Elisabeth awoke comfortably warm even with the chill in the morning summer air. William spooned her with his hand firmly on her tummy. Well my little orange, your father keeps us snuggly warm and happy. When she thought of how times William curled her toes last night, she giggled. She truly didn’t think he’d desire her once she started showing. She was so wrong. Uh-oh, you’re on my bladder.
Afterwards, she freshened up and looked at herself in the mirror. Whoa! These are definitely a few sizes bigger. “When you’re ready to come out, I guess I’ll be ready to feed you my little orange.” She rubbed her baby bump. “Well, I guess you had another overnight growth spurt so you’re now my grapefruit. I bet your father will notice.” As she left the bathroom, a wave of pure hunger passed through her. “Those growth spurts always make you hungry, don’t they? We’ll have breakfast soon enough.”
When she emerged from the restroom, William awoke rubbing his eyes before donning his glasses and freshening up himself. While she waited, Elisabeth combed her hair and put on her cream chiffon dressing robe, a last attempt to appear sexy despite her expanding waistline. When William joined her, his eyes reflected a glee that belonged only to her and their baby. He gave her a tender morning kiss. “How’s my beautiful wife?”
“Alright,” she said. She felt another wave of hunger. Morning nookie will have to wait.
“And my precious baby,” he added as he kneeled down.
“He wants you to refer to him as your son.”
Immediately, he opened her robe and lifted her nightshirt to proudly gaze at his handy work. “My SON has grown. You’re really starting to show.” William wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned his head again her tummy and kissed their baby. For the first time, they both felt their baby kick forcefully instead of the usual tiny fluttering. “That’s much stronger than before.”
“You’re telling me,” she said. “That’s quite a kick.”
William slowly traced two fingers along her abdomen where he thought the baby rested. He felt fluttery movements against the tips of his fingers. “He’s responding to me.”
Elisabeth felt the movement as well. “He’s a special baby.”
“Very special,” William replied. Tears of joy came to his eyes. “I sense him. He’s quite hungry, isn’t he?”
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed as he proudly kissed her belly several times. “You can sense him now too.” Elisabeth giggled as William gave her belly a raspberry. “Yes, he’s extremely hungry.”
“Daddy will always look after you and your mum. That’s a promise.” He kissed her tummy once more before he got up. “Time to get my son some food,” he remarked.
“What about your wife’s needs?”
“After breakfast, I’ll put a smile on her face and make sure she glows all day.” He kissed her tenderly before they both left for the kitchen.
Elisabeth felt a very specific craving but chose to ignore it. She didn’t like eating red meat all the time. “You’re son wants a garden omelet with lots and lots of cheese.”
In the dining room, William ordered the cook to add steak to that omelet. “My son wants steak.”
Elisabeth tapped her foot as she gazed downwards. “Red meat isn’t good for you.” She sighed. “Well, I guess I can tell by your kicks, it’s making you strong.”
William smiled when he saw his wife rubbing her tummy and cooing over their son. He wanted to give them both everything they wanted.
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Later that day as she strolled to work many of her fellow pedestrians greeted her. Many commented on how marriage and motherhood agreed with her. At Leveaus, Elisabeth proudly took more orders for some of the dresses that she had designed. All the while, the patrons and owners of Leveaus fawned all over her bump. Pure mirth radiated from within her. “You enjoy all this attention don’t you little one? Just wait until you’re born.”
That afternoon like several afternoons before a cream colored linen envelope arrived addressed to the most radiant beauty in the shop. Mrs. Leveau raised an eyebrow. “Wait until your husband finds out about your secret admirer,” she quipped.
Elisabeth pulled out the fancy card with ever so slight innuendos written on it. “The card is from my husband. I recognize the handwriting. He wants to make me feel beautiful despite my baby bump.”
“William is a lovely man.” Mrs. Leveau pinned some lace onto one of the dresses that Elisabeth had designed. “We are going to miss you.”
“Give me a few weeks after my son is born and I’ll be back,” Elisabeth remarked.
“My dear, you can’t possibly have a career and raise a baby. I know William was fine with you having a career when he thought you couldn’t have children but now it’s a different matter.”
“I guess you’re right.” Once she finished work, Elisabeth ambled home feeling very defeated.
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After a solemn afternoon tea with mum Anne, Elisabeth went to her room to think and be alone. “I want to be a good mother but I don’t think I will be.” She caressed her grapefruit. “I’m sorry.”
Sometime later, William bounded in with a tall glass of Swiss tea and a sandwich opting to kiss her cheek since she wouldn’t face him but chose to stare out of their bay window. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she mumbled.
He turned her around so she faced him. “Not nothing,” he said as he cupped her chin. “Something’s troubling you. Talk to me.”
“I want to be a mother and I already love him but I want more. I want to keep working at Leveaus and have my own shop eventually like we planned. I’m not all house wifey.” Because of sudden hormonal surge, she began to sob. “You think I’m a bad wife and a bad mother, don’t you?”
“You’re a loving wife and you’ll be a loving mother. I know it.” Immediately, he hugged her so she rested her head on his shoulder. “You’re going to have your shop and continue to work if you want to.”
“But I can’t be at work and take care of our son,” she countered.
“Yes, you can. For one thing, I’m already looking into a permanent nanny and a wet nurse for until he’s weaned.”
At once, Elisabeth’s blood boiled. “No one is going to feed my son but me! Mrs. Sweeney has delivered lots and lots of babies and cared for them afterwards. She said not to wean him until he’s three. Babies stay way healthier that way and I won’t let him bond with anyone but me.” Then she stroked her bump. “Don’t worry. I’ll feed you not some stranger.”
William couldn’t help but chuckle. “After that demonstration maternal protection, I know you’ll make a great mother.” Then he kissed her. “Then we’ll just have a nanny so we both can get some sleep and have some time off once in awhile?”
“That sounds good but I still want to raise him and work.”
William grabbed a pen and paper and wrote ‘nanny.’ “Would you be alright with part-time work for awhile, at least until he’s ready for school?”
“Sounds good,” she answered. “But he still will be raised more by a stranger than me.”
“A certain grandmother will want to spend a bit of time with him.”
“That’s true.” Elisabeth knew Anne was just as excited as they were. “I just want to make sure he knows his parents.”
“That’s what I want to help as well.” William reflected a moment. “When I was growing up, my mother was the person who knew me better than anyone and who was always there. My father was the man who patted my head when I got good grades and bought me presents. Don’t get me wrong. He was a good father and I knew he loved me but I never knew him very well and I don’t think he knew me. I don’t want that kind of father. I want to be close to my son.” William worried that she would think him less of a man as most women would at his next suggestion. “I want to stay home with him a couple days a week and take care of him.”
“Like change diapers, feed him, teach him to talk and all,” she stated.
“Yes,” he said feeling slightly ashamed.
“That’s wonderful!” She threw her arms around him and kissed him. “You’re going to be a fantastic father.”
“You really don’t think me ...less of a man for it?”
“I think you’re more of a man for it.” A familiar wave of beatitude passed over her. “It makes our son happy. This will work.”
“Of course,” he said raising an eyebrow his wife’s sudden change in mood. For a moment, he thought they would make love until she grabbed the sandwich.
Elisabeth caught William’s slight curl of his lips, arched eyebrow and the come hither look in his eyes which she could never say no to, not that she ever needed much encouragement. “Our son is hungry.”
He pressed his hand to her stomach and felt hunger. “You want your father home with you?” William felt a sense of safety coming from within. You know I’ll love and protect you just as much as your mum, don’t you? “Well then I’ll devise a schedule. On Mondays, I really must take care of business.”
“That’s fine,” she stated between bites. “Mondays are slow at the shop. They really need me on Thursdays and Fridays.”
“We’ll have a nanny for the nights. Monday through Wednesday are your days at home. I’m sure mum will pop in quite a bit to help so you can sketch your designs. Thursdays and Fridays are my days at home. Saturday nights are our night so the nanny will take care of him. I insist that Sundays are family days.” William busily wrote all his notes.
“When do you plan to write your poetry and what about brawling with Justin?”
“I didn’t think there would time.”
“Why not have Justin over on Thursdays and Fridays? He can help babysit and when the baby’s asleep you can brawl.”
William squeezed his wife’s hand. “You’re really looking out for me.”
“You bet since we’re Wisabeth.”
“Wisabeth,” he said.
“William plus Elisabeth equals Wisabeth. We’re a team.” Elisabeth hopped on his lap and cuddled with her William. “We’ll have our evenings together and you can read me your poetry. Saturdays will be partying and dancing.”
“I suppose I can continue to write poetry for the love of my life and show her off at parties but on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You keep being my naughty little minx.”
“Of course, that will be every night.” After she stood, William followed her to the bed. She removed some silk scarves from the night stand. “It’s been awhile since you’ve punished me.”
William shook his head. “I’m not into that right now.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to?”
“Not while you’re pregnant,” he answered. “It’s just not right.” That little pouty look that worked on him every time crossed her face. “You’re looking very desirable lately and I’m afraid things might get out of hand.” He gave her a rather savage kiss. “However, after the baby is born, I plan to punish you like never before.”
Elisabeth felt a familiar tingling sensation between her legs. Sometimes she couldn’t believe how horny he made her. “Promise,” she squeaked trying to regain her breath.
“Absolutely love,” he stated. William couldn’t help but relish their nightly antics as his wife pushed him into the bed, tied him up and blindfold him. Indeed, he couldn’t be happier that she wasn’t a lady in the bedroom.
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