"Damn, I miss Barcelona", I grumbled as my hand glided the pencil across the paper of my sketch book.

I was trying to come up with a new design for my design class, but my mind kept coming up with mediocre designs. I always felt something wrong with every design I sketch. The one I am currently working on is actually my eighth one and hopefully it will turn out perfectly.

I let out a sigh slamming my pencil down on top of the paper, a groan spilling from my lips.

"What's wrong, Omi?", Nathaniel called walking into the bedroom eating an apple.

I ruffled my hair before picking back up the pencil drawing an 'X' over the sketch.

"I suck", I whined.

He shrugged, "True, but that's one of the things I love about you, baby. Plus, you only suck for me", his nasty self chided flopping down onto the bed.

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up", I grumbled.

"Make", crunch, "me", he challenged taking a big bite out of his apple between words.

I ripped the sketch from the book balling it up before tossing it at him.

He tsked catching it instead before tossing it back hitting me in the forehead.

Thumph.

The paper ball bounced off my head falling onto the floor bouncing then rolling a bit.

I narrowed my eyes at him, a smirk on his handsome stupid face.

Crunch!

"Will you get out so I can get back to work?", I exasperated.

"Can you come sit on my face first?", he retorted.

"No", I huffed.

"Then no", he mocked.

"You are so annoying", I commented folding my arms across my chest.

He stared into my eyes, those bright blues swarming with emotion as he lured me in. He slowly leaned in brushing his lips against my own. I sat stock still allowing him to do as he pleased.

"Omi?", he mumbled brushing his lips against mine again.

"Yes?", I breathed.

Crunch!

I shoved him and he fell over on the bed onto his side laughing. The idiot had gotten me all worked up for a kiss just to bite a damn apple instead.

I rose from the bed and walked out of the bedroom down the hallway to the kitchen. I just went into the fridge taking out the container of leftovers then heating it up in the microwave. I stood at the counter eating and mulling over possibly designs in my mind.

I felt arms wrap around my midsection before feather like kisses were trailed up my neck.

"Can I have a bite?", he mumbled nibbling on my ear lobe.

I hummed shoveling a big forkful of green-bean casserole into my mouth. I let out an exaggerated groan as I chewed my food.

"Petty", he tutted.

"Yup", I retorted blandly before taking a bite of the piece of chicken from my plate.

He hummed kissing my cheek before burying his face in the crook of my neck caressing my small bump. We stood like that until I finished eating. He released me from his hold allowing me to dispose of my trash and clean my dishes replacing them in the dish drainer.

We waddled into the family room sitting on the love seat.

"Are you comfortable?", Nathaniel asked carding his fingers through my hair.

I hummed snuggling against him even more. He is sat on the couch reclined against the pillows with his arm around my shoulders while I sat against his side with my head resting in the crook of his neck.

I hummed in content. It was moments like these that made me appreciate him more. He knew that I had been stressing so he practically forced me into taking a moment to breathe. I don't know if his little plan included a nap, but I surely had one. When I woke up I was lying in bed under the covers hugging my body pillow.

"Neil!?", I called yawning.

"Coming, baby!", he called back, the sound of dishes clanking nearing.

I rolled over, a smile coming to my face. Nathaniel entered the room shirtless in a pair of black jeans and his slippers on. In his hands he held a tray with food and drinks on it. I inwardly swooned. 'Hubby be takin' care of his wifey! Yas, hubby!', I mentally cheered sitting up in bed adjusting myself so that he could sit the tray over my lap.

"Awe, baby. You made me food in bed", I cooed kissing him on the cheek as he placed the tray.

He smirked turning his head planting his lips on mine in a chaste kiss.

"Correction. I made us food in bed", he responded before walking around the bed getting in beside me.

We had fed each other until the tray was empty. I was full and the baby seemed to of have enjoyed the food as well. So that was win.

"Thank you, baby", I muttered cupping his face in the palm of my hands.

I leaned in kissing him lovingly.

"Sei il benvenuto la mia bellissima regina", he mumbled deepening the kiss.

That kiss led to much more. Soon we were rolling around in the sheets in the throes of passion. We later found ourselves in the bathtub in a bubble bath. I was sat between Neil's legs with my back resting against his chest.

"Oh, I love you so much, baby", I moaned as he worked those magical fingers of his.

He was massaging my shoulders working at the kinks beautifully. This is a side of Neil no one gets to see. My baby is very attentive to me and he spoils me rotten. He can be a complete ass, but he treats me well. He is a great father and a great husband.

"You better. I ain't doing all of this shit for nothing, bellissimo", he chided trailing his hands down my back.

I giggled, his hands tickling my lower back.

"I hope that this helps. I don't like seeing you stressed, especially now that you are pregnant", he said lowly.

I smiled softly, "You know, sometimes I forget?", I said.

He hummed, "Forget what?", he mumbled trailing his arms back upwards.

"That I am pregnant. This is all so new to me. I am trying to finish school, launch my career, be the best wife that I can to you, a mother to two amazing kids, and be a new mother all over again. I never had to deal with pregnancy and the things that goes along with it. I want to do big things but I am starting to feel like I am in over my head", I muttered feeling defeated.

His hands ceased movement. "Omi, you are not in over your head. You can do this. You can and you will do everything you set out to do. I am here, yours and my family are here, and our children are here for you. You have so much support, Naomi. I am going to help you get there baby. We can divide and conquer. We can do this side by side. Either way, darling I will always be here to help in one way or another. Never be afraid to say that you need help or that you are feeling overwhelmed. Because baby, as your man, partner, friend, and husband, it is my duty and honor to be there for you", he declared passionately.

I burst into tears. He held me and let me cry in his arms.

"II mio grande bambino. Sei un piagnucolone, il mio piagnucolone. Ti amo, Omi", he cooed.

I sniffed, "Shut up", I whined pinching his thigh.

He chuckled kissing my neck.

"Feel better?", he asked.

"I do", I admitted.

"Remember our wedding?", he asked.

"What wedding?", I asked thinking about our exchanging of vows ceremony.

"Our wedding. You wore that little ass dress that I hated and had ripped it off you the moment I got you alone. It was nude and short. You had wore some stiletto heels with it. I had almost lost my shit thinking you were walking around naked", he grumbled describing what I had worn that day.

I snickered remembering how red he had turned in the face.

"What and the fuck do you got on!? Where is your clothes!? Why are you walking around naked!? Go put on some clothes!?", Nathaniel snapped.

I rolled my eyes, "I have on clothes you big idiot. My dress is nude and before you say anything, it is not too short. You are not going to dictate what I wear and the way that dress because you knew about the way that I dress when you pursued me. So you either come on so that we can get married and I wear what the hell I want to or you can march your ass out there single like the day you were born?", I quipped.

He had stared at me, his voice devoid of any emotion. I was not going to back down. If I backed down over something so small than he would run over me. I would be damned if I allowed anyone, especially my husband to do so.

"You look beautiful, bambino and you are right. I knew of the way that you dress and i'm sorry for making a big deal about it. Also, I can't wait to get you out of that dress. I hate it, but you love it so I will just deal with it because nothing is going to stop me from making you my wife", he declared, a smirk taking over his handsome face.

I returned his smirk with one of my own.

"Then lets do this thing, papi. The sooner you make me your wife, the sooner you can get me out of this dress", I retorted before turning and strutting away with a bit of extra sway in my hips.

"I remember, Neil", I said.

"Our wedding was lit", he commented, pride evident in his voice.

"It was. I still wanna know how you pulled it off? A ceremony at the school's chapel followed by a foam party at the campus pool for the reception. Trashed the damn pool and to this day the dean still has no idea whose responsible", I agreed.

"Yup, your man is a fuckin' magician", he retorted.

I tsked, "You're so cocky sometimes", I commented.

"But ain't that how you pregnant though?", he said into my ear causing me to jump.

I turned smacking his chest.

"You are so annoying, but nah. I'm pregnant because mama got skill and daddy can't resist", I chided.

"I can't even deny it, baby. So, about you sitting on my face?", he drawled.

I turn facing him with my legs resting on top of his, my feet resting on either sides of his body against the end of the tub he had been leaning his back against.

"You would drown", I challenged.

"I can swim, beautiful. I was on my high school swim team, captain three years in a row", he retorted.

"And if I say no?", I countered.

He smirked leaning in slowly bringing his face an inch away from my own.

"I'm a magician remember? I make shit happen, my love", he said slyly.

I smirked leaning in closing the gap between us, brushing my lips against his.

"Well since you put it that way", I paused pecking his lips to add suspense. "Nope", I laughed in his face.

He pouted, "Why not?", he groaned.

I chuckled, "Why are you so set on this? We have never done that before", I asked.

He grinned that boyish grin that I love so much.

"There's a first time for everything and I want to make you quiver. I want to make you quake like Solange made the world quake when she beat Jay-Z's ass in that elevator and Beyoncé stood by letting it happen", he said lowly, seductively.

It sounded so appealing. It was not as if I would not enjoy the experience. I would enjoy it most between the two of us.

I hummed thoughtfully thinking about the pros and cons. There honestly were none except the obvious of my husband getting hurt. But since he is all for this, why the hell not?

Let's just say that I was fully energized and bursting with ideas after that experience. Sike!

It went horribly wrong. The idiot nearly suffocated himself and he hurt his neck. I cried like a baby. Never the hell again.

And do you know what my idiot husband had the audacity to say? He asked if we could try again. He said that he figured out what went wrong and he has a better approach now. I am too damn through with Nathaniel's antics for a while.

I did finish my design and was quite happy with my end result.

"Nathaniel, baby, wake up. I finished it", I gushed shaking him.

He had fallen asleep hugging my waist. I would try to get him to lie down in a more comfortable position but he would just tighten his hold and kiss my stomach and thigh. He groaned nuzzling my thigh.

"Neil, come on. You said that you wanted to be the first to see it. Now wake up", I cooed carding my fingers through his hair.

He groaned, his big blues slowly opening staring into the depths of my soul.

"Hey, handsome", I cooed.

He smiled softly, "Hey, beautiful", he responded, fatigue in his voice making it even deeper.

"I finished", I whispered clutching my sketchbook to my chest.

I was nervous. Nathaniel will give me his honest opinion and I appreciate that. At least I do not have to worry about if I am being lied to or not. I had worked hard on my design and I did not want anyone to shit on it.

"Le'me see, bae", he mumbled holding out his hand for the book.

Reluctantly I handed it over. I waited anxiously as he took his time examining my design. When he was done he rolled over flipping it close sitting it on the nightstand before resuming his previous position.

"Nice. Now can I go back to sleep now?", he said.

I rolled my eyes, "Go back to sleep", I grumbled scooting down in his arms until he was hugging my upper arms.

"It was lovely, baby. I'm just tired. I pulled an all-nighter three days in a row. I'm burned the fuck out", he mumbled his eyes dropping heavily.

I leaned in pecking him on the lips.

"'M sorry for being inconsiderate", I apologized.

He hummed pulling me closer laying his head on my breasts. I had already taken a nap a while ago, but I felt drained as well. I guess pregnancy was taking a toll on me and soon I was asleep hugging Neil's head to my breasts with my legs resting on top of his.