《Flower Shops - Morgan Wallen》24
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After helping her father out with his hoarding problems, Kate and Morgan are sitting in the cab of his truck, her legs across his lap as they look out across the pasture with the sun sinking behind it.
"I had no idea my folks were never officially divorced." Kate says, pulling at a loose thread on Morgan's hat.
"He was always out on the road." He responds.
"I guess finally getting divorced pushed him over the edge." Morgan gives her a contrite look, running his hand over her smooth leg. "I'm sorry, I know this is probably boring you-" She's cut off with a gentle kiss to her lips.
When he pulls away, she's blushing.
He grins to himself, knowing she still has those playground feelings for him too.
"C'mere." Morgan says, holding his arms out for her to climb on top of him. She does, straddling his lap while ducking her head to keep from hitting it against the ceiling of the cab. "You can talk about whatever you want with me, okay? This is important and I'm here for you."
Tears swell in her tired eyes. "What? What's wrong?" Morgan asks, his brows furrowing.
"Ugh, nothin. Just this baby is- I'm just a mess." She sniffles, trying to calm down but the tears keep coming. "What the fuck!?" She huffs, wiping her face. "You know this is your fault."
"Me?"
"If you didn't pull my hair when we fucked, I probably wouldn't be pregnant."
"What? What the hell are you talkin' 'bout?"
"That night I got back from tour? The insanely hot sex we had, mmm." She bites her lip as she thinks about that night. That was a damn good night. "You are so..." She trails off, her fingers starting to pop the buttons of his flannel open, the tips grazing his chest.
His blue eyes are on her face while hers are on her hands. He loves the way her touch makes him feel.
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"So what?"
She bites her lip again. "Nothin." She clears her throat, wiping away a stray tear. "I love you, Morgan."
"I love you too, Katie." He smiles back, running his thumbs across her thighs. "What're we doin'?"
"Well, since we're home, we could be our teenage selves again."
Katie grins. "C'mon," She slides out of the truck and breaks into a run toward the abandoned trellis. She hops each slat, holding onto the rusted metal bar of the structure.
Morgan's right behind her, a laugh rolling through the air like a feather. They share a smile and start stripping their clothes off, giggling quietly.
She grabs his hand then leaps off the tracks, hollering as they fall to the cold river water.
This is what he meant when he said 'teenage selves'. Everything about this moment is just perfect.
The wind is telling him to stay here, to not go back to Nashville. The stars might as well be spelling their names out like an omen to stay home.
This is their sign.
It's up to them to listen or not.
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Katie drags her ringed hand across her swollen belly and groans. She's due today but she's still pregnant.
She's sitting on the rocking armchair in the corner of their baby's nursery, watching her husband throw some finishing touches to the room.
"I'm really diggin' that tool belt." She says, her big brown eyes following the tan Carhartt belt clipped around his pudgy hips above his gray camo shorts waistband.
"Do what?"
She bites her lip and looks him over again. "Mmm, I am one lucky girl." He chuckles, his eyes scrunching up. "I can see what all 'em pregnant ladies are talkin' 'bout bein' horny."
Morgan laughs again, climbing off the paint spattered ladder he's standing on.
"But I'm also hungry." She gets to her swollen feet. "I'm gonna make some lunch." She practically waddles her way to the kitchen where she makes two sandwiches with a handful of chips.
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Morgan kisses her cheek before grabbing two bottles of iced tea from the fridge then heads out to the porch.
Since the last trip out to East Tennessee, they talked about moving home. The following month, they bought a house in Sneedville.
Katie works from home and Morgan travels to Nashville as needed but since he's left, things are mostly done over the phone or a zoom meeting.
Kate sets her now empty plate to the side and looks her husband over. She takes in his appearance; those camo shorts, sneakers with tall white socks, that damn tool belt, no shirt and those soft brown strands of hair curling underneath a turned around ball cap.
She's on fire.
He glances over at her then giggles boyishly. "Whatcha thinkin' Missus Wallen?"
She licks her lips as she spreads her legs rather unflatteringly. Her belly is so swollen that she can't see past it but she doesn't care. Her legs aren't shaved- neither is her nethers but they don't care.
Body hair is normal and with her current state of nine months and one day pregnant, they've embraced it- well, as much as they can. Katie is so used to being taken care of but since getting knocked up, she doesn't give a rats ass on how she looks.
Morgan giggles again at the look she has on her face, his cheeks heat up. He loves the way she looks at him, always has, always will.
If they fuck around, maybe that'll bring the baby out.
She's honestly tired of being pregnant.
She just wants to drink again.
He leans down and kisses her softly, brushing his thumb across her flushed cheek but she doesn't want to be kissed like this right now. She doesn't want to be caressed like she's so delicate.
She aches- fucking aches to be fucked hard and rough like the way they did when he knocked her up.
But, Morgan's mindset is more sweet. He wants to treat her like the delicate fucking flower she is.
She stands and takes his hand, pulling him to the bedroom with an exhausted ornery smile on her face.
"Keep the toolbelt on."
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Somehow, even after two rounds of sex, Kate is still pregnant. She groans as she tries to get comfortable in bed. She didn't get an ounce of sleep last night because of how uncomfortable she is. Morgan furrows his brows as he's stirred out of his feather light sleep.
"Babe..." He mumbles, his voice raspy and thick with sleep. "What...?"
She groans again, dragging her hand across her incredibly unbearably swollen belly.
Morgan cracks an eye open and looks over at the clock. It's four in the morning. "What's up?" He asks in a gravely voice, reaching over to turn the lamp on.
They both sit up and sigh.
"She sure is takin' his sweet time, huh?" He mumbles, gently running his hand over her belly. She shoots him a dirty look. "I'm sorry, baby. I wish I could help you."
She whines tiredly. "I just want this baby out."
Morgan sighs again. "We've tried everythin'."
"I know, that's what su- shit." She tears the sheets away from herself when she feels uncontrollable liquid come out of her. "Did I just piss myself?"
"You- you're- the baby's comin'!" He leaps out of bed and grabs her bag and a pillow.
She grunts as she stands, a hand on the underside of her belly with her other gripping the dresser next to her.
They share a nervous but excited look.
"We're gonna be parents." He smiles, taking her hand.
"Let's do this." She says back, gripping his hand as they head out to his truck.
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