Chapter 108

**Blue**


Artemis and I are showered with love after announcing the gender of the babies. I had planned on doing a little photoshoot at home to announce the pregnancy, but Artemis surprised me and agreed to take a picture with me and Lilly. Rhea set up a little space where we could stand, and we each held a balloon for a twin, and it turned out so cute! Once the party is over and we’re heading home I decide to post it and by the time Lilly is asleep the post has fifty-thousand likes! Fifty thousand! I don’t know how or why all these people managed to find my post, but the comments have been so kind.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how people would take the news, but so far they have been happy for us. I’m floating on cloud nine when I climb into bed. Artemis comes out of the bathroom looking like sin, and I shamelessly watch him as he walks over to the bed and climbs in next to me.

“What?” He asks.

“What? I can’t check out my husband?” I counter.

He smirks at me in that wicked way of his that always get’s my blood going. “You can look all you want Blue jay, I’m yours.”

I cringe at the nickname. “Why do you call me by those ridiculous nicknames? I should have changed my name by now, but I keep forgetting.”

He sighs and sits up against the headboard. “I wanted to talk to you about that.”

I don’t like where this conversation is going already. I mimic his position and sit up next to him. He immediately reaches over and rubs my belly.

“I don’t think you should change your name.” He says.

“What? But-“

“I know why you wanted to do it, but you were right when you told me why you kept it. It’s your name and you have made it into your own. If you want to change it for me or anyone else, I don’t think you should. If you feel silly having a name like that then we can name our kids color names too. Or fruits, I know a few celebrities have done that. Or maybe seasons?” I break out laughing and he smiles. “Just think about it first.”

I consider his words, and he’s right. The reason I wanted to change my name was because I feel like it doesn’t fit this new life, but Artemis reminds me all the time that I fit right where I need to be…next to him.

“You’re right, but we are not naming our kids any of those things. I want them to have names that mean something. It’s going to be a very detailed process. Would you want one of the boys named after you?”

He shakes his head and leans down to rest his head on my ever-growing belly. “No. I want them to be their own person, name and all.”

I smile and reach up to run my fingers through his hair. He makes a content sound which makes me smile more. No one would believe my scary husband would like to have his hair played with. Just another thing that is mine.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, lifting his head enough to look up at me.

“Pretty good. Why?”

He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he closes the distance between us and kisses me breathlessly.

It’s been a while since we’ve had sex and it shows. Not only have I been crazy sick, but I have had some body image issues. It’s been confusing going from a thin malnourished street kid to having a pregnant belly. I don’t feel pretty or sexy anymore even when Artemis assures me that I’m still beautiful. For some reason that isn’t enough, and I still look at myself in the mirror and feel like I’m losing myself.

Artemis is oblivious of my mental torture and moves his hands from my belly to my breasts that have also been growing. They are pretty sensitive right now but when he gives them a small squeeze it feels oddly good. There is a small amount of pain, but it’s quickly replaced with pleasure as he kisses me deeper. Little by little he’s making me forget about my doubts and I relax into him. His hands move slowly down my side and dip under my shirt working their way along my bare skin. I must not have realized how tense I’ve been because every part of me is reacting to him like it’s the first time we’ve done this.

He breaks the kiss and moves his way down my neck and then lifts my shirt over my head in one smooth move. His eyes take me in and that fear creeps in and I feel an urge to cover myself. I move to cross my arms over my chest, but he catches my hands and stops me.

“Don’t.” He’s looking at me with so much heat in his eyes that it makes me want to cry.

It could just be hormones, but I just can’t believe he can still want me like this.

Before I know what, he’s doing I’m on his lap and he’s sitting up against the headboard again. How did he move me so easily with this extra weight? Also, won’t I crush him?

“Artemis I’m too heavy.” I try to climb off him, but he drops his hands to my hips and keeps me firmly on his lap.

“Stop Blue. You haven’t gained that much weight and even if you did it wouldn’t stop me from wanting you sitting on my dick.”

I make a squeaking sound and cover my face like a blushing virgin. I’m not sure why but that sounded so crude and dirty. Once again, he pulls my hands away and gives me a devilish smile.

“Stop thinking. Let me handle this.” He gives me a ‘ask no questions and do as I say’ look and I give in.

I’m not sure what he plans to do with my belly in the way but I’m curious. If it means, we can have sex then I’m open to it. He leans forward and digs his fingers in my hair pulling them slightly and slamming his lips on mine. Once again, the pain heightens the pleasure, and I don’t hate it. His hands run over my belly and up to my breasts again, and he pinches them making me jolt. I’m so turned on that I start to slowly grind on top of him. He groans and grabs my hips to help me move. There are still clothes between us, but it still feels amazing.

“Wait.” He gasps and I stop moving. “Too many clothes.”

I giggle and climb off his lap so we can get rid of the rest of our clothes off. Once we’re both undressed, he is pulling me back on to his lap but this time he’s pushing himself inside me. I gasp at the feeling. It’s been long enough that he feels big inside me, and he must feel it too because his face scrunches up slightly and he makes a hissing sound.

“Fuck, so tight.” He growls out before he’s all the way in.

Neither of us moves for several seconds so that we can both catch our breath, but I get impatient and start to move again. It feels different now, almost too much pressure. Too deep. He starts to move as well and yeah it starts to hurt a little, so I press my hands on his chest to stop him.

“This isn’t working.” I whisper.

“No?”

“And I can’t lay on my back anymore.” I read that in one of the many books I’ve bought over the last couple of weeks.

I needed something to do while I was vomiting my brains out.

“Okay, how about…” He pulls out and I kneel on the bed waiing to see what he has planned. “Come here.”

He’s standing at the end of the bed now waiting for me in all his glory. I do as he asks, and he gently pushes my shoulders to tell me to turn. I do and he applies gentle pressure to my lower back, and I hold my arms out to catch myself until I’m on my hands and knees. My ass is in the air! My whole body flushes at the image he must see, but I don’t dare move.

“Stay like that.” He says and then his hands are on my hips, and I feel him just before he pushes himself inside of me again.

I stay in that position as he thrusts into me with urgency trying to find his relief. At the same time he’s leaning over my back and messaging my sensitive breasts, and I’m coming so fast that I’m almost disappointed. He follows soon after and we slump onto the bed both of us spent.

“I think that’s my favorite position now.” He says.

“Oh my gosh shut up!” I whine and cover my face again.

He laughs and rolls over to wrap his arms around me. His hands rest on my stomach again and he kisses my neck. That’s the last thing I remember before I fall asleep.