There's a part in here you could say is gross, but it's not gross if you love that person.

February 2nd...

Finally, though it seemed like just yesterday our little angel baby was born, Tianna was a year old.

Through every long night of sitting up with her because she wouldn't stop crying, through her first tooth, to her first time eating baby food, it was insane, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Now that she was a year old, and I was 16 weeks along with her younger sibling, things were much different. She was much different. She'd grown some fluffy blonde hair, and was basically a clone of me.

We decided to have her birthday at our apartment, and everyone in the family came over. Well, everyone except my mother. I'd put off telling her about anything, or why I chose to move back so soon after leaving. Then again, she'd never called, or asked any questions, so she must not care all that much.

For Tianna's party, we only decorated the living room, since that's where the party would be. Pink, purple and white streamers hung on the ceiling, with balloon bouquets on the ground. We'd put a striped table cloth of the same colors on the coffee table by the couch, and ordered a matching cake, with butterfly designs on top.

Once everyone arrived, we just talked about Tianna and our favorite memories of her so far, and took turns holding her.

The gifts were going to be hilarious, if Tianna acted anything like she did at Christmas.

She did. She put the paper in her mouth, making me stick my fingers in her mouth to get it out, and she stuck the ribbons on her shirt, then laughed like it was the funniest thing ever, making everyone else laugh and so much more.

The cake was a hilarious nightmare. Chuck was feeding it to her, and she decided to crawl over and spit it on me. I had to leave the room so she'd actually eat it.

Besides her weird behavior, Tianna was a perfect baby.

February 14th...

Chuck took Tianna so that I could be alone with Eric for Valentine's Day.

We'd been up for a while, when Eric randomly started talking.

"Ok, so I have a great day planned, and I can finally tell why I went to London."

"Do tell."

"I'll be right back." He left the kitchen, and came back a moment later with a box. He pulled out a couple garment bags. "I planned a photo shoot for today. And I got some clothes for it."

"What kind of photo shoot would that be?"

"A glamorous one." Eric told me as he pulled a pink, glittery dress out of one of the bags, then pulled out a red suit.

"This adorable, but are you sure that'll work?"

"If it doesn't fit, I also got backup."

"You're so cute. Where is the photo shoot going to be? And why?"

"It's going to be in a studio, and it's so when we're old, we can have the photos to look back on."

"That's so fucking cute. I like this idea."

"I knew you would."

A couple hours later...

We'd gotten to the studio and gotten dressed. The dress fit perfectly over my small, 17 week bump.

We got in front of the cameras and started posing. We took a cute family-style picture of Eric standing behind me and setting his hands on my bump, and one where we had our arms around each other and faced the camera.

There were many more done, too many to list.

After the shoot, we went home, dressed in the clothes from it.

As we walked in the door to our room, I gently pulled Eric against myself and kissed him passionately, running my fingers through his hair. When I started pulling him near the bed, he stopped me.

"Jen, I thought you didn't want to do anything while you're pregnant, to not take any chances with the baby?"

"I said not in the first trimester, and that was over a few weeks ago and no actual intercourse. We can still do oral. Plus it's not like we're going to go at it hard, so why not?"

"Only if you're sure you want to."

"I'm sure, come on!" I assured him as I started to slip out of my dress.

A few minutes later, I had his tip in my mouth, and I could tell he liked it, even though he tried to act like he'd rather do me. I ran my tongue down his shaft, and lightly kissed the head, enjoying making him squirm. I slowly slipped his whole length in my mouth, and went from there. It didn't take him long to come, filling my mouth and I took a moment to swallow it before climbing on top of him to kiss him, careful not to put any pressure on the baby.

Eric ran his hands over my back as we kissed for a couple minutes, before taking me by the waist and pulling me onto my knees over his face.

"Damn, you're really wet." He whispered to me.

"I know, because I want you." I whispered back as he kissed my pussy, making me arch my back and whimper a bit.

He rubbed my breasts with his hands as he circled his tongue around my clit, occasionally hitting it. Gently, he slipped his tongue in between the lips of my opening.

After a couple of minutes of him fooling around with his tongue, he got serious, sucking my clit as he massaged my lower back.

Eventually, I came, gripping the headboard and crying out in ecstasy.

Eric licked me up, then I layed beside him.

"Happy Valentine's Day. I love you." He whispered in my ear.

"I love you." I said back, before getting dressed to go to bed.