Bonus Scene Kade
BONUS SCENE
KADE
As I walked into the penthouse, I could hear curses coming from the primary suite. Continuing to our room, I found a very pregnant Evelyn laying on the floor with her jeans halfway up her thighs, panting from exertion.
I cocked my head to the side. “Whatcha doing down there, love?”
“Trying to get these damn pants on,” she panted as she continued to struggle.
“Honey you are seven months pregnant, there’s no way those jeans are going to fit you. Why don’t you put on the maternity—”
She cut me off and pointed at me. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Kaden Martelli Romano!”
I put my hands up in surrender at the use of my full name. So far during Evelyn’s pregnancy everything had gone according to plan. She’d had some nausea in the beginning along with some killer heartburn, but she was truly glowing and growing our beautiful baby with ease.
“I don’t want to wear the maternity pants, I want to wear my favorite jeans!” She pouted while covering her eyes with her arms. “They make my booty look good, and I just want something on me to look good!”
I squatted down next to her. “Baby your ass still is fantastic and your body is beautiful.”
“I am Shamu the whale,” she said still covering her eyes.
“Babe, really?”
She uncovered her eyes and looked at me with unshed tears. I hated seeing her upset and this was clearly making her feel some type of way.
“How can I help?” I asked instead of trying to get her to take the jeans off. We needed to get to lunch with Lennie and if she took any longer, we would be late.
“Just help me try to get them on, I don’t care if they zip, they just need to get over my thighs.” She stood up awkwardly with determination in her gaze.
I tried to cover up my chuckle as I watched my beautiful, pregnant fiancée try once more and fail at getting the jeans on.
I moved closer to her and looped my fingers in the belt loops on the waist of the jeans. As I pulled up, Evelyn began to wiggle as if that would make the fabric move up her body.
I was successful at getting the jeans approximately two inches higher up her thighs before I heard the sound of fabric tearing. Not hearing the noise, Evelyn began to pull harder until they were over her ass and just barely in place.
“Ah, see I told you they would fit—” she started before she released a breath and the sound of tearing fabric rang out through the room.
She gasped and I couldn’t help but laugh. The fabric had split right down the crack of her ass, showing her plump cheeks.
“No!” she cried out, feeling where the seam had ripped.
I sucked my lips into my mouth trying to stifle my amusement.
After taking in her sad puppy eyes, I pressed her close to me and gave her a kiss. “I think it’s time to retire the jeans, princess. C’mon, I’ll help you out of them.”
With more force than expected I ripped the jeans clean off of Evelyn and threw them in the trash bin.
Evelyn huffed and sat on the bed, folding her arms in annoyance. Opening the drawer that contained her maternity pants, I grabbed a pair and handed them to her.
“It’s time, my love.”
She groaned and took the maternity jeans out of my hand and stood up.
“Fine, but you better replace my favorite jeans.”
“I will buy you as many pairs as you would like, princess.”