60-Maternity Pictures

**Zuri's POV**

Today has been so hectic. We have to be at the beach in twenty minutes for our maternity pictures and I can't find my baby blue bikini. Sav is wearing a powder pink bikini with an elegant white bathing suit cover that ties in the front. I'll be wearing the same thing, but my bikini is baby blue.
"It's not in your dresser?" Sav asked while she puts her mascara on.
"No, I checked. Which one of us put them away when they got washed?" Our memory is getting worse the further along we get into our pregnancies.
"It might have been me. I can't remember. Mine was in my top drawer, so maybe yours was put in my drawer too?" I look in her top drawer and find my bikini under a few pairs of underwear. That must be why she didn't notice mine when she grabbed hers.
"Found it! Thank you," I put it on as quickly as I can. My hair and makeup are already finished, thankfully.
Daveed comes out of his closet wearing white swim trunks and a powder pink and baby blue tie-dye dress shirt that was originally white, unbuttoned with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I'm having babies with the sexiest man alive.
We make it right on time. Sav and I are only wearing mascara, as far as makeup goes, but she doesn't even need that. This pregnancy has been so good to her. Her skin is smooth and the sun brings out the freckles that bridge over her nose and cheeks. She hates her freckles, but Daveed and I think they're adorable.
Our photographer places us in dozens of different positions, doing some close-up shots of our bellies with Daveed's hands on them and full-body pictures. Some of the shots are taken with our bodies in the water. With our heights being so different, it was kind of hard to find the perfect depth for us to stand in. The photographer brought out some baby blue and pink paint. I wonder what else she has in that Mary Poppins bag that she brought.
"Daveed, I'm going to paint one hand blue and the other pink. I need you to get down on your knees in front of them and place your right hand on the side of Saviera's stomach and your left-hand needs to be on the other side of Zuri's stomach. Leave your hands there while I take some shots," She gets close and further away shots. "Now, remove your hands carefully, without smudging the paint." He leaves behind his prints on our stomachs and rinses his hands off in the water.
"Is that paint non-toxic?" Sav asked.
"Yes, it is. It's the only kind I will use." She reassured.
"Sorry, babe. I didn't think about that before rinsing it off in the ocean." Sometimes we forget about her obsession with keeping wildlife safe. She even refuses to use disposable plates, cups, plasticware, and non-biodegradable straws. She will happily wash dishes all day long.
"It's okay. I know people put much worse in there. I just don't want to add to it is all. I would be super pissed if someone came to our home and started throwing trash in it and squirt toxins in my air." She's too cute.
"I would be very upset too, honey. You're right," He kissed her head and gave me a look as if saying, 'she's crazy'.
The rest of the photo session went perfectly. We took the last few shots while the sun was setting and I already know they are going to turn out beautifully. We were so exhausted by the time we got home and Sav's nose, forehead, and cheeks are red from the sun.
"Did you forget to sunblock your face?" I ask.
She groaned in frustration, "Yes, I forgot. I don't know why I always forget my face."
Daveed asks, "Does it hurt?"
"No, it's just kind of hot. I'll have to use cool water when I wash my face tonight," I should have reminded her this morning.
Daveed and I get into the shower while Sav orders dinner and waits for it to be delivered. Sav and I need to have our time alone with Daveed. It's not only good for her and me, but it's a chance for him to put more focus and energy into one person instead of two. I have all day alone with Sav and we have plenty of time together, so these little moments alone with him are special to us too.
He adjusts the water just right and we take our time washing each other's bodies. We let the water wash over us as he runs his hands over my body, massaging down my back and over my hips. He lowers his mouth to mine for a slow and sweet kiss, making me weak in the knees. I can't believe I was ever afraid to let my wall down with him, but I'm glad I finally did because I fall more in love with him every day. He makes his way down my neck and chest, fondling one breast with his hand and sucking on my other. I feel my breathing is uneven and my pulse is racing, my body craving Daveed in every way.
He gets lower, kissing my belly before turning me around to face the wall. I put my hands on the wall for support while he's giving me attention between my thighs, holding me open for better access. My legs are shaking and my moans are getting louder. For a second, I feel him disappear and I almost complain, but then I feel him press against me and slide inside. Each thrust going deeper than the last, but still gentle. He's always gentle with me, especially since finding out about the twins. I push back as he goes forward, desperate for more of him. His hands grip tightly on my hips and he speeds up only slightly, bringing me over the edge and he follows right after. He kisses over my shoulder and up to my jaw before sliding out.
"I love you so much, baby." He says breathlessly. I turn in his arms and we kiss one more time.
"I love you more. You're so perfect for Sav and me." We step out, dry off and lotion up, like usual. By the time we get downstairs, Sav has our plates made and she's passed out on the couch in her silky robe that barely covers her belly anymore. Her plate is full too, so I know she was waiting on us to come down so we can eat together. Daveed and I bring our food to the living room after we heat it so we can sit with her.
"Wake up, babe. Eat with us." I gently shake her shoulder and she sits up with her hair a beautiful mess on her head and sleepy eyes.
"I'm so tired. I'm sorry, I tried staying up," She rubs her eyes and takes her plate from Daveed. "Thank you, loves."
She looks like she could fall asleep while eating. She's within two months of her due date and we've been walking and standing most of the day, so I know she's feeling it. She finishes eating, but her plate is still half full.
"I can't eat anymore," She said. Recently, she's not been eating as much, and it kind of worries me. I don't want to freak out because it might be normal.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"I'm okay. Today was just a lot for me I think. I'm going to brush my teeth, wash my face, and go to sleep. Just put your plates in the sink and I can take care of them in the morning. Please don't wash them, okay? You have school and Daveed has to work. You don't need anything else to worry about," She kisses me, then Daveed, after we promise not to wash the dishes and we tell her we love her.