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You laid on your shared California king sized bed stripped away of all the blankets and wearing nothing but a t-shirt and sleep shorts, despite the cold Winter temperature outside. You were experiencing a series of hot flashes, just one of the few side effects your body was undergoing due to your pregnancy. Not that Polnareff seemed to mind, though. You always joke with him about how his body is large and warm enough to furnace a small country, so the slight temperature change in the house was nothing to him. He never minded any of your symptoms, whether it be hot flashes, nausea, sleep loss, you name it. In fact, he was by your side every step of the way.
“Why would I mind?” he would always say after you asked him if he minded holding your hair while you tossed last night’s dinner into the toilet, or if he minded holding you and soothing you while you struggled to sleep. “You’re my wife and the mother of my child, I’d run to the ends of the earth if you asked me to. You know that, right?” he would say with a chuckle and a kiss to your forehead. Of course you knew that. You were his whole world and he was yours.
Polnareff entered the room and couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him. You were flat on your back with one hand on your tummy watching some mindless reality T.V. show that you happened to find via channel surfing. He made his way over to you and grabbed your free hand.
“How are you feeling today?” he asked out of concern, yet with an optimistic infliction. He knew your pregnancy hasn’t been an easy one, and he wanted to do anything and everything in his willpower to make it easier for you.
“Good. Hot.” You said as you wiped an imaginary bead of sweat off your brow. “A little tired, but mostly good.”
Your husband hummed in satisfaction as he swiped his thumb over the back of your hand. “I’m going into town to run some errands. Is there anything I could get you?”
You pondered for a moment, thinking about what exactly you were in the mood for. “Mint chocolate chip ice cream. And pickles.” You said proudly. “And root beer. The good kind that I like, not the store brand.” You flashed him your toothiest smile and batted your eyelashes. “If you don’t mind.”
Polnareff let out a breathy chuckle at your choice of snacks for the evening. “My, what a particular appetite you have tonight!” He gave a kiss to the back of your hand, and then put his own hand on your extended belly. “Of course I don’t mind. What kind of man would I be to deny my wife?” He declared in a boisterous tone that would be obnoxious if it weren’t coming from him.
“Oh, I’m not the one that wants the snacks.” You say, poking your belly. “It’s her.”
“Oooh, I see.” Polnareff said with a smile, lowering his head down to your belly where your daughter was safely developing. “Little Miss here already has quite the appetite, huh?” He said with a hearty laugh. He raised your shirt just enough so your belly was exposed to him and he placed a chaste kiss onto it. “Don’t worry. Once Daddy meets you, he’s gonna spoil you rotten even more. You can bet on that.”
“Something tells me you’re gonna be wrapped around her little finger.” You said with a bright smile.
“Oh, you know it.” Polnaredd replied, giving one last kiss to your belly. “I already am.” He reaches up to your face to leave a soft kiss on your lips, smooching your loud for extra goofy emphasis. His breath always tastes like peppermint. “Yours, too.”
He searched the closet for his coat and boots, along with his scarf and hat. “I’ll be back soon. Tell Little Miss her meal is on its way!” He said before departing.
Polnareff arrived back home about an hour later, with groceries in tow. He took your items out of the bag, along with some other of your favorite candies and snacks he had bought just for you. As he made his way into the bedroom, he noticed the lights were out and there was no sound emitting from the television. He peeked his head into the room to see you were completely knocked out. Curled up in a ball, with your hair haloing above your head on the pillow, making you look more angelic than you already are. Your husband couldn’t help but stare at the sight before him. Seeing you at your most innocent, natural state made a sense of lust and warmth flurry in his chest, along with a sense of protectiveness. He knew you had problems sleeping lately, so he was glad to see you get some well-deserved shut-eye. He made his way back into the kitchen to unload the rest of the groceries, putting yours aside for later. He grabbed your favorite blanket from the living room (thin enough so you’re not sweating, but also warm enough to keep you cozy) and tucked you in quietly. With one hand cupping your cheek, he leaned down to give a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Sweet dreams, my love.” He whispered as he snuck out of the bedroom.