“Oh really?” you asked, looking down at your belly, “what makes you say that?”
“You’re sitting very low, boys always sit low.”
“Isn’t that a sign for girls?” another asked the lady checking out your belly, “does the baby move a lot?” she then asked you.
“Yes! All the time.”
“Move as in; roll, or kick?” The first asked.
“Umm, well, rolling mostly,” you replied thinking a little.
“Girl,” the first said with a click of her fingers, “definitely girl.”
“I think girl too,” another commented.
You smiled and chuckled. Everyone was saying something different.
“Guess I’ll just have to find out when the reveal happens,” you thought as you let them continue to try and figure out what gender you were having.
After they chatted a little more, you moved on to your office and went about your day, feeling the little one wriggling around in there.
With such a beautiful little bump to the inside of your tummy, every now and again, there was no way you could feel lonely.
A few more weeks went by and you were just a week away from the baby shower and starting to feel a little heavier.
“Your mum is ok with planning?” you asked Deku one night.
Mrs Midoriya had offered to host the baby shower at her place and wanted to cater and set everything up by herself so that you didn’t have to do a thing- which you were most grateful for, it was hard enough getting out of bed most mornings let alone trying to plan your own baby shower.
“She will be enjoying it…the planning, that is… I promise,” Deku said happily to you, his hands tracing over the side of your belly.
He felt a little nudge against his palm and he smiled up big.
“I just felt a little kick!” he said excitedly, “I love you too,” he spoke to your stomach.
That desire to own you was starting to eat away at him… it had been weeks since you two had been intimate and he didn’t want to push you or anything so he had just been waiting patiently for you to indicate that you wanted to do something more than kiss but you had been so busy or tired that you hadn’t initiated anything and he was starting to lose the fight against his higher morals.
His hand gently caressed under your belly and his cock started to swell a little as his fingers brushed across your pelvic bone.
He remembered all the times you two had been intimate and image after image of you riding him or being pinned under him, flashed through his mind.
You could feel the mood shift and your core started to heat up as Deku’s hand slipped a little lower.
“It’s been a while since we did it,” you thought, looking up into his eyes.
He paused and looked at you, then quickly pulled his hand away and turned away from you, a flustered look on his face.
“Are you ok, Izu?” you asked, placing a hand on his arm.
He nodded, but didn’t say ‘yes’, so you squeezed his arm gently to get him to look at you again.
“What’s up?” you asked him, gazing into his eyes as they started to flicker a little with a hint of passion.
“I… forgive me,” he fumbled, a bright blush across his cheeks that he tried to hide with his forearm- raising it up across his face.
“Why? What did you do?” you asked, confused.
“We… I…” His blush deepened and you leaned into him sideways so that your bump wouldn’t get in the way as you tried to see his eyes from under his forearm.
“I was just thinking about you… I mean… us… and I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts when you’re so heavily pregnant but I…”
As he fumbled along, you understood what he was trying to say and smiled softly.
“You want to have some time together?” you asked seductively, nudging him a little which made him sweet bullets of embarrassment.
“I-I’m sorry! I just can’t stop thinking about you and my mind keeps on—,”
“Why are you being so shy!” you chuckled, struggling to stand up and then turning and taking his arm in your hand and pulling it from his face.
“No, don’t look at me, I’m so embarrassed!” he mumbled, looking away.
“Come with me,” you said with a cheeky smirk, “it’s been a while since we did anything intimate.”
You pulled him up from the lounge chair, and with pregnant belly in front, you led him down to the bedroom.
His heart was pounding in his chest… and there was some pounding somewhere else too as you took him into the room and made him lie down on the bed.
“I don’t know how we’re going to do this,” you said with an uneasy chuckle, “but let’s try.”
He nodded and started to unzip his pants while you got out of your clothes. He couldn’t take his eyes off you- his gaze falling to your full breasts as you took your top off.
To him, they looked plump and delicious and he just wanted to bury his face between them and inhale your scent.
You saw him staring and smirked as the last of your clothes hit the floor.
“Like what you see?” you asked him, getting up onto the end of the bed and crawling over to him as best you could. “Gosh, I feel like a cow,” you added with a sheepish giggle.
“You’re beautiful,” he said quickly, kicking his pants off and opening his legs so you could crawl between them.
You got right up to his face and locked lips with him as his hands respectfully roamed your sides and then up over your shoulders and then caressed your neck and cheeks, while you ran your hands over the front of his shirt.
“Take this off,” you said, pulling back from the kiss as you held his shirt in hand.
He nodded and quickly pulled it off over his head then helped you sit sideways in his lap so that he could put one hand on your belly while you made out a little longer.
While you kissed, your hand ran down his front then down lower to his bulge that was pressing into the side of your thigh and you rubbed your fingers over the top of the soft cotton fabric of his boxers.
He let out a soft huff of delight and his kisses heated up as you ventured to open the top of his boxers and play with him without anything in between- which made him openly groan with delight.