THICK(18)

Bull smiles at me as he puts down the puppy that I can never hold as easily as he can. At least not recently. Our puppy Mac is growing faster than my baby bump. “What’s wrong with this one?” he picks up a soft peach dress I’d tossed to the floor moments ago. I know I need to go shopping for clothes, but every time I go we end up in the baby section and by the time we get home I’ve forgotten all about clothes for me but have bags full of baby clothes.

He walks over towards me, pulling the dress down over my head for me. “I need a bra,” I tell him as the dress falls into place.

“Lies.” He pretends to be appalled at the idea of me putting one on, or maybe he’s not pretending. My boobs have grown with my baby bump. Bull is enjoying them. Though Bull enjoys everything about me because he’s the sweetest man in the whole world. He probably sees my expanding body as more of me to love and he’s all for that.

I do a twirl. I don’t remember the dress being this cute on me before. “Maybe not that one.” It’s swiftly swished over my head.

“Hey!” It falls back to the ground, where Mac goes over to lie on top of it, taking Bull’s side. “Traitor,” I mouth to the dog. Bull grunts in approval as he picks me up. My hands go to his shoulders as he carries me over to the bed and lays me down.

“What are you doing?” I ask, even though I know. He pulls my panties to the side and his mouth finds my center.

“Calming you down,” he says against me before taking another long lick of me. Bull swears this is the only way to get me to calm down. I’m not going to argue with him on it because I’m pretty sure he’s right.

His broad shoulders spread my thighs wide as he devours me, licking and sucking until I’m coming undone for him, crying out his name. I lie in the center of the bed and don’t want to do anything but bask in the aftermath of Bull’s love. My eyes fall closed and my mouth forms a happy smile. All my jitters about Bull meeting my parents disappear. They’ll love him. How could they not?

I don’t know why I had the jitters to begin with. Both my parents already love him. My mom thinks he’s perfect for me. I think she relaxed more and enjoyed their year-long cruise when she knew I had someone watching out for me.

My eye flutter open as Bull pulls me up to a sitting position on the side of the bed. This time it’s a pink cotton dress he slides over my head. “This one won’t show your panties when you twirl,” he informs me.

“Oops.” I shrug. I hadn't noticed the other had done that. I only noticed that I filled out the dress better than the last time I’d put it on. Guess I fill it out a little too well now.

I watch as he picks up the clothes I tossed on the floor and ducks into the closet, returning a few moments later with a pair of my favorite flats, which he slides onto my feet.

“What about you?” I reach out to rub his hard-on and lick my lips. He calmed me down, but now his cock is all worked up. Though nine times out of ten when I brush against him it’s hard. The one time out of ten it’s not is when we’ve just gone at it like bunnies.

“We really don’t have time now, sweets.” He helps me from the bed before taking my hand in his and leading me downstairs into the kitchen, with Mac trailing right behind us.

“Want help?” I ask when he puts me in the high-top chair I sit at every morning when he makes breakfast. We’ve already had breakfast though. I glance at the clock and see my parents should be here anytime now. It’s already late into the afternoon. They’ve landed by now. Unless they got lost trying to find our place. I don’t know why they wouldn't let us pick them up from the airport. They said something about renting a car.

“I’ve got it.” He smiles and shakes his head at me. If I help I’ll probably end up breaking or spilling something, so I don’t push on helping. I swing my legs back and forth and spot my phone beside me. I check it, but there are no missed calls or texts.

“I talked to your mom before I came and found you destroying the closet,” Bull says, pulling a plate of prepared finger foods out of the fridge and setting it on the counter in front of me. I drop the phone down and go for the food.

“And?” I ask, shoving a tiny sandwich in my mouth. Since getting knocked up I no longer get lost in working and forget to eat. Not that Bull would ever let that happen. This baby can eat.

“They are probably pulling up now.” I look up at Bull. We are vastly different physically but we’re perfect together.

“I love you,” I tell him. I just love saying the words to him.

“I love you, too, sweets.” He leans down and gives me a kiss. I melt into him, wrapping my arms around him. He shifts, pulling me from my seat and putting me on my feet at the same time the doorbell rings. Suddenly he looks a touch nervous.

He doesn't get bothered about people looking at him anymore. In fact, now he jokes he was made so big to keep other men from looking at me. I roll my eyes whenever he teases about it. His jealousy is adorable to me. It’s not so adorable to the guys he mean-mugs for looking at me, though. That look only makes me giggle while others turn and run the other way. I don’t think they’re checking me out, but he’s says I don’t notice.

“They are going to love you. They already do,” I remind him. I poke him in the belly. He grunts as if it actually did something, making me laugh.