It appeared that his conversation with Fred's father had done much to placate him regarding their news as it didn't appear that he interrogated her once he handed the phone back. He was glad for that, he thought as his hand idly caressed her stomach. Their child was in there, growing, and part of him wondered how large it was and what had developed. They definitely needed to get those books so he could find out - he found himself wanting to know everything, so he'd know what to be prepared for and what was going on
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When Wesley questioned if she was up to going down to the pier, Fred raised her eyebrow. Then, he changed his tone and she gave him an amused look. "Of course I will. Nothing's worse than feeling like crap and being around crowds. The moment I start feeling tired, or dizzy, I'll tell you so you can wisk me away and bring me back here and treat me like the princess I am," she said with a grin.
Before Wesley could say anything, Fred leaned down and deeply kissed him. When they both needed air, she pulled back and gave him a quick kiss before slipping out of the bed. She went over to the closet and grabbed a sundress out, knowing it was warm outside.
She started for the door but stopped to look at him. He was so beautiful, lying there naked, and Fred knew she couldn't just leave him there. "Come on. You can wash my back," she said before slipping into the bathroom.
Wesley wanted to tell Fred that he planned to always treat her like a princess, but before he could, they were in the middle of a deep kiss. He reached up to cup the back of her neck, pulling her close. Part of him wanted so much to protect her and make sure that nothing happened to her while another part of him knew that she could take care of herself. After all, she had for five years. She was so much stronger than so many people gave her credit for
( ... )
Fred giggled when Wesley said he was a good backwasher. “You’re such a dork at times,” she said before winking at him. She was about to say more but all was forgotten when Wesley started to wash her back. It felt so good and she moaned. “All-over? Yes please,” she breathed
( ... )
Wesley fought to keep himself under control while Fred washed him, knowing that if he didn't they'd never get out of there. It was obvious that Fred was quite looking forward to going to the pier, so he didn't want to disappoint her. He never wanted to disappoint her. They had both been through so much just to get to this point, and he had promised that he'd do everything within his power to make her happy
( ... )
Fred gave Wesley a small pout when he shot down her idea of going to the pier naked. She knew she wouldn’t do it, but her idea hadn’t even gotten a rise out of Wesley. He was either really hungry or was using self-control. “Spoiled sport,” she said before huffing a little.
She went over to the dresser and pulled out a bra. After putting it on, she turned and watched Wesley get dressed. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed before giving him a shy smile. She then slipped the dress on and grinned. “Since I can’t be naked, than I’m going to be panty less!”
When both of them were ready, they went down to went down to Wesley’s jeep and got in. The pier wasn’t too far from the hotel and when they arrived, Fred showed Wesley where the restaurant was. It wasn’t very crowded and they got a booth right away.
After the waitress gave them their menus, Fred opened hers and looked through it. “Everything looks really good but I don’t know how much I should eat!” she said.
When Fred called him a spoil sport, Wesley chuckled softly and shook his head. She probably had no clue how much self-control it was taking not to take her back to bed and make love to her again, how hard he had to fight with himself at the sight of her so naked and beautiful
( ... )
"It's not that," Fred said as she sat her menu down. "I don't want to eat too much and get sick. I still don't know if I'm going to have morning sickness, afternoon sickness, evening sickness, or all day sickness. I don't wanna over do it and get sick," Fred explained. Making a face, she suddenly realized talking about being sick was making her stomach flip a little. "I think I'll just eat something light
( ... )
"Ahh," Wesley responded in understanding. He never enjoyed being sick himself, so he wasn't surprised that Fred didn't want to do anything to cause anything to exacerbate her possible morning sickness. The idea of her being ill was definitely something he didn't like as well
( ... )
Fred was happy with what they'd gotten at the bookstore. She couldn't wait to start filling out the baby book when they got back to the hotel. Her parents had kept one for her, and she made a mental note to have her mother send it to them so they could look through it. She wondered if Wesley had one too, but didn't know if they did that sort of thing in England
( ... )
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Before Wesley could say anything, Fred leaned down and deeply kissed him. When they both needed air, she pulled back and gave him a quick kiss before slipping out of the bed. She went over to the closet and grabbed a sundress out, knowing it was warm outside.
She started for the door but stopped to look at him. He was so beautiful, lying there naked, and Fred knew she couldn't just leave him there. "Come on. You can wash my back," she said before slipping into the bathroom.
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She went over to the dresser and pulled out a bra. After putting it on, she turned and watched Wesley get dressed. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed before giving him a shy smile. She then slipped the dress on and grinned. “Since I can’t be naked, than I’m going to be panty less!”
When both of them were ready, they went down to went down to Wesley’s jeep and got in. The pier wasn’t too far from the hotel and when they arrived, Fred showed Wesley where the restaurant was. It wasn’t very crowded and they got a booth right away.
After the waitress gave them their menus, Fred opened hers and looked through it. “Everything looks really good but I don’t know how much I should eat!” she said.
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