Thinking about pinning their arms above their head and bouncing on top of them. My legs spread wide to accommodate a huge baby belly, unable to see their face as my tummy is stretched too wide and I’m leaned too far over. The look on their face is one of smugness.
“You know I’m stronger than you, right? Your legs are so wobbly from how much weight you’re bearing on them all the time. Could flip you over sooo easily.”
“Nuh-uh. You don’t get to touch me. You—ah—you took me so many times, made me this big. Now I get to take what I need from you.”
They chuckle, unable to argue with the logic.
“C’mon mama. Go slow. Take it.”
I squeeze my grip on their wrists as my eyes scrunch together, feeling the pressure in my thighs start to build. I’m running out of steam, the constant rocking of my hips back and forth making it impossible to catch my breath.
“Can you—can you hold my belly up for me? Legs are burning ‘n these babies are too big.”
“Gonna have to let go of my arms first, sweetheart.”
I roll my eyes as I release my hold on their wrists, guiding their hands to cup under my belly, slowly lifting it and alleviating the strain on my back. It helps me to get in a more comfortable squatting position, not having to lift the full weight of my own body & growing twins.
“Mmmh, you’re so heavy, baby. Didn’t get like this all by yourself, did you? Someone do this to you?”
My hands reach behind me to lay flat on their thighs, holding myself straight up as we make direct eye contact.
“I’m looking right at who did it to me. And you’re gonna do it again and again aren’t you? I love carrying your babies, I always want them in me.”
“You look good with them inside you, sweetheart. Your belly is such a good place to put babies in.”
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