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I nuzzled my face in her neck, but she still held herself stiffly. “I’m sorry,” I murmured softly, needing my words to help me make this okay. “I just got scared that something was wrong. We haven’t been here and I’m still struggling with guilt over you having to go through the last three months alone. That’s on me and not you. I shouldn’t take it out on you at all.”
She relaxed against my chest, her fingertips making shapes on my arm which had my cock hardening under her ass. When she wiggled her hips and bit her lip to hide her smile, I knew we would be okay.
“I know,” she looked up at me, her hazel eyes shining with understanding, “and I get it.” She looked away and not having her eyes on me almost killed me, but then she looked back at me, and I could breathe again. “Since you guys weren’t there with me to find out the gender, it didn’t feel right for me to know. I kept thinking about how different it would be if I hadn’t left and we were facing it together. Finding out felt like I was taking something else from you and I couldn’t do it.”
Her words stung, but I completely understood where she was coming from. I had no words that would be enough, and I knew it. Instead, I kissed her, hoping she could feel everything that I wanted from her, everything I hoped for our future, in the way our lips slid against each other. I poured all of myself into it and we only parted when we were breathless, and our woman’s eyes were half-lidded with lust.
Our baby kicks my hand and pulls me back into the present as I laugh. “That one was strong.” Heather winces slightly and panic starts to rise in my chest. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
I could kick myself because none of us thought to ask that already. I mean, we’re talking about a small human, inside of her, kicking her internally. It couldn’t feel good, right? But does it hurt? Those are two different things.
She shakes her head and gives me a soft smile. “It doesn’t really hurt in the way you’re probably thinking about pain. It’s uncomfortable sometimes, especially when they nail my bladder or turn a certain way and it feels like I can’t get a full breath.” She huffs out a laugh. “From what I understand, both of those things will only get worse as they continue to grow.”
My eyes widen and my jaw drops as I look between her belly and her face. I don’t know how it didn’t sink in that the baby will continue to get bigger and her body will have to accommodate it in some way. I must look utterly horrified because Heather starts laughing so hard that she has tears streaming down her face.
She hiccups as she gets her laughter under control and lets out a groan as she rubs right above her baby bump. “Hiccups and a baby belly do not mix,” she grumbles.
I kiss her forehead and smooth a hand over her belly. Again. Because I can’t stop.
I arch an eyebrow at her, my voice a challenge, “Now, are you going to tell me what you’re craving?”
The way Heather pouts has me leaning forward and nipping at her bottom lip. She mumbles, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I look deep into our woman’s eyes and hope she can see how sincere I am. “Please, Cherub, we’re here for you. You always start to fidget when you want something but don’t want to ask for it. But what you haven’t seemed to grasp is we are here for you. We’re here to cater to you and make sure you are happy and taken care of. It’s the greatest honor I have ever had in my life. Please, let me do it.”
Her eyes become glassy with tears, and I barely stop myself from laughing. She might think it’s funny or she might be offended. It could really go either way. In the time that we’ve been in Sweetwater Valley we’ve seen both outcomes. Hormones are no fucking joke.
“I was thinking about getting up and getting some Cheez-Its,” she mumbles, pink coloring her cheeks slightly.
I kiss her cheek before moving her just enough to not jostle her when I stand up. “Coming right up, Cherub.”
The way she smiles up at me, like I just gave her the entire fucking world when all I’m really doing is getting her a snack, has my chest feeling tight. She doesn’t ever ask for much when it comes to her cravings. We haven’t needed to go out in the middle of the night and hunt down a buffalo or anything wild like that.
I think getting up to get her some cheesy crackers sounds like a pretty good gig. She’s usually willing to share too. Not when it comes to ice cream though, we learned that the hard way. There was some yelling which quickly dissolved into crying. None of us want a repeat of that.
No fucking thank you.
I pour her snack into a bowl because I’ve also learned she gets frustrated if there’s packaging in the way and she will eat an entire box if it’s handed to her. Then she complains about not feeling good. When we give her a limited amount and are always willing to grab a little more, it curbs her craving, and she doesn’t get too full.
I shake my head and grin as I put the box away because taking care of Heather feels so natural. Being with her again, after missing her so much, is better than it was before. I know it’s because we’re now embracing what is between us fully.
The only problem is that we can’t stay in Sweetwater Valley forever. We need to go home, and Heather needs to come with us. We’ve been giving her time to get used to having us back in her life while dropping little comments here and there without putting a lot of pressure on her. I can only hope that it’s working.
When I hand her the bowl with her snack, she grins up at me as I settle back in next to her. I’m not sure where the other guys are, but I’m grateful as fuck to have this time alone with our woman. We need to be a cohesive unit, but we have to have a strong relationship with her one-on-one as well.
“Thank you,” she gushes before holding out the bowl to me. “Want one?”
“I’m good, Cherub,” I assure her. “That’s for you and little one.”
She starts to happily much on her cheesy crackers while we watch whatever show she has on. It’s a home decorating show and while I wouldn’t normally pay much attention, it’s giving me ideas about the fixtures and finishes Heather will like for our home.
I do feel bad we kept the house from Scope, but it was because we couldn’t tell him about the club account when he was a prospect. Once he got his patch, we were going to talk to him about it and then go and get our woman. He doesn’t seem too pissed about it and I can’t wait for the house to be finished so our woman can make it into a home.
I take the bowl from her when she’s done and arch an eyebrow in question, wondering if she wants more, but she just shakes her head. In a surprisingly graceful move considering her baby belly, she straddles my lap and looks at me with wide, hungry eyes.
“That craving has been satisfied,” she purrs, and my cock is instantly ready to do her bidding.
“Oh?” I tease her, “Do you have another craving I can satisfy?”
