Dude had to admit… he was a little more excited about this than he had any right to be.  The closer that due date got, the more the idea grew on him.  They’d come a long way since the day that he’d found the Mistress holed up in the bathroom, hugging the porcelain and clutching her middle, trying to claim it was just food poisoning.  Food poisoning, his ass.  Several months later, not a single soul could assume anything but the truth— he’d knocked her ass up.

It took her a while to show.  Those soft edges of hers managed to help her keep her secret a secret, but when that fifth month hit?  She went from Mistress to MILF overnight.  Wider hips, bigger breasts, and a cute bump that he couldn’t resist touching were now fixtures on her frame.  As the due date inched closer, her form grew more swollen, radiant, and irresistible.  He didn’t think he was one to fall for all that biological bullshit, but damn, if he wasn’t addicted to seeing her in this state. 

“Look at that,” Dude said, feeling the firm curve of her bump beneath his palms as she tried to brush her teeth.  He admired her reflection, marveling in how much his kid had grown inside of her.  It blew his fucking mind that a destructive psychopath like him actually created something that wasn’t a nuclear fallout.  “Jesus.  That little Dude’s getting big.”

She rolled her eyes in the mirror before spitting into the sink.  She could play all she wanted, he could see that blush and slight smile as she rinsed her mouth.  She wasn’t nearly as grumpy about this turn of events as she let on.  They both knew she reveled in the attention from both him and every single person who saw her these days.  She knew she looked like a goddess and flaunted it, quick to trade in her typical attire for some maternity clothes that were the furthest thing from frumpy one could find.  Every shirt was low-cut to draw attention on her deepening cleavage.  The stretchy pants she’d opted for were form-fitting in all the right ways.  The fact that it was his son that brought out this side of her filled his chest with pride.

“You gonna let me go so I can finish getting ready?” she asked.

“Nah, don’t think so,” he said, tightening his arms around her.  “Sure you don’t want to take a night off from selling condoms to people who can tell a mile away you don’t practice what you preach?  Kick back, relax, let me rub those feet of yours?  Got some rocky road with your name on it.”

“Cute, but no.  Someone’s gotta bring home the bacon while you—” She spun around to tap his nose.  “— finish painting that damn spare bedroom and building the crib.  Wouldn’t want to distract you.”

Dude gripped her wrist before she could pull her hand back down.  He peered over the frames of his shades.  Fire burned in his gaze as he knit his fingers between hers.

“Distract me?  Hell, I’d be more motivated if you supervised me.  Isn’t that all you’d be doing at the store anyway?  Sitting there looking pretty, bossing others around…”  His already alluring voice was nothing more than a low rumble as his free hand smoothed across her side.  “No one would blame a woman in her third trimester for taking one night off.  And if they did?  Give me names.  I’ll deal with ‘em personally.”

“Down, boy…”

She lowered their hands, but not her eyes.  No, her contact burned just as bright as his.  A smile began to split her face, and he could tell he was getting to her.

“If I stay… No funny business, alright?  No screwing around.  That nursey gets finished tonight.”

“Cross my heart,” he said without even trying to suppress his wolfish grin.  He knew he won.  There wasn’t much of the room left to paint and that crib Uncle Dave dropped off was like five pieces and some screws.  He’d be done in no time and reap the rewards of her grateful and hormonal state.  “Wouldn’t want the kid to have to sleep under us, after all.”

This earned a laugh from her.  She shook her head and dropped his hand.  “Fine.  Let me call and see if one of the girls wants the hours.”

When she turned around to find her phone, he gave her ass a firm smack on the way out the bathroom door.  She stopped in the doorframe to look over her shoulder back at him briefly before going on her merry way.  That look in her eyes gave him the feeling that she wasn’t as serious about that nursery getting finished tonight as she let on.