06-16-2017, 06:42 AM
"I didn't and will never leave you all. Please forgive me for all the things I said to you, I didn't mean it. Let's work this out together, yeah? You're it for me, baby. I want us to be happy again."
- Month 3 -
Little by little, we repaired our relationship. My mate was now 3 months along, our croissants had grown bigger and their size resembled mini baguettes now. Quinn printed the sonogram in our last checkup, I put it on the fridge and never failed to bring smile to my face everytime I see it.
The moodswing was still there, he cried and got upset alot about not having enough food and always feeling hungry. He rarely lashed out at me, I knew he tried so hard to control his mood and I appreciated it alot. I showed him my appreciation through endless foot/belly rub, full body massage and long bath at the lake. His stomach was getting bigger which made his back constantly bend in a rather painful-looking way. His feet were swollen and none of his shoes fit anymore and this too made him cry for 2 hours straight.
I was currently giving him a belly rub he enjoyed so much and occasionally I dropped few kisses here and there, I couldn't get over the smoothness, roundness and firmness of the ever growing orb, maybe it's the alpha in me but I felt the pull to always had any kind of physical contact with the belly. That's when I felt a faint tap on my palm and I quickly looked at my mate with wide eyes, "Was that...what I think it was??", he just smiled and nodded excitedly.
I peppered my mate's face and belly with happy little kisses and I put my hands on his belly again, he guided my hand to a particular spot and I felt it again, I felt my mini baguettes kicking for the first time. "Oh my God, this is so cool!! Hey kiddos, you're all awesome but don't kick too hard and hurt your Daddy, you hear me?? Or else I would put you in a time out the minute you're born."
- Month 3 -
Little by little, we repaired our relationship. My mate was now 3 months along, our croissants had grown bigger and their size resembled mini baguettes now. Quinn printed the sonogram in our last checkup, I put it on the fridge and never failed to bring smile to my face everytime I see it.
The moodswing was still there, he cried and got upset alot about not having enough food and always feeling hungry. He rarely lashed out at me, I knew he tried so hard to control his mood and I appreciated it alot. I showed him my appreciation through endless foot/belly rub, full body massage and long bath at the lake. His stomach was getting bigger which made his back constantly bend in a rather painful-looking way. His feet were swollen and none of his shoes fit anymore and this too made him cry for 2 hours straight.
I was currently giving him a belly rub he enjoyed so much and occasionally I dropped few kisses here and there, I couldn't get over the smoothness, roundness and firmness of the ever growing orb, maybe it's the alpha in me but I felt the pull to always had any kind of physical contact with the belly. That's when I felt a faint tap on my palm and I quickly looked at my mate with wide eyes, "Was that...what I think it was??", he just smiled and nodded excitedly.
I peppered my mate's face and belly with happy little kisses and I put my hands on his belly again, he guided my hand to a particular spot and I felt it again, I felt my mini baguettes kicking for the first time. "Oh my God, this is so cool!! Hey kiddos, you're all awesome but don't kick too hard and hurt your Daddy, you hear me?? Or else I would put you in a time out the minute you're born."