Wednesday, May 7, 2014
“Girls, you look great!”
“Thanks, Mom,” Finley replied.
It was prom night, and she and Zana were all set to go. After the incident at her house, Zana practically lived with us it seemed. Marcus and I didn’t mind and they were very good with keeping to the house rules we’d set.
“I think you need a sweater,” Marcus grumbled.
Finley smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The girls and I went shopping without him the next day after everything had settled. When we got home, he was very unhappy about Finley’s dress choice. She’d never been a fan of wearing dresses or dressing up in general so when she was excited about this one I let her get it. I had my own reservations, but I couldn’t deny she looked beautiful in it. Marcus, however, was still the over-protective dad and still only saw the little girl he first met.
“Are you sure you don’t need a trench coat? Or a bodyguard? Or both?” he asked.
“Marcus, quit. Tell the girls they look beautiful and to have a good time,” I said, swatting his arm gently.
He let out a heavy sigh, and ran his hand over his face. “Ok, ok…girls, you both are stunning and I hope you two enjoy yourselves,” he conceded, letting a smile replace the scowl that was on his face.
We watched as they climbed into the limo to head off to dinner before the prom.
“So…,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What should we do with the rest of our evening?”
Marcus leaned down to give me a kiss.
It started out slow, but the passion quickly grew. My hormones were my enemy this pregnancy. I spent more time horny and it drove me crazy. I was starting to think part of it had to do with the fact that my husband was currently the forbidden fruit.
“Not that,” he groaned, breaking away. “Three more weeks,” he said running his hand across my large belly. “Three more weeks and these guys can safely be delivered.”
“Yes, and your wife won’t look like a beached whale.”
He wrapped his arms around my large waist, pulling me as close as my stomach would allow. “She doesn’t look like one now. I see only an incredibly sexy woman carrying my children.”
I stretched up to kiss him again. “Comments like that will get you extra special treatment once we get the all clear.”
Marcus picked me up effortlessly and carried me to the couch.