Sleep

I don’t remember falling asleep.

One minute I was still inside her, slow and lazy, her massive belly pressed against my stomach while we kissed like we had all the time in the world. The next, I was waking up to pale morning light filtering through the curtains and the warm, heavy weight of Lisa’s pregnant body curled against mine.

She was on her side, back to my chest, my arm draped over her. My hand rested on the huge, taut curve of her belly. Even in sleep she’d kept it there, like she wanted me touching the proof of what we’d done. Her breathing was deep and even. My cock was half-hard against the soft curve of her ass, still sticky from the night before.

For a long moment I just lay there, breathing her in. The faint scent of sex and her perfume and something sweeter—milk, maybe, or just her. The events of the night came back in flashes. The phone call. The way she’d clenched around me while talking to her husband. The way she’d looked at me afterward and said I could be the last one to have her like this.

I’d believed her.

Now, in the cold light of morning, I still did.

Lisa stirred. A soft sound escaped her—half sigh, half wince. Her hand moved to her belly, pressing just below mine.

“Ryan?” Her voice was rough with sleep.

“Yeah.”

She was quiet for a second, then let out a slow breath. “Contractions started a little while ago. Not close yet, but… it’s time. I need to get to the hospital.”

The words hit like cold water, but not in the way I expected. There was no panic. Just a strange, heavy awareness that this—this version of her—was ending.

I sat up carefully. “I’ll help. Drive you, or—”

She shook her head, already pushing herself upright with that familiar effort, one hand cradling the underside of her enormous belly. Even now, in the early stages of labor, it looked obscene. Full. Ready. The black dress from last night was bunched around her hips; she hadn’t bothered putting it back on properly.

“You should go,” she said gently. Not cold. Just practical. “My husband’s going to show up soon. It’ll be easier if you’re not here.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but she reached over and touched my face.

“I had an amazing night, Ryan. The best I’ve had in… god, years. But this part is mine to handle.” She gave me a small, tired smile. “You already gave me what I needed.”

She swung her legs off the bed with effort, belly resting heavily on her thighs. For a second she just sat there, breathing through another contraction, eyes closed. When it passed she looked at me again.

“But I meant what I said last night.”

She picked up her phone from the nightstand, unlocked it, and held it out to me.

“Put your number in. Please.”

I took it. Typed my number in under “Ryan (the one who stayed).”

When I handed it back she saved it, then looked at me with something between satisfaction and quiet hunger.

“In a few months,” she said softly, “when I’m healed up and ready… I’m going to call you. Because I want another one.”

The words landed like a punch to the chest and a stroke to my cock at the same time.

She saw the reaction on my face and smiled, small and knowing.

“I want to feel like this again. Big. Full. ****. And I want it to be you who puts it in me next time.” Her hand rubbed slow circles over the side of her belly. “He doesn’t get that privilege anymore. You do. If you want it.”

I couldn’t speak. My throat was tight. My cock was fully hard again under the sheet.

Lisa leaned in and kissed me—slow, deep, final. Her huge belly pressed into my side one last time.

“Go home, Ryan. Get some sleep. Think about what you want.” She pulled back, eyes dark. “I’ll be calling. Don’t make me wait too long.”

I got dressed in silence. She walked me to the door, waddling slightly now, one hand on her lower back. At the threshold she kissed me again, quicker this time, then gave my chest a gentle push.

“Go.”

I went.

On the way down the stairs and out into the cool morning air, I pulled out my phone and called Sue before I could talk myself out of it.

She answered on the second ring, voice bright and way too awake for this hour.

“Well? How was the date with the pregnant nympho? Did she eat you alive or what?”

I stopped walking. Leaned against the brick wall of the building and let out a shaky breath.

“Sue,” I said. “We need to talk.”