where’s everyone going? bingo?

“Fuck…”

You watch Leon drop the backpack he always carries to work onto the floor beside the entryway table, just like he always does. He runs a hand through his completely messy hair while setting down his keys, then quickly hanging up his jacket on the coat rack before turning his gaze toward the living room.

His eyes find you instantly, and a smile begins to appear on his lips.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says calmly, now taking off his shoes.

“You got home earlier than usual.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs, walking over to you. “I finished earlier than expected. Thank God we’re working with the BSAA and have more people helping with investigations and paperwork, if not…”

Leon sits down on the sofa and wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead and then your lips. You let out a quiet complaint of discomfort when he hugs you again, enough for him to immediately realize something’s wrong.

“You okay?” he asked worriedly, pulling back slightly.

That was enough for you to feel a knot begin forming in your throat and heat gather behind your eyes. You also feel tears threatening to spill, but you somehow manage to hold them back.

You try your best to pretend you’re fine, though Leon knows it was quite the opposite.

“You’ve had a hard day,” he states.

“I’m fine, Leon,” you lie, your voice cracking when you feel another stab of pain in your hip.

“Of course you are,” he cups your face with both hands and presses a short kiss to your lips. “Come here…”

Leon moves even closer, sliding one arm around your back until his right hand rests on your waist. The other one settles on your belly, gently stroking it protectively the way he’s so used to doing.

You feel the baby kick almost immediately, and you can’t help but look at your husband, who’s smiling even more now.

“Hey there, sweetheart…”

Leon leains in again, kissing your temple before taking your chin in his hand to make you look at him.

“Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You sigh far too heavily for it to sound convincing you’re okay.

“I’m just tired, really. Just that.”

“Yeah, I know. But…”

“My feet hurt too,” you add, shifting uncomfortably when you feel the baby’s feet pressing hard against your side again. “And I feel huge. Soon you probably won’t even be able to hug me anymore.”

That makes Leon laugh softly under his breath before kissing your temple again.

“You’re huge indeed,” he says sweetly. “But I’ll still be able to hug you even if you get even bigger, so don’t you dare worry about that.”

You shoot him an unamused look.

“You’re huge because our daughter’s in there,” he quickly corrects himself.

Even though all you wanted to do was cry, a faint smile is what ends up appearing on your lips.

“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, now rubbing your belly with both hands. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

You don’t know what to answer because, if you lie to him, he’d immediately know, but if you told him the truth…

Leon immediately raises an eyebrow, clearly knowing exactly what’s going through your mind.

“Love…” he insists.

“I’m not very hungry,” you quickly answer, sitting up a little.

“You need to eat. If not for yourself… at least think about baby girl.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I know…”

You answer exhaustedly and way more sharply than you mean to, regretting it immediately.

God, the last trimester of pregnancy’s really driving you crazy. The days feel unbearably long, and you can’t wait for labor to finally start so all of this is finally over even though, of course, the newborn stage would probably even worse.

But, at least, you’ll have your little girl with you.

Leon sighs, clearly worried about you

“Alright. Then I guess tonight I’ll have to take extra care of you.”

“You always take care of me, Leon. Especially since—”

“I know. That’s my job as your husband,” he interrupts. “Besides, why do you think I said a extra care of you?”

Before you can even answer, Leon carefully stands up, making sure not to hurt or discomfort you, and positions himself in front of you, offering you both of his hands.

“Come on. Get up.”

You groan dramatically while he helps you stand on your feet. The moment you’re finally up, you feel even worse than you’ve been all day.

“Oh my God…” you mutter under your breath.

“Does it hurt more? Do you need to sit back down?”

“Just… Can you massage me a little, please.”

Leon immediately places his hands on the small of your back while you wrapped your arms around his waist. He rubs slow little circles with just enough pressure to ease the pain. Meanwhile, you can’t help but lean against his chest, closing your eyes and quietly moaning as you start to feel a little better.

“There you go, love. Feeling better?”

“A bit, yeah. But… keep going, please. I like being like this with you…”

You stay like that for a couple of minutes until the pain almost completely fades, but in its place, you start feeling overheated. You immediately pull away from your husband, already missing the contact you craved so badly during the whole day.

“Hot flashes?”

You nod at Leon’s question and, without an ounce of embarrassment, pull off the oversized shirt of his you’ve been wearing as a nightgown, leaving yourself in nothing but your underwear before heading straight to your bedroom and lying flat on your back on the bed.

Without even being able to control it, and feeling more and more overwhelmed, you start crying.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart…”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, sitting up. You don’t even know how to position yourself without feeling even more uncomfortable, which seems impossible.

“Hey, it’s okay…” Leon moves closer immediately, caressing your face once again. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh shakily while wiping away your tears. “Lately I feel like a complete fucking mess, and I don’t know how to stop feeling this way.”

“You’re pregnant. It’s normal.”

“I know, but I feel ugly, sensitive, tired all the time, useless… I can’t even do anything by myself at this point of the pregnancy, and it’s getting tiring…”

“Hey, calm down… Don’t say that…”

You try not to let Leon see you completely wrecked, overthinking everything, but it’s impossible because your husband’s doing everything he can to make you look at him.

“Hey, love, just listen to me… Do you really think you’re ugly?”

You look away again, embarrassed, and that alone’s enough to make Leon stare at you with hurt in his eyes, not knowing what else to do to make you feel better about yourself.

When he sees you turn over on the bed and face away from him, the only thing he can think to do is get up, walk over to you, and kneel between your legs, slowly sliding his hands along your thighs until they end up resting on your hips.

“Look at me,” he insists firmly, but softly.

This time, somehow, you end up obeying him.

“I need you to listen to me carefully,” you nod, wiping away your tears again. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Do you realize that, every time I look at you, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have such an incredible woman by my side?” his thumb brushes away the remaining tears. “Even exhausted, you’re beautiful because you’re giving everything you have so this little person,” he kissed your belly, “can grow. Do you know how proud I am of you and everything you’re doing?”

Leon stands up, sitting beside you, and kisses you.

The kiss lasts much longer than you first expected. When you finally pull apart to catch some air, you end up kissing again just a few seconds later, each of you wanting more of the other.

The pace and passion intensifies until Leon gently guides you onto your back and positions himself carefully above you, one of his hands caressing your belly while the other wanders across your body.

“You’re so beautiful…” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you again. “God, you’re so beautiful, love.”

A soft moan escapes your lips when you feel his trailing along your neck, pressing a little harder on those spots Leon knows too well drive you crazy. At the same time, you feel the hand that’s resting on your stomach slowly and torturously moving lower until it hovers over your panties.

“Leon…”

You can’t stop yourself from trembling when you feel your husband begin to touch you over the fabric, his finger moving too slowly.

“Leon, please…”

You need more from him, and right now you don’t care the slightest about begging for it.

To your frustration, Leon breaks the contact when he feels your hand grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand beneath your underwear.

A desperate groan leaves your lips.

“Are you sure you want to…?” he asks a bit shyly, both arms braced beside you as he keeps looking at you. “I don’t want to…”

“Yes,” you answer immediately, desperate for him.

Leon slowly leans over you again and kisses you.

Your fingers slid automatically into his hair while your other hand moves beneath his shirt, tracing the lines of his muscles.

“Relax, love,” he kisses your lips before slipping your panties off with one hand. “You sure you’re comfortable with?”

“Yes.”

“Pretty sure?”

You nod, and while his right hand begins to touch you gently, his lips slowly travel along your jaw, your throat, every inch of your skin while he keeps whispering praises to you.

“God, you’re so beautiful…”

Gently, his thumb traces circles around your nipple, while at the same time you feel two of his fingers slowly penetrate you, curving just enough to reach your g-spot.

“Fuck, Leon, yes…” 

You can’t help but arch your back in response to the pleasure you’re feeling. Your legs tremble, forcing Leon to kneel in front of you, holding them as he begins to eat you out. His tongue teases your entrance first until you feel his lips sucking on your clit.

“Leon, please…”

“What do you want, love?” he asks, running the tip of his tongue quickly over your most sensitive spot again, then flattening it completely against you, licking you in long, winding strokes. “Do you need anything more than my mouth and my fingers? I told you I was going to take extra care of you tonight. You know I always keep my promises.”

“I need you to fuck me,” you beg, crying out at the end when you feel him slide his fingers back inside you, moving them faster.

“Don’t you like this? Do you really want more?” he insists. At any other time, you’d have played along, but today… he’s driving you way too crazy.

“Please, Leon…” you beg, biting your lower lip. 

Your husband pulls away from you and quickly strips off his t-shirt and boxers, starting to stroke his cock, already fully erect, and carefully positioning himself on top of you again.

He teases you a little longer, running the tip of his cock along your soaking wet pussy, until he decides he can’t control himself any longer and slowly slides inside you.

You both moan softly as Leon begins to thrust into you, slow but steady, but your voices start rising the moment your husband begins alternating between speed and depth, taking you completely by surprise every time he decides to change the rhythm.

“Leon! Oh my God!” you cry out, sobbing with pleasure.

“That’s it, love… You don’t know how much I love seeing you like this…”

Leon grabs your hips as he continues to fuck you and places one of the pillows under your lower back, slowing down to instead squeeze your ass tightly. You feel your pussy start to tighten around his cock as you feel that sensation you know so well building in your stomach.

Your husband slides a hand from your waist and brings it back to your clit, rubbing it quickly, making you feel even more shaken.

“Right there, Leon, yes…”

He licks his lips and a proud smile spreads across his face, slightly flushed.

“You want me to do something else?” he asks teasingly, fucking you harder now. “Want me to make you come already?”

You nod, your nails digging deep into his back as your moans go from being brief and soft to louder, screaming his name clearly.

“Come on, baby, let yourself go… I know you’re almost there… Come on…”

Those words and his fingers rubbing quickly against your clit, along with his thrusts, a little slower but much deeper, are enough to take you to the orgasm. 

You writhe beneath Leon as he keeps fucking you, now a little slower, until he finally cums shortly after.

“Oh my God, Leon…” you murmur as he pulls out of you, heading straight to the bathroom and returning with a towel. He starts wiping you down carefully despite hearing you protest. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m incapacitated, you know?”

“Of course I know,” he replies, planting kisses from your knee down to the inside of your thigh. You sigh, feeling aroused again but too tired to do anything about it. “But remember what I told you, that tonight—”

“You were going to take extra care of me, yeah,” you finish his sentence. He smiles, and you can’t help but smile back, stealing a quick kiss from him.

When Leon finishes, he lies down next to you, wrapping his arm around you as you snuggle against his bare chest, tracing patterns with your finger as the day’s exhaustion takes over you.

“Feeling better?” your husband whispers against your hair before kissing it.

“Much better. Maybe it’s true what they say about sex in the third trimester helping with the pain…”

“They also say it helps with labor,” Leon adds. “So now you know what we’ll have to do when you’ve only got a few weeks left…”

You stay quiet for a while, exchanging occasional kisses while shifting around beneath the blankets, cuddling closer to each other.

“You know I’d do anything for you, right?” Leon asks, lifting himself slightly without letting go of you.

“I know,” you answer, even though your mind’s trying to convince you otherwise.

“I really mean it, love. I don’t want you overthinking anymore,” he kisses your forehead. “You and the baby are my entire world.”

You curl up even closer against his chest, wrapping your arms around him as if he might disappear at any moment.

“Sometimes… I worry,” you admit. “Lately I’ve been really sensitive, and I know I’m difficult because of all these mood swings. I also know I should control myself more, and I really do, but I don’t know what’s wrong with me that—”

Leon pulls back slightly to look directly at you. You immediately stop talking, embarrassed with yourself.

Your damn mind again.

“Sweetheart, I told you already: you’re creating a person inside of you,” he says gently. Then, for what feels like the hundredth time that day, he kisses your forehead again. “You’re exhausted, and that’s completely normal.”

“It hurts so much,” he kisses your cheek. Then, he places another one near the corner of your lips. “I’m really sensitive, and my head’s a mess.”

He kisses you on the lips, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you.

“If you only knew how much I love taking care of you…” Leon whispers when you finally pull away from him, stealing another short kiss from your lips.

“And if you knew how safe you make me feel…”

He pulls you even closer, his hand moving over your belly while he buries his face in your hair, against your neck, leaving soft little kisses that now tickle slightly with his beard.

“Sometimes it scares me how much I love both of you.”

You feel him disappear beneath the blankets, only for him to press a kiss to your stomach.

“Do you think she’ll have your eyes?” you ask sleepily, snuggling against him when he settles beside you again.

“No.”

“No?”

“I’d rather she had yours. They’re much prettier than mine.”

You laugh, though it quickly turns into a yawn.

“Come on now. Time to sleep and rest. You’ve both had quite a day…”

Leon adjusts the blanket exactly the way you like it and leaves a trail of kisses all over your face before lying down and curling up beside you.

“Get some sleep, mama,” you nod faintly, snuggling even closer against Leon. “If you need anything, you know I’m here.”

“Even if I want you to fuck me rough at 3 A.M.?” you ask drowsily, a small and playful smile forming on your lips.

“I’ll be here for whatever you need, love,” another kiss press to your forehead. “Take advantage of these six weeks to rest before the baby gets here.”

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