Unsung Heroes

“Hey beautiful,” Ashley came up behind me and purred into my neck, wrapping his arms around my middle and cupping my now eight-and-a-half-month pregnant belly, which had finally dropped.
I rested my hands over his, my engagement ring glistening brightly on my left ring finger.
When Ash asked me to marry him, my initial reaction because of my baby hormones was to burst into tears before blubbering out a “yes.” The ring was slipped on my finger, and we made love for hours after that.
Leaning on Ash unfortunately not only put strain on my back. And made me hot. And sweaty. Okay, arms come off NOW.
Gently moving away so it didn’t seem rude, I picked up my water bottle and waddled into the living room, sitting in the very far corner and grabbing a pillow and stuffing it between my legs.
I was wearing an old t-shirt stretched over my belly and sweatpants with a very stretched waistband, a strained fabric string holding it up. The shirt was trying to crawl up my belly, but I stopped caring because it vented my overheated skin.
“Don’t call me beautiful, I feel like a bloated, beached, boiled whale.” I rubbed my temple with my forefingers. The baby wriggled and stretched against my skin, probably creating more stretch marks.
Ash scoffed slightly and sat down on the couch next to me on the far end, and pulled my feet to him into his lap to pull off my socks. Before I could protest, his thumbs dug into the middle of my left foot, and any protest I could have possibly mustered up died on my tongue and rolled into a moan and chills up my spine.
“Does that feel any better?”
I just groaned in response and relaxed against the back of the couch, motioning with a hand for him to proceed. My doting fiancé just chuckled in response and continued to massage, reducing the swells in the bottom of my foot.
“I have officially decided that being pregnant fucking sucks,” I groaned out tiredly. “I can’t eat anything good, I’m hot, tired, bloated, nauseas, everything’s swollen and I ache all over. Next time around, you can have the uterus.”
Ash raised one of his dark, sharp eyebrows and eyed me over my foot. “Babe, as much as I’d love to take some of the burden from you, I wouldn’t look as good as you pregnant.”
Rolling my eyes, I gently pushed him away with my foot and moved on my side enough to push me up into a sitting position, and leaned over to take the weight off of my back, giving Ash the opportunity to rub my back.
“When does your Gran get here again?”
“Not for another week, babe,” Ash said.
“Great, then I get to be bloated and sore and achy for a few more weeks. Whoopee-fucking-do.”
I leaned back against the couch and stuffed a pillow against my lower back.
“Are you really that miserable?” Ash eyed me apprehensively.
Turning my gaze to him sharply, I pursued my lips. “Ash, I’m sore, exhausted, nauseas, itchy, everything hurts, my boobs are starting to leak, I have to piss all the damn time, and I can’t ever get comfortable no matter what I do.”
The baby kicked against my stomach very suddenly and quite hard against my side, making me cry out involuntarily.
Ash dropped my legs and suddenly was hovering over me, worry etched into his face.
“What happened, are you okay?” His hands came down to rest firmly and spread against my belly.
I had to push his hands aside as my son continued to stretch from within me. I really didn’t wanna be touched right now, with everything feeling so hot and tight.
“Babe, it’s fine, he just kicked me really hard, don’t fuss, I’m fine,” I said in a low voice before letting out an exasperated sigh when the baby tried to play penuckle on my bladder. “And now I have to pee… again.”
Ash thankfully had the sense to jump out of my way so I could get up and move to the bathroom.
It wasn’t until I reached the door that a sudden wave of pain washed over me, making me nearly collapse and grit my teeth.
That wasn’t a kick.

Notes

Hey guys! I'm sorry this is such a short chapter, unlike what I usually do, but unfortunately I am even more pressed for time than I used to be. I am still working 4 days a week at my job and taking five classes in school, leaving me with little time to do anything else.

The next one will be long and juicy though!

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