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“The tattoo artist did a great job. Did you show this to anyone else?”

“No.”

Of course she didn’t. This is just for me. I cup her ass and stifle a groan, my cock twitching unhappily in my underwear. I give her a little smack before backing away clenching my jaw.

“Come on Bambi, get in the tub.”

I hold her hand to steady her as she steps in then I push off my boxers before stepping in. Lowering her down to sitting I wait until she’s stable before sliding in behind her. She scoots her butt up against my erection and I reposition it so it’s not poking her in the back. Well as much as I can anyways.

Bambi’s moan of contentment isn’t helping my situation, but I bite my lip, forcing myself to remain unmoving behind her.

“Better?” I ask through clenched teeth trying to sound unaffected.

“Yes.”

I reach up and begin massaging her shoulders, digging my thumbs into her neck and the tension knots I feel there.

“Uh. That feels perfect,” she groans.

I chuckle. “Anytime you need a massage, or a bath, or me to hold your belly for you, you just let me know.”

“You won’t hear any complaints from me.”

That’s exactly what I want to hear.

~

For the next two weeks things settle into a comfortable rhythm between Bambi and me. It almost feels like we’re a real couple, except for the whole calling her my girlfriend in public, holding her hand in front of others, kissing her whenever I want, and telling anyone I’m the father of her baby. But other than that when we’re alone she lets me hold her, kiss her, make her dinner, rub her feet, read to her, fuck her and love her.

I have high hopes that at the baby shower she’ll finally let me claim her and our baby publicly. I already told her if anyone outright asks me if I’m the father I’m not going to lie. When she didn’t argue with me over that I figured she’s finally realizing I’m not going anywhere. And if I can manage to negotiate this deal I’m working on, maybe I can solidify that realization.

The baby shower is this afternoon, and as soon as I heard about it, I contacted Izzy to see what I could do to help. She was more than thrilled to have my assistance, especially when I mentioned inviting more people. I know Bambi said she would mention it to Izzy, but I only partially believed her when she said that. Plus Mrs. Niedermeyer kinda wormed her way under my skin. She’s a nice old lady who just wants someone to talk to.

After updating the guest list, Izzy assigned me to pick up various things for games she wants to play at the shower. Blue clothes pins, jars of baby food, a ball of yarn, fabric markers, and circus cookies. I have no idea what any of these items are used for, but I guess I’m going to find out later.

I load everything up into the bed of my truck and help lift Bambi into the passenger seat, her rounded stomach larger now than it was when I returned almost a month ago. She huffs when settled, out of breath just from that small exertion. She’s been getting more winded and tired every day and I’ve had to coerceher into sitting more during the day and resting, rather than stocking books like she keeps trying to do.

I let her order me around and I do anything for her I can. I even tried to carry her to the bathroom once but that’s where she drew the line.

“Ugh. I will be so happy to have this baby out of me soon. It feels like I’m carrying around a bowling ball with legs and fists in there.”

“I’ll be happy to have him out of you soon too. Not because you look like a bowling ball but because I can’t wait to meet him.”

Bambi chuckles and rubs at her stomach through the soft blue overalls she’s wearing. They’re basically sweatpants overalls, stretching tight across her expanded waist. None of her massive collection of denim overalls fit anymore and I wanted her to feel comfortable both physically and mentally with her clothing. I ordered three pairs in a variety of colors for her to choose from over a week ago.

“Not because you want to be able to tie me up in your rope again and have your wicked way with me?” she asks suggestively.

Even with the large obstruction we’ve managed to find a few positions that are comfortable for Bambi during sex. I haven’t tied her in my ropes again because I didn’t want to cause her any pain. Things move around internally during pregnancy and her skin is more sensitive. Without proper research I didn’t want to risk it. We have the rest of our lives for me to tie her in my ropes, I can be patient. I waited nearly a decade to have her after all, three more weeks without tying her up won’t kill me.

“Though I very much can’t wait to get you tangled in my ropes again, I can wait.”

Leaning in I wrap an arm around her belly and press a lingering kiss to her lips. She moans into my mouth and slips her tongue against mine. The sensation makes my balls tinglein anticipation, but I pull back, breaking the kiss and putting distance between us so she can’t convince me to go back inside and be late to our own party. Her libido has been crazy high lately and I do what I can to satiate her, but even I know there’s a proper time and place for it. And in the car on the way to our baby shower isn’t it.

“Later. Izzy would kill me if we’re late.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. She’s been more excited about this party than me.”

Bambi’s smile wanes and she looks down at her stomach, smoothing the fabric there. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear I slide my fingers along the smooth strands to her ponytail, twisting it loosely around my fist.