I’ve tucked this in The Shepherd storyline, although it doesn’t rightly fit for reasons. But here it is, none-the-less.
She was waddling and it made him smile.
Of course, with waddling came swollen ankles, poor sleeping habits, going to the toilet at all hours of the day and night. There were the strange cravings, back aches, crying jags – oh dear Jesu, she cried at everything! When she was sad, happy, frustrated. Guy had never seen a human being cry as much as Genevieve did.
He took that back. Vivienne cried with all of her pregnancies. She cried because they weren’t married, she cried when they did get married.
But of course, Vivienne was Genevieve.
This was Genevieve’s third and final pregnancy. This one had been more difficult than when she was expecting Ghislaine and Ghislaine’s birth had been difficult. This C-Section was planned, three weeks away. Guy’s vasectomy was planned as well, although Genevieve didn’t know it yet. Unlike her first pregnancy, she was willing to hand over the reins of her architectural firm to her office manager, Val Oelle, who, alright fine, was an angel, as in wings and halo angel, and an office staff hand-picked and capable of many things.
Including verbally assaulting a former architect, who attempted a hostile take-over of Genevieve’s firm, but who remembered that silly thing?
She had reached the phase of her pregnancy where she was at a low point in her self-esteem. She lumbered, she wasn’t feeling very attractive, not realizing or understanding that right now, Guy thought she was most beautiful. She glowed, she… she was gorgeous.
And it was Valentine’s Day and he wanted her to know just how much he needed her; how much he desired her, cherished her.
She chose that moment to plod through the family room, with a basket of laundry on her hip.
“We have a maid for that, Genevieve.”
“Yes, I know, but she’s left for the day and I didn’t want the kids clothes to wrinkle.”
“Roger could care less if his pajamas are wrinkled. Put that down. Come here.”
With a sigh, Genevieve set basket down on the ottoman and waddled over to her husband. “Yes, Master?”
Guy shook his head and patted his lap. “’Tis not very convincing when you roll your eyes, mon petite. Sit.”
“I’ll squish things.”
Guy’s eyes went stormy gray. “Pray tell, you did not just denigrate yourself.”
With a much put-out huff, she slowly and not so gracefully lowered herself on those long legs of sex. “There. How’s that?”
Guy pulled her close, his nose in the crook of her neck. “Where are the children?” he breathed. He found that special spot behind her ear.
“Uhm… they’re… they’re in the upstairs rumpus room, watching Zootopia.” Genevieve felt him smile against her neck. “Roger thinks Gizelle is … hawt.” His tongue found her earlobe.
“My son has good taste. So, they will be busy for a while?”
“Hmm hmmm. Put your tongue back in my ear. I’ll do anything.”
Guy quickly complied. “I am the Dom. You will do what I tell you.” His arm found his way under her maternity top, fingers stroking stretched skin. “Today is Valentine’s Day. I am going to ravish you.” His tongue began to do just that to her neck. Her own hands found their way beneath his shirt.
Heated palms on heated skin.
“Okay, Guy. Sounds like a plan.”
Guy’s eyes opened. That sounded a bit…not right… too perky, in fact.
“After,” she chirped happily, “we get the kids fed, and I pee, their faces washed, dishes put away, and I pee again, start another load of laundry, then bath time, I pee some more, their teeth brushed, Ghislaine will insist on a sippy cup and then a story-”
The Black Knight took a close look at his wife. She was exhausted, the pregnancy bearing down her. Aye, he wanted to ravish her, but she needed a ravishment of a different sort. “You know,” Guy whispered, his mind whirling, “if we get them to bed, we could watch Zootopia without interruption.”
“You would be drooling all over Gizelle.”
Guy pulled back in mock disgust. “Please. She is hot, but not as hot or as sexy as the woman in my lap,” he stroked her belly, relishing the responding thump to his hand, “who is the most beautiful woman I know, cartoon or real!”
“Even Jessica Rabbit?”
“Especially Jessica Rabbit!”
Her husband was not the most verbal when it came to romance, so Genevieve knew how much the compliment meant. “God invented Cheesie poofs for a reason. Make it ‘The Secret Life of Pets’ and you’re on.”
And so Guy and Genevieve FitzGisborne, spent a ravishing Valentine’s evening, after the kids were in bed, cuddled up on the couch, watching kid vids and eating Doritos.