Chapter 32
ELOISE
ELEVEN WEEKS LATER
“ L ook at you, baby mama.” Katelyn comes bursting into the living room, immediately rubbing her hand over the giant orb that's now my stomach.
“Katelyn.” Ren looks up from his laptop to acknowledge her.
“Ren, always a pleasure.” She smiles back at him sarcastically as she wriggles her ass between us on the couch.
“It was like trying to break out of jail, getting in here…Where’s Uncle Fester?” She looks around the room as if she expects to see him.
“Probably in his office,” I answer, curious as to why she would care. Stefan may be an attractive older man, but he’s way older than she is.
“You should have said you were coming; I could have told them at the gate to expect you, and Mary could have prepared us something for lunch,” I explain, shifting myself into a more comfortable position.
“Can you hear yourself right now? How is this your life?” Katelyn laughs, and when I think about how fast I’ve adapted to having housestaff and security, I’m actually a little ashamed of myself.
“Forget all that. I’ve come here to discuss something very important…
Your baby shower.” She pats my leg before reaching into her oversized handbag and pulling out a folder.
“I don’t think I’m gonna have one,” I tell her, watching her face turn to disappointed shock.
“And why not?”
“It just seems like a whole lot of fuss, and I’m just happy with how things are.”
“Ren, are you hearing this?” She turns her head to him, hoping for some backup.
“I’m hearing it, Katelyn.” He says in a monotone voice, continuing to go through his emails. Just lately, he’s taken a lot of responsibility off his uncle's shoulders, and I’m not sure if Stefan is happy about giving up the control.
“Tell her she needs to have a shower.” Katelyn nudges him.
“A what?” He looks up from his screen.
“Sorry, I forgot I was talking to someone who has no sense of boundaries. A shower is a party, something you get invited to.” She speaks slowly.
“Don’t talk to him like that,” I warn her, Ren takes a lot of Katelyn’s shit because he knows how important she is to me, but one of these days I know he’s going to snap.
“He knows I’m just messing with him.” She nudges him again, and when he leans his head forward to look at me, I know that snap is getting close to coming.
“Ren, a shower is a party, one where we celebrate this journey.” Katelyn uses her palm to wave the air around my tummy, though the way her nose screws up tells me she doesn’t see the appeal in it.
“People bring gifts. We play games, and I spend lots of your money to ensure the photographs are Insta-worthy,” she tells him brightly.
“Insta what?” Ren frowns at her, looking even more confused.
“Never mind, just let the godmother take care of it.” She turns her focus back to me.
“So, color themes. We could go with pink, but right now the color of the season is?—”
“I don’t want a shower,” I interrupt her, wondering where all this has come from.
“Give me one good reason why not?” she pouts.
“Because who would come? You're my only friend in the world.” I may laugh at how pathetic it is, but I'm not ashamed. Katelyn may be a little in your face and not have much of a filter, but she’s not once, in my life, let me down.
“That's not true, what about that woman who sits beside you at work and the receptionist who fancies Ren?”
Ren takes another glance away from his laptop to let me know how disturbed he is by that.
‘Then there's Mary, I’m sure she'll appreciate being let out of the kitchen. Once she’s done all the catering, of course. Oh… and who’s the girl who lived next to you at your old apartment…” She clicks her fingers while she tries to remember. “... She always said hi to you in the stairway.”
“Anika,” I guess.
“Anika! That’s the one, I’m sure she’d love to come. I’ll add her to the guest list.”
“Katelyn, I appreciate all this, but it’s really not what I want. Why don’t you and I just do something low-key, like get our nails done and go for lunch?” I suggest.
“I’m your best friend and the closest this little one is gonna have to a cool aunt.
” She places her hand on my tummy and shakes it, causing Ren to sit up like he’s going to do something about it.
I quickly shake my head to let him know I’m okay, and luckily, it eases him back down.
“I’m taking that responsibility very seriously,” she adds to us both.
“The baby isn’t gonna know anything about a party. Why don’t you save all your ideas until she gets here and use them for her first birthday?”
Ren doesn’t look happy at the concept, but at least for now, it will get her off our backs.
I go to get up, and Ren immediately puts down his laptop so he can stand up to help me.
“Where are you going?” he asks, looking concerned at the prospect of being alone with her..
“Where do you think I’m going? Where am I always going these days?” I let him help me to my feet before I head in the direction of the bathroom.
“Oh my god, it’s happened!” Katelyn shrieks. “You’ve started to waddle.” I turn around and scowl at her, noting the lopsided smirk Ren tries to hide behind his hand.
“Ren?” I look at him for backup, he’s always saying that Katelyn speaks before she thinks, and now that I need his support on it, he’s got nothing for me.
“I think it’s sexy.” He shrugs before I huff away, keep on waddling to the bathroom, and leave them to it.
“Thanks for today, I know Katelyn grates on you, but?—”
“She’s your best friend.” He cuts me off before I can remind him again, continuing to focus hard on rubbing the stretchmark cream into my stomach.
“Doesn’t make her any less annoying,” he points out, smiling when he feels another big kick against his palm.
She’s getting really strong now, sometimes she kicks so hard I fear she’s going to break herself out.
“You love her because she loves me,” I remind him, watching his tattooed hand round my belly and enjoying how calm and relaxed it makes me.
“You know you shouldn’t let what’s happened stop you from having a baby shower, if you really want one,” he mentions, trying not to look mad.
“That note that came to my work isn’t the reason I don’t want a shower, you know I hate that kind of thing.”
I get how frustrated he is; when the results came back from the number plate check, it had flagged that the bike had been stolen from a second-hand dealership two days prior to the incident. Any leads Ren thought he had were gone, and I can tell he’s been living on his nerves ever since.
I even cut down my days at work to three, without him asking me to, because I can see how much it stresses him out when I’m there.
I understand his worries; I get that there’s a threat, but I’m not ready to give up work yet.
“And how about when we get married? Aren’t you gonna want the big white wedding that all girls dream of?”
“Couldn’t think of anything worse. All I want is us.” I lean over to kiss him, and when his hand starts to lower under my belly and into my panties, I smile against his lips.
“Like that, Kitten?” he whispers against my mouth as his fingers playfully tease my clit.
“You know I like that.” I grip hold of his bicep and feel myself tense when he starts to flick it harder.
“Since I’ve put this baby inside you, you're so easy to please. You're already close to coming, and I’ve barely touched you.”
Ashamedly it’s true, I thought being so horny was just a phase, but it doesn’t seem to have passed.
I growl in annoyance when he pulls his hand away, but he’s quickly forgiven when I see him start to lower further down the bed, and tug my panties off my hips.
His hands rest on either side of my swollen belly as he licks me through the centre, rolling his tongue over my sensitive flesh and making my skin tingle all over.
I can feel an orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, one that makes my toes curl and my fingers grip the sheets.
Keeping one hand on the ridge of my stomach, he softly scratches the nails of his other hand over my skin as he lowers it between my legs and pushes two fingers inside me.
His tongue and fingers combined push me over the edge, making me cry out his name and ride his face without shame.
It’s disappointing that my tummy’s too big for me to watch him, there's something about the smirk Ren makes when he’s eating pussy that sets me on fire.
But I feel every stroke of his finger and each flick of his tongue and when I reach around it to take hold of his hair, I feel him grip my clit between his teeth and it hits different.
“Holy shit!” I cry out loud, my legs trembling as I come again, and lose all control of my body.
“ Fuuuuuck. ” Ren pulls away, climbing back up my body, turning my body to the side so he can slide his cock all the way inside me. He keeps one hand supporting my stomach, pressing the other into the mattress by my head as he makes slow, steady thrusts with his hips.
“This angle good?” he checks, knowing we’re far past being able to pull off missionary.
“It’s perfect.” I look over my shoulder and smile, loving how his hand feels, caressing my belly while he stirs his cock inside me.
“ You’re perfect.” His mouth lowers from my ear, passing over my neck until it reaches my tight, hard nipple and sucks at it hard.
“I’m obsessed with these tits. I’m obsessed with every fucking part of you right now, Kitten.
” His palm rubs a circle around my stomach.
“I told you you’d look incredible. I knew you’d make growing our child look beautiful.
” He grazes my nipple with his teeth in between his words.
“You know we're doing this all over again, right? We’re gonna fill this house with kids. I’m gonna keep you in this condition; keep you knocked-up and you're gonna thank me for it because I know you love how it feels.” I moan as his breath touches my skin, and his promises start building me toward climax again.
“That’s it, Kitten, come for me some more. Milk this fucking cock.” He sucks me hard into his mouth like he’s trying to milk me, but it’s too soon for that yet. My tits may be heavy and much rounder than they used to be, but I still have over ten weeks to go before I give birth.
“Come on, pretty girl, come all over this cock.” He slips his hand up my body, in between my tits to arch around my throat. “Show me how much you like being full of me and grip me tight in this pregnant pussy.”
I lift my hands up to touch his face as he quickens his pace. The tighter his fingers grip around my throat, the more my pussy clings to him.
“We’re gonna come together." He lifts his head and whispers in my ear.
“Fuck, Kitten, I’m gonna flood this pussy.”
“Ren—” I hold my breath as my body goes rigid and I feel his huge, heavy cock pump me full, just like he promised. His fingers are so stiff they almost choke me, and when his grip releases and we both catch our breath, I feel him smile against my cheek as he kisses it.
“I love it when we come together like that.” He lowers his hand back to my stomach, and when we feel a hard nudge come from inside, we both laugh.
“Did you really mean what you said about us having more kids?” I ask him, twisting my head so he knows I’m serious.
“Of course, I meant it, I never say anything I don’t mean. Does that scare you?”
“Not at all.” I smile up at him and close my eyes, content and fulfilled as I fall asleep with his cock still inside me.