Warm jets of water were pouring down on my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm relaxing feeling washing over me. I took my time - every move felt more strenuous lately. My right hand rested against the tiled wall away from the water. It didn't have to be kept dry, but I avoided anything that made me feel the needle in my skin. For a few more seconds I hung my head and focused on my breathing - it was one of those rare moments when nothing hurt. After finally turning off the jet, I brushed the remains of water out of my long hair and towel-dried me all over. As far as underwear I had decided on the most comfortable option of a seamless tube top and boot*y shorts. Looking into the mirror before me, my initial insecurities about my growing bump were gone. I'd grown to love it and had spent these past three weeks protecting it and fighting to make it grow. Standing in the steamy bathroom, I realized how dry my skin felt and I wished for a good body lotion but it was hard to find a product that wasn't scented and made me gag. Also, I felt embarrassed about asking my husband about petty little requests like that knowing what was on his plate. I put on my satin dressing gown and headed for the closet without a care in the world when suddenly, I felt a presence in the room and stopped in my tracks. "Don't get a fright," a familiar Southern accent greeted me, "It's only me." It was too late because it had already terrified me. Hunter closed the space between us and wrapped me up in a gentle hug. He didn't wear his cap and I took the chance to raked through his hair while closing my nose to its shampoo scent. "How are you? I felt guilty about leaving you so... groggy last night." "I'm alright. Sleeping helped." I pouted my lips demanding for a kiss. Hunter got the hint and pecked them. Holding on to his strong arms I said: "I wanna sit down." and he guided me to the bed and as usual crawled in it with me. By now I had memorized my hospital room and got along on my own pretty well. "So how was last night?," I wanted to know as my husband pulled me close so my back would rest against his chest. Our favourite chill out position. "Um...alright, I guess. Just another dinner evening show type thing, nothing special." He obviously wasn't keen on talking about it. Maybe he just doesn't want to hurt my feelings bragging about the event, I thought. "It was on Radio One. I wanted to listen but I slept through it." "As I said, you didn't miss out." "I still would've liked to come and accompany you there, you know." Some seconds passed in silence, then he spoke close to my ear: "Wanna go out tonight, ditch the curfew and have a fancy dinner date?" He was joking but it made me smile anyway. What a nice thought. I had to think back on the last event I went to with him. The dresses all kinds of designers had send me, the pampering of getting hair and makeup done and the flurry of camera flashes from the hundreds of photographers. It wasn't like I aimed at this kind of attention but every now and then it was nice to share what was his world. "Who else was there?," I still pondered on last night. "Carrie. And Taylor Swift. Sam...The usual lot." Hunter held me tight in his arms while I was sitting between his long legs. He chuckled. "Remember when I was able to wrap around your whole body like that?" His right arm slid further down to my waist. I remembered very well. He used to do it during se*x a lot when I'd sit on his lap and he'd hold me in place to thru*st into me from below. It was so hot feeling his strength and muscles work like that. Obviously, he couldn't reach anymore now that my baby belly had grown to its 26 weeks size, even though I was still on the small side I wasn't that tiny anymore. "I love this." The young man brushed my damp hair to one side and planted kissed to the side of my neck. "You know, I felt bad about...what happened...last night. I mean very good but bad. You shouldn't be wasting energy on me right now." "I think it was energy well spent," I countered with a grin tugging on my lips. "Well, in that case," he continued nibbling at my skin, "I'd love to return the favor." I closed my eyes and leaned back into him as his palms were roaming my tummy and came to a rest just below my bo*obs. He held back, unsure if he was allowed to touch. When I realized I put my smaller hands on his and guided them up to cup my brea*sts. I was enjoying his intimate touch and purred like a kitty cat. "D'you know there's actually a sliding door plate thing outside you can put on "red". We don't have to bother with putting up our own sign," Hunt informed me in a breath close to my ear. I chuckled. "That's handy." "Doctor Heartley also said we're allowed everything that's relaxing to the mom so...let's do something relaxing," he coaxed. "Ooo, like what?" "Like a little massage." He started to gently knead my fuller bre*asts. I bit down on my lower lip in sweet anticipation. "They're bigger now as well." I addressed the obvious. "You don't say?, Hunter spoke in fake amazement and intensified his grip on me. I knew all to well he loved the fact I had gotten bigger bo*obs during my pregnancy. None of my bras seemed to fit any longer which is why currently I was avoiding them altogether. Hunter moved to wrap his left arm around my chest, while his right palm snaked down my front leaving a trace of electric tingles behind. His fingertips dipped into the hem of my panties ever so slightly petting my skin there. "Mhhh," I purred and buried my nose in the nape of his neck. His hands felt warm against my skin as he slid deeper. At this point my heart was beating so fast in my chest and my body did its own thing arching my back. It was hard to be careful with my hands when all I wanted was to grip the sheets or hold on to my husband. Hunter bit down on my neck again, he knew how much it turned me on. "I'm not relaxed," I stammered. "Oh? We need to do something about that then," he breathed. With one swift move he slid all the way along my se*x. My first reaction was to press my legs together which trapped him between there. I squealed a high-pitched noise then forced myself to open up again, which took a lot of willpower, giving him more access. He appreciated it by running the buds of his fingertips up and down my lips. I so wanted to join him but again, my right hand had to lay still and the left one was still bruised so I just let go and trusted my husband with what he was doing to me. Like right now, he rubbed his index finger between my core, then up to my c*lit. He teased the bud in circular motions and a shiver ran through all of me leaving goose bumps behind. Involuntarily, I started moaning against him with my head tilted back, quietly at first. I was so sensitive to his touch like it'd been forever. I was just about to lose myself in the sensation when Hunter stopped, removed his hand to put it to his mouth. It felt so cold and empty without it there. Luckily, he'd just done that to quickly put saliva on his fingertips. "You ok?," he asked in a low tone before reattaching his hand to my core. I shook my head yes just wanting to feel him there again. Hunter surely knew what he was doing. He rubbed me good and I felt my muscles clench deep inside of me as he pushed me further towards the edge. From being pressed against his chest, I noticed his heartbeat had accelerated as well and it turned me on even more. By now I felt warm all over. Hunter stopped his movements. His thumb replaced his index and middle fingers that crawled towards my open*ing. Gently, he felt his way in the dark, dipped in a tip, then the whole length of his nimble finger. In, out, in, out. He felt so soft against my walls. My ar*ousal made it easy for him to add his middle finger and fill me up. "Oh yes, baby!" The heat between my legs spread over my whole body. I was so close, panting for air. Under his touch my face scrunched up and I was aching for relief. Hunter picked up the pace and his thumb pressed down hard on my bud now. With a few more pumps I was there, reaching the point of no return. My walls clenched in that sweet rhythm. I exploded around him. Hunter kept his fingers in, wanting to feel me and be there while I was riding my high. His strong arm held me securely in place as I was coming down now. It was so beautiful I wanted to cry. Hunter just remained silent until my breathing had steadied again and I was back down on planet earth. "Feeling relaxed now, baby?," he asked.