She broke off from me and rested her head on my left shoulder since, I could only imagine, the pauldron might be a little uncomfortable to lie directly on top of. Breathing heavily, I wrapped my arms around her as she lied right next to me. Both of us were drenched in sweat and were panting like dogs. She threw her one free arm around me and wrapped it around so she could grip my right side.
We didn't even exchange words. In fact, we didn't even want to talk. We were both so tired to the point where we could barely move. I moved her bangs out of the way and gently kissed her forehead as she lied there panting. She moved herself up a bit and kissed me on the cheek and put her hand over the baby bump and rested her head just under my chin.
I put my hand over her hand and nuzzled the top of her head a bit. My hand was always bigger than hers, so I was also touching the baby as well. Through the short breaths and sweat, I managed to smile for her. She struggled, but she managed to do the same. This was it for us. This was all that mattered.
I threw my head back to catch my breath and allowed my eyes to roll back into my head a bit. Being as exhausted as I was, it felt amazing. I just loved feeling Nebula by my side, right there, next to me, side-by-side. She began to move her hand back and forth on my tummy which felt phenomenal. She pushed more of herself onto me and yet again kissed my cheek. I didn't mind it. In fact, I drew her into me even more.
She snuggled up with me and rubbed my belly so delicately I could barely feel it. I could see the smile on her face stretch from one ear to the other. I began to brush her hair with my hand as I rubbed her side with my free hand. Through her shirt, I could feel her slightly toned abs and obliques. Now this is a woman!
I always admired her for her overall physical appearance and composure. I wouldn't say that she's in peak physical condition, but she's fairly fit. Work was, and still is, my workout. My abs were firm with a very thin layer of fat that surrounded it, but since I became pregnant, my stomach is firm for another reason.
She eventually slid downward and cuddled with the baby. I couldn't help but smile, and I couldn't resist the instinctive urge to pet her hair. She rolled herself on top of me slightly, more over my legs than anything, and kissed the baby before going to rub it again. I put my hand over her's and began tearing up from all the joy I was experiencing.
She kissed the baby again and held my hand over top of the baby. I don't know if this would be the right time, but I said it anyway. "I love, Neb," I told her smiling.
"I love you too, Dew," she replied. She brought herself up to eye level again and nuzzled me a bit before kissing me. This wasn't just an ordinary kiss, though. She kissed me the same way the people do in the country her family's from. I guess if you want a french kiss, you might as well get it from somebody who is French.
She got off the bed and stretched as far as she could. "Oh, and where are you going?" I demanded playfully.
"Got any food here?" she asked.
"Uh, ya. Not a lot, though. Check underneath the sink. Oh, and there's a public bathroom right by the entrance to the lot."
"'Kay," she replied. "Want anything."
"Naw. All the things I actually eat I hide under the bed. The baby won't let me eat anything. I'll eat later."
"Alright," she replied.
She plopped herself on the bed next to me with a bag of something. I couldn't quite tell what it was, but it was something my dad or grandparents gave me when I told them I got my own place. She curled up right next to and proceed eating. I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her forehead as if nobody was watching. Afterall, it's my trailer. As long as nobody's getting hurt, what goes on behind closed doors is nobody else's business, especially the government's.