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“I got you,” he groaned.
I looked up at him and tilted my head to the side sliding the straps down from my dress. “I know,” I said.
The more my stomach grew, the more he tried to be gentle with me. He was starting to get nervous especially since the baby was moving now and I could tell. When he told me about his experience with Shona giving birth, I laughed so hard I literally had to catch my own urine from peeing on myself. My poor husband was so hard but so soft about this no matter how much I tried to tell him the baby was okay.
Dom had this serious look in his eyes when he instructed me to lay back, “lay back wifey,” he ordered and I did was I was told. He then slowly removed my lace panties and slid them off before spreading my thighs propping each of my feet on his shoulders so he could eat my pussy like his last supper. He planted his face deep and took a long sniff. “Fuck, you smell good baby.”
My legs began to quake around him anticipating feeling his tongue. My breast was usually sore, but my pussy was hot always ready for him and when he placed his tongue on my swollen nub, I nearly lost it about to cum right away.
“Mmmm,” I moaned slowly rocking my hips.
“Just like that,” Dom gently sucked and slurped. “Give me this pussy,” he groaned before taking me to heaven and back. Dom was gentle but after making me cum three times, I couldn’t take it anymore especially watching him slide his heavy dick in and out of me through the mirror on the ceiling above the bed. When he pulled out with it glistening, I immediately gobbled it up allowing him to put the rest of his seeds in my mouth while some dripped along the sides. Had I not been pregnant we would’ve made a whole other child tonight.
When it was over, we were lying together in the softness of the low lights tangled in the warm sheets around us still listening to the sound of the water outside going steady like it understood it was time to calm down. My head rested on his chest and his arms were around me. His thumb traced slow circles over my hips and I loved it. Dom wasn’t sleepy and neither was I, so we just lay quietly before he kissed the top of my head once and then twice. I had always been in love with him, but now I wondered if he felt the same.
“Dom,” I said.
“What’s up wifey?”
“I know you love me, but are you in love with me?” I asked.
He nodded his head. “Since day one, I just didn’t know it.”
I didn’t ask him anything else, but instead just closed my eyes and went to sleep in the arms of a king.
Iwoke up before my alarm laying there for a moment letting myself listen. Dom was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees, and his shoulders tense with his head down like he’d been thinking for a good while. He didn’t have to say anything because I could feel it on him. I slowly sat up and pulled the robe around me and Dom looked over at me; whatever was in his face softened just a little bit when his eyes landed on mine.
“I’m coming with you today,” he said without much of an explanation with it. Dom never came to court with me, ever.
I breathed deep and then exhaled. “Dom…”
He shook his head before I even got the rest out. “I don’t like that I still don’t know where them bullets came from. I don’t like that shit happened out in the open. It’s too many variables today and too many cameras with too many people wanting to make a point.”
“I have security,” I reminded him.
He flexed his jaws. “You always have security, but you pregnant now and this isn’t just regular protection no more. I’m not letting nobody try their luck today. Not when the whole damn city gon’ be watchin’ you walk into that courthouse.”
He wasn’t raising his voice because like me, he didn’t have to do all of that to get his point across. When Dom believed something, it came out like law. I looked at him for a long time weighing in on what he was saying. If Dom came to that courthouse, the press would lose their minds. Every camera would swing. Every headline would be twisted, and they’d try to frame the trial as a cartel interference, and intimidation, whatever the fuck sounded dramatic enough for an evening segment. But the last time I went somewhere without him, I had bullets shooting past my head and this wasn’t just my life anymore.
“I want you there,” I finally said, and it wasn’t fear talking, it was simply the truth. To hell with the press.
Dom exhaled like something in him really was bothered. He stood up and came over to me placing his hand on the side of my belly giving me a kiss.
“I got you,” he said.
“I know,” I whispered back.
I showered and dressed with intention today and never emotion. See you didn’t wear bright colors and things of that nature in high profile cases just to be mistaken for too girly or fragile. I wore a deep charcoal grey blazer dress, that was tailored clean with a sharp collar structure and my waistline fitted right above the curve of my stomach. I also had on my sheer black stockings and my black Guiseppe heels letting them know that I was here to work.
Underneath the blazer dress, I strapped the maternity ballistic band Dom had custom made thin and flexible barely noticeable under the fabric for extra protection. My hair wassleek down my back, flat ironed bone straight. My makeup clean and nothing dramatic. I wore subtle diamond studs, and my wedding ring, that was it. When I stepped out of the closet, Dom was fastening his watch. He wore a black-on-black fit, his iced out cross chain across his chest and his sleeves rolled just enough to show the tattoos. He didn’t wear the flashy jewelry today because his presence was the statement. He turned when he heard me and just stared for a second.
“You look like money and death,” he told me. “You look un-fuckable with.”
I smiled. “That’s the goal.”
He reached for my coat and slid it over my shoulders himself and kissed my forehead helping me to feel more grounded. “We walk in together,” he said no questions asked.
“Together,” I confirmed.
