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We sink into the deep oversized bathtub, and Abby lets out a pleased groan.

“God, that feels so good. My entire body aches.” I pull her to sit between my legs and go to work massaging the knots out of her shoulders. She sighs and tilts her head back to lean against my shoulder, and presses a kiss to the underside of my jaw.

“After the baby is born… I want you to give me a tattoo.” Her request takes me a bit off-guard, and I pause in my ministrations for a moment before I circle her waist and pull her tightly against me. I rest my cheek on top of her head.

“A tattoo, huh? Is this something you’ve been thinking about for a while?” She plays with my fingers, her nail tracing the lines of constellations.

“Yeah. I think I’d like to have constellations on my shoulders for you and the baby. What do you think?”

“I think it’s a great idea, Abs. I can sketch out some designs after she’s born.”

I shower her neck with kisses and nips, reaching my hand down between her legs to play with her swollen clit. Abby’s sex drive is through the roof lately, and it seems like she’s always swollen and sensitive. I tease her erect bud, circling it slowly, before dipping two fingers into her opening. The water sloshes a bit as she bucks her hips, trying to get me right where she wants me. I hold her still with my other arm around her waist and continue to tease her to the breaking point. She thrashes a bit in my hold and manages to break away, only to spin around and plant herself in my lap, a more comfortable position for her this far along. She grabs my cock and positions me at her entrance before sinking and starting a fast rhythm that sends the bathwater flying over the edge and onto the floor. She grips my shoulder hard, rolling her hips into mine with a short, mindless goal of completion.

“Jesus, Abby.” I grip her hips and help her along, pushing up to me her every thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes…” She chants in my ear as she thrusts harder and harder.

She shudders and clamps down around me, and I throw my head back, practically howling as my orgasm is ripped from my body.

When I gain control of my body again, Abby is trembling and boneless in my lap.

“C’mon, love,” I slur out, exhausted. “Let’s go to bed.” I pull her up and throw a couple of towels down onto the wet floor before helping her step out of the tub. I rub a dry towel over her body before wrapping her up in the fluffy robe. She steps into her slippers as I quickly dry myself and throw on the other robe, and then we head to bed.

“My back still aches a bit,” she says as she crawls into the plush mound of blankets. I slip in behind her and dig my thumbs into the dips of her spine, feeling the tension slowly release as she drifts off to sleep.

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The next few weeks fly by as we settle into our home. I work on the mural for the nursery wall – a swirl of flowers and stars and galaxies – and get all of the furniture put together while Abby reads about delivery and tries to stay off her feet. Abby ends up on bedrest besides the few Lamaze classes her doctor lets her take, and before we know it, Abby’s due date is around the corner.

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Riley moving home has been incredibly helpful, especially since I’ve been put on bed rest for the last couple of weeks of my pregnancy. I would’ve felt terrible leaving all the work at the shop to Shay if Riley wasn’t there to help. She comes and hangs out with me on the weekends too when Jake is working at The Black Rose. He left his job at the coffee shop last month and has been tattooing full-time ever since. Demand for his work has been so high that he’s doing extended hours on the weekends to bring in a bit of extra money before the baby is born. He’s been adamant about cutting down on work to be home as much as possible with her.

I sigh and stretch a bit in bed. I’ve been having Braxton Hicks contractions all day, and I’m exhausted, but I can’t seem to get comfortable. I wiggle around in bed, trying to find a position that will give me a little relief.

“Still hurting, babe?” Jake asks, walking in from the shower, towel drying his hair.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “This sucks; I can’t get comfortable, and I’m so tired. I just want a decent night’s sleep.” I can feel frustrated tears building behind my eyes.

“I’m sorry, love. It’ll get better soon. Turn on your side, and I’ll rub your back.”

“Thanks, honey,” I say as the tears spill over and onto my cheeks. “I’m sorry you get stuck dealing with all of this.” I turn onto my side with a sob and can’t keep the tears at bay.

“Hey,” he says softly. “It’s okay, Abs. You know I love taking care of you.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” I cry out and bury my face in my pillow.

“Babe, you’re pregnant. It’s normal to be a little emotional.”

“This is different. I feel so out of control!” I cry harder, unable to stop myself.

Jake sighs and folds his body around mine from behind. He kisses the back of my neck and reaches down to rub my aching back.

“It’ll be okay. Try and get some rest, Abs.”

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