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I didn't expect another reaction from my parents. It was perfect. Their reaction was so, so prefect. They are very happy for us. I know it and mom texted me again after our call that ended after one hour of questions.
She told me that she is sure I have the right man by my side to do all of this. And I know that. I know I couldn't get any luckier than with this man but it felt amazing to hear it from my mother too.
It's mind blowing and absolutely beautiful to watch this huge, grumpy man almost melt as soon as he sees my belly. He looks so proud already. He looks like he would do anything for this little human inside me. And he will. He will do anything to see this baby happy. And so will I.
We headed to bed soon after the conversation with my parents, chatted a little longer in his bed before I fell asleep. I woke up the same exact way I fell asleep yesterday. My body pressed against Nathaniel's body as his hand rests on my belly.
He always holds me like that. Right now, I am laying in bed, looking into the mirror that is right next to the bed and watch the man behind me sleep. He has his head above mine what gives me the perfect view of this beautiful man.
I am already thinking about who he or she will look more alike. I think about many things lately. How I am going to handle work with the baby. How long I will stay at home with it.
My hormones don't let me think pretty things all the time though. Sometimes things cross my mind I would've never thought about.
I have faith in our relationship. I really do. I think we both changed each other for the good and I think we are both happy. But I would like to know why he won't tell me about himself. I really don't know much about him and that is what scares me sometimes.
Because I feel like I need to know. Like I have the right to know. We mostly start a fight whenever I ask him. It's a sensitive topic for him.
I got out of my thoughts for a short amount of time when I felt him moving behind me, removing his hand from my belly to stretch his hole body. After he finished that he looked over to me with a smile. "Morning," I say quietly as I turn around to fully face him before I wrap my arm around his torso to rest my head on his chest.
Nathaniel immediately kisses the crown of my head as soon as I am comfortable and brings the arm which is beneath me on my ass, squeezing it a little bit.
"You know what? You look really fucking sexy today," he whispers. I couldn't unsee the boner in his pants and I couldn't ignore the wetness between my legs. But sex during pregnancy is just not the same as before.
Don't get me wrong, it's still the best sex I have ever had. How could it be any different with that man? I just feel sorry for him.
He can't grab my boobs because they are too sensitive. That's the first thing because he absolutely loves them. I am so tired after it I can't get up for like half an hour after we are finished which means that quickies are turning out to be pretty hard.
He always says he doesn't care about that as long as I feel comfortable. And I don't. I couldn't be uncomfortable with this man.
I leaned my head up to look at him which was followed with him starting to kiss me. A small whimper escaped me as his hand that was on my ass made its way between my legs from behind, adding a little pressure on my clit.
Nathaniel suddenly removed all his hands from my body, grabbed me and placed me on my back on the bed. He got to the end of the bed to position his head between my legs and started his work as soon as my underwear was pulled aside.
His warm tongue on me made me yelp. I immediately grabbed his hair to stable myself and to hold him as he worked me up. God, he does it so fucking amazing but with me being me, I couldn't let it go anymore. "Nate?" I manage to ask without losing my breath.
He answers with a hmm, not letting go of me with his mouth. "When will you- oh, god!" I was interrupted by him hitting the spot that makes me go crazy. I can feel his grin against my skin.
"When will you tell me about your family? About your life before me?" As soon as those words left my mouth, he stilled. He didn't move an inch. The only thing I felt was his hot breath against my sensitive spot.
His head shoots up as he looks at me. "Seriously? Why would you ask me this right now?" He asks me, sounding kind of annoyed. "I just think I have the right to know." I tell him.
Nathaniel exhales loudly as he looks away from me and puts my underwear where it was before as he shakes his head and gets up to walk out of the room. "Great way to ruin the mood, Vaeh."
I was right behind him. Got out of the bed and followed him to where he was going. I saw how tense the muscles on his back were. They are always tense. But not like that.
He almost slammed the door in my face. At first I thought he didn't know I was behind him. But I knew I was wrong when I heard the door being locked from the inside. "Please let me in." I begged him over and over again.
It took him minutes to come back out, wearing sports clothes and arranging his headphones for using them. "Where are you going?" I ask him. "Going for a run." He answers me without any kind of emotion. "You're just going to go without giving me an answer? Is this how we are going to do it? I ask you about your life and you run away?"
God, I got so fucking sad, felt the tears leaving my eyes as I walked behind him. He stopped in front of me as I finished talking and turned around to look at me. He also had tears in his eyes. Tears of anger.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why the fuck can't you let this go?! It doesn't matter, Carter! It doesn't matter what I did in my life before you! What matters is that there is you, this baby and me!" I suddenly hated my last name when it came out of his mouth. He hasn't said it in a long time. Not in this tone.
He was raging. "My life before you," he says as he tries to calm down but fails miserably. "it's none of your fucking business. Alright? Get that in your stubborn head."
That was the last thing he said before he turned around and walked to his front door. "Don't you dare go away, Nathaniel, don't you-" I couldn't even finish my sentence. He slammed the door shut with such force I wonder how it's still in its place.
And there I was. Standing in my boyfriends apartment, my face stained with tears, not knowing what to do but being sure that I can't stay there and wait for him to come back. So I walked into the bedroom and got my phone out to text my friend.
