Mena's POV
So, its been a while. Naomi's eight and a half months pregnant. I gotta say she's most definitely popped these past weeks. Her belly is so perfectly round it was kind of ridiculous. Watching her wake up I raised her shirt and kissed her stomach. "Morning to my princesses."
"Morning," she placed her hand on my hair.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Barely anything at all. It felt like they were playing football inside me."
"Now girls, what did I say about behaving that way?" I poked her stomach. "You guys are grounded!"
Naomi giggled, "What are you even saying?"
"I'm practicing for when they get boyfriends."
"You're so cute," she smiled, "Now enough kissing them kiss me." Nay puckered up and kissed me passionately as she walked up to me.
"What was that for?"
She bit her lip, "Nothing... just one of those days."
"What kind of days?"
"Those days," she raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, well, we could."
"But we really shouldn't." Naomi groaned. "The doctor said it could speed up the process." She pouted as we headed downstairs.
"Whatever you say,"
"No don't do that,"
"Do what?" I chuckled.
"Not give an opinion. Do you want it or not?"
"With you I'm always up for it, but it's your choice Nay." I walked up to the kitchen as I used my phone. Suddenly I heard Naomi groan; she yanked my phone out of my hands and placed them in her butt. Slipping her hands on my neck she pulled me in for a kiss. I slowly walked her upto the counter, picking her up I sat her on it. Quickly I pulled back for a breath. "You hungry?"
"Always,"
"What do you want?"
"Pancakes please," chuckling I prepped the mix and handed Naomi the bowl and whisk as I heated up the pan. "I've always loved pancake batter," she said licking her finger.
"Keep doing that and there won't be enough batter to go around," I said walking up and standing between her legs. Naomi locked them around my and lifted my chin with the other end of the whisk.
"You're so hot in the mornings,"
"Likewise," I raised my eyebrows. Dipping my finger in the mix I decided to have a taste for myself. "You're right I did good," Nodding she placed a bit of it on my cheek and giggled, "What was that for?"
"Come here," Slowly she licked off the mix and made her way back to my lips as she went to take off my shirt.
"I love it when you get like this," I said as I pushed her back further against wall behind the counter and kissed her back.
"I've missed you so much," she whispered between breathes. "Fuck the pancakes." Naomi threw the bowl in the sink and tightened her grip around my neck as I picked her up and took her to our bedroom.
"I always miss you even when you're next to me." At this point we were both so into it, but I could feel Naomi pushing my hands back as they got closer and closer to her inner thighs.
"Gosh no, what was I thinking," she panted as I kissed her neck. "Fuck we have to stop.
"Stop this?" Naomi nodded while she bit her lip.
"Wait I'm serious, I can't, if we're not—" my lips interrupted her worlds. "Mena stop I can't do anything, I can't go further and its pissing me off."
Chuckling I pulled back, "You're genuinely frustrated over this,"
"Of course I fucking am, I live with you less than inches away from me and I can't do anything with you," she groaned. "I need a minute," Naomi got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Peaking through the door I could hear her, "Okay you girls need to come out already, you're ruining my sex life and this isn't what I signed up for."
"Be careful what you wish for," I couldn't help but chuckle at the door until I noticed her phone vibrate. Picking it up Naomi smiled and answered the text. For some reason that didn't sit right with me. Walking in I hugged her from behind, "Who's that?"
"Nobody," she put it down and turned to me as she put her arms on my shoulders "Can we sleep I'm—" the phone buzzed again.
"It's him isn't it," She sighed and put her arms down, "Tell me Nay,"
"Yes it's him, but he's just checking in alright. Chill out,"
"I would be chilled if you didn't hide the fact that you guys constantly talk from me,"
"I'm not hiding anything I just don't think its necessary to constantly be making you angry over something as stupid as talking to Jordan, Mena."
"Okay so constantly, does that mean I'm right? Do you actually talk constantly?" I raised my eyebrows at her.
Naomi rolled her eyes, "He's one of my best friends! I don't ask you who you text, why are you always on my ass about it?"
"Because I'm your husband and I have a right to figure out if my wife is—" I stopped my words.
"If I'm what?" I didn't respond. "If I'm cheating on you, really Mena?"
"You've cheated once before it wouldn't change a thing,"
"I cannot believe you just said that, the only time I've genuinely cheated on someone was with you. I cheated on my fiancé with you and you didn't have a problem with it. Oh and if I remember correctly you cheated on your ex as well. Remember that? When we got drunk and had sex in your apartment? Cause I sure as hell remember clear as day,"
"And the time you kissed Jordan in high school?"
"He kissed me! And you know what? Yeah I kissed him back, but its probably cause I was exhausted from having you always be on my ass about everything."
"Oh I was on your ass about everything? Then maybe I should've left you in the park all of those times you called in desperate need of someone. Remember those times Naomi? Remember when I was the only thing that would help you? And what did I get? A shit apology and you disappearing for the next three years."
"You forgot a psychotic ex girlfriend who wanted to fuck me over, "Oh poor Nina"." She rolled her eyes as she walked out of the bathroom.
"You're judging me for Nina like you didn't go after Scott the night after I fought with Jordan."
"And you're judging me for Scott when 1. There was never anything between us, 2. He's the one that gave you the stupid necklace,"
"What?"
Naomi raised her eyebrows at me as she yanked it off of her neck, "This, wasn't you,"
For a few seconds I stood there and took a deep breath. All of this was bound to happen eventually but I didn't expect it all to blow up this fast. Quickly I headed downstairs and to the kitchen. "Okay you know what, it wasn't but—" I noticed Naomi wasn't in the kitchen. "Nay?" Walking closer I saw her bent down to the floor next to a puddle of water. "Oh shit!"
Breathing heavy she looked up at me, "I thin— I think they're ready..." she held her stomach. "And it hurt like a bitch,"
"Okay okay, breath for a second I need to take the time," I bent down next to her. "Does it hurt right now?"
"Not right now,"
"Okay, contractions are spaced out then, we gotta get you to the hospital,"
"No shit,"
"Not the time to continue the fight Nay, come on!"
