*Josie*
I got home after seeing Carl and made a batch of cookies. I then made muffins and a cheesecake. I didn't decorate for Easter and I wish I had. But I did get a cute Easter basket for Harry and I and placed the baked goods inside, along with our favorite candies. I had leftovers and watched the news until Harry returned home.
"I'm home!" He shouted from the foyer in his rich accent. Man, I love that voice of his. Carl, that voice is also something that he has that none of my other boyfriends have ever possessed.
I hoisted myself off the couch and patted my belly as I made my way to my husband. I was all smiles until I met his eyes. He avoided them and sighed heavily. He looked worn out and tired.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He sighed again and came into the kitchen.
"We lost an important client today in our accounting firm and it's just been a downhill from there on out." I frowned.
"I'm sorry, baby." I removed my hands from my belly and rested them on my butt. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a muffin. I undid the wrapping as I walked back to Harry. I gave him the muffin but he didn't want it.
"I don't eat when I'm stressed."
"That's why you're so skinny." He looked away and wrested his hands on his hips. I sat the muffin on the counter and walked in front of him. I unbuttoned his black jacket and slid it down his arms. I then undid his tie and unbuttoned the top button so he could breath better. "Do you have to go into work tomorrow?"
"Well, yes and no. I thought I could do it here." I smiled.
"Will you be able to get the client back?"
"Maybe, if I work hard."
"Then I'll help you." he smiled uneasily. "Remember I read those boring books of yours. And I'm not going to help you with your job, I'm going to ease your mind."
"Oh," he flirtatiously added as I unbuckled his tight belt and slipped my hands into his pants.
We made out in the middle of the room for five minutes until we moved to the couch. Harry was on top of me in his boxers as my yoga pant-legs wrapped around his torso. I distracted him some more for another forty minutes until I was thirsty and had to go to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I found a tall glass of water on the counter. Harry had picked up his clothes off the floor and had ran upstairs. He would most likely place them on the floor, and not even put them away or place them in the dirty clothes hamper.
*Harry*
I came skipping downstairs only to find my wife drinking her glass of water with one hand wresting on her bloated belly. Upon coming home. I had forgotten how tired I was when I saw the sight of my wife. She was wearing a tight tank top with a little jacket and leggings that hugged her curves and her butt perfectly. Her belly poked out of the shirt and her pants bulged outward around her belly. Over the past month, she's most likely gained over five pounds.
I came up to her in the kitchen, wearing sweats and nothing else, and kissed her belly. She looked down at me and rubbed her hand over my unruly, dark hair.
"I am not excited to have flabby skin once the baby is born." She admitted.
"That's what happens?"
"Well, I could always work out." I shrugged, knowing well enough that this conversation could go two ways. I could tell her to work out after the baby's born if she wants to avoid the flabby stomach, or I could tell her that she's beautiful no matter what and whatever she looks like after the pregnancy wont matter to me.
"I want more." I said under my breath. Her hand stopped on my head and I placed my own hand on her hard belly. "I want ... like ten kids. With you." I looked up and she had a look on her face that I couldn't decide upon. "Sorry, your tummy's gonna be a little flabby for the next few years." Perfect. I'm ingenious. Josie smiled and I knew I had said the right thing. She nodded and said, "Okay, let's have ten kids."
"Of course, this baby here makes that number eleven." Josie smacked my chest.
"This baby is number one of ten." She said. I chuckled and kissed her monstrously. "Harry! Baby! Stop it! Ha-ha-ha! Stop it!" I tickled her as I couldn't keep my lips off her neck and shoulders.
"You can't be this beautiful." I said sternly.
"Why not?" She giggled.
"Because, not only will you make other boys want you, you'll make my life a distraction forever." She kissed back and I dragged her upstairs.
The next morning, I woke up to no Josie. I looked around but found nothing. I removed the covers and pulled on sweat pants. I brushed my teeth before going downstairs and didn't comb my hair. I left it messy and thought that I kind of looked cute. My ears still stuck out like a mouse's but I couldn't fix them. On my way downstairs, I couldn't stop thinking about what Josie looked like. What she would be wearing once I saw her. What her hair looked like. If she was eating or reading or staring out the window. The idea that she was gone, was far from my mind.
I found Josie eating a donut as she read a magazine.
"Good morning, baby." I greeted. Josie smiled a chunky smile and held her arms out. I scooped her into a strong hold and laughed as she fed me the rest of her donut.
I looked down at the counter and found that the donut box of six was already half eaten. The snacks in her Easter basket were also half gone. She wore a pair of my boxers which were too tight on her thick thighs and love handles. Then she wore one of my white-collared shirts with a bright purple braw underneath. Her breasts were super perky and her hair was up in a messy, golden bun. She didn't have any make up on and she didn't have to.
"Last night was nice." Josie said after she licked some powder off the corners of my mouth. "I can't wait to have you all to myself today."
"I have work, remember?" She nodded but still pressed herself against me. She began giving me little kisses on my chest and stroking a finger down to my belly button. I gripped her hips and didn't want to let go. "Josie, I'm warning you," I breathed, barely being able to control myself. Josie tortured me for ten minutes until I finally stopped it. I grabbed some toast and headed into my office.
*Josie*
I finished off Harry's Easter basket and was beginning to feel fat, and it was only eight o'clock in the morning! I buttoned Harry's shirt on me over my belly and told myself that if the shirt became unbuttonable then I was in big trouble. I needed to start watching my weight. A pregnant woman my size is only supposed to gain twenty-five pounds during pregnancy. I've already gained twenty, and I had more than seventeen weeks left. Harry's shirt fit me—barely—and I wanted his shirts to keep fitting me just a little longer.
I worked on music a little bit during the morning until I was getting hungry. Before fixing something for me, I went to Harry's studies and asked him if he needed anything. He asked for a little food and I decided upon just getting Chinese because I wasn't in the mood to cook.
Once the food arrived, Harry took a break and we ate outside on the porch facing the lake. I was almost done with my orange chicken when I caught Harry just staring at me lovingly.
"What?" I asked with my mouth full.
"I love you." He smiled. I smiled dumbly back.
"I love you more." I said. Harry reached across and placed his hand on my stomach.
"And I love you, too." My heart melted and I relaxed in my seat. Harry rubbed my belly some more and I couldn't help but enjoy it. Suddenly he got out of his seat and knelt down in front of my belly in between my legs. His face had concern written on it and he placed both hands on my stomach.
"I swear I just felt the baby kick." I sat up and waited with Harry. I felt something and Harry's eyes lit up. "Wow, that's amazing!" I giggled and he laughed. "Has he been kicking this whole time?" I shrugged.
"I feel so stupid! I knew there was a weird tingling in my belly but I never thought it was our little man moving around in there!"
"Oh, Josie! This makes me so happy." Harry was beaming and I couldn't help but break down in tears. My husband chuckled and wiped away my tears. "Let's go inside and watch a movie." I nodded as I whimpered and sniffed up leaking snot as Harry hoisted me to my feet and lead me inside. I picked out a movie as he cleaned up outside.
"What movie should we watch?" He asked as he sat down next to me and wrapped a long arm around me.
"Let's watch a romantic comedy."
"Sure." I kissed Harry's boney cheek and turned on Just Friends. He pulled out his phone a few times in the beginning until he was on it the rest of the movie. I didn't bother him about it, instead, I irritated him the rest of the film. I rested my head on his lap and pressed on his privates when I laughed. I then got up and grabbed a bag of Doritos. I ate the whole bag of chips making the chewing noises and cracking the chips while they hung halfway out of my mouth. Then I licked my fingers and added sucking noises to that once the whole bag was gone. I got up and made myself two packages of ramen noodles. Then I laid on the couch with my legs apart and my feet on Harry. I slurped the noodles obnoxiously and yet, Harry didn't groan or sigh or roll his eyes, nor did he even look my way. Once my noodles were done, I got up again, and grabbed an apple. I sat back down on Harry's lap. He acted like he didn't care and actually placed a hand around me, most likely to hold me steady on his boney lap. The credits began rolling and I looked at Harry.
"Oh look at that," I looked down at myself. I placed the apple core on the table and sighed. "I have a noodle between my boobs." I unbuttoned the white shirt. "Oh, that was the sun. Ha-ha. Oh but look, my tummy is bulging." I began unbuttoning Harry's white shirt and straddled myself across his lap. I pressed myself against him and finally, he groaned.
"Josie," he warned, "I'm working."
"I know, but you're working so hard, you should take a break." I took my hair out of my bun and shook it around. I placed my hands on his chest and just as I was about to whisper in his ears nasty things, my husband dropped his phone, grabbed my butt and back, and slammed his lips against mine. He grew hard and I giggled. He kissed me like he couldn't get enough of me.
By the end of the evening, Harry and I were naked on the floor of the living room, Netflix still waiting for us to pick another movie.
Harry rolled off of me still breathing hard. "I really need to get back to work." He said.
"I'm not stopping you."
"Yes, you are." He whined. "You're sexiness is addicting. You're like a drug."
"Oh, I love your accent." I rolled on top of him careful not to crush the baby.
"I don't think I can go again, sweetheart." I smiled and just fell to his side and curled into his sweating body as his arms were outstretched. "What time is it?" I held my stomach as I got up to look at the time on my phone.
"It's five. Can I make you anything to eat?"
"Well, are you hungry?"
"Babe, we both know I'm always hungry." He chuckled as I slipped on my braw.
"Go for it." I put on his white shirt and sat down beside him.
"You know, I kind of feel bad that we didn't get anything for Easter for one another."
"Don't worry about it, today was a treat." He placed his strong hand on my belly and his face lit up as we both felt the little kick of our baby. "I can't wait for this little guy to come into this world."
"Me neither."
"What do you want to call him?" Harry got to his feet and grabbed his sweats. He handed me his boxers and I gladly took them. They were super tight.
"I really do need to get back to work, though." I nodded. "And maybe John."
"For a name?" Harry nodded with a smile. For the rest of the evening, I sat on Harry's lap at his desk as he worked on his computer. My legs were straddled over him and I watched movies on my phone with AirPods over his back.
*Harry*
Josie's phone dropped on the ground and I knew she was most likely asleep. I turned my laptop off and carried her to our room. I hadn't carried her in a while nor was I used to carrying a 150 pound woman. I got her up the stairs and into bed. Then I climbed in myself.
The next day I was dreading. I don't want to see Mr. Halliday and plans for Josie had to go according to plan.
I got up early and made Josie breakfast. Then I woke her up. "Baby, I made your favorite." Her own food was actually all her favorite but I knew she liked toast with Nutella. She moaned and I saw a smile creep up on her face. "Good morning, beautiful." She scoffed.
"Thank you, honey." She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then she looked around the room and narrowed her eyes. "Did you carry me to the bedroom?"
"Yes." I answered, placing the tray of food on her lap. Her beaming smile came back and she removed the tray from her lap. She got on her knees and hugged me.
"You know, mommy's feeling a little needy." She breathed into my mouth. I rubbed her butt and I nodded.
"Is she now?" We kissed over and over again.
"How long will you be gone today?"
"I don't know. Since I did work yesterday here at home, it will be shorter. I might get home at eight. Be a good girl while I'm gone."
"Always." We kept our fat kisses going. "Oh, I have label stuff to do today."
"Man, I can't wait to hear your songs. Remind me again why you won't just sing them for me right here and now? Why all the wait?" I squeezed her close then pulled her down on top of my lap. She giggled as I said, "Daddy doesn't like to wait." I began kissing her neck and tickling her at the same time.
"Because I want to surprise you!"
"Surprise me now." She pulled on my ears and I let go of her. "No ears!" I teased. I gave her one last kiss before sliding out from under her and getting up from the bed. "I'll see you at lunch."
"Bye, baby!"
"I love you!" I heard her giggle as I left the room.