Cravings of Passion
The days went by... turning into weeks... which became my two trimesters of pregnancy. I can safely say that this pregnancy is very different from the previous one. Since the first trimester, I've been getting all possible exams, including identifying any anomalies in our baby. A normal prenatal has a monthly consultation, starting as early as possible until the 32nd week. However, in the beginning, I had weekly check-ups. Now that I've entered the second trimester, my obstetrician said we could switch to biweekly appointments.
During this pregnancy, I experienced much less morning sickness. When I reached the tenth week, the nausea subsided and was replaced by some strange cravings, but nothing impossible. My cravings included lasagna with Nutella at 2 a.m. on a Monday or bologna with strawberry jam. I even had white chocolate with soy sauce as part of my diet. Carlos patiently indulged all my whims, being with me every step of the pregnancy journey. After everything we've been through, we agreed to do everything differently this time to ensure a healthy child. That's why I'm now in my fourteenth week, lying down, watching the obstetrician analyze the images of our baby, who this time looks just like my husband, to determine the gender. In a matter of minutes, the obstetrician smiles and then looks at us, announcing:
"It's a beautiful girl!" Rúbia announces.
"Juan was right about all of them," my husband comments, kissing my forehead.
"Our Marisol," I say to my husband.
After finishing the examination, we went straight to the stores to buy everything we needed for our daughter. This time, I wasn't leaving anything for the last minute. It was enjoyable to share those moments with my husband, who had arranged with his company that he would only go to Portugal as a last resort and only for emergencies. This gave us some reassurance that he would be there to witness Marisol's birth. We returned home, and a few days later, we painted Marisol's room yellow to match the rainbow that Carlos proposed to paint. Everything seemed different and peaceful, except for one thing that bothered me a lot: the lack of sex. During this pregnancy, my libido was through the roof, but Carlos didn't want anything to do with me.
During the first trimester, I was understanding because I also had fears and insecurities that sexual activity might harm the pregnancy or even cause a miscarriage. However, now in the second trimester, those feelings were replaced by a desire for Carlos like never before. If it were Juan's pregnancy, I could understand my husband's rejection because I was skin and bones then, but now I see myself as beautiful, with a not-so-big belly, toned legs, ample breasts, and even my skin looks marvelous. I've even heard some whistles from workers on nearby construction sites. I felt sexy and confident, which made me aroused. However, Carlos avoided me.
"Am I ugly?" I ask, lying beside my husband wearing only a nightgown.
"What?" Carlos questions, looking at me over his bedside book as I adjust my pregnancy pillow. "Where did that come from?"
"From the same place where my husband won't touch me! That's where it came from," I reply, annoyed. "So, am I ugly? Am I not attractive anymore? What is it?"
"Dália, you look marvelous," my husband says, laughing after flipping through another page. He then decides to close the book and look at me deeply. He caresses my face, letting his finger trace my lips. "You look like a goddess..."
"So... make love to your goddess," I request, sucking his thumb with desire. "Please..."
"Dália..."
I guide my husband's hand along my neck, and breasts, trying to avoid my belly, but he stops his hand there, not allowing me to go any further.
"Is Marisol kicking?" Carlos asks, diverting from the moment. He gently caresses my belly.
"No, she's not kicking yet," I reply, angry. "But maybe if you make love to me, she'll give you that satisfaction?"
"Really? Are you going this low?" he questions.
"You know that Rúbia gave us the green light, right? Remember, right?" I remind him.
"I remember, my love. But I still don't feel secure... What if something happens?" Carlos asks, concerned.
"Do you trust me?" I ask, seriously.
"I do, but..."
"And what if having sex is a pregnancy craving?" I inquire, lifting my torso towards my husband.
"What do you mean?"
"That's exactly what you heard. My desire for you is off the charts, so it can be considered a craving. The biggest craving I've had so far," I argue as convincingly as possible, although my husband's face is still incredulous. "And if you don't satisfy me, just know that you'll have a hordeolum, but not in your eye... it will be down there. Want to bet on it?" I finish, pointing to my husband's swim trunks, which are now horrified.
Carlos looks at his loyal companion and then looks back at me. He comes closer, kissing me on the mouth, and then starts going down my neck. My libido is so high that just that practically drenches me and makes me clap down there. Then my husband asks:
"So, how do you want it?"
I grab my pregnancy pillow and lie on top of it, supporting my back and lifting my groin towards Carlos, who fits in on his knees, controlling the penetration. Although my husband is quite hesitant about going too hard, my desire was so strong that I didn't need much to have an orgasm that made me writhe, and Carlos practically jumped out of bed, concerned.
"Dália, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" my husband asks.
"That... was... what I needed," I reply, running my hand through my hair. "It was wonderful."
"Alright. Now that we've satisfied your craving, let's sleep," Carlos says, lying down beside me. "Are you satisfied now?"
"For now, yes," I reply with a mischievous smile.
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