Friday, March 25, 2022- 11 weeks
Sheldon set the alarm for five o'clock this morning. In the past week, we've packed most of the apartment into boxes and the movers are coming this afternoon. He wants to ensure we'll have enough time to finish packing before they arrive. All that's left to pack is the toiletries we kept out to use this morning and our bedding. Penny and Leonard agreed we could have breakfast across the hall this morning so we could pack the kitchen yesterday. "Amy, it's time to get up," he's whispering to me as I feel the bed move while he climbs out. I just want a few more minutes of sleep. There's something else I want more, but I don't see that happening this morning. Sheldon emerges from the bathroom and crawls across the bed. "Amy," he whispers again. His breath is warm and minty against my face.
I reach my hand out and pull his face to mine, kissing him and pulling back, grinning. "Morning."
"Amy, we have a lot to do this morning," he's starting to move away, only to be stopped by my hand on his wrist, not letting him off the bed.
"Please, Sheldon?" I slip my glasses on and shift to sit up in bed. "It's our last morning in this apartment. Don't you want to create one last memory?"
He's clearly not getting the hint. "If you get out of bed now, I'll have time to wash these sheets before the movers get here." Any mood that was there is gone now. I don't want to spell it out for him and he won't be into it. Maybe tonight for our first night in the house.
Sheldon and I made two trips to the house before the movers arrived with smaller boxes that I can get started on unpacking while he's directing the movers with which room to unload the items from the truck to. Moving is always stressful, and today has taken its toll on Sheldon. He's been working so hard all day and refusing to let me help with any of the big things. He's been in our bedroom for a few hours, determined to have it ready for us to spend the night here tonight. "Wow. This looks amazing, Sheldon." He maneuvered the dresser into the corner under the windows and assembled our bed on the opposite wall, all on his own.
He's stretching the fitted sheet onto the mattress. "Hi," he stops what he's doing on sits on the edge of the bed. I sit next to him and start to lean against him, but am stopped, "You don't want to do that. I'm sweaty and need to shower before bed. Have you gotten to any of the bathroom boxes yet?"
"I don't care that you're sweaty. I am, too. I haven't gotten to the bathroom boxes, but I did pack us an overnight bag for tonight with towels, toiletries, fresh pajamas, and clothes for tomorrow." The exhaustion is getting the best of Sheldon and he rests his head against my shoulder. I can't help myself and kiss the top of his head. "It's the blue suitcase in the living room. Why don't you shower while I finish making the bed? You can order a pizza or something while I shower."
"I'm too tired to wait for pizza. Do we have any food here?" He's so cute when he's like this.
"You shower. I'll see what I can find." A jar of peanut butter and a loaf of bread is on the counter; it's not much, but it will work for tonight. I make two sandwiches and place them on a napkin, carrying them back to our bedroom. Sheldon didn't make it to the shower after I left. He's lying on the mostly unmade bed, shoes still on, with his eyes closed. "Sheldon, go shower before you fall asleep." My direction is met with a groan and he moves his arm over his eyes to block the light. I place the sandwiches with their napkin on the nightstand, scanning the room for the rest of the bedding. I collect the pillows from the corner and drop them on the bed. He doesn't react. There's no doubt he's asleep. I carefully untie his shoes, loosening them to slip them from his feet. Knowing Sheldon, he'll wake in the middle of the night in a panic over falling asleep in his clothes. I unfold the comforter and drape it over him before turning off the light and collecting the overnight bag from the living room to take a shower before turning in for the night myself.
Saturday, March 26, 2022- 11 weeks
Sunlight is just starting to creep in around the edges of the curtains when the bed shifts. Sheldon is up, but I pull the blanket tighter around my shoulders, using the end of it to hide my face from the morning light. I hear Sheldon in the shower and after his regular twelve minutes, the water shuts off. I feel the bed move behind me much sooner than I'd expect for him to get dressed. "Good morning, Amy," he whispers as he crawls under the comforter once again. I smile without rolling over. He settles behind me, still warm from the shower. My hair is being moved away from my neck and kisses are peppered below my ear. "I love you."
That's all it takes for me to flip over. "You didn't get dressed after your shower," I state, just now noticing his lack of clothing. He shrugs, inching closer to me, pressing his lips to mine. Sheldon didn't shave yet this morning; his slight stubble tickles my chin. My fingers tangle in his wet hair; his hand skates down my sides before cupping my ass. He won't admit it, but my husband is definitely an ass man.
"Aren't you going to say it back?"
"I love you, too," I whisper. He rolls into me, closing the space between us. He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and the light touch sends a shiver down my spine. I feel him tug at the front of my nightgown; I lift my bottom to slip the nightgown over my head.
Sheldon's eyes are dark and his pupils are wide. "I'm sorry for brushing you off yesterday morning. Would you like to make our first memory in our new home?" I nod and help him shimmy my panties down my legs. Goosebumps spread across my skin in the wake of Sheldon's touch as he slides his hand down my front, lower and lower. I open my legs for his descending hand and he groans when he discovers how ready I am for him.
He climbs between my legs and holds my gaze as he gently pushes into me. I mewl at the feeling as he thrusts slowly and pulls back almost fully before pushing in again, taking up a slow, almost unsure, pace. His hesitancy reminds me of our first time. I reach with both hands, pulling his face to mine. I kiss him softly before whispering, "It's okay, Sheldon." I begin to move with him as his pace quickens. Those movements cause him to rub against me with his lower body and my moans grow louder. "Yes! Sheldon!" I suddenly cry out in a high-pitched wail as my entire body seizes.
Sheldon follows a moment after me, breaking eye contact for the first time as he closes them in ecstasy. "Amy," he quietly grumbles before collapsing on top of me and I wrap my arms around him.
"I love you, Sheldon," I whisper again before I press a kiss to the top of his head.
Sheldon rolls onto his side next to me and pulls me into his arms again. I rest my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he continues to catch his breath. Tilting my head up, I plant a soft kiss against the stubble on his chin. "Was that okay?" he mumbles.
"It was great. I've read that sex while pregnant can be even better and it was." It's been months since we've had sex for no reason other than being together. It wasn't because it was on a schedule to make a baby or because it was my birthday. I've missed the spontaneity that his pseudo-schedule gave us. "Thank you for making our first time in this house so wonderful." I shift into my side, my bare chest pressed against him. He drapes his arm over me, his fingertips tracing a pattern on my hip. I snake my hand under the pillow, finding his resting next to his head, and intertwine our fingers. I look up at him and smile at him, which he returns. "You know, we still have a few days before the lease is up at the apartment. Wanna do it there one last time?" Sheldon doesn't verbally answer, but the way he wiggles his eyebrows tells me we aren't quite done at the apartment.