Growth

4 WEEKS

Juliet couldn't help but giggle as the tattoo pen sketched away on her bare skin. Which didn't help me at all as I was the one drawing it on her body. When I first suggested tattoo to celebrate us finally conceiving, I thought it would take more convincing, but Jules didn't hesitate to accept. In fact she didn't let me finish my sentence before she jumped at the chance to get her own set of ink. I made many suggestions on where exactly she should get it, but again, she didn't hesitate in her response. "Right on my belly."

As can be expected, at only four weeks pregnant she wasn't showing any signs at all. I was a little worried about this but when I saw the look in her eyes I didn't see stubbornness, I saw determination mixed with excitement and that made me as sure as she was that a tattoo on her stomach would be just fine. So I grabbed my tattoo set (Which didn't exist until that morning) and went to work.

She decided on a beautiful rose garden to be made on the right side of her stomach and so I deftly went to on my wife's belly tattoo. Of course, for something as intricate as what she proposed took several hours and that's not including shading and color. But the whole time she was smiling at the ceiling, her mind probably months in the future, maybe wondering if it'll be a boy or a girl and what to name them. And when she got like this I could not resist kissing her stomach every now and then, which tickled her a lot, which then made me do it again and again.

It was around 6:30 when drawing the tattoo was finally done and we decided to call it a day and leave coloring and shading for tomorrow. While I was packing up my tattoo set Juliet walked off to the bathroom again, lifting up her shirt, pulling her pink shorts down a bit and just looked at herself in the big mirror. From the front, from the sides, and from behind. But I think that last one was for me as she gave me a nice wiggle. I packed my kit away and walked up behind her and just held her waist. We just looked into the mirror together. Then Juliet began humming a lullaby that she seemingly made up on the spot.

"I love you with all my heart, Jules." I whispered into her ear.

"And I love you...with all my butt." We both laughed at that. "What?" I asked between my bouts of laughter.

"Well I was gonna say heart, but I'm pretty sure my butt is bigger." To prove her point, Jules flexed her butt, which was right against my crotch, sending all kinds of good feelings through my body. Juliet felt the same way, somehow feeling my arousal which got her excited.

Almost like a reflex, Juliet's hands moved to her shorts and slowly pulled them down. The way the fabric stretched as it slid down her butts amazing girth, revealing the pair of underwear that looked more like a thong on her, but didn't take them off all the way, leaving the waistband clinging for dear life halfway down her ass. My cock was already straining my underwear but Juliet relieved me of the stress and expertly pulled it out of my boxers and slid it in between her cheeks and flexed as hard as she could.

"I love your butt too." I moaned as I moved on top of her and pulled her shorts all the way of her body and threw them behind me without letting my cock slip out from between her butt cheeks.

13 WEEKS

Juliet's stomach finally began noticeably growing, if only a little. It looked more like the beginnings of a paunch. It was also our first ultrasound appointment where we saw something other then an oblong blotch on the monitor. Needless to say, when the nurse squirted the gel on Jules' and we saw that image on the screen I think we both shed an equal amount of tears. The technician states it was way too early to know whether it was a boy or a girl, and frankly we could not give less of a fuck we'd love them all the same.

The drive back to her apartment was something special as we were playing Queen the entire ride back with her dancing in the drivers seat.

So Far so good.