Just a short oneshot I wrote. _________________________ Taking my breath away. Sleep has always been my favorite hobby. I guess you could say that it's terminal apathy. Correction: You COULD have said that eight months ago, now I have an excuse. My name is Ryan. I'm twenty-two years of age and in a week I'll be a dad. As I lie here in bed watching the light filter in from the thin, silk curtains, I can't help but contemplate life. As I look down at my huge, swollen belly I smile. Sure, it's uncomfortable, and I have to pee every ten minutes but it's so worth it. I gently lift my very stretched t-shirt and gaze at my dome of a belly. It feels really weird, I can feel something moving around inside me. I can feel my child, kicking me. I would usually take this as a sign that it's time to get up, but I need my sleep. I gently move my hand towards my swollen abdomen. I feel like if I'm not careful, it'll shatter. I gently place my hand on my belly, and get a small kick in response. I smile, as i'm reminded that my baby is separated from me only by my skin. I gently start rubbing my belly, soothing my child. I can feel it's movements slow, but I don't stop rubbing. If I'm honest it's for my sake too. My skin is stretched and tight, my belly button is now an 'outie'. I gently poke my belly button, and slowly caress my stomach. It won't be too long now. I'll be glad of the extra comfort, but if i'm honest, I love being pregnant. It just feels... right. And I can protect my child. Shelter it from the harshness of the world. I continue to rub my belly, and slowly close my eyes. "Having fun?" A playful voice questions. I open my eyes again to see my love holding a cup of coffee, still in his boxer shorts. I give him a playful grin. "Tell you what, next time how 'bout I knock you up, then you'll get it." I tease. He keeps grinning. He'll be a great dad. He slowly walks over and sits next to me. He reaches over gently and slowly massages my belly. My eyes close in pleasure. I seriously doubt anything could feel better than this. I let out an involuntary moan, and he once again gives me one of his big, silly grins. "I think someone's feeling a bit foxy." He teases. This is what I love the most about him, his impish disposition. I lean over and wrap my arm around him. I pull him close to my belly and his child. I notice a slight movement in his boxer shorts. "I think someone's getting a pregnancy fetish." I tease again. He looks up, and smiles. But it's a different smile. A smile of utter contentment. "I can't help it," he says. "seeing you like this." He leans in close, and kisses me. "It really takes my breath away." __________________________ thoughts? I tried to make it more sweet than hot. I just wanted to make them sorta comfortable with each other.