3:44 AM
There was a time when sleeping naked had been a decadent pleasure for Renee. The cool air sliding across bare skin, the light caress of the sheet across her shoulder. Such things made a woman feel sexy. But laying in the dark at almost four in the morning, unable to fall asleep and plagued by a dull pain in her ever rounding abdomen, Renee felt anything but sexy. A trickle of sweat slithered down her side. Yep. That settled it. Sexy was definately out. Heaving a soft sigh, she rolled slowly over, hoping to relieve the ache that had somehow shifted from her abdomen into her lower back. The movement apparently woke her unborn son, who promptly offered her a quick roundhouse in response. Her hand instinctively began rubbing small, comforting circles across her belly and the baby quieted. Beautiful glow my ass, she thought, and took a deep breath, trying to visualize her body relaxing, just like that bra-burning free spirit on her lamaze tapes had taught her.
A masculine hand reached around her to rest on her stomach, and she felt her husband's comforting form at her back.
"Mmmmm. You okay?" he murmured in a groggy, and completely sexy tone.
Naturally HE gets to be sexy. Giving herself a mental shake, Renee reigned in her wayward thoughts. She absolutely refused to be one of those whiny, nagging, constantly bitchy pregnant women.
"I can't sleep, I feel gross," she whined. Oh for crissakes.
"You're not gross, you're beautiful," he whispered against the back of her neck. "Want me to show you HOW beautiful?" he offered.
Renee grinned into the darkness. Bless him. He had been sick for almost a week straight, was working his rear end off every day so she could stay at home, and now he was willing to give up his sleep as well.
She snuggled back against him and sighed. "No, you get your sleep, I'm fine. I'm sure I'll be snoring again within the hour," she teased. "But I WILL take a rain check on the offer."
"Mmm-kay, but it's your loss," he teased back, his words already reverting to the slurred speech of the mostly asleep. His hand rubbed small circles against her lower back, relieving most of the pressure that had kept her awake. God but she loved him. He knew her better than she knew herself most days. She settled herself deeper into her pillow, let out a slow breath, and as her husband's caring hand came to rest on the curve of her hip, she followed him into peaceful slumber.
A masculine hand reached around her to rest on her stomach, and she felt her husband's comforting form at her back.
"Mmmmm. You okay?" he murmured in a groggy, and completely sexy tone.
Naturally HE gets to be sexy. Giving herself a mental shake, Renee reigned in her wayward thoughts. She absolutely refused to be one of those whiny, nagging, constantly bitchy pregnant women.
"I can't sleep, I feel gross," she whined. Oh for crissakes.
"You're not gross, you're beautiful," he whispered against the back of her neck. "Want me to show you HOW beautiful?" he offered.
Renee grinned into the darkness. Bless him. He had been sick for almost a week straight, was working his rear end off every day so she could stay at home, and now he was willing to give up his sleep as well.
She snuggled back against him and sighed. "No, you get your sleep, I'm fine. I'm sure I'll be snoring again within the hour," she teased. "But I WILL take a rain check on the offer."
"Mmm-kay, but it's your loss," he teased back, his words already reverting to the slurred speech of the mostly asleep. His hand rubbed small circles against her lower back, relieving most of the pressure that had kept her awake. God but she loved him. He knew her better than she knew herself most days. She settled herself deeper into her pillow, let out a slow breath, and as her husband's caring hand came to rest on the curve of her hip, she followed him into peaceful slumber.
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