Resolution (Saviour #2)(71)
“Really, we’re gonna go over all this again, I explained to you what happened. Are we really gonna argue about my ex and let him spoil our day?”
I stand up and go to walk into the bedroom but he grabs my hand and pulls me between his legs as he remains seated on the edge of the bath.
“Lauren, look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, about the kiss I mean, but I’m serious about the rest; I do not want you near that man, you understand me?”
I roll my eyes, knowing that it will piss him off. “Yes Gabe, understood, loud and clear.”
“Good, now get naked and get on the bed, I need to be inside you, and do it without rolling your eyes.”
I head backwards out of the bathroom and roll my eyes continuously as I walk. It actually makes me feel sick, but I’m a defiant cow so I keep doing it regardless. Then he jumps up and chases me and I scream like a little girl until he pushes me back on the bed and shuts me up with his mouth on mine.
CHAPTER 22
I wake on Saturday morning to the sensation of my nipple being sucked; I look down at my favourite site in the whole wide world. Gabe’s beautiful laughing eyes looking up at me; I feel his smile against my naked flesh and it makes me shudder. He shagged me senseless last night but as he crawls between my legs and kisses up my body I can feel that he is more than ready to go again and more importantly, so am I, I rake my fingers through his hair; how did I get so lucky? He really is the stuff of fantasies, and I know it’s not just me being biased, I’ve seen the way other women react around him, the affect he has on them, but he loves me, he wants to marry me. I have his babies tucked away safely in my womb, a part of me and a part of him, all mixed up together and growing inside me, and like the freaky weirdo that he is, he’s over the f*cking moon about it!
“Good morning my beautiful wife to be and mother of my babies. Did you sleep well?”
“Good morning hus…Oh shit! Gabe quick, move, I’m gonna spew, move!” I jump up and run to the toilet as fast as I can; realising the bath is nearer, I lean over and empty my stomach into it with so much force. That I empty my bladder all over myself at the same time, every time I heave, I wee. How f*cking embarrassing and this is only the start, granted, I woke up busting and should have gone straight away, but Gabe was sucking my nipple and there was no way I was missing out on a chance of a bit of morning nookie, but now look at me, I’m mortified. He places a cold flannel on the back of my neck and my bath robe over my shoulders. I look up at him and burst into tears.
“I wet myself” I cry like a three year old. Not just a little cry either, I go into full meltdown. Ugly face crying.
“If I’m wetting myself now, what will I be like in a few months? I won’t be able to leave the house in case I cough or sneeze, I’ll be like the woman off of Little Britain, just pissing everywhere and the fatter I get, the worse it will get and everything will be all loose and baggy afterwards and I will have stretch marks and saggy tits.”
I can hardly speak between my sobs, my nose is running and blowing snotty bubbles and I’m a dribbling, hysterical mess. I really thought I had all of this under control, I thought he had helped convince me yesterday that I had nothing to worry about, and then scarier, more frightening thoughts come rushing into my hormonally afflicted, overthinking brain. “What if there’s something wrong, what if I lose them, what if they have learning difficulties or other issues and it’s because I’m old? I’ve been drinking and smoking, I even got stoned; there are so many things. So much that could go wrong. I’m so scared Gabe, I’m so f*cking scared.”
He doesn’t say a word, he pulls a towel down off the rack and throws it onto the floor to soak up my mess, he walks across to the shower and turns it on and then comes back to where I’m kneeling in front of the bath, picks me up and walks into the steaming hot jets of water, still holding me, he slides down and rests his back against the wall and just holds me tight until I calm down.
“This has got to stop Lauren; getting yourself in such a state isn’t good for you or the babies. I love you, no matter what, I love you, no matter what changes this pregnancy makes to your body, I love you. I cannot wait to see your belly grow with my children inside, I cannot wait for your tits to get bigger and fill with the milk that you will feed my babies with, I can’t wait for any of those things, just the thought makes me realise that with every single day and with every single change in your body, I am probably just going to love you more and more. I don’t care about stretch marks and pissing yourself, it’s happening because you are growing my babies in your belly and I cannot begin to tell you, how happy and proud I am of that fact. Please, please believe me Lauren and stop getting yourself in such a mess, and for the record. Being the freaky weirdo that I am, thinking about all of those things is making me so f*cking hard for you, I can hardly think straight.” He kisses my hair and my forehead, my nose, my eyes and my lips and despite my previous outburst of the last ten minutes, my out of control pregnant brain now just wants sex, right now, cannot wait sex! I straddle him, not breaking our kiss, he holds onto my arse cheeks as I lower myself down on him and he slides inside me, I suddenly stop.
“What…What’s wrong? Lauren. Did I hurt you?”
“Should we even be having sex, shit, is it safe?”