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Neighbours	By : That-Girl-Han Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I stood with my hands on my hips, looking at the complete mess that the garage was in. It was freezing cold and damp. Not to mention, it smelt a bit funky in here. I gave Jacob an odd look.
“It’s horrible in here.” I said, kicking some random box.
“Na, it’s alright.” He replied cheerily, heading towards the door. Jacob shut the garage door, closing us in to the dingy room.
“What are you doing?” I asked, folding my arms.
He flipped on the other light, picked up a box from the floor and placed it on the counter. “It will stop the draft.” He said, beginning to pull random tools from the box.
“Oh.” I rubbed the tops of my arms. “OK. What do you want me to help you with?” I asked, stepping forward and peeking in to the box he was emptying.
“Just unpack the boxes for me. I’ve gotta sort it out later anyway.”
I nodded and picked up the smallest box I could find and then placed it on the counter next to Jacob. I opened it up and looked inside. This one had this drill, a couple of hammers and an old metal box.
“Dex said he’ll be over at 12, so we’ll start in the hallway.” Jacob told me, holding a lawn mower instruction booklet. It’d be bloody amazing if he pulled out that of the box after.
“Okiedokie.” I replied with the hammer in my hand. Gosh, it was surprisingly heavy. “Me and Jen are going to go shopping.”
“That’ll be nice. Then you could pop in t-did you hear that?” Jacob quickly turned around and looked at me. The smile had vanished from his face. “Did you?”
“Hear what?” I asked, confused. All I had heard was Jacob talking.
He slowly shook his head and let out a breath. “Don’t worry. I’m probably imaging things.”
“Um…” I pursed my lips. “OK. What were you saying?” I asked, turning back to the box of mysteries.
“Oh right yeah. You and Jenny could window shop at the baby stuff.” He gave me a sly smile. “You know, just to get the idea of prices.”
I grinned. That was the reason why me and Jen going out in the first place; of course I didn’t tell him that. Originally, she was just going to come over with Dex, but I decided that I’d rather do anything else then actually watch paint dry. Sometimes, it amazed me how excited Jacob was. Even last night when we were going to bed, it was all he could talk about. It didn’t help that I didn’t shut up about it either. “Yep. I’m gonna have a wonder around Mothercare.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Remember to pick up one of the catalog things they’ve got as well.”
“Will do. It’ll be fun to go through it with you, picking stuff out and-“
“Did you hear that?” Jacob cut in, and was now frantically searching the floor with his eyes. “I knew it wasn’t me…”
My furrowed my brow. “I don’t kno-“
“SHHH!” He pointed his index finger back at me while he kept his eyes searching. He carefully took a step forward. Then another. And another.
I watched him act like a crap ninja for a couple of minutes before I got bored of him behaving like a tit. “Jacob, what the bloody hell are you doing?”
He was about to reply, but before he could, I spotted a little white mouse run across the room in the corner of my eye.
Then it all happened so fast.
“MOUSE. MOUUSEEEE!” I jumped up on to the counter with my legs tucked beside me. Jacob stood up properly before rushing over and hoping on the counter beside me. “GET IT, JACOB!!! GET IT!”
Jacob wrapped his arms around his legs and violently shook his head. “No. No. No. No. No.”
“What?!” I gave him a wild look. “Get it!”
He shook his head again. “Not a chance in hell! I am not touching the fucking thing!”
The offending mouse ran out and towards the counter.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! EEEHHHH!” Jacob’s girlie screams caught me off guard. “Where did it go?” He asked, peering over the edge of the counter with a shaky voice.
I shrugged and shook my head with my eyes firmly fixed on the celling so I didn’t spot it. “I don’t know. Go check!”
“No! You check!”
“No! This your garage!” I yelled back. I wasn’t aware we were even shouting at each other. ”You get it!”
“Piss off! I hate the fuckers!” He replied curtly, shutting his eyes and breathing slowly.
“Jacob, you are a fireman! You run in to burning buildings!! How can this be scary-URRRRHHHHHH!” I let out an unearthly scream as it began to scurry about. How on earth can Jake be frightened of a mouse? He can’t be! He’s the one who removes scary spiders for me and any other ugly creature that freaks me out. He cannot be afraid of mice!
It squeaked again and sent myself and Jacob in to screaming fits.
"ARRRRGHGHHHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!" He screamed.
"URGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAERRGHGHGGHG!!" I screamed.
Once it was out of sight, I let out a long breath as I leaned back against the wall. “I can’t believe you scream like a little girl.” I said, peaking at him.
“So do you!” He retorted with a bewildered expression. “I just hope there aren’t more of them. Jeeesh!” Jacob shivered.
Then I started to laugh at him. I found it amazing that a strong man like Jacob was frightened of a mouse. Jacob gave me an evil stare for laughing but soon broke out in to a small smile of his own.
“We’re pathetic,” I said through laughter, “Hahah.”
Jacob joined in too. “Then it’s obvious we’re made for each other,” he chuckled.
Before I knew it, we were both dying with fits of laughter. It was soon becoming hard to breath and my cheeks were starting to hurt. It was times like this that I absolutely loved being with Jake. No matter what situation we got ourselves in to, we still managed to have a laugh with each other. Expect for the whole cock-ring incident…we don’t speak of that.
When we had both given our lungs a rest, a light knock came at the garage door. "Hello?"
Jacob and I exchanged looks.
"Hi?" I replied back feebly. "Please push the door open and come in!"
Slowly, the garage door crept open and a lady popped her head in. “Hey,” She stepped fully inside with the garage door wide open, allowing sunshine to flood the place. “Um... My name is Lisa. I live across the street. I thought someone was getting murdered over here before I heard laughter. Um... you guys OK?” Lisa asked with her eyes a little wide. No doubt wishing she had changed her mind about coming over.
"Sorry, but there's a mouse in here and well…help!" I explained, hoping she wouldn't think we're crazy or something. Although, that wouldn’t be far from the truth, would it?
She gave a chuckle. "Oh a mouse. Hey, I understand. Not so cute when they’re not cartoons huh? But it sounded like two women screaming. Was that... was that you?" Lisa asked, chuckling at Jacob. "I mean... it's a tiny mouse, unless it was a rat. In that case -I'm out!”
Jacob coughed. “AHEM. Erm, mouse’s…er, scares me…a little.” He admitted slowly, still making no move to get down from the counter.
“Oh just a mouse. well I’m pretty sure you scared the poor thing all the way to the next neighborhood." Lisa said, stepping in the garage and looking around for the mouse. Before I knew it, she had bent down located it and stomped firmly on the floor, sending the mouse to run for its life out of our garage. Thank God! Jacob exhaled slowly. I did the same. This lady was a life safer. Honestly, she was. Me and Jacob would have probably stayed in there until someone realized we were missing and came to look for us or until we had both died. Whatever came first.
“Thank so much!” I slid of the counter and walked over to Lisa. I didn’t realize how tall she was! I felt like a hobbit. When I was close enough, she held out her hand for me to shake it. I took it carefully.
“Hi, I’m Ness,” I said politely, noticing how soft her hands were. I made a mental note to remember to ask what she used on them. “And this is my boyfriend, Jacob.”
“Hey,” She said extending her hand for Jacob to shake, and for the first time, I noticed her accent. She wasn’t British.
I couldn’t hold in my curiosity. “Where are you from?” I asked. “Sorry, that sounds rude. I was only asking because of your accent.” I added quickly, afraid I’d offend our new, and best, Neighbour.
But luckily enough, she just gave me a hundred watt smile. “I’m from Philly.” She obviously saw my confused face, because she quickly spoke again. “Philadelphia. It’s in America.”
“Oooh,” I nodded. Now she said it, I realized that her accent was in fact American. “So, do you live here or just visiting?”
“Naw, I live here. I moved a couple of months ago. I’m a graphic designer for the BBC.”
“The BBC?” Jacob asked slowly. “As in Eastenders? That BBC?”
Lisa let out a laugh. “Yeah, that BBC.”
“That’s amazing. It must be so fun to work there…ohmygod, have you seen any celebrities or anything?” I asked, leaning in closer. “Like Dr Who? Ooooh, or Sherlock?”
“Um… “She shrugged. “I’ve seen the back of Graham Norton’s head…”
“Oh god! I love Graham Norton!” I gushed excitedly. “I do! Honestly, I wanna have a go on the Red Chair!!”
After ten minutes of me drilling Lisa about all the famous people she’s met and the places she’s been, we even share a mutual hate for Jersey Shore- by that point Jacob was gotten fed up with us gushing over celebrities and walked inside the house- we agreed that we’d have to go out one day and get to know each other a bit more.
Once Jenny had parked her car, we hopped out and began our short walk to the entrance of Blue Water the shopping center.
“Right,” Jen said, slinging her bag over shoulder,” we’ll have a quick lunch then we can start looking for the maternity shit and baby crap.”
“I’m so glad you offered to come and look at shit and crap with me.” I muttered, feeling abit hurt. I wasn’t sure if was all just in my head or Jennifer was acting oddly about my pregnancy. I’ll have to casually bring it up later…
Jen wrinkled her nose. “OK, that came out wrong. You know what I mean.”
“I do,” I sighed as we walked past an entire rack of shoes on fifty percent off. Maybe I could buy myself a little present. You know, just as a treat since I’m pregnant and whatnot. But before I could really have a look at the shoes, Jenny was pulling me along to the food court. As soon as I smelled the different kind of foods, I quickly forgot about the shoes and was totally focused on what I was going to stuff in my face. Mmm, McDonalds. Oooh, KFC! Uh, no, Subway! Oh god. I want everything. Can I do that? Of course I can, I’m growing another person. Oh, look, looooook!! Pizza express!
“What do you fancy?” Jenny asked, admiring a young hunky man that just walked past us. Her eyes were glued to his backside. Lovely.
“Umm…a bit of everything, if I’m honest.” I licked my lips, staring at the lit up menus. “I can’t pick. You choose.”
“Right, OK. Subway suit you?” She asked me.
I nodded and we joined the queue.
Once we had ordered – I actually got two subs – we found a table and sat down. Jenny tried to start a conversation a number of times but I was interested in just pigging out. So, after we had finished, I let out a breath and leaned back in my chair.
“Urgh, I’m stuffed.” I breathed, feeling my stomach about to explode.
“I’m not surprised,” Jen said through taking sips of her drink, “you ate two and a half subs, greedy cow.”
I smiled sheepishly at her. After I had woofed down mine, she offered half of hers because she was full, so I happily accepted it. “So? I didn’t have breakfast this morning. This is my brunch.”
“Then what were the two packets of crisps you made me stop off to pick up?”
I shrugged. “A light snack.”
“A light snack?” She shook her head. “Just imagine what you’re light snack will be when your eight months pregnant?! Hah!”
“Probably a three course meal,” I joked picking up my can of coke and taking a mouthful. “If I want to eat ketchup straight from the bottle now, what the hell will I get cravings for later on? It’s quite scary.”
“No doubt.” Jen agreed. “But you never know it could calm down a bit.”
“Let’s pray.” I said rubbing my face. “Heh, do you know Jacob is scared of mice?” I asked, remembering the trouble we got ourselves in this morning.
Jenifer smirked at me as she pulled out her mobile from her bag and started to tap away on it. “Really? I think everyman has something that scares them. For Nick, it was cats.” She gave me an odd look.
“No, I mean, really scared. Like he started to scream and everything. Honestly, it was a pure womanly scream!” I began to chuckle. “It was so cute, thinking about it now.”
Jennifer looked up from her mobile. “Were you screaming as well?”
“I…,er, not really,” I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to down play my own screaming episode.
“Such a shit liar,” She dropped her mobile back in her bag and raised her eyebrow at me. “I know you’re squeamish. You screamed your head off when you thought Woody and the rest of the gang were going to burn in Toy Story 3. And you cried when Andy gave the toys away.”
“What?” I hissed, as a man behind Jen, who obviously over-heard, gave me a strange look. “It was sad! I couldn’t help it.”
“Yeaah!” She scoffed. “Just admit it; you’re a sucky wimp when it comes to these things.”
“I am not! Besides, you can’t use Toy Story against me, it was actually very sad.” I told her. “It isn’t like I scream at every little thing or cry at every movie, because I don’t.”
She just raised an eyebrow at me. “Is that so? What about Titanic? You cry every time you watch that. Every single time.”
“Hey!” I pointed my finger at her. “You can’t use Titanic. Everyone cries at that.”
“But not everyone cries at P.S I Love You, do they?” She said. Before I could prepare my defense, she spoke again. “Or The Notebook or Jack Frost or Saving Private Ryan. Or Inception.” Then she began to chuckle lightly at me. “I honestly cannot believe you started to cry at Inception.”
“Oi,” I cut in, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. “Yes, so I cry at sad movies. Big deal! And the ending of Inception was sad because you didn’t know if his totem was going to stop spinning or not, if not then he was still in limbo and those weren’t his real children and that was all he wanted.”
“It’s a film, Ness.” Jennifer said, sliding her bag on her arm. “Ready to go look at spawn stuff?”
I fiddled with my napkin between my fingers, not liking the way she spawn. She made it sound dirty. “Jen, do you have a problem with my pregnancy or something? Because you’re acting….strange.” I didn’t meet her eyes.
“Look,” Jennifer rubbed her brow. “I’m just….I get weird with babies. I have been since….well, you know.” She looked down and pulled her lips in to a tight line. “There’s..er, something that I haven’t told you before. Or anyone.” Jennifer raised her eyes at me and kept her voice low.
I leaned across the table. “What?”
“After...” She sucked in a breath. “After Grace, I got pregnant again-“
“What?!” I shrieked, suddenly sucked in and needed to know more. We never brought up Grace very much, only about twice a year; her birthday and Christmas. And was only when Jennifer told me about the flowers she put on her grave. “When?”
“A year or so after.” She mumbled. Jennifer looked sad and teary. I reached across the table and took a hand.
“What happened?” I asked gently.
“I-“ Jen wiped an eye. “I was so scared that what happened to Grace would happen again, so I…I had an abortion.”
I was utterly speechless. I had no idea. None at all. No wonder Jennifer turned in to a cold person whenever children or babies were brought up. She literally turned in to Miss Trunchball. But it all made sense now. I moved to the chair next to Jennifer, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Aw, Jen.”
She gave a weak nod. “It’s horrible, I know. But I just couldn’t handle it. I didn’t tell Nick, you or anyone.”
“Shall we go visit Grace once we’re done here?” I asked softly, handing her a clean napkin. “We’ll stop by the florist and pick up a nice bunch of flowers, yeah?”
She took it and dabbed her eyes. “Yes please.” She stood up, making me jump at her quick movement. “C’mon you.” Jennifer sniffed and dropped the dirty tissue on the tray. “Let’s go your baby some new things.”
I nodded. “OK.” I said before standing up.
We headed out of the food court and started to make our way to Mothercare. Along the way, we occasionally stopped and window browsed. I saw a pair of FCUK skinny jeans what I really wanted but Jenny wouldn’t let me buy them, saying that once I got bigger, it’ll only depress me when I couldn’t fit in to them. I begrudgingly agreed. Once we hit Mothercare, we stood in the entrance for a couple of moments, while the realization hit me in the forehead. I was having a baby. A real baby.
“Ready?” Jennifer asked me with a small smile. I nodded as we headed inside.
I followed Jen around like obedient puppy, looking at everything that I walked past. Baby grows. Little T-shirts. Tiny dresses. I ran my fingers along a soft cream fluffy blanket. I was going to get my baby one of those. And one of those cute little baby bibs, the one that says ‘I love my dinner, that’s why I’m wearing it.’
We stopped at the new born section and looked at the selection of baby grows they had. Most of them were white. And so tiny! Honestly, they were adorable.
“Jen, look,” I picked up the smallest grow they had, “it’s so cute!”
“Yeah.” She replied. “It won’t be when the baby throws up on it, though.”
I dropped it back in to place. “Ah, true.”
Deciding to move on, I led the way to the cribs and the other pieces furniture. The choices were so vast; I didn’t even know they had so many different versions of a crib. Gosh, it was surprising how a tiny little person could need all this stuff. I mean, since when did a baby need a cot with a built in radio? Or a cot with an electronic massager built in to the mattress?
“This one is nice,” Jen said as she stroked a dark oak cot. “And it won’t cost you an arm and a leg either, which is also a plus.”
I picked up the price card. £65. Wow, that is good. And it isn’t the cheap nasty kind of wood either. Plus it’d go with the dark wooden floor boards. I placed it back down and walked a head to another set of bedroom furniture.
"I've got to pick up a catalogue as well for Jake." I said, inspecting a baby changing table. 150 quid - don't think so.
"OK. Have you decided what room is going to be the baby’s yet?" Jen asked, holding up baby bed covers. "Actually, have you even rung the doctors yet?"
"No and yes."
"Yes? When is the appointment?”
"Tomorrow." I said, having a look at another cot. "I called first thing this morning. Luckily, there was a cancelation; otherwise I wouldn’t have been seen until two weeks’ time.”
"Alright." She replied slowly with her body bent over and her head in a moses basket. “This is quite deep, you know. I think…I actually think I could fit in here.”
“Please don’t even try.” I tugged her arm, pulling her away from the moses basket, afraid that she’d test her theory. I didn’t want to have to explain to the sales assistant why a grown woman was squeezing herself in to a moses basket. I pulled her along to where all the buggies and prams were. I dropped her hand and quickly took the handles in my hands. Oooh, I like this one, I thought, pushing it back and forth. It was a black Maclaren Techno XT stroller. It was smooth along the floor and easy to push.
“Ness let that one go.” Jennifer said, watching me with her arms folded across her chest. “You’ll give yourself aneurysm with the price of that.”
“What?” I asked stupidly, letting go of the handles and picking up the price tag attached. £550. Fuck that! “Jesus. It should be made of gold for that price.” I muttered walking away from the buggy, feeling a little bit deflated. I should have known that having a baby would bankrupt me. At these prices, I’m only having the one!
“Why is everything so expensive? It’s only for a tiny person.” I complained to Jennifer, picking up another price tag for the ugliest pram I have ever seen in my entire life. Thirty quid…no wonder.
“Because they know women will pay the prices without as much as a blink of an eyelid.” She said grimly, gently kicking the wheel of a buggy. “You’ll be surprised with what you’ll cough up when you buy things.”
“I suppose. It’s just-“
“Hi!” A young girl materialized from thin air. “Is there anything I can help you with today?”
I had to admit, I was bit taken aback by how she just suddenly popped up. “Um, I think we’re just-“
“We’ve got a great selection in prams and strollers.” The young girl beamed. “If you and your…girlfriend will like to follow me, I’ll show you the best of the best!!!” She grinned and turned away before me and Jennifer could even process what she had just said.
“Did she….did she just call us lesbians?” Jennifer asked, watching the girl skip off.
“Yup.” I popped the P.
“I think I’d better stop hanging around with you.” Jennifer smirked at me.
I giggled. “Oh shush, c’mon darling, let’s go see these prams!” I linked arms with her and followed the sales assistant. She led us along to the end of the pram section, she stopped with a bright smile and her hand extended towards a buggy.
“This,” she waved her hand at it,” it’s the Jané twin two tandem stroller. It’s one of the best quality prams you can buy today. With a tandem push chair – great for twins or any other children. It’s made a hundred percent aluminum chassis, making it incredibly strong yet very light to carry. Lockable front swivel wheels and steel ball bearings in the rear wheels to maximize smoothness and maneuverability!! It also has simultaneous dual action brake on the rear wheels-“
“Sorry to interrupt,” I held up my hand. “But, I don’t think this is what I’m looking for-“
The young girl gave me a stricken look, no doubt for stopping her halfway through her speech, before cutting in and continuing. “Everyone needs one of these, Miss. With a low price of £879, it’s what any moth-“
“Er, did you just say low price?” Jennifer blinked a couple of times. “Because that is not a low price. In fact, it’s bloody unbelievable!”
“It comes with free delivery.” The girl stuttered under the hard stare she was getting from Jen.
“I should hope it comes with the bloody delivery van at that price!” Jennifer said loudly, on the border of shouting. “Ness, let’s go to Babies R Us. This place is a rip off!” Jennifer stormed off and I quickly mouthed my apology to the sales assistant then followed Jen out of Mothercare, but not before I swiped a free catalogue for Jake.

Before I knew it, I was home. Me and Jen spent a couple of hours walking around Babies R Us and an hour or so visiting Grace’s gave. It wasn’t a bad day, rather sad in places but overall, not bad.
As I walked in, the smell of paint fumes were strong enough to make me dry heave. There were plastic sheets covering the floor and stairs with paint blobs randomly splattered on the sheets. Messy workers, then. I looked at the walls. They were no longer a nasty colour, now they were a fresh crisp white.
“Hello?” I called, pulling myself out of my coat and hanging it over my arm while I tip-toed across the pain blobs to the kitchen.
“In here.” Jacob’s voice rang out from the kitchen.
I pushed the door open. Jacob was standing over the cooker, frying some eggs and bacon. He gave me a lopsided grin as I made my way over to him.
“I see you finished the hallway,” I said, leaning up and kissing him on the lips.
“Hmm,” he nodded. “We’ve done the hallway, the dining room and upstairs hallway.”
I dropped my coat and bag on the counter before leaning against it and folding my arms. “Not much left to do now, I suppose.”
“Nope. Ralph is coming over tomorrow to help us bang out of the other rooms. Hey, do you want an egg and bacon sandwich?” Jacob asked, flipping the egg.
“No, thanks. “ I said. “I’ve already eaten.”
“Yeah?” Jacob turned off the hob and reached for the plate on the counter. “What did you have?”
I swallowed as I went over mentally what I had consumed. Two packets of crisps. Two and a half subways. A bag of M&M’s. A KitKat…OK, three Kitkats – only because one is never enough. And a big Mac meal from McDonalds plus a normal hamburger as well for dinner. Fuck. I had eaten all that and I was still peckish. Not good for my waist line. “You know just a few things.” I said casually, and then quickly changing the subject before Jake could ask me further questions about my new eating habits. “I picked up two catalogues. One from Mothercare and the other from Babies R Us.” I said watching Jacob cram his egg and two pieces of bacon in to a greasy sandwich smothered in ketchup. Mmm, that looked good…
“Great,” Jacob’s voice snapped me out of food daze. “We’ll go through them later, if you want babe.”
“Yup.” I nodded. “I’m gonna go take a bath.” I darted out of the room and upstairs, afraid that I’d rugby tackle Jacob for his deliciously greasy looking sandwich. I plonked myself on the toilet while I ran a bath with bubble bath. When it was ready, I stopped the water and stripped off. I caught my body in the mirror. I just looked at myself for a couple of moments, my eyes glued to my belly. No vast changes. No growing baby bumps. No physical signs of a baby. It was strange, I thought, rubbing my stomach. In a couple of months I’d be bigger and no doubt, three stone heavier thanks to my new appetite. I stepped in to the bath allowing the hot water to spread against my skin as I sunk deeper in to the tub. I closed my eyes when my entire body was submerged. I let out a deep breath and tried to relax, hearing the bubbles pop and fizz.
I wasn’t sure how long I was in the bath for, but it must have been a while because Jacob poked his head around the door . “Ness, you alright?”
My eyes fluttered open. He slowly walked in and sat himself down on the toilet. “Yeah.”
Jacob rested his arms on the edge of the bath, his hands dipping in to the warm bubbly water. “Sure?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m just tired.”
“Thought so,” Jake wiggled his fingers in the water, his eyes scanning my naked body through the bubbles. “Room for one more?”
I gave him a mischievous grin. “Always.”
In lightning speed, Jacob had stood up and began to shed his clothing. In his haste, as he was pulling off his boxers, he caught his toe and fell forward and nearly head-butted the edge of the bath. “Woah..” He muttered, balancing himself.
“You alright?” I giggled as he pushed me up the bath so he could sit behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist as he sat himself down, pulling me back to lean against him.
“I am now.” Jacob sighed as I rested my head on his shoulder. “This water is cold, by the way.”
“No, it isn’t.” I closed my eyes again, lacing my fingers with his. His hands were soft and warm against my wet damp skin. I felt safe with him. “Jacob,” I whispered, afraid to disrupt the peace.
“Hmm?” He sounded sleepy.
“I’m scared.”
That alerted him. “Whatcha’ mean?” He pulled wet hair from the side of my face so he could look at me.
“Having this baby,” I mumbled, keeping my eyes fixed on my feet poking out of water on the other end of the bath. “It’s gonna hurt, and I’m gonna fat. My body is going to change, I won’t be…you know attractive. ” I let out a breath. “What if I the worlds worse mother? I can’t even keep a goldfish alive for more than a couple of months.”
“Ness,” Jacob squeezed my hand. “I’m gonna be with you every step of the way. I’ll be right next to you, holding your hand. Please, babe, do not fret about gaining weight or not being attractive, you’ll always be attractive to me. I love you and I’ll always love you, no matter what.” He leaned in and gently kissed my temple, allowing his lips to brush against my wet skin. “And you have nothing to worry about; you’ll be an amazing mum.” His hands slid away from my grasp and to my shoulders. I relaxed in to him as he began to slowly massage my shoulders. “To tell you the truth, I’m nervous too. But I know I can’t wait to see our baby; it’s a part of us.”
“Mmm,” I let my head flop forward as Jake began to work the back of my neck and shoulder blades. “You’ve got nothing to worry about; you’ll be a great dad.” I said lazily, my eyes shut.
I felt a light kiss on my shoulder followed by hot breath. “Did I tell you I love you?”
I chuckled. “Not merely enough.”
His hands spread down my back and around to the sides of my stomach. “Oh, in that case, I love you.” He sprinkled more kisses along my shoulder across my neck to my other shoulder. His fingers slowly slid up to cup my breasts with a finger tracing each nipple. I released a little moan as I pulled my head up and leaned against his chest. It seemed like forever since me and Jacob had gotten close. The butterflies in my stomach were proof.
I looked up at him. “I love you too.” I craned up to reach his lips. It was only a short kiss, but it was enough for me to get that ache between my legs. Jacob lightly began to bite my lower lip as his fingers dipped in to the bubby water and gave me a shock as he started to rub me. “Jake…”
“Turn around.” He ordered huskily, his lips still lingering on mine.
Without being needed to be told twice, I half turned around in the tub, so I was facing Jacob, with my legs bent on either side him. His hand cupped my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek, inching me closer to him. I pressed a hand against his chest and I leaned in to him, his lips brushing mine gently. We kissed slowly, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I willingly gave it. His tongue felt hot against my own tongue. Even though, we kissed each night before bed, I still couldn’t control my nerves whenever we were this intimate. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but my legs still felt wobbly. His free hand stroked my arms sending shivers down my spine. I slid closer, the water whooshing as I did, allowing our bodies to touch fully. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders while the hand on my arm slid lower until it was under the water rubbing my thigh, inching closer between my legs. His body was painfully cramped against the sides of the bath.
“This might be a bit tricky,” Jake breathed against my mouth. “Can you, like, hook your leg over the side or something?”
I giggled between kisses. “I.” Kiss. “Could.” Kiss. “Try.” Kiss. I awkwardly leaned back a bit so I could sling my leg over the edge of the bath, allowing Jake to pull me on to his lap. His hands dropped down to my hips, bobbing above the water. Our kisses turned from slow passionate ones to fast rough hungry ones. My hands ran through his hair. Apparently he’s penis was working again because it sprung to life against my stomach.
“Looks like someone wants to play,” I mumble heavily, looking at his hard cock.
Jacob groaned. “You have no idea.” His hand slid between us, taking ahold of it as sliding it over my wet pussy, teasing my clit.
Jake pulled me closer and I moaned as he continued to tease me with the head of his penis. I gasped. “Jake, I think we should take this to the bedroom. Otherwise, I’m gonna get cramp in my leg.”
He nodded eagerly. “Hold on.” His arms wrapped around me as he pushed himself up from the bath with me still clinging to his body. I grasped him tightly afraid that he’d decided that I weighed a ton and drop me. But he didn’t, his arm was securely around my waist as he trudged to the bedroom, leaving wet footprints on the carpet as he went. Once we had made in to our bedroom, he literally dropped me on the bed before moving himself on top of me. His head tucked low and I giggled, feeling him start to plant kisses on my neck. I shut my eyes, just allowing the sensation to run through my body. This is what I wanted for days. I wanted Jacob in every way humanly possible.
“Jake…” My voice was raspy and rough.
His tongue slid across my wet skin to my earlobe where he gently nipped it before whispering. “God, Ness. I want you.”
The words made me tingle with excitement. I shifted underneath him, so he was between my legs, his hard dick rubbing against my hot sex and thighs. His mouth trailed to my own, his tongue teasing my lips before kissing me. He used his knee to push my legs apart further, allowing him room to move. I groaned in to his mouth as I felt the head of his dick slowly push itself inside me. Jacob broke our kiss and rested his head against mine as he let out a grunt.
“Uhhh,” I moaned as he slowly began to move inside me. It sent shivers all through my body. The pleasure starting to spread was unbelievable; it was like this was whole new experience. I clung to his arms when Jacob started to speed up his thrusts, sending me nearly over the edge all ready. “Fuck, Jake. Unnghrhn…” I moaned out loud as he buckled his hips in to me – hard.
Jake’s heavy breathing in my ear only seemed to make me want it more. I dug my nails in to his back as he’s muscles flexed. He picked up speed, making me groan and moan out loud only to find that I louder I moaned, the harder Jake fucked me. It was a vicious cycle – one that I didn’t intend breaking. Soon enough my walls contracted around his big cock, sending him to grunt and swear. “Shit!!”
I arched my back in to him, trying to get him deeper inside of me before I explode. Jacob was now practically pulling himself completely out before slamming himself back in to me.
“Urghh,” Jake groaned his breath hot against my skin. “I’m gonna com-urghhhhh!” Jake sped up and really gave it to me. Before I knew it, I was pushed over the edge. My own climax hit me hard and left me sweaty and breathless. Jacob gave one final thrust before he shot his seed in me. He collapsed on top of me, his head resting in the crock of my neck.
“Jesus….” I panted, brushing wet hair from my face. “I think I needed that.”
Jacob snorted. “You needed that? I’m pretty sure I had blue balls.”
I chuckled lightly as I pushed some hair away from his eyes. “In that case, we better go again.” I smiled wickedly at him.
A broad grin spread across his face. “I won’t argue with you there.”
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