I’d had heartburn so bad that I pretty much sleep sitting up on the couch with Beau right next to me because “if you’re pregnant, I’m pregnant”, my belly seemed to pop at five weeks and hasn’t stopped, every smell that isn’t toast or Beau’s aftershave makes me want to hurl, and I’m pretty sure my tits havesomehowmanaged to gain another cup size. But even with all of that, I’m still so excited because… I think it’s a girl.
Jett and Jack are the best of friends, and watching them protect and love a little sister? I’m so hormonal I’m crying at the idea of it like I just watched a Sarah McLachlan animal adoption commercial. Seriously.
When Dad and Beau are done cleaning up, they exchange a handshake and a hug, leaving just the two of us when Dad departs.
He takes a seat next to me on the bench, patting his lap. “Put those feets up here and let me rub ‘em for you, baby,” he says, shooting me a wink that still triggers belly flutters and spine tingles. Only now, it also triggers me having to go pee because basically everything triggers that. The other night I saw a commercial for bottled water and barely made it to the toilet.
The female body is a beautiful mysterious gift, isn’t it?
In his Wrench Kings work gear, his grease-stained hands knead my bare feet once he slides my sandals off, dropping them to the floor. I love seeing work on his hands, I love the smell of sun and leather on his skin, and the way his neck tastes salty and tangy when I bury my face into him after a long day.
He still works as a mechanic, only now he’s a bit more active in his role as CEO. Even though most of his voting and delegation is done by proxy–and the big stuff that requires day-to-day knowledge of company innerworkings is still in Toby’s faithful hands–he has created a few new things for Wrench Kings that have made the franchises even more successful.
The big thing was offering lifetime tire rotation to everyone, in addition to putting in EV chargers at all 2,200 plus locations. Though the locations don’t service EVs because most don’t need too much service, he wanted the world to know that Wrench Kings is for everyone.
The best thing? He offers service discounts, free oil changes, and brake inspection to allWheel Get Youdrivers, to pay homage to where we began.
“You think she’s coming early?” he asks as his thumb drives up the arch of my foot. I let out a moan of appreciation at how good his hands feel.
I rub my belly and feel a little foot connect with my hand. “I feel pretty well cooked,” I say with a laugh. I’m only thirty four weeks, but my vagina feels like a trap door with a thousand bricks on it.
And Jesus, who knew your boobs would get first trimester levels of sore again in the third trimester? I didn’t have that happen with Jett or Jack. But here I am, itching to get home and get naked so nothing rubs my nipples and drives me insane.
Wincing at the way the fabric of my dress rubs me as I shift uncomfortably on the bench, Beau’s hands stop working on my feet. “Boobs hurtin?” he asks knowingly. I gotta give it to him–he listens. Every complaint, every victory, all of it. I’m so hormonal right now that I can’t even think about how much I love him or I will indeed sob for an hour.
“Yes, so much,” I complain.
In addition to massive pregnancy boobs, I also stopped nursing Jack at one year because we’d gotten pregnant a lot quicker than planned, and I didn’t want to be pregnant and nursing. I know some women do it, but after the first trimester kicked my ass, I knew I had to give something up.
That means, Beau’s gone cold turkey, too.
Don’t get me wrong, he still lavishes my body with his tongue as much as I’ll allow–when I’m not feeling like my hair is too short, there’s an itch on my back I can’t scratch, and that the sound of my own breathing is grossing me out. With or without milk, the man is addicted to my body and I’ve never been happier to be someone’s supplier.
But now, as we get nearer to the baby being born, I’m looking forward to waking up in bed without a big belly between us, our babies sleeping soundly all around us in our home, and his warm mouth latched to my breast, his hands all over my body as he nurses me. It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced, and getting back to it, at least for a little bit longer, has me… excited.
That’s another thing with this pregnancy. I’m a confusing mix of uncomfortable, emotional, did I mention uncomfortable? And hugely, massively, insanely horny.
I mean, when your husband wears a leather jacket and looks like he belongs in a motorcycle men's calendar for charity, it’s hard not to be horny.
Pair that with the way he is with our boys? I’m actually an insane person. I’m tugging at his belt, licking the side of his neck, cupping his cock, touching his chest—doing whatever I can nearly all the time to get him to fuck me. Suck me. Eat me. Finger me. Literally anything.
And even though I’ve been working on my feet all day and my ankles feel like nylons full of potatoes, I still want him. The way his work-laden hands smooth up and down my legs so softly, my pussy clenches.
Missionary, due to my humongous size, is off the table. Our new favorite position is me on top. I think staring down at my muscled husband while he flexes and pumps into me is the hottest thing alive. After the baby is born, I probably won’t want to be on top again for a while. But for now, I’m enjoying it.
Truthfully the hottest part of being on top is watching Beau succumb to my body, feeling his love through his touch as his hands stroke my belly while his hips jerk up inside of me. The dirty talk has become so fucking hot, too. Sometimes, I cum from what he says, then he drops a finger to my clit and pumps to finish me off.
He catches the gleam in my eye and shakes his head with a chuckle. “The boys are with your mom. I promised them we’d do three stories tonight, and I don't want her to bathe them since her back is acting up. We gotta grab ‘em, get them fed and bathed, and get them down.” He leans down as he brings my foot to his face, planting a kiss on the top. “Then I’m all yours, baby. Trust me. I can’t wait.”
The way he puts our kids first all the time, too, is something that I never take for granted.
I remember being the one to feed, change, bathe, play with, talk to, teach, hold, cradle—everything–with Jett. And even though we’re equal partners now, Beau does his best to take care of everything when I’m pregnant. And he still somehow has the energy to work, be the best boss to his team, and the best husband to me.
He’s really the best dad in the world.
I knew he would be. That’s why our courthouse wedding ceremony also included Jett’s adoption. Despite being born as Jett Reid, he is now Jett Burns.
We tell the boys about grandpa Graham, and I love how my parents are always hugely inquisitive of Graham, keeping his memory alive and honoring him through stories and questions.