Last day of the semester, Christmas decorating

It's a week before Christmas, the last day of school and you feel bloated like a fool.

No but seriously everything feels bloated, your feet, your stomach, your boobs. You are tired after having spent the day on your feet. Now you are in the elevator. The couch which you have been dreaming of laying down on is just a few minutes away. Finally the ding announcing you are on the right floor chimes. You hurry out brushing the remains of the heavy snowfall that you have been walking trough of your heavy coat and warm wool hat. You stomp the worst of the snow of your shoes as you fumble with your keys. Resisting the urge to throw them down the hall you manage to get them in the door when you remove one of your gloves. Finally inside you close and lock the door again and kick your boots off, not caring where they end upp. Take just enough time to hang your coat upp properly before discarding hat gloves and scarf somewhere.

Entering your apartment you hurry inside your bedroom. You throw off your proper looking jeans and replace them with a comfortable pair of warm sweatpants. and your black sleek socks with a pair of big warm fluffy ones. Finally you release your bra and sigh a relief. You just stand there for a brief moment luxuriating in the feeling of your newly released tits. Honestly the man (and you are damned shore it was a man) that invented the bra hopefully meet a painful end. Like having his dick bitten by a venomous snake. Finally comfortable shirt. You grab one of Alex's t-shirts and sip-up hoodie's. They are big and baggy on you even with your large belly and tits.

At last you are at the couch. You arrange the pillows to give you the right amount of support and finally you lay down in a reclining position and drape a blanket over you. Finally your poor feet can rest. And your poor back that has been carrying all the stuff on your front around. Your hands naturally fall on top of your expecting belly. Not long now. Its amazing and exciting and honestly a bit terrifying the amount you have grown over the past weeks. Your midwife and doctor all tell you that everything is fine and that you are measuring perfectly naturally for where you are in your pregnancy. The thing is looking at a picture of a pregnant woman and being the pregnant woman gives of very different Fellings of how large a belly is. Whats even more frightening is the fact that you still have ways to go before little John is ready to come out. You won't be able to stand up by yourself by the end of it. Then you feel a small bump inside your belly followed by the fluttering feeling of your baby moving inside you. Oh well, it will work itself out. No need to worry about it. You turn on the tv but you´re so tiererd that you can't focus on it and slowly you doze off.

You wake upp to the rattling of keys in the door and Alex enters carrying an array off different bags. "Amy are you home!?" he calls before seeing you on the couch. "Whuw there is a loot of snow out there. I was lucky i made it home." He says cheerfully as he removes his outdoors clothes. As he does he takes care to arrange the things You tossed att random once you entered and putting them in their right place, without comment and still cheerful. He moves into the kitchen with the bags. "I got lucky and found everything at Ubermall. didn't have to go somewhere else. Even gott the brownies although they where the last package." He calls out from the kitchen.

"Bring brownies here!" You call back.

He exits the kitchen with a smile. "Now young lady no..." He is a bout to tell you off until he sees the look you give him and realize that being ****-feed his own testicles is not something he would really like to experience. "Just give me a second" He responds with a cheerful change of heart. You smile at having your sudden chocolate craving soon to be satisfied.

A few minutes later a tray off brownies is placed in front of you and you happily starts eating. "So how was your day." Alex asks carefully as to not enrage the lioness while she eats.

"Loots of running around and getting my grades and other shit. My feet have been killing me almost all day and my back have been hurting. Couch made it better tough." You explain with your mouth full of sweet chocolate goodness.

Alex nods in affirmation. Then he grabs one of your brownies from your tray. "Hey those are mine." You cry out in pregnancy induced greed. He shows it in his mouth.

"Phaymenth" He responds trying to sound casual with his mouth full off brownies. Before you have time to respond he has moved to the bottom off the couch and is lifting the blanket of your poor feet.

"Stop it" You call out in helpless anger but he just ignores you. Lifting your poor feet of the pillow they where resting on. Then while holding your feet in the air sitting down and placing them in his lap. "What are yooouuuu huhu." You start yelling at him but before even being able to finish Alex have taken a firm grip of one of your feet and start massaging it. His strong hands rubbing the soles of your feet feels incredible after the long day. Alex smiles as he knows he is firmly in your good graces once more.

You stay like that as the light change for darkness as the winter night falls. You feel relaxed, happy. You even give Alex another Brownie as thanks for rubbing your feet. You don't really say anything except for the occasional "That feels so good Alex" from you or "Does this feel good?" From Alex.

Finally you feel rested. Your feet feel good, your back is fine and you realize no more school for you quite a while. Invigorated you move upp to Alex's side and kiss him. "Think it's time to make dinner." You say with a smile.

He kiss you back and rub your tummy. "Are you sure you can eat more? you have all ready eaten a loot of brownies." He asks softly.

"The dessert stomach and the food stomach are not the same, especially when you are pregnant." You respond. "And after dinner we are Christmas decorating." You add.

As the two of you help with dinner it is prepared rather quickly and consumed even faster. Then it begins.

The two off you have been buying Christmas decorations for the last two weeks. Adding more and more until neither of you are certain if you could put everything upp. But you are on. First it's the Christmas tree that Alex moves up from the your cellar storage. Then as you start attempting to dress it other things comes up that you decide should be somewhere else. This continues for quite a while as both you and Alex make your apartment Christmassy.

At one point you are hanging balls in the tree when Alex are calling you from the kitchen. "Amy come!"

"Why!?" You ask busy with making your tree even.

"Come, i need to show you something." He calls.

You sigh and put your pretty blue balls down and walk into the kitchen. At the doorway you pause with your hands on your hips. "What!" You say exasperated. God why is he behaving as such a child? Alex just grins at you and suddenly he rushes forward and grabs your head between his hands and kiss you.

"Mmmpfh, What the hell." You respond tearing away from the sudden kiss.

Alex just smiles and gestures with his eyes upwards. "Mistletoe." He responds. You look upp and wouldn't you know it. The sneaky by has hung mistletoe over your kitchen door. And you just had your first kiss under one.

You sigh. "Well i need a second attempt at that" You declare before pulling him back in. You know that kissing under the mistletoe is ment to symbolize love and happiness or something like that. So you kiss him fully. Long and hard. Turning it into a real make out session to tell the mistletoe to give you all the love and happiness it can in the future. Finally after minutes of making out Alex breaks the attempt att extracting his soul trough hiss mouth.

"Holy shit" he gasps looking at you.

You shrug "it's your fault for hanging it upp." You respond before returning to your Christmas tree. receiving a loving pat on your behind as you turn. Both of you happy that there will be a marginal amount of more kissing now.

Finally you have finished and all of the decorations has found a place. You are both sitting on your couch cuddling and admiring your work. His arm wrapped around your shoulders while you gently rest your head on him. His others covering yours resting on your pregnant belly. The soft lights illuminating the room. Everything feels nice. You feel happy and content like this.

Of course you manage to break the silence with what you thought was an innocent question. "So how where your grades." You ask softly. Being curious at how well Alex have done during the semester. The topic of schoolwork otherwise being largely banned between the two of you. You feel him grow tense after the words leave your lips.

"they are fine." He mumbles. You don't buy it. He is just saying that so that you don't have to worry about it. He has probably failed something.

"Wanna show me?" You ask innocently.

"No not really." He responds. Yep definitely multiple failed courses. Now you can either leave this be. Or you can help him face his problems and be a supportive wife and help him later with his studies.

His backpack is in he hallway. despite your pregnant belly you manage to get of the couch before Alex can stop you. "Let me see." You demand as you move towards his bag.

"No don't." he respond grasping for you but you manage to evade him and get to his pack before he is able to stop you.

You start rummaging around in his bag and get his grade papper out. Alex looks away in shame. "Look Alex it's better if i look at this and then...." You become silent as you read the grade papper. "What the actual fuck?" You gasp in shock and confusion. The words for some reason seem to stab at Alex who looks genuinely sad. You look up from the papper in genuin confusion. "Why didn't you wanna show me this?" You ask him.

"Because i could have done much better." He mumbles.

You look down on the papper again and then back att Alex. "Alex the lovest grade on this is a B. Most of them are A-. Jesus i thought you had failed at least half of them with that reaction." You exclaim in relief.

"I nearly failed some of them." He mumbles in respons.

You walk upp and hugg your stupid, idiot of a man. "After all you have gone trough this is amazing. Alex the only things you got an A in in high school was gym." You kiss him. "Alex this is amazing especially for you." You praise him.

"Do you really think that?" He asks you fetching for more praise. You just kiss your brilliant idiot in respons. He places one hand on your belly "i want to be a good dad that can help provide for his family." He mumbles "And need good grades for that." He continues. "I told you before. I never have had any drive to do anything above passing before us. Now with John on his way i can't really half ass things any more."

You kiss him again. "This is not half arsed Alex. This is both cheeks at maximum arsed. And i am so proud of you."

That makes him smile "Really?" He asks.

You hugg him close and stare straight into his eyes. "I am proud of you my stupid, beautiful, strong, brilliant man." You say before kissing him again.