he be so wonderful and how could I be so insecure about him, us, the baby and everything our future held?
Adrian
She wasn’t fooling me. Karen might not open up and confess her deepest, darkest fears, but she was scared shitless to have the chicklet. All I could hope was that tomorrow at her baby shower, she’d be happy and Bess would boost her confidence.
I lathered a cloth with body wash and rubbed it over her belly, up under her breasts. Kay had amazing breasts and they were even fuller since she was pregnant. My hands wouldn’t stay off of them. Her nipples were darker, more a plum than a deep pink that they had been, and they were larger. Watching her body change over the months she’d been pregnant with the chicklet was like being initiated into some religious cult where God let you in on the secrets of life that only other dads got to witness firsthand.
The fe male body was amazing. All a man’s body did was make a deposit. Woman’s body nurtured and protected, grew and reshaped. I always knew the basics, of course, but really thinking about what was going in inside Kay and seeing the change happen day after day was nothing I expected and I definitely didn’t expect to be so awe-stricken. “No wonder women can bring men to their knees,” I said, lifting her foot and massaging her instep.
A crease cut through the center of her forehead as her eyes roamed her body. “What are you talking about? I’m huge! I’ll never get this ass to go away and the stretch marks and--”
I shut her up with a kiss. Her lips were wet and salty from all the tears she’d cried and her cheeks and chin were slick from the bathwater. “I love your ass,” I said, wrapping my arm around her to get a handful of it.
She let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re getting all wet.”
I whipped my t-shirt off over my head and threw it across the bathroom. “You worry about the silliest things,” I said. “Like stretch marks. What mom doesn’t have them? You have a growing person inside you.”
She looked up at me with her blue eyes searching, like she was trying to see inside me or thorough me. “What?” I said.
“You can’t be seen with a stretch-marked fat ass. You’re Adrian!”
A door slammed inside my head. Or maybe it swung open and crashed into a wall. “The reason you’re so freaked out about your body is because of me? ”
She sat up, sending a wave of water up over the side. “See!” she screamed, pounding her palms on the surface of the water, splashing more out of the tub. “I move and it’s like an elephant submerged in a lake! I can’t touch my toes! I can’t even shave my freaking crotch!”
“I thought you went and got waxed,” I said, running my fingertips from her knee, up her inner thigh, between her legs. She was a little prickly, but hair on a woman never bothered me.
She grabbed my hand and pulled it away. “I’m not letting anyone see me like this! There’s no way I’m going to get waxed!”
Being irrational wasn’t like un-pregnant Kay. The closer we got to the chicklet’s due date, the crazier she became.
I took her hands and stood up. “Come here.”
She tried to let go, but I squeezed tight. She rolled her eyes and pulled herself up, grimacing as I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her out of the water. “Light as a feather,” I said.
“Whatever,” she grumbled.
I scooped her legs up and carried her to the bed. “I’m all wet,” she said, as I settled her in the middle.
“Don’t move.” I strode back into the bathroom and came out with a razor and shaving cream.
“What are you doing?” she asked, eyeing me like I was insane.
“You can’t reach your crotch.” I crawled up from the bottom of the bed and pushed her legs apart. “Luckily, I can.”
“No way!” She tried to close her legs, but I planted my shoulders between her knees and wasn’t planning on moving. “You’re not getting
Adrian
She wasn’t fooling me. Karen might not open up and confess her deepest, darkest fears, but she was scared shitless to have the chicklet. All I could hope was that tomorrow at her baby shower, she’d be happy and Bess would boost her confidence.
I lathered a cloth with body wash and rubbed it over her belly, up under her breasts. Kay had amazing breasts and they were even fuller since she was pregnant. My hands wouldn’t stay off of them. Her nipples were darker, more a plum than a deep pink that they had been, and they were larger. Watching her body change over the months she’d been pregnant with the chicklet was like being initiated into some religious cult where God let you in on the secrets of life that only other dads got to witness firsthand.
The fe male body was amazing. All a man’s body did was make a deposit. Woman’s body nurtured and protected, grew and reshaped. I always knew the basics, of course, but really thinking about what was going in inside Kay and seeing the change happen day after day was nothing I expected and I definitely didn’t expect to be so awe-stricken. “No wonder women can bring men to their knees,” I said, lifting her foot and massaging her instep.
A crease cut through the center of her forehead as her eyes roamed her body. “What are you talking about? I’m huge! I’ll never get this ass to go away and the stretch marks and--”
I shut her up with a kiss. Her lips were wet and salty from all the tears she’d cried and her cheeks and chin were slick from the bathwater. “I love your ass,” I said, wrapping my arm around her to get a handful of it.
She let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re getting all wet.”
I whipped my t-shirt off over my head and threw it across the bathroom. “You worry about the silliest things,” I said. “Like stretch marks. What mom doesn’t have them? You have a growing person inside you.”
She looked up at me with her blue eyes searching, like she was trying to see inside me or thorough me. “What?” I said.
“You can’t be seen with a stretch-marked fat ass. You’re Adrian!”
A door slammed inside my head. Or maybe it swung open and crashed into a wall. “The reason you’re so freaked out about your body is because of me? ”
She sat up, sending a wave of water up over the side. “See!” she screamed, pounding her palms on the surface of the water, splashing more out of the tub. “I move and it’s like an elephant submerged in a lake! I can’t touch my toes! I can’t even shave my freaking crotch!”
“I thought you went and got waxed,” I said, running my fingertips from her knee, up her inner thigh, between her legs. She was a little prickly, but hair on a woman never bothered me.
She grabbed my hand and pulled it away. “I’m not letting anyone see me like this! There’s no way I’m going to get waxed!”
Being irrational wasn’t like un-pregnant Kay. The closer we got to the chicklet’s due date, the crazier she became.
I took her hands and stood up. “Come here.”
She tried to let go, but I squeezed tight. She rolled her eyes and pulled herself up, grimacing as I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her out of the water. “Light as a feather,” I said.
“Whatever,” she grumbled.
I scooped her legs up and carried her to the bed. “I’m all wet,” she said, as I settled her in the middle.
“Don’t move.” I strode back into the bathroom and came out with a razor and shaving cream.
“What are you doing?” she asked, eyeing me like I was insane.
“You can’t reach your crotch.” I crawled up from the bottom of the bed and pushed her legs apart. “Luckily, I can.”
“No way!” She tried to close her legs, but I planted my shoulders between her knees and wasn’t planning on moving. “You’re not getting
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