My baby

An hour later, they emerged from the bathroom, giggling and laughing. Make-up or love, whatever it was, it was sex and it was amazing. The feeling of fullness as he thrust in her with hot water spraying all over them was almost like heaven. And then the way he…, she shied away from her thoughts and grabbed two towels.

Her eyes every so subtly took a look at his wet, naked body. She could never get enough of him.

The way the droplets in his hair slid down over his face. The droplet slowly rolled down his body, leaving a trail of rock hard abs and a thirsty bitch in their wake. She wanted to be the water droplet that slid down from his narrow waist and slowly rolled over his cock. Even flaccid, it was something to appreciate. She wanted the droplet to be her tongue that would do its magic and grow his member. She wanted to be the droplet that slid over his powerful thighs and.... she shook her head.

“You are not getting another round, so just dry off”, she said as she threw the towel over his head and she started cleaning the water droplets from her body.

“Ow! You hit me, now you gotta kiss it better”, he smiled goofily and walked closer to her.

“No, get out. I have to change”

“You can’t change, you can only wear”, he giggled like he said the world’s best joke when it was the lamest joke ever.

“Very funny, now get out”, she pointed at the door.

“Believe me I can survive watching you dress even if it’d hurt to watch a beautiful art thrown behind the covers”, he laughed again and wrapped the towel around his waist, thankfully leaving the naked abs on view.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I’m just happy”, he said and walked towards her and pulled her flush against him, and gazing into her eyes said, “I love you”

“Thanks”, she replied, getting lost in the love she found in his eyes. She couldn’t believe it was for her, she couldn’t believe that this can be true and that someone can love her without any obligation.

“Thanks? Thanks?”, he giggled at her and shook his head. “Tell me you love me, baby”, he added softly.

“I love you”, she said and stood on her tip-toes to kiss him again. Vansh replied with passion, he grabbed her hips and pushed her closer to his groin. Just before the session turned too passionate, she pulled away from him and ran to her closet with a flirty giggle on her face.

She hooked a bra over her breasts and panties over her lips as she wore brown pants and a cream bodycon top over it.

Happy with her choice of clothes, she went and stood in front of the mirror only to feel Vansh’s arms wrap around her from behind.

She saw him behind her in the mirror, wearing the same clothes he’d come in – loose shorts and a t-shirt. Individually, his clothes looked funny but on him, she found nothing to complain about. She stared at his powerful hands and veiny arms that sat on her belly.

She eyed her belly critically, it looked fat, bulged.

“I hate you”, she said, stopping him from nuzzling his head in her hair.

“What?”, he laughed, nervous and confused.

“You always make my stomach bloat”

“I don’t anything like that and your stomach isn’t even bloated”, he pointed at her belly.

“I’m not having sex with you ever again”, she said, then added, “in the mornings”

“We can just 69 in the mornings”, he winked.

“No, sex with you always bloats my stomach”, she said as she pointed at her belly while exaggerating her bloating.

“Your stomach is not bloated”

“It is”, she pulled up her top and showed him her belly in the mirror. Inhaling her stomach in, “this is how it looks normally” and then she exhaled to show the difference, “see now?”

“I don’t see it clearly; can you pull your top a little more up?”

She huffed as she pushed her top and down and turning around narrowed her eyes at him. He pushed his hands under her top and placed them on her belly and with her eyes asked her to turn back around.

“Your stomach bloats because you see, fortunately for you, your boyfriend has a big dick that reaches deep inside you and expands you, so now you have a bloated stomach”

“Shut up, you fool”

“This is what you call Big dick energy”, he exclaimed proudly as he caressed her lower belly, teasing the waistband of her pants.

She pushed his hands away and said pointing to her closet, “Prove me your big dick energy and find me a top that looks good on this bloated stomach”

“This top looks good, but of course my dick would look better, so?”, he pushed his dick into her back as he bit his lip.

“This is what you call small dick energy. Thinks only with his dick”, she left him at the mirror and strut to her closet while pulling her top over her head.

“Now that’s some view”, he commented.

“Stop your perverseness for a minute and help me find something to wear”

“I told you, you looked good in that top”

“But my stomach looked bloated in it”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s like two inches and you look good, bloated stomach or not”

“But…”, she started but he cut her off with, “When you have my babies in you, your stomach will be as huge as football, this is just practice”

“No one’s having anybody’s babies, and if I did, it’ll be MY baby”

“MY baby”

“I’m the one who carries the baby for 9 months, so they’ll be mine mister”, she said as she placed her hands on her waist and looked up at him.

“You can’t have it if I don’t put it in you”, he said with a freakish smile on his face.

“You can’t put it in if I don’t spread my legs for you”, she pointed out as she narrowed her eyes.

“Fine, our baby”, he sang as he lifted her off the ground and twirled her around.

“Mine, mine, mine, mine”, she kept saying as she giggled in his arms.

He placed her on her feet, and bending down to place a sweet kiss on her lips, said, “OURS”

“Why are we discussing kids? Get out of here”, she said embarrassed; only now realizing how awkward the topic was.

“Fine! I’ll go, no one wants me around anyway”, he said with an adorable pout on his face.

She laughed as she watched him climb out of the window. She turned back to the task at hand with a smile on her face, her cheeks heating a little.

‘So you are not embarrassed with the baby-making process but babies make you blush, huh?’, remarked her inner diva.

Shreya chose to be the bigger person and ignored sassily ignored the remark. Just then, she heard Vansh’s voice. She looked towards the window to find Vansh sitting on the window seal.

Before she could say anything, he said, “Wear the top, it looks good on you, I promise” and left.

“But.. the… belly”, she stammered to the already gone Vansh.

As an Instagram influencer, a bloated stomach was a big ‘no’. Sure she posted about body positivity online, but that was only for others to feel good about themselves, she cannot have a shitty body

But bodies change, and whenever they did, she chose a loose dress to hide the fat. A lot of times she said, “Fat is not an insult, it’s just a body type” so was she being a hypocrite now, not comfortable with a little fat on her belly?

Fats were important for our existence, my breasts that I am so proud of are nothing but fat, then why is a little fat on my belly so revolting to me?

There are fat people all around the world, who are beautiful, smart, kind and overall amazing. How would they feel if I couldn’t take enough pride to wear what I wanted because of a little fat, while they were great in all their looks?

“Nope, I will not be ashamed”, she said to herself as she wore the top.

“Bloated stomach? So be it, I don’t care”, she said, deciding to trust Vansh on her appearance; he said she looked good, that was all she needed to believe that she looked good.

She took a deep breath and did a little something with her hair and face to look presentable. She decided she looked good, except for the belly that she couldn’t stop focusing and criticising.

Before leaving, she grabbed a jacket that could cover her stomach, purely for safety reasons. She would wear only when she felt too insecure, not before, she promised herself.