Anger

The next morning was ice cold, not by temperature but Madelines mood. She woke earlier than him but clearly didn’t bother with waking him as she went around the kitchen loudly looking for her breakfast. Now with a tummy the size of late second trimester stretching her tightly fitting T-shirt.

Eventually Fredric woke to her commotion and joined her in the kitchen.

“Good morning.” he said smiling, but all he got was a silent glare. As she ate away at the sandwich she made. “I see you are feeling different today, at least you are not sad, that is good” he tried to break the ice, but it was clear that he needed an entire fleet of ice breakers to get through. She just sat there staring at him while finishing up.

She rose, put her dishes away and was about to leave Fredric to head back to the bedroom, but as he rose when she passed she halted. Fredric was thinking of ways to make her mood swings easier as he went to get the coffee he forgot as Madeline grabbed him and turned him around in a surprise kiss.

The kiss was aggressive, as she held him against her. Fredric got turned around by the sudden twirl as his thought was elsewhere. It was not until she lifted him up to not have to kiss him while bent down that he started to fight, her hard restraining hug that kept his arms along his body that made it strained to breathe. He started to move in her embrace by twisting his legs around in the air, pushing the best he could with his hands against her waist. As he managed to twist his head free of the kiss she let him go, carelessly dropping him to the ground. She looked down at him, seething through her teeth as she went to her previous destination. Leaving Fredric out of breath.

He tried to be understanding, she did at least let him go, thinking that this was not her.

The day went on and she apparently had another craving, but she did not clue him in as the door rang. She was prepared and came out from the bedroom before Fredric had the chance and took the food retreating back to the bedroom loudly closing the door behind her with a foot.

As the evening came and not a word from Madeline who only left for the toilet every now and then. Fredric thought it was time to talk, even if she didn’t speak she could listen to him.

As he entered the bedroom he saw her sitting on the bed in only the T-shirt that was now strained up by her belly and nipples that out poked out. She sat there masturbating, she did not stop by his intrusion. She simply squinted into his eyes as her moaning started to build up.

Fredric was taken back by it, but decided he would speak, leaving her alone with her hormones did nothing good it seemed.

“Look, I, I understand what you are going through. I think... I read up on it and you must be getting it all at once right now. But I know what you wanted before and I’m not gonna let a swingy mood ruin your chance to have some time to experience what you wanted. Just know, no matter what, I still like you.” He said, having thought of how he should say it the entire day, but he could not look her in the eyes as she was shamelessly masturbating with her angry glare. So he took his leave and closed the door behind him as he heard heard her pace up the moaning when one of her free hands started to massage a breast.