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“For the love of god, just give her the gun.” Thomas stated with a borderline irate tone. “She’s pregnant, she’s not some walk in off the fucking streets.” Another stern stare, and the rookie manning the range slid the holstered weapon over to his partner. “C’mon, killer.” Thom would smile, hands coaxing on her shoulders as he begins to guide her towards the range. “You know you can’t just yell at people who don’t know how to treat pregnant women. It’s coded in a man’s DNA to freeze in fear the second any woman makes a demand, let along a pregnant one.”

With a good-natured attitude he steps ahead of her to set up the target and send it back to the far wall. “I won’t say I get it, okay? I don’t. I know everyone’s been walking on eggshells around you. I know your body is changing and you can’t control it. But you can’t bite everyone’s head off, baby.”

Andie wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to make a face in the direction of the man at the desk as Thomas ushered her off, weapon in hand as they moved out of sight. She looked over her shoulder as he spoke, a flush to her cheeks from having gotten herself so worked up. “Well, they should know better than to question someone who’s carrying a human life. Just give me the gun and send me on my way. I’m not going to go on some hormonal killing spree.” As she spoke, the handled the woman, flippantly at first while she waited for her husband to set up her station. There wasn’t anybody else firing off their weapons in the shooting range so naturally, Andie made her stance as wide as she could — partly out of habit, mostly out of sheer comfort. Carrying a baby, who was getting rather large if she did say so herself, was taxing on her body and she often found that the most unnatural looking positions were the most comfortable.

“You sound like a mom who’s giving their teenaged daughter the speech about becoming a woman, but thank you.” She stated before putting her protective gear on and, without much warning, lifting her weapon to fire off a handful of rounds — all of which hit the target perfectly, but what else was new?

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“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖.”

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For a long time, Andie had always admired women who worked while they were pregnant. It must be hard, she thought. Growing a life and going about your day otherwise unphased. Women are kind of badass. And, to be fair, she still thought that way — but now, being pregnant herself, the woman had empathy for those women that she didn’t understand before. Working while carrying a child was physically and emotionally exhausting, especially when everybody in the department seemed to be walking on eggshells around her. This wasn’t always intentionally, she knew this much, but it was clear to her in most interactions that they were treating her differently than they did when she wasn’t obviously expecting. Perhaps her husband had said something to their coworkers, she wasn’t sure — but if one thing was determined, it was her annoyance at the way people were telling her what she could and couldn’t do.

All she wanted to do was fire a gun. Simple enough, she had done so many times before, both in this department and in other countries. It wasn’t a foreign concept to her, certainly not something that scared her given that she had had to get over that pretty quick once joining the army. And now with her workload lightened and her being put on desk duty, the woman had an itch she needed to scratch. So she figured, why not do so in the safe, completely controlled environment of the firing range they had at the department?

But no.

The man at the desk, who she had become quite acquainted with, seemed as though he wasn’t sure if she should be allowed to do such a thing. And so, in typical Andie fashion, she had gone on a long rant to him about feminism and how he didn’t have the right to tell her what she could or couldn’t do — albeit a little dramatic, the poor sod should have known better than to mess with a pregnant, extremely hormonal woman. So, in response, he had called up to her husband who had been asked to come calm down his confrontational wife.

“I’m telling you, I’m not at risk of getting hurt! I’ve fired more guns than you have in my lifetime, buddy. Come on, don’t be a misogynistic pig.” The woman was speaking exuberantly as she felt her husband’s hand meet the small of her back.

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Andie nodded, a piece of loose blonde hair falling toward her cheek as she did so. She tucked it away easily, a small smile forming on her lips as she did so. She knew Thomas only had the best of intentions and, to be fair, the woman knew she wasn’t being the most communicative when it came to how she was feeling. Everything was changing and she often couldn’t tell minute to minute how she was feeling or how she was going to react to things, but her husband was doing an impressive job dealing with her mood swings, especially when they made no lick of sense - which was often.

“I know I’m not doing the best telling you what’s going on. But honestly, if you need to get advice from a third party, do so because even I need advice on what the fuck is happening.” A small laugh escaped her lips, her head tucking comfortably into the crook of Thomas’ neck as they conversed.

“And I understand your need to put on for your parents, love. I do the same for mine, I know it’s just easier sometimes than trying to argue.” This was true. Andie often found herself trying to do similar things, changing herself for her parents’ sake so they wouldn’t argue in front of whoever they held as a company, though now that she was carrying their grandchild they were a little more forgiving.

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Andie let out another breath as the two relaxed against the bed, bodies quickly intertwining in the familiar fashion they had become accustomed too. Her hazel eyes met his as she tilted her chin upward, looking at him longingly before responding. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you feel stressed. I just feel so not in control of my body and it’s weird for me, Thom.” She ran a finger down the middle of his chest, tracing the dip the entire length toward his belly button before she stopped.

“You’re an amazing partner. You really are. I wouldn’t want to be doing this with anybody else.” The woman confessed, her words not much more than a murmur as she adjusted her position, free hand resting on the side of her protruding belly.

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Allowing her legs to rest on his hips as he came to meet her, Andie sighed out in feeling and reached for the blanket above her head - managing to give it a hefty squeeze between her fingers as she could feel her sensations building. Soft sighs and exhaled moans continued to escape the woman at the feeling of Thomas inside of her, a feeling she had missed considerably, even though she had always plenty of opportunities to satisfy the need. It was only a few more moments before the woman found her muscles tightening, reacting to the feeling that was now washing over her almost as quickly as it had started.

After a single beat, Andie let out a sigh and relaxed her body again, allowing her hands to find his wrists just to have a sense of connection with him that wasn’t between her thighs.

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The feeling of Thomas’ finger moving within her made the woman let out a noise she hadn’t allowed to escape in a while. He had always known exactly what to do with her body, where to touch her, how fast or slow to go - he was a seasoned professional, after all. There had rarely been a time when the man didn’t make Andie feel good, those moments only happening in the very early stages of their sexual relationship when the two had been discovering what worked for each other.

“Oh, Thomas.” Andie sighed softly, biting down on her bottom lip gently as she flexed her toes again. Arching her back wasn’t exactly comfortably anymore for the woman so instead, she had resorted to other body movements to let the man know that what he was doing was exactly what she wanted.

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Thom’s lips creased into a smile as his favorite question parted from the woman he loved, nodding ever so slightly as their mouths reunified in their practiced dance. It was easy enough to pass off the excuse of ‘Andie isn’t feeling well’ to his parents as they passed through the corridors of the home to the room that had once been his. When he’d returned from Iraq the subtle touches of adolescence and childhood had been erased for a much more mature feel, the furniture he’d had as a child and teen swapped a queen-sized mahogany set that was just subtly too small for Thomas and his pregnant wife - even for a weekend. But as he guided his wife to the mattress with surety, all thoughts of what wasn’t good enough faded with the perfection that was her lips.

The man wondered at the natural majesty that was Andie’s pregnant form, now stripped of the clothes that impeded such a vision as his fingers worked to peel her shirt up and off of her. A soft laugh parts his lips as her own eager hands tug at his shirt - a shirt she’d complained of earlier because of numerous reasons - mainly that it was pressed, checkered and pastel, and he was clearly only wearing it and the khaki colored chinos for his mother’s benefit. Thomas was almost certain if he left Andie alone long enough she’d have the clothing reserved for visiting his mother burned. 

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Everything about being with Thomas seemed unfathomably easy, even when Andie was dealing with a multitude of changes in her physical appearance as well as her emotional wellbeing. Regardless of all of her ups and downs, the way her husband made her feel seemed to stay consistent - especially when, in times like these, the two found themselves relishing in the privacy they could share of a closed door and an empty bed. They made quick work of getting each other undressed, the woman being particularly happy to see the clothes go as the outfit her companion was wearing made her want to violently burn the colored fabric as quickly as she could. It had always interested her to see how - and with full intention - Thomas changed when it came to being around his parents. It was as though he was keeping up appearances for their sake, even though he was a married adult on his way to starting a family in just a few short months. But ultimately, she understood, because she still found herself performing similar actions around her own parents when it came down to it.

Her eyebrows rose slightly as the man got down on his knees, a position Andie knew quite well and had prepared herself for when it came to the act. His tongue surprised her for a moment, the feeling making her hips jerk slightly as it had been a couple of weeks since anything that wasn’t a medical instrument had been between her thighs. Her fingers found his hair, curling into it with ease in a familiar fashion as she forced herself to relax against the feeling of his mouth on her. One hand found her protruding stomach, pressing against it easily as she took a few breaths - something that was becoming increasingly more difficult as she grew. Her toes flexed, causing her thighs to do the same only slightly as the man worked his way around the most sensitive part of her.

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“Mm.” Thomas nods quietly, meeting Andie’s caramel hues as his hands began to wander, perhaps in a way he hadn’t in months, eyes squinting ever so slightly gauge her reaction as his hands dished beneath the elastic band of her maternity pants, though eventually his head would dip to kiss against the tender skin of her neck. “I’ll take care of you, Andie.” He promised in a hushed breath, his palming rubbing against the sensitive apex of her thighs. “I still think you’re so sexy.” Thom murmurs, kisses trailing up her jawline until he’d found her lips again, a hand cupping the side of her face as he held her in an all consuming kiss. 

Perhaps it was all just a ploy to step away from the sore subject of his mother, or instead to lavish her with physical attention she deserved - it was unclear, maybe even to Thomas at that moment in time. All he knew was that he’d missed the sensation of his wife beneath his fingertips.

The familiar feeling of his hand against her sensitive middle made a soft breath escape her mouth, though it was quickly captured by his mouth on hers. She leaned into the kiss, hand resting on the lower part of his abdomen as their lips danced sensually against one another. If there was one thing the woman never found herself tiring of it was kissing the man across from her. They had become quite practiced at it by now and, no matter how many times they did it, it still felt as exciting and titillating as the very first time they ever did so.

“Take me to bed?” Andie whispered against his lips, surrendering her body to him gently as she leaned against him. They continued to kiss, the feeling causing all parts of her to warm, including parts that hadn’t felt such a sensation in a few weeks - not for lack of trying, that was. Pregnancy had just been kicking her ass ten ways to Sunday.

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“S’okay, baby.” Thomas whispers, his forehead pressing to hers as his eyes flutter shut, letting his even breathing pass on to her in the way they’d practiced, a hand of his shifting to rest on her bump. After a few moments his hands would find their way to her shoulder blades, cradling her as he leaned in for a tender kiss. “She’s kind of a bitch.” He admits quiet, smiling as an eye peaks open to eye his wife. “Maybe you just need to release some tension?” Thom offers, head tilting to the side. “It’s been a while.” He’d been good about making sure his wife knew what he thought of her body, but it hadn’t changed much when it came to the woman’s self-perception and current lack of sex drive. 

He didn’t mind - certainly he could handle himself, but naturally in the time lapsed she’d grown more and more uptight. “Tonight, we could…” Another kiss is placed lovingly against her lips. “Either way. I’ll tell her off. Okay, babe?”

A small smile formed on the woman’s lips as Thomas agreed with her statement, knowing that he was probably just being agreeable to make her feel better, even though her words held truth to them. Jeanette wasn’t trying to be a bad person, she was just being overbearing and stepping into boundaries that didn’t belong to her - or so, this is what Andie had decided. With a hum against his lips, the blonde rolled her shoulders slightly to get rid of the physical and metaphorical tension she had been holding.

“Maybe that’s a good idea, love. You’re right, it’s been a while.” She spoke, pressing her belly against his in a way she had become accustomed too. It was a way for her to share an intimate moment with her husband and their child while they couldn’t physically hold it. And despite Andie’s general lack of sex drive over the last few months, there were definitely benefits to doing such an act - especially if it would relax her in such a tense state.

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When it came to Andie and his mother, Thomas was often being put in the position of ‘having to choose sides’. He was nothing if not a loving son and devoted husband, and frankly, the two women’s dueling personalities was beginning to fray Thom’s last nerves. “I know, Andie. God, I know.” He gesticulates in a calming manner. To say the man had been run ragged over the ensuing months of her pregnancy was an unfortunate understatement. For every lovely moment there was another to diminish it, and the man was truly at his wit’s end. “You’re not wrong. Your feelings are valid.” The man steps over to his wife finally, his hands slipping into hers to offer them a comforting squeeze. 

“I’ll go and talk to her. Okay? I’m… I’m sorry.” He sighs quietly, leaning in to press a kiss against her forehead. “I thought you’d have a nice time here with someone beside me or Michael for company. I guess I fucked up. I can’t seem to do much right these days.”

Letting out a hefty sigh as the man intertwined his fingers with hers, Andie leaned against him slightly, allowing the kiss to her forehead to ease her nerves. She didn’t like feeling so neurotic and being so hypersensitive to everything was really beginning to get to her, but she just couldn’t seem to let go of the perspective. Was she being dramatic? Absolutely, but at that moment, Jeanette was making her feel like she wanted to pull her own hair out. Not that she would, but the feelings in her chest were amplified in correspondence with the fact that she was getting bigger every day.

“It was a good idea if she wasn’t such a bitch.” The woman stated, furrowing her eyebrows as she held the closeness between them. One hand fell to her protruding belly, her palm resting on the curve that was now very obvious beneath the fabric of the shirt she had stolen from her husband. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. She just drives me up the wall.” Her words were soft despite the fact that her shoulders were tense again and her jaw was set.

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“Are you really going to let her speak to me like that? She has no right, Thom. I’m the one who’s carrying a child, not her.” The woman spoke animatedly, her hands folding in front of her chest as she continued pacing along the floor of the guest bedroom. Spending the weekend with Thomas’ parents had sounded like a good idea the week before, getting to know the grandparents of their growing child even more as the months had passed on. It had since been six months since the entire pregnancy news had come to fruition and now, with everything going on inside of her newly-inhabited body, the woman was even more hormonal and enraged than she normally was.

This, coupled with the fact that Jeanette was being overbearing and trying to tell her how they should go about actually having the baby, had put the blonde woman into yet another horrible mood swing - one that, as per usual, Thomas had to try to diffuse the best that he could. He had been having to deal with such moods the last couple of months and for the most part, he was doing a really good job. He knew how to handle her emotions already just from having spent so much time with her over the last few years, and he was making a valiant effort attempting to understand her newly hormonal rages - ups and downs bombarding him with new challenges every other day.

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“Glad to know I’m indispensable to someone.” Thomas grins, finger curling under her jaw to draw her head back, lips meeting hers slowly. “I’m never going to let you go, Andie.” He’d whisper against her mouth, a hand drifting to hook around her hip and pull her closer. If the man had anything left to give, he was certain they would roll around in bed for the rest of the day.  But he rather enjoyed this, able to hold his wife in a silent home, just the two of them in this quiet moment alone. 

“I, for one, think you get sexier by the day.” The man smiles again, pulling her into a more draw out kiss as his tongue met hers in a light dance. He’d hold her there in that moment as he prolonged the kiss, his hand gliding to caress her cheek as they did. And, upon releasing her his gray eyes were soft and tender with longing, his heart pounding against his chest in a way he was certain she could feel. “Thank you for being mine.”

Andie leaned into the kiss, allowing the familiar feeling of their mouths meeting to encircle her and warm her from the inside out. It had always been her safe place being beside the man, the man who she could now call her husband, the father of her child, her forever - all of these things combined easily to make him the most incredible man she had ever met.

“You’re biased, but thank you.” She murmured against his lips, allowing her leg to bend and rest on his hip as their bodies twisted together comfortably. Her cheeks became warm and flushed underneath his touch, the feelings running through her body causing her blood to rise to the high points of her cheeks. When they finally finished the kiss, Andie could feel her lips tingling, being sensitive under his own. “I told you I would be forever. I did say I do, after all.” A few tears began welling up in Andie’s eyes at the memories of their wedding day, a day that had truly been the most memorable of her entire life.

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Thomas knew at present that Andie wasn’t comfortable in her own body - that his wife was self-conscious about her growing midsection and how she still had inches and inches to go still. He wasn’t a stupid man - he knew that his partner would need reassurance now more than ever before. But nothing about Andie’s changing body could damage Thom’s opinion of it, or her - he was more in love with her than he thought was humanly possible. 

As they curled together in bed Thomas would nuzzle against her neck, gentle smile spreading on his face. “I never thought I’d ever have the good luck of starting a family… Never thought I’d make it this far.” He admits quietly, hold tightening briefly. “But you’re… You’re everything, Andie. I don’t know where I would be if we hadn’t found each other. But I’ll always, always be here for you. No matter what - even if you find an even younger man with a better ass.”

“First of all, you’ve set a very, very high standard for all men for me. So I think the only person who could top that would be a woman. And that’s not for me, so here we are.” The woman mused, smiling as she eyed the man. It was obviously said in a joking manner, as no one could even come close to replacing the man she had beside her, but it was funny to entertain nonetheless. Within a moment, Andie curled into her partner, letting her fingers trace over the soft skin on his chest as she did so.

“You’re kind of stuck with me now. I am having your kid.” She continued, looking down at her pooching stomach and allowing one hand to trace over the middle of it in a silent gesture. It would be unfair for her to say she was over the moon about the state her body was in currently, only because Andie had always had body issues and the prospect of getting bigger gave her chest an uncomfortable ache. But she knew, that at the end of the day, it wouldn’t matter because she would be a mother and that was something she had always wanted.

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The feeling of Thomas’ lips and fingers on Andie’s body would always cause her heart to skip no matter how many times the feeling had become familiar. She smiled as he moved her about, suddenly finding herself leaning into his body as her bare skin pressed against his - the heat they shared overwhelming her in the best of ways.

“You flatter me.” She spoke, nuzzling her nose against his ear gently before pressing a soft kiss to his jawline. This was true, the man had always found a way to make Andie feel like the most amazing woman in the world, even in her worst moments. If it was one of his goals, he was doing more than a good enough job.

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It was only a few more moments before the two had so much built up love and sensation that they couldn’t take it anymore, allowing themselves to unravel in the presence of one another like they so often did. Andie found herself taking a few deep breaths afterward, placing a hand on the flesh beneath her breasts as they rose and fell with every inhale and exhale. She allowed Thomas to drop his head against her neck, nuzzling into her in a way that made her want to cradle him until they both fell asleep. But it was still day time and they wouldn’t get to that point, not yet anyway.

She rested a hand on the back of his neck, cradling his head sweetly as she kissed him a few times on his temple. “Mm, mm, mm. I love you. I love you.” The woman murmured, her words warm and affectionate and completely breathless. She was always taken aback by the amount of emotion the man could make her feel - he had been able to do such a thing even in the first night that they met.

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Andie had always loved having passionate, albeit a little bit rough sex with Thomas - it was fun, adventurous, safe, exciting. But at the end of the day, all she wanted to do was make gentle love to her partner. She wanted to feel his mouth on hers, taste the sweetness she loved so much, look into his eyes and feel all of the love they had for each other well up inside of her until she couldn’t take it anymore. That was what the woman lived for - being completely and utterly loved and adored by her husband.

His motions caused her to part her legs for him, giving him more access to the parts of her they both wanted to explore. Her hand found his jaw as they kissed, sweet nothings being murmured at nothing more than a whisper, even though it was just the two of them in this private moment. “I love you so fucking much.” Andie spoke breathlessly, pressing her forehead against his in an effort to keep the closeness between them.