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The tree house filtered the light from the rising sun, making it seem like they were encased in a firelight. Bette woke first, the soft, muted beams of light complimenting the early wake up tweets from the many birds in the trees that surrounded them. Strung all along the perimeter of the ceiling were small white lights and they added to the illusion and for a brief minute Bette felt like a princess in a gilded cage with her bride.
She smothered a snort… a princess of all fucking things… those fairy tales always seemed so abhorrent to her, and she once spent a large portion of her time in the library as a fourth grader looking for a book where the princess saved herself. Their baby girl would know better, she decided, her hand going over Tina’s waist to lay on the growing belly.
Wiggling closer and receiving a grunt from her pregnant wife in response to the movement, Bette peered over Tina’s shoulder, her front pressed tight against the comfortable heat of Tina’s back. So good.
God, what a fantastic view, Tina was simply breathtaking, and the pregnancy only added to the allure. That’s my wife, Bette thought and just thinking that made her giddy with happiness. Her eyes traveled over the visible patches of skin, slowly moving over the form of the special woman in her arms.
The nakedness, the large swells of Tina’s breasts, the pink of her nipples, the femininity, the softness. Tina’s pregnancy was endlessly fascinating to Bette, the beautiful way Tina’s body was changing, the life, the vitality. So fucking sexy. She marveled over how Tina gave of herself so willingly, her body making room for a new tiny person. She kissed Tina’s shoulder, her lips lingering on the warm skin, nibbling gently.
She watched her hand move across Tina’s stomach as she felt the slightest, faintest flutter of movement. Could it be? Her hand froze in anticipation while her heart beat all the faster and she waited to see if it would happen again. Long minutes passed but nothing else came and she lowered her head in such poignant gratitude for her beautiful blonde wife, lowered it so that her nose would press in the warmth of that delicious, creamy neck.