I awake the
next morning with my husband draped over me. I love it when his hand is over my
big belly and his legs over me. He looks so peaceful and angelic, but I know
otherwise he isn’t. I don’t move a muscle, because if I do I will wake him. He
barely sleeps, but lately he has had more sleep than me. I am the one who does
not sleep very much, because this pregnancy is getting very uncomfortable. The
baby seems to be active at night.
Christian sleepily opens his eyes
and says, “Good morning, Mrs. Grey.” “Good morning, Mr. Grey,” I answer softly.
We kiss each other softly.
We head down to the kitchen. Little
Teddy is already eating breakfast that Gail cooked for him. “Good morning Gail,
little Teddy,” I say. Christian says the same. We both kiss Teddy on his
cheeks.” “Good morning mommy and daddy,” Teddy says.
“Mr. Grey and Ana what would you
like for breakfast?” Gail asks us.
We finish our breakfast. I take a
shower and get dressed in a peach loose dress which accents well my growing
body. A little extra cleavage is showing just for Christian. I select a tan
sandal to wear. My hair is blow dried and hanging over my breasts. I put on a
little lip gloss and mascara. Just
perfect!
Christian picks up Teddy and walks
over to me. He pulls me close to him and wraps me in his arms. His lips meet
mine and we kiss. Teddy covers his eyes with his little hands and looks away.
We stop kissing and laugh at how our little boy is embarrassed of our display
of affections toward each other.
I saunter over to him and kiss him
on his sensual lips. He moans when our lips meet.
When our lips part we gaze in each
other’s eyes. The sexual tension between us is so intense. We will have to relieve it sometime today.
We sit on the couch. Teddy is
watching a cartoon on the television. Christian has his arms around my waist. I
whisper in his ear, “I want you really bad. I have been a bad girl.” He
whispers back, “Yes you have been a bad girl. We could take care of that. We
aim to please, Mrs. Grey.”
His palm is twitching and my whole
body is tense. I truly will never get enough of him. He is my kryptonite.
We lay Teddy in his bed. Christian
holds my hand and leads me to our sanctuary.
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