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find her frequent midnight toilet runs entertaining. I know
that’s sounds horrible, but I can’t. The grumble of annoyance she makes as she
awkwardly rolls and shuffles herself in the bed is fucking adorable. Not to
mention her not so hushed cursing of her ‘pathetic, weak, and sad excuse for a
bladder’—it gets me every time. She’s just so funny...and beautiful...and
adorable...and fuck...I’m one lucky son of a bitch!
Whenever I feel the bed shift during the night, I pry an eye
open with a smirk and wait for the sound of her mumblings before jumping up to
help her. I genuinely love helping her, whether it’s during the day, evening,
or in the middle of the night. Of course she tells me not to and says she can
manage on her own, and sometimes she even tries to get out of bed very slowly
in order not to wake me. The thing is, it’s pretty fucking impossible for her
to move without the entire bed moving along with her.
These past few weeks she’s repeatedly told me that ‘she’s
over it’ and ‘thank fuck she’s not an elephant’, because apparently elephants
are pregnant—on average—for nearly two years.Don’t get me wrong, I do
sympathise with her lack of comfort and sleep, I just can’t help but find her
frustration over some parts of her pregnancy somewhat comical. I mean
really, how bad can it be?
I’m glad I just said that in my head. I’m also glad she
is still asleep. Shit! Could you imagine the death stare she would
graciously give me if that had, in fact, dribbled out of my mouth?
Obviously, I have no idea what it’s like to carry a baby,
and I never will—cheers to owning a dick. And while our metaphorical glasses
are still raised in a toast to my gender, I think a ‘cheers’ to my abilities in
evading the evil curse known as Couvade Syndrome is also warranted. Clink!
Now, seeing that I am the proud owner of a dick, this leaves
me no choice but to accept that my role during the whole baby-baking process is
to just accept that everything Alexis complains about is justified: the sore
back, the swollen feet, the aching tits, and our little precious one practising
his soccer skills by bending it like Beckham with Alexis’ rib cage. I know when
he does this because Alexis screws up her nose and rubs her abdomen in an
annoyed yet nurturing way. It’s fucking adorable, and it makes me smile...which
makes her mad... really mad . At the same time though, I do
give her my sympathy and jump to her aid, because let’s face it, at the end of
the day it’s the least I can do.
Alexis takes in a sharp breath and her chest rises, pushing
out her full luscious tits, taunting me. I’m desperate to press my lips to
them, take her soft perked nipples into my mouth and lavish them with my
tongue. Fuck! I have a hard-on right now just contemplating it, wondering
that if I try would she wake. Should I? Of course I should. Then again,
her threats of late are becoming quite believable, so a rethink of that course
of action is probably wise.
Last week, Alexis made it very clear that her nipples were
no longer allowed to find their way into my mouth. She told me they were now
‘off limits’ because colostrum had appeared. I was no longer allowed to lavish
them with my tongue...well, at least until our son was drinking from a bottle.
Much to my disappointment, I had to admit this news did seem
fair to me...until she told me that he would more than likely start to drink
from a bottle when he reaches the age of one. One...really? Fucking bullshit
age one, there’s no way in hell I’m waiting that long to suck her nipples. He
can drink from a bottle long before his first birthday.
I shake my head at the absurd thought and lean in closer to
Alexis’ tummy to have a one-on-one discussion with my boy. I do this often,
especially when his mother is asleep—secret daddy’s business.
“I know you are awake in there,” I whisper. “I can see you
moving around. Listen, you know I love you and
that’s sounds horrible, but I can’t. The grumble of annoyance she makes as she
awkwardly rolls and shuffles herself in the bed is fucking adorable. Not to
mention her not so hushed cursing of her ‘pathetic, weak, and sad excuse for a
bladder’—it gets me every time. She’s just so funny...and beautiful...and
adorable...and fuck...I’m one lucky son of a bitch!
Whenever I feel the bed shift during the night, I pry an eye
open with a smirk and wait for the sound of her mumblings before jumping up to
help her. I genuinely love helping her, whether it’s during the day, evening,
or in the middle of the night. Of course she tells me not to and says she can
manage on her own, and sometimes she even tries to get out of bed very slowly
in order not to wake me. The thing is, it’s pretty fucking impossible for her
to move without the entire bed moving along with her.
These past few weeks she’s repeatedly told me that ‘she’s
over it’ and ‘thank fuck she’s not an elephant’, because apparently elephants
are pregnant—on average—for nearly two years.Don’t get me wrong, I do
sympathise with her lack of comfort and sleep, I just can’t help but find her
frustration over some parts of her pregnancy somewhat comical. I mean
really, how bad can it be?
I’m glad I just said that in my head. I’m also glad she
is still asleep. Shit! Could you imagine the death stare she would
graciously give me if that had, in fact, dribbled out of my mouth?
Obviously, I have no idea what it’s like to carry a baby,
and I never will—cheers to owning a dick. And while our metaphorical glasses
are still raised in a toast to my gender, I think a ‘cheers’ to my abilities in
evading the evil curse known as Couvade Syndrome is also warranted. Clink!
Now, seeing that I am the proud owner of a dick, this leaves
me no choice but to accept that my role during the whole baby-baking process is
to just accept that everything Alexis complains about is justified: the sore
back, the swollen feet, the aching tits, and our little precious one practising
his soccer skills by bending it like Beckham with Alexis’ rib cage. I know when
he does this because Alexis screws up her nose and rubs her abdomen in an
annoyed yet nurturing way. It’s fucking adorable, and it makes me smile...which
makes her mad... really mad . At the same time though, I do
give her my sympathy and jump to her aid, because let’s face it, at the end of
the day it’s the least I can do.
Alexis takes in a sharp breath and her chest rises, pushing
out her full luscious tits, taunting me. I’m desperate to press my lips to
them, take her soft perked nipples into my mouth and lavish them with my
tongue. Fuck! I have a hard-on right now just contemplating it, wondering
that if I try would she wake. Should I? Of course I should. Then again,
her threats of late are becoming quite believable, so a rethink of that course
of action is probably wise.
Last week, Alexis made it very clear that her nipples were
no longer allowed to find their way into my mouth. She told me they were now
‘off limits’ because colostrum had appeared. I was no longer allowed to lavish
them with my tongue...well, at least until our son was drinking from a bottle.
Much to my disappointment, I had to admit this news did seem
fair to me...until she told me that he would more than likely start to drink
from a bottle when he reaches the age of one. One...really? Fucking bullshit
age one, there’s no way in hell I’m waiting that long to suck her nipples. He
can drink from a bottle long before his first birthday.
I shake my head at the absurd thought and lean in closer to
Alexis’ tummy to have a one-on-one discussion with my boy. I do this often,
especially when his mother is asleep—secret daddy’s business.
“I know you are awake in there,” I whisper. “I can see you
moving around. Listen, you know I love you and
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