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Post by Andrew Tuxon on Aug 22, 2012 0:18:20 GMT -5
On the way home from work, Andrew suddenly had this burst of "I'm going to do something super sweet for my pregnant fiancee because I love her and she deserves it" or something of the like. He stopped at her favorite restaurant, or at least the one she's been asking for atleast five times a day for the last week, and a boquet of flowers. Some of Elizabeth's reasons for wanting this particular food include: "I'll die without it!" "Don't you love me?" "I won't have sex with you if you don't!" "Do it for the baby!" "Please -insert crying-" and, Andrew's personal favorite, "I won't make you anymore sandwiches!"
Andrew pulled up to the house and shut the car off, gathering up the brown paper bag with the steaming food inside and the boquet of roses in the either. Bumping the car door shut with his hip, Andrew continued up the walkway and let himself in, setting down the food on the counter before searching for his fiancee, and eventually finding her.
"Baaaby!" He called upon entering the room. "I brought you something," That crooked smile was on his mouth, and his hands were behind his back. Once Beth was looking at him and he clearly had her attention, he presented the red roses to her. "These are for you, my lady," Andrew cooed in a sort of old-timey tone.
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Post by Elizabeth Hanson on Aug 22, 2012 0:31:00 GMT -5
Because I know all of you secretly wonder about Elizabeth's clothes : She's wearing this, Clicky!Elizabeth had a burst of 'I'm going to wash all of the baby clothes because we're running out of time' so she'd been doing laundry all day though you couldn't tell by looking at her on the couch with her feet on the coffee table like she was some sort of royalty who couldn't lift a finger. But hey, she was thirty weeks pregnant for goodness sake! She deserved a little break! She was not expecting her super fabulous boyfriend to walk in with flowers but it was definitely a happy surprise like the baby. "Oh my goodness! Thank you!" She squealed as she tried several times before finally succeeding stood up and gladly took the roses, "You remembered my favorite flower! You're such a good fiance." She mused affectionately as she kissed him gently on the lips. She only kissed him once though to avoid him thinking that she wanted to have sex with him. It was complicated managing sex with this belly though they did try and it was pretty awesome these days. Oh pregnancy, she was really really going to miss the pregnancy hormones. Jessica Simpson was right! The big 'O' was like the biggest 'O'.
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Post by Andrew Tuxon on Aug 22, 2012 0:47:49 GMT -5
Andrew smiled and enjoyed the moment, wrapping his arms around her and setting the flowers down on the coffee table. Kissing her temple, he gently massaged Beth's back as best he could from that angle before stepping away. "But wait! There's more!" The way he said it was similar to that of a salesman on a commercial for some kind of diet product or Proactiv or something.
After disappearing to the kitchen for a moment, Andrew emerged with a styrofoam box that read Wingstop on the top, and was steaming from the still-hot chicken wings inside, along with an order of seasoned fries and a styrofoam cup with soda in it. "I finally picked up some Wingstop for you, Bethy," Andrew said, smiling. He knew he was being a good fiance, and he knew she was loving all this. Pretty much, his ego was through the roof.
"Half lemon pepper and half barbeque. I know what my baby likes," The crooked smile burst out again as he placed the food on the table, before helping Elizabeth back onto the couch. "It's still hot too," He told her as he plucked a french fry from the little holder.
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Post by Elizabeth Hanson on Aug 22, 2012 1:00:14 GMT -5
"Oh my god! You're the greatest!" Elizabeth was really stroking his ego right now but she didn't even care! He absolutely needed to hear how wonderful that he was. She was in pregnant fiance heaven right now with this whole thing.
She appreciated the help back on the couch since well the stomach legitimately made that complicated not even kidding. She felt like a queen which made him a king, of course. She took a warm fry and almost moaned when she took her first bite, this was perfection.
Too good.
Was it legal for something to be this delicious? "What happened to Wingstop is too expensive?" She teased with a smirk before taking another bite out of her fry; this was seriously the best thing ever. "How was your day today? I was very productive, did you look at the nursery? I put the crib together then washed all of his clothes." Yeah, she did exactly what he didn't want her doing well the putting the crib together part.. He never said much on laundry.
"I think I'm nesting."
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Post by Andrew Tuxon on Aug 22, 2012 1:07:44 GMT -5
"Well, nothing is too expensive for you babe. Plus you've been complaining about wanting it and I couldn't take it anymore -- You're annoying babe," Andrew joked, winking at her and then kissing her, before stealing another fry. "But really, you deserve it. You've been here all day and I'm sure you're going a little stir crazy, so this was the best I could do. I didn't think you'd want to go anywhere and I dunno I didn't feel like going out tonight either." Andrew explained, shrugging, then stuffing even more fries into his mouth. Good thing he ordered a large.
"You put the crib together??" Andrew pouted. He was honestly a bit excited about it, and Beth putting it together alone may not have been the best idea. He made a mental note to make sure it was sturdy and put together the right way before Baby Andy was born. "I wanted to help," He stuck out his bottom lip, trying his best to put on a sad face. Andrew really didn't mind much, but he still wanted Beth to feel bad.
There's that ego thing again.
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Post by Elizabeth Hanson on Aug 22, 2012 1:17:33 GMT -5
"You have ton's of other things to put together! Besides, I got payback for doing it alone; I dropped the crib on my foot and now I have a pretty bruise." Elizabeth nodded as she slipped her foot out of her shoe to show off the nice colorful mark on her foot. "I didn't even cry or scream even though it hurt like crazy."
She was uncomfortable so she adjusted on the couch and tried to find some position to sit in that didn't feel just weird. "This baby makes everything complicated, fuck... I can't even enjoy sitting on the couch anymore." She wanted to make him feel bad because she knew that he was trying to do the same to her about the crib. She knew him too well.... "Oh my god.... I think your baby is like twenty pounds." She wasn't really having any back pain but the way she was rubbing at her back and wincing looked like she was.
She could make him feel way worse than he could make her feel.
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Post by Andrew Tuxon on Aug 22, 2012 1:29:06 GMT -5
"Poor baby," Andrew cooed, though he didn't reach out to touch her foot the way his instincts told him to, because he knew she would pull it away imediately. Instead, he placed a hand on her knee in an effort to comfort his fiancee.
"Your back hurts?" His mind began to race. What do you do? Does back pain mean labor? What if she was early, like really early? Or a miscarriage? Was it too late to be having like a flase pregnancy? What if it was a false negative, and she was really just getting huge and there was like a watermelon growing in her stomach that looked like a baby? Should they call a doctor? A masseuse? "I.. I don't know what to do." Andrew stood from the couch suddenly and bolted out to the car to retrieve his phone. Withing a few moments he was back inside, searching through his contacts wondering who to call.
The doctor? Mom? No, never mom. Aunt? Uncle? Wasn't there some kind of hot line for this? 1 800 I dont know what to do my fiancee might be dying??
"What do I do??" Andrew said, starting to panick a bit. He had never been one for relationships until Beth, and he grew up without a mother, so he really had almost no experience with women and their issues.
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Post by Elizabeth Hanson on Aug 22, 2012 1:39:38 GMT -5
It was kind of funny at first but now Elizabeth just felt cruel like she was toying with a sensitive man's emotions. "Sweetie, sweetie... Relax.... It's okay.... I promise. The baby and I are just fine. I'm not in labor, I'm not dying... I'm just uncomfortable." She slowly stood up and waddled walked over to his side so she could try and sooth him.
"Baby, I'm a perfectly healthy woman having a baby in ten or so weeks and everything is going to be just fine." She took his hands in her own and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. She might have been comforting him but she was panicking on the inside; was he going to be the supportive partner that she was going to need in the room? Or would he pass out and leave her to do it all on her own?
Oh goodness.
How was she going to give birth to her very first child without him by her side? She was honestly terrified at the prospect of having to do it all on her own well she'd be doing all of the physical work anyway but she really wanted him to help her emotionally.
"Sit down, baby, I'll make you a sandwich and then I'll give you a blowie to make you feel better." She was actually being serious....
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Post by Andrew Tuxon on Aug 22, 2012 1:54:18 GMT -5
"I'm fine I just. What do I do? Who do I call? What if something goes wrong? I wouldn't even know who to ask for help.." He was calming down, but Andrew was still aware of the fact that anything bad could happen at any given moment, right? "Really, baby I'm fine I promise!" He smiled at her and looked at the wings on the coffee table. "Let's eat!" He said, gently guiding her to the food.
"You wanted these wings baby and we're gonna eat them!" Andrew was mostly joking, but if Beth didn't eat the wings, he certainly would. Food this good was not going to waste!
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Post by Elizabeth Hanson on Aug 22, 2012 2:00:48 GMT -5
Fine?
Elizabeth didn't believe that for one second and she was going to prove it! She also kind of wanted the wings to herself... So, she sat down with a small sigh and took a wing from the bag...
Oh god.
It was perfection; meaty perfection on a bone.
"Oh my goodness!" She actually sounded a lot like she did when she was orgasming when she was eating the wing.. Odd. She looked up at him before deciding to test out just how fine that he really was... She needed to know if he could handle her in labor so she was going to put her acting skills to the test. "Oh my god! Ow!" She groaned pitifully as she put her hands to her stomach, Andy was actually kicking her which did hurt but she saw it as karma for deceiving his father.
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Post by Andrew Tuxon on Aug 22, 2012 2:07:57 GMT -5
It actually turned Andrew on a bit hearing her reaction to eating the food, even though she was doing it over a wing and not.. well, his penis. "I'm glad you like them babe," He smiled and took a bite of one of the lemon pepper wings. They weren't his favorite, he prefered the cajun, but he ate it anyways despite its lack of heat. When Elizabeth started wailing about pains, he dropped the wing and jumped up off the couch.
"What's wrong?" He panicked again, pacing around the room, scrolling through his contacts again. Doctor? Grandma? Dad? Beth's family? "Baby are you okay? Are you dying?" He was seriously freaked out. It's his first child, and he really didn't have a clue how much pain she could possibly be in. "What.. Who.. Where... Baby help me out here! How can I help? Do you need more wings?" He held them out under her nose.
"Or.. Should I call the doctor?"
Poor Andrew.
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Post by Elizabeth Hanson on Aug 22, 2012 2:20:45 GMT -5
Elizabeth frowned when he started freaking out like that; she was really worried that he wasn't going to be able to handle it when the time actually did come for her to have their baby. It was her first baby, too! Why was he the one who got to freak out?
"No.... I think he's just kicking really hard right now. Don't worry about it..." She smiled weakly and rubbed her stomach before struggling to her feet. "I'm going to finish cleaning, wanna help? We still need to clean the kitchen and the upstairs and the pool!" The kitchen had actually been recently cleaned but she wanted everything to be germ free and spotless so it was ready for their little pumpkin.
"And I want you to.... Um..." She cleared her throat before pointing between her legs, "Use your mouth there but that can wait until we're done cleaning, of course." A tiny part of her wanted him to just rip her clothes off and do that right there but she knew that it was more responsible if they finished the cleaning first then had fun.
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Post by Andrew Tuxon on Aug 22, 2012 17:10:10 GMT -5
Cleaning?
Andrew didn't feel like cleaning, so he decided to take that as a code word. "So, that's what you had in mind," Andrew winked and pulled Beth close to him, planting a long kiss on her lips. "You're bad, Mrs Tuxon." He pulled her into the kitchen, clearing off the island in record time. "There, its clean," Andrew winked before lifting her onto the counter. She was heavier, since she was pregnant, but luckily he could still lift Beth with relative ease. Being a personal trainer does have its perks.
"I really hate these things," Andrew commented, referring to her leggings. He tugged them off of her and then moved so he could kiss her. "Isn't this much better than cleaning?" Pulling her into a long, intimate kiss, Andrew kicked his shoes off and they tumbled to the floor.
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Post by Elizabeth Hanson on Aug 22, 2012 17:29:06 GMT -5
Mrs Tuxon?
Well Elizabeth definitely liked the sound of that one but she had a feeling that it would be wrong to start calling herself that given that she wasn't actually his wife but she chose not to comment on that just yet. She was his heavily pregnant fiance so maybe he was just pretending that she was his heavily pregnant wife. She still saw it as odd though...
"You're excited, aren't you?" She teased as he lifted her onto the counter, "Do I still turn you on even with the big belly in the way?" She kind of liked the fact that he still wanted her even though she was like a whale. Wouldn't it be horrible if he found her pregnant body unattractive?
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Post by Andrew Tuxon on Aug 22, 2012 18:06:54 GMT -5
"Oh, you'll always turn me on," Andrew winked, and started to kiss his favorite parts of her body, including the ones that make her squirm. Her lips, cheeks, neck, collarbone.. Andrew unbuttoned Elizabeth's top and opened it, then removed what was on under it with her help. He kissed her breasts, teasing them while he was at it. Smiling up at her, he continued down her body. Her stomach, the sides of her stomach. Then the thought of the baby hit him.
There was a baby in there. A baby he helped make.
Wasn't that beautiful?
He smiled and moved on, waving away baby thoughts for a bit. He pecked her hipbones, her thighs, and moved down her body, ending with her toes, as weird as that was. Andrew loved her, why not? There was nothing wrong with kissing her feet. ((XD)) Now.. Andrew thought, moving his body back up to her midsection. He grinned devilishly up at Beth over her baby bump, before kissing the insides of her thighs. He teased her lady parts for a minute or two, enjoying her responses.
Finally, he dove in, pleasuring his fiancee.
~~ skippy skip skippp ~~
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