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This chapter is very NSFW.

Song for this chapter is Anything Could Happen by Ellie Goulding. Give it a listen if you want.

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Chapter 23: Anything Could Happen

Sunday, December 1st, 2013

"I don't think you understand, I just want the crib I ordered! I don't want this neon green crib that you sent me. I want my nice white crib. I just want your delivery people to come and pick up my neon green crib that I did not order and replace it with the white crib that I did order. That's all I want," I said into the phone as I buried my face in my hands. This was now day two of dealing with the furniture delivery people who had sent me a neon green crib instead of the gorgeous white crib Emily and I had ordered.

"I understand, ma'am, but it's Sunday and I can't organize a pickup at the moment. If you call back tomorrow I can probably have somebody come to pick up your crib by Thursday."

I groaned into the phone. "I have a job, you know. A job that requires me to work on Thursday. And also, I have a wife who needs me to help set up our new business on Thursday. And also, I'm five and a half months pregnant and if I stay at home for a prolonged period of time I will eat everything in my house. And if I eat everything in my house, I'll gain weight and I'll have a fat baby and probably have to have an episiotomy because my baby won't be able to come out on its own. Do you want that on your conscience? I don't really have all the time in the world to sit around and wait for your delivery men to show up at some point on Thursday. I need a crib by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

I heard the man on the other end of the phone sigh in exasperation before he said the words I'd been dying to hear.

"Okay, miss. I'm going to override the system protocol and put out an order for your new crib right now. It will be delivered to you tomorrow between noon and 4 pm. Is that sufficient?"

I nearly jumped for joy when I heard those words. "That is more than sufficient, thank you very much."

And with that I hung up the phone knowing that Emily would be able to sleep tonight instead of fretting over when we would have our proper crib.

"Em! You've splattered paint on the ceiling! Now I'm going to have to paint it again!" Katie yelled from the nursery. Emily and Katie were painting the nursery in the "crushed berry" colour we'd purchased almost a month ago. Let's just say that both Emily and Katie had procrastinated quite a bit on the whole painting aspect of decorating the nursery. Obviously, I wasn't allowed to paint or go anywhere near the nursery until everything was all dry because of the harmful paint fumes.

"Sorry, Katiekins," I heard Emily mumble sarcastically in response. In all fairness, Emily had to help Katie repaint her own nursery three times so far due to Effy's indecisiveness.

"Those two are like an old bickering couple," Effy mumbled to herself from her spot on my couch. Effy had come over to keep me company while the nursery painting was going on, and also to keep an eye on me and make sure I didn't eat everything in sight. My cravings had gotten pretty out of control, so much so that I sent Emily out for watermelon at 3 in the morning last night only to remember five minutes later that watermelon wasn't in season in December. But Emily came home with a watermelon an hour later and I don't even know how she managed to find a watermelon in Bristol at 3 in the morning in December, but I do know that I ate the whole damn thing.

"Mhm," I mumbled in response. Effy had brought over two yoga mats and we were meant to be practicing some of the things we had learnt in our pre-natal yoga classes, but that wasn't exactly going as planned and instead we were watching one of the scariest videos in the world – my mate Jessica's birth video. Let's just say I wasn't going to be able to look Jessica or her beautiful daughter in the eye for quite a while.

"Ready?" Effy asked as I sat down next to her. She grabbed the DVD remote and turned to me with an apprehensive look. I grimaced and nodded at her. She hit play and the sounds of Jessica's and our own screams filled the room.

"How is that even possible?! Her ass looks like it's about to explode!" I yelled as I put my hand in front of my face to block out the TV. Effy looked over at me, completely horrified.

"What the fuck did we get ourselves into?" Effy groaned as she leaned into me and buried her face in my shoulder.

"What's all the fucking screaming – OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING?!" Emily yelled as she walked into the living room.

"It's Jessica's birth video and it's the scariest thing I've ever seen!" I replied as Effy and I hugged each other and refused to look at the TV. "Em, what if my ass explodes when I'm giving birth?"

Emily grabbed the remote and immediately hit the stop button. "Naoms, your ass is not going to explode when you're giving birth."

"There is no way you're watching me give birth, Em. You can't go down there when all that's going on or else you'll never want to have sex with me ever again," I replied, still holding onto Effy tightly.

"Naoms, I'm sure it won't be that bad! Besides, that was a hospital birth and we're having a water birth at home. I'm sure water birth is much...nicer," Em replied as she took the DVD out of the player.

"I need a cup of tea and a pack of double-stuffed Oreos," I said. Effy nodded into my shoulder and Emily sighed.

"Fine. One sneaky cup of tea for you two and one pack of double-stuffed Oreos that you have to share," Emily said, giving me a pointed look when she mentioned sharing the Oreos.

I knew it was really for my own benefit as well as the baby's that Emily was fussing over what I ate. Gaining too much weight when you were pregnant wasn't exactly healthy for mum or baby. It would put me at risk of having a more difficult labour due to the baby being too large for a natural vaginal birth, getting gestational diabetes, or even forcing me into a c-section.

Emily brought over our tea and a pack of double-stuffed Oreos a few minutes later. And this time I was really good about sharing with Effy. She got two rows and I got two rows. And after we were finished our tea, we put away the scary birthing video and actually practiced our pre-natal yoga like we were supposed to.

A few hours, a freshly painted nursery and a Chinese take-away later, Effy and Katie finally went home and left Emily and I in peace. I laid in front of the crackling fireplace while Emily took Libby out for a quick walk around the block. When she came back, she laid down next to me on the floor.

"How are you, love?" She asked me quietly as she traced along my arm delicately with her fingers. I hummed in response, her touch turning me on straight away. Emily had been using my raging hormones to her advantage lately, and I definitely wasn't complaining.

Her fingers moved up my arm and over onto my collarbone and neck. She leaned in and placed hot open mouthed kisses to each spot her fingers had just touched. I moaned as her fingers and lips descended to my chest. She pulled at the seams of my shirt, pushing it off to the side and out of her way. She grabbed the thin material of my bra and did the same, her delicate touch tracing just around my nipple before she leant in and covered my nipple with her mouth. I moaned even louder then. I heard Emily groan as she continued to lick at my nipple. Her other hand immediately moved to my other breast, pinching at the delicate skin of my nipple and kneading her palms into my breast. She moved on top of me, carefully placing her thigh between my legs, right against my centre. She moaned and ground into me.

"Fuck, Naoms, I can feel how wet and hot you are for me," Emily panted against my breast. I was only wearing a thin pair of leggings and an even thinner pair of panties, so I wasn't surprised that Emily could feel my arousal through my clothes.

"Take it off, Em. Take it all off," I replied breathlessly. My hands grabbed at Emily's baggy shirt, eager to remove it. Underneath, Em was wearing a simple sports bra that she took off herself since my hands were shaking too badly to take it off. Em pulled me up so I was sitting and removed my top and bra. She picked me up and quickly moved me to the couch, which was only a few meters away but I was still quite impressed by my wife's strength. She quickly lay down on top of me and smushed our breasts together before kissing me fiercely. I moaned into her mouth as her tongue moved against my own and her fingers traced down my side and began to remove my leggings and panties. As soon as they were off, Emily took off her own pants and used her bare leg to grind into me. Our lips detached as I moaned and Em moved so her lips were right by my ear.

"Fuck, Naomi," Em whispered, her hot breath cascading down my neck. I moaned again and ground myself into Emily's leg wantonly. I was so fucking close, covered in sweat and teetering on the edge of my orgasm but I wanted Emily to feel it, too. I reached down and sunk my fingers into Emily's heat, making her moan and bite down against my shoulder.

"Ride my fingers, Em," I whispered as Emily moaned even louder, but complied. She lifted herself up and pushed down against my fingers. I rewarded her by moving my thumb directly against her clit. "Good girl."

"Oh, fucking hell, Naomi," Emily husked. Her leg was still pressed against me, but I was so completely focused on Emily that I'd forgotten about my own orgasm for the moment. Em continued to ride my fingers, her tits bouncing as she did. She was completely losing control, and I could tell by the smouldering darkness in her eyes that she was seconds away from coming.

"Come for me, babe," I whispered. "Just fucking...come."

I curled my fingers inside her and flicked her clit insistently until Emily moaned and collapsed against me a few moments later, burying her face into my neck and hair. Even in her orgasmic haze, she still managed to fucking palm at my tit. I shuddered against her as she pinched at my nipple and felt her lips curve into a smile against the skin of my neck.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you, Naomi," Emily whispered into my skin. She kissed down my neck and across my chest. She paid close attention to my breasts before descending down my stomach. She grabbed my leg and pushed it so it bent at my knee before spreading me open. She kissed down my inner thigh and then pushed her tongue into my centre. I threaded my fingers through her hair, pulling her closer to me as her tongue pressed gently against my clit. She pushed her fingers deep inside me and curled her fingers on her way out. She pulled almost all the way out before pushing back into me again, setting a slow and torturous pace that gradually increased with each thrust. It really did feel like torture – Emily would push me to the edge, fucking me hard and quick. As soon as I was about to come, she'd slow things back down again.

"Fuck, Em, please," I whimpered as Emily started slowing things down again, pulling out of me ever so slowly but being sure to curl her fingers just as I liked. "Please fuck me harder."

Emily's tongue left my centre for a moment, though her fingers stayed buried inside me. She smiled up at me, looking at me through her lashes with her dark and lustful eyes.

"All you had to do was ask, dear."

And with that she firmly attached her lips to my clit and sucked and lapped at my wetness and her fingers pounded into me so hard I saw stars. She stretched me open, adding another finger and pressed her tongue against my clit and I felt myself clamp down against her fingers and the coil in my stomach burst and fucking finally, I came. I pushed Emily's head away from my centre. It was just too much to have her down there still insistently licking at me. She slid herself up against me and kissed me sloppily while I was still riding out my orgasm. Her kiss and the taste of me on her lips made me moan.

"You're so fucking hot," Emily whispered. I smiled and for once I felt embarrassed after we'd had sex.

"What? What is it?" Emily questioned. I peeked up at her through my fingers.

"Really? I'm still hot even though I'm pregnant?" I asked hesitantly. Emily's eyes went wide and she laughed gently.

"Naomi, trust me, you're still hot even though you're pregnant. I especially like the new additions," Emily added, looking down at my full breasts. "You're so hot, Naoms. I can't keep my hands off you."

I sighed happily, glad to know that I could still keep my wife satisfied despite my ballooning size.

"Shall we go to bed now?" Emily asked. She pulled herself off me and the couch and offered me her hand to help me up, which I gratefully accepted.

We climbed into bed naked, not bothered with putting on our pyjamas. Emily cuddled in behind me, placing her hand protectively over my baby bump before leaning over and kissing me goodnight.

"Love my two girls," She whispered in my ear. I smiled and leaned back to kiss her again.

"We love you back."

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