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Had I been sleeping? I didn't really know. Lying there in the dark, motionless, with Hunter cuddled up to me I had lost sense of time. I listened to his steady breathing for some time. Then, what felt like out of the blue, he moved and his curls brushed the side of my face. The light had been switched on, having me blink a few times. Hunter's face hovered over mine, he waited for two seconds before he pressed his lips to mine for a sweet loving kiss. It felt so good, it made me realize that my head wasn't pounding anymore and overall I had more energy. "time to get rid of that thing," he stated looking over to the empty drip. Oh no, I had almost forgotten. I was dreading having the needle removed and scrunched my face up. "You just sounded like a nurse," I teased. "MALE nurse, please, and that's an honourable profession" Hunter's caramelly voice insisted. "Plus, I AM your private nurse for now. You're in the best hands," he spoke against my lips before rolling out of bed. I sat up a bit, watching as he kneeled down before me, bringing my hand closer. His look seemed so determined, he actually looked a bit like a doctor. "Ready? I'll try my best." And he started to fumble with the end of the tape, slowly peeling it off. Again, I turned my head to look away to prevent myself from passing out. This had nothing to do with my condition but I just couldn't see blood or cuts or anything like that. That way, I didn't notice the bruise that had formed around the puncture. I sucked air into my mouth through clenched teeth. "Good thing you're not squeamish like me." Hunter quickly grabbed the plaster from the nightstand before pulling the needle out in one swift motion. What can I say? It wasn't pleasant. But without my husband it sure would've stayed in there forever because I wouldn't've touched it in a million years. The plaster was on in no time and apart from the bruise showing, everything was as good as new. Procedure done. Hunter gently placed my hand back on the sheets before spraying desinfectant on his own palms. "Thanks." "Are you feeling any better?," he wanted to know. "Actually, yeah, it's better. Less dizzy and tired." That made him smile and I couldn't help smiling back because this was the effect he had on me. My unharmed hand patted the sheets next to me: "Come back in." And he climbed over my legs back to his side of the bed. I turned towards him in the process, we both closed the little space between us. "I'm glad this helped," he breathed. "I love you." "love you," I mirrored him, pecking his lips. When I felt them warm and soft against mine, I couldn't possibly draw back. Instead, we engulfed in a slow French kiss. Both our lips opened and our tongues met in my mouth, massaging each other tenderly. Soon things became even more heated. Rolling over on my back I brought Hunter with me. As he settled between my legs, propped up on his arms on either side of my shoulders, I ran my hand through his thick curls, the left one resting lightly on his cheek. His breath escaped onto my skin and I could feel his heart beating faster. He broke the kiss only for his hungry lips to move to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there, leaving wet traces behind. I tilted my head back, totally getting lost in this feeling, the feeling of my husband wanting me, tasting me, caressing me. [Flashback] It had been over 2 weeks since we last had sex, before the toxemia started making me feel miserable 24/7 and indifferent to anything. I was hardly showing then. So our sex life hadn't diminished at all either. I heard some men would get weird about it, holding back because of the baby. But so far Hunter hadn't been cautious with me; when passion got a hold of us, we could get pretty rough ;). I remember the first time I noticed my body changing. I was standing in front of the large mirror in the bedroom after having taken a shower. I was in a bra and pj bottoms, hair still wet. I'd turn to the side, running my palms over the slight curve of my lower belly. I tried to suck it in but realized unlike fat, it wouldn't go away, it'd stay curved. Not that I wanted it to go away but I was struggling to accept the fact that soon I'd be growing a big belly. "What are you doing over there?," Hunter asked in an amused tone as he walked over to me. I turned my head to meet his gaze but didn't return his smile. He hugged me from behind, putting his big hands over mine. His chin rested on my shoulder. "My body's changing," I stated, trying to sound neutral rather than disappointed. "Yeah, beautiful," he cooed, kissing my neck with quick pecks. When he looked ahead into the mirror he noticed the negative expression on my face. "[addresses you with all of your 2-3 forenames], don't you dare thinking you're fat. You're pregnant! With our baby. You're going to get bigger." "I know," I answered sheepishly, "It's just...I don't...I'm not sure I like it." That made him exhale sharply in defeat. After a short break he continued, whispering close to my ear: "You will. A few more weeks and it's going to start kicking. Just imagine -" He swayed me slowly. I smiled at that thought. "Plus, you get to eat for two - three if you like - no more dieting bullshit. Which reminds me - " He broke the hug and turned to walk towards the door, not letting go of my hand, "What d'you want for dinner? I'm taking you out big time tonight." He stopped and smiled his big dimply smile down at me. "Um...I feel like curry." "Curry it is then." Hunter pulled me to his chest. "- and sushi..and a large McDonald's choc shake," I went on which made him raise his eyebrows in disbelieve. "I guess it's true what they say about pregnant women and their weird cravings then. Anything for you." And he bent down to plant a kiss on the tip of my nose. [end of flashback]

Unconsciously, I licked my bottom lip as my hand slid over his biceps. Hunter knew just how to drive me crazy doing this. However, he stopped to kiss a line along my jaw and back to my mouth. When he reached it he nudged my nose with his. I could feel his hot breath against the moist of my lips. "You sure you want this?," he asked for my approval in a whisper. His deep green eyes were staring into my blue ones, desperate not to misread me. "Yeah," I answered without the hint of a doubt. He adjusted himself on top of me. "You comfy?," he asked and I nodded my head ever so slightly. "You sure I'm not squishing you?" Having his soft lips so close above me and not feeling them on my body was frustrating me now. "Hunter, I'm fine," I was hoping to assure him once and for all. Finally, he crushed his lips back on mine hungrily and as I felt his arm muscles relax a bit, putting some of his body weight on me. He started to kiss his way down my chin, neck, and cleavage, before he grabbed the hem of my top and brushed it up, all the way over my b- o- o- b- s. I avoided wearing bras since they had grown half a cup-size and all my bras - every single one of them padded - felt uncomfortable. If anything, I was sure he was going to like that. Eagerly, Hunter sucked one of my n-i- p- p- l- e-s into his mouth, the other one being toyed at with his left hand. It didn't feel as small against it as it had before my pregnancy. I arched my back in pleasure. It wasn't long before he went further down, his palms gently caressing my skin on the way. His touch turned me on beyond believe; I had missed that. When Hunter reached the hem of my black booty shorts, he immediately pulled them down and off, kneeling up between my legs now. With a boyish grin on his face he leaned back down to grab me by the hips and pull me towards him a bit, which made a high squeal escape my mouth in surprise. Now his head dived between my legs, he went right for my core, giving my c- l - i -t a sweet lingering kiss. For a second I held my breath. Then he moved back up towards my face, brushing his briefs off in the process, revealing a s- e- m- i. By this time I was panting with excitement, finally in a good way, and a thousand irrelevant thoughts shot through my mind. My long hair must've looked a mess from lying in bed all day. I even worried about being late for my birth control shot before I realized once again I was already pregnant. It made me close my eyes and shake my head in disbelieve - still gently because the dizziness hadn't completely vanished. "What is it?," Hunter asked, worried once again. "Nothing," I said, "Come here." He lay on top of me again: "Just say the word and I'll stop." "Mh-huh." I wouldn't say stop. Since I didn't want to reach my head up to catch his lips again, I simply pushed him back down towards me with my hand. Playfully, I bit down on his bottom lip, knowing this would turn him on even more. I felt him grind his hips against me, his abs tensed each time, his skin hot against my own. My knees were touching the cool sheets now. I wanted to meet his movements like I usually did but decided against it as I wasn't on top of my health and still a bit scared it could take a turn for the worse any minute. Soft moans escaped my mouth that I tried to keep in but couldn't. Hunter's h - a- r -d on pressed firmly against my centre now and I was dying in anticipation. Then one of his hands travelled down between our bodies, stroking me up and down my p-*-s-s-y before he directed his d*-c-k towards my e-n-t-ra-nc-e. Ever so slowly he pushed it in, deeply, all along eyeing me intently for any sign of discomfort. He thr*u-s-t into me, making sure not to rock me too much. I was a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of what I was feeling- after all it had been a while - but I sure wasn't uncomfortable. Hunter kept his eyes open; his lips agape now, some strands of hair falling into his face. Ignoring the danger of getting the left one hurt, I decided to use both my hands and run them down his muscular sides to his b-u-t-t-c-h-e-e-k-s, giving them a firm squeeze as he moved in and out of me, still delicately slow. "Faster," I mouthed the words more than spoke them. When he saw I was alright he picked up the pace and I held on to his firm bu*m as he worked up a steady rhythm...