with water.
"Lay down. I'll fix your bath. You shouldn't be on your feet."
"I can draw my own bath, Herbie. I'm quite capable. And stay out of this bathroom. If I can't have you inside me, I don't wanna see you at all right now."
"Rose," he rested his hands on her hips, trying to guide her back to the bed.
"Get out."
"Ro-"
"Get. OUT!" she hollered, turning to face him, angry at herself and at him because she still wanted him.
"Rosie, please. I'm just worried about the babies, hon-"
She silenced him by pushing him against the wall and pressing her lips to his hungrily. She took one of his hands in hers and guided it around her stomach and between her thighs, pressing against herself with his fingers and moaning lightly into his mouth in response.
"Rose-"
"If you tell me no again, you'd better start running and hope I don't catch you because I will have my way with you until we both die of exhaustion, just out of spite," she threatened, taking her hands off of his and taking a single step backwards to glare menacingly.
He smiled at her, taking her hands in his and kissing her knuckles. "No, my Rose. I was just going to say that I don't want you on your feet while we make love. Why don't you lay down in the tub?" He guided her to the tub, helping her step into it and maneuver into a seated position.
He tilted her head back, covering her lips with his as he poured water over her frizzy curls. She shivered as the warm water trickled down her back, curling her fingers in his hair and pulling his mouth hard against hers.
Her eyelids fluttered, her back arching, as Herbie poured warm water down her front, letting it trickle over her heaving breasts and swollen stomach as his fingers followed the water's path tantalizingly slow. She gasped against his lips when she finally felt the fullness of his fingers invading her, his thumb circling her clit slowly as he moved his fingers just deeply enough to elicit a response. She purred, bucking her hips against the teasingly light pressure.
"He-Herbie," she pleaded, whimpering as he moved his kisses lower and kissing her neck, sucking at her pulse point. Her thighs closed, shaking in anticipation, around his forearm as he pressed purposefully against her clit. "God, Herbie… Oh, G-ahh, ahh, ahh! Pl-please, He-Herbie!" She swallowed, her head tipping back as her hands fell to the sides of the tub. She dug her nails into the shining porcelain, whimpering incoherently as her back arched. "Ye-yes. Righ-right there. Harder. Just- a little-Please, Herbie. Pl-please…"
He wrapped his free arm behind her back, supporting her as her body started squeezing around him. She squealed, whimpered moans escaping her full lips as she rolled her hips against his hand again. They could both feel how close she was, her muscles closing around his fingers. He added a third finger, rocking his fingers upward as he pressed suddenly against her clit.
"HERBIE!!" she screamed, her eyes closed as she gripped the tub forcefully, pleasure rolling through her system and assaulting her senses as she climaxed hard against his hand. Squeals and moans continued bubbling up from deep in her throat, words escaping her as her body continued rocking with each wave of pleasure, her screams of pleasure finally dying into quiet whimpers. She laid back against the tub, parting her thighs and letting Herbie withdraw his fingers as she gasped and panted for proper breaths.
"I- love you- you know," she panted, blinking up at him, too tired to move as he began slowly washing her, rinsing the sweat, dirt, and cum from her body as she continued lying there limply.
He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before reaching for the shampoo and washing her damp curls, "I know, Rosie." He sighed, massaging the shampoo into her hair gently, yet purposefully. "I just wish you would let me do more for you. Like this. I could help you bathe so you could relax."
"I can wash myself just fine, Herbie," she answered, her tone just a little too sharp. He started to pull away before she gripped his forearm with the hand closest to him. "Not right now… It feels nice," she relaxed against the back of the tub again, sighing contently as Herbie pressed a light kiss to the tip of her nose.
"Sit up," he coaxed, helping her to do so before rinsing the shampoo from her hair before letting her relax again. "I just mean, you're carrying twins-- Our twins. I wish you would let me do more, Rosie."
"You did your part, honey," she told him, idly patting his arm. "You can help again in the delivery room."
"How? You'll be pushing, not me."
"You've never had kids before," she laughed. "The father gets to stand around in the delivery room so the mother has someone to yell and throw things at."
He stopped pouring water over her stomach, his brows furrowed, clearly not sure if she was kidding or not. He opened his mouth to ask when she continued speaking.
"Right now, though, I need you to help me stand up and get out of the tub," she sighed, opening her eyes and smiling at his confused features. She leaned forward, kissing him gently. "Up?"
He smiled and nodded, standing up to his full height before leaning down and gripping her elbows gently to haul her into a standing position. "Wait a second and I'll get you a towel?" She nodded, stretching her arms out for him when he came back so he could wrap the towel around her before she leaned against him for assistance as she climbed out of the tub.
To soothe his ego, she fought her desire to pull out of his grasp, instead letting him support some of her weight as she waddled towards the bed. She gratefully collapsed on the bed, scooting up so her soaked hair covered a pillow as she obediently rolled onto her side to take her weight off her stomach. He climbed into the bed beside her, putting his hand on her belly as he molded his body against hers and kissed the back of her neck.
"I love you, Rose," he breathed, his breath hot against her dripping curls, as his eyes drifted close.
"I love you, honey," she answered, taking his hand in hers and kissing his palm before settling it back on her stomach and covering it with her own, knowing how much he liked to feel the baby--ies, she mentally corrected herself-- kick when he--they-- started waking up.
"Those are our babies, Rosie," he muttered, gently rubbing her stomach. "Our babies are gonna be born soon. Just a few weeks." He felt her nod sleepily and squeeze his hand.