It was such a very hard abs difficult six months that passed on by. He had found time that he was becoming weak Aki was tired. The sex lasted many and so much day from sun up to down. No matter how muxh he had wanted sleep to beckon him he was kept constantly awake because of Christopher's deep unquenchable sex drive. He developed dark bags beneath his eyes and he was pale because of constantly throwing up each of his delicious meals. He could not keep food he ate and digested down. He reached down weakly, rubbing his swollen, heavy round globe of a stomach.
He tried not to cause his beloved Nick to worry but he could not help of how troubled and restless he had looked. He got up from bed with much effort, sighing heavily as he forced himself up and to a position of standing to throbbing, aching feet, his back protesting as the muscles in it become strained.
He may have been tired but he still wished to see Nick. He was glad that he was finally coming home from Paris France. He left the house, eager to greet him at the airport, trying not to cause him any single ounce of worry. Not even a single bit of it. He was big as a house in his once flat muscular but now swollen stomach. He carried it around but not once did he complain or call the child or children a burden. He was proud of carrying them or it.
He drove to the airport, his large stomach pressing up against the steering wheel. He felt cramped in the car but did not complain. He was proud of carrying his secret lover's child or children. He was proud through it all. He was already living in pure heaven on Earth. It was truly that way.
Gently, he rubbed his stomach once again, hiding his husband's bruises under a long shirt. He did not want his beloved to worry but the bruises were tender. He hated Christopher with a passion but he liked him as a friend. Nick was who he had eyes for and he was who he wanted to be with forever.
He looked awful, he had felt as though he stayed awake for an eternity. He expresses a wince when he felt the child moving around in his womb. He smiled down at Nick, trying not to move too fast because of his bruises. He hated it that Christopher always loved taking advantage of him.
"Long time no see, Nick. How was your trip?" He asked softly, a smile on his face as he drove home with his stepson. "I missed you."
He tried not to cause his beloved Nick to worry but he could not help of how troubled and restless he had looked. He got up from bed with much effort, sighing heavily as he forced himself up and to a position of standing to throbbing, aching feet, his back protesting as the muscles in it become strained.
He may have been tired but he still wished to see Nick. He was glad that he was finally coming home from Paris France. He left the house, eager to greet him at the airport, trying not to cause him any single ounce of worry. Not even a single bit of it. He was big as a house in his once flat muscular but now swollen stomach. He carried it around but not once did he complain or call the child or children a burden. He was proud of carrying them or it.
He drove to the airport, his large stomach pressing up against the steering wheel. He felt cramped in the car but did not complain. He was proud of carrying his secret lover's child or children. He was proud through it all. He was already living in pure heaven on Earth. It was truly that way.
Gently, he rubbed his stomach once again, hiding his husband's bruises under a long shirt. He did not want his beloved to worry but the bruises were tender. He hated Christopher with a passion but he liked him as a friend. Nick was who he had eyes for and he was who he wanted to be with forever.
He looked awful, he had felt as though he stayed awake for an eternity. He expresses a wince when he felt the child moving around in his womb. He smiled down at Nick, trying not to move too fast because of his bruises. He hated it that Christopher always loved taking advantage of him.
"Long time no see, Nick. How was your trip?" He asked softly, a smile on his face as he drove home with his stepson. "I missed you."
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.