Thrive

It’s Alex’s birthday and just like he wasn’t here for my birthday this year, he’s not here for his own; birthdays are the worst when it comes to touring.

“Happy Birthday, Alex.” I said via FaceTime during my break.

“Thanks Abby.”

“How’s it feel to be thirty? What do I have to expect next year?”

“Not much different from being twenty nine.”

“That means you’re still adorkable and hot as hell?”

I couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth; I covered my mouth as he laughed.

“You don't have to answer that. I know you are and always will be. Hell, I'm looking at ya right now."

"And you'll be just as beautiful and sexy ten months from now."

I blushed.

"Thought I was supposed to flatter you today." I said laughing.

"I'd apologize, but I don't really want to."

"You don't have to."

I was grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Enough about me. How are you? Scarlett?"

Enough about him on his birthday. He really is a dork, isn't he?

“I’m really tired today. Fatigue really sets in again during the third trimester, but I’m good other than that. Scarlett’s very active today, so she’s really good.”

“Good to hear aside from the fatigue. I can’t believe you’re still working.”

I mentally rolled my eyes. Can’t we just have a completely happy and positive phone call?

“I have what? Ten weeks to go? I’ll be fine.”

“But, working when you’re this fucking tired? Come on, Abby! And you’re on your feet all goddamn day.”

Last time I checked, I was the pregnant one.

“I know my body better than you do.”

“I’ve seen the toll it’s taken on you and it’s not great.”

The man had a point, but I didn’t want to admit it. No one likes to admit when they’re wrong, especially women. I looked at my belly and rubbed it.

What do you think, Scarlett? Should Mommy stop working?

“Are you gonna talk to me?” he asked.

“I’ll talk to you later. Love ya. Bye.”

I hung up and worked on finishing my lunch. I had ten minutes to do so and I walked back into the kitchen with two minutes to spare. An hour later, I realized that I needed to talk to the manager; maybe it is time for me to stop working until sometime after Scarlett is born. You know, my bump’s starting to get in the way and I’m a little clumsy and you just can’t have that as a sous chef. Thirty weeks is the earliest you can go on maternity leave, after all.

“Mr. Martin. May I have a word?” I said stepping into his office.

“Of course. Please sit down. Is everything okay?”

“That’s what I wanna talk about. I was thinking about going on maternity leave soon, like in less than a week.”

“Well, I have noticed you’ve been having struggles lately. If you think that’s what's best, I support you one hundred percent.”

“So has my husband and he’s urging me to.”

“And if you’d like to start today, that’s fine with me.”

“Are you sure? I’m in the middle of my shift.”

“Abby, yes. I can see how much this is affecting you.”

After maybe thirty seconds of speaking, I walked out, grabbed my purse and headed out the door.

Leaving work. Talk to you soon.

I texted Alex really quick before I got into my car. I started my car a minute later which was also when he texted me back.

I’m so relieved. Talk to you when you get home?

Of course. Love ya!

Love ya, too.

I got home in record time as I was eager to speak to Alex. Once I got there, I let the dogs out then back in before getting something to drink. I walked up the steps and into our bedroom; when I was propped up and comfortable, I FaceTimed him.

“Hey Abby.”

“Hey.” I said smiling.

“Glad you listened to me.”

I shook my head.

“It wasn’t just you. An hour after my break, I realized that my bump was getting in the way and I was being clumsy. I spoke to my boss and we had a discussion about me going on maternity leave early. He agreed with me and he’s one hundred percent on my side.”

“He let you start today, then.”

“Yeah. He said I could start today if I wanted to.”

“Well, this is a load off my chest. I worry about you every single day.”

“This doesn’t mean I’m gonna be one hundred percent off my feet. You know that, right?”

“I do. That can’t be avoided.”

“I need to move somewhat.”

“It’s better than you being on your feet for nine hours a day.”

I nodded and looked down at my bump to see Baz and Peyton lying against it causing my heart to melt.

"What?" Alex asked, noticing the look on my face.

Instead of answering, I positioned the phone so he could see them.

"Clearly you guys love Scarlett already."

"They've done this before. It's incredibly heartwarming and sweet."

I moved the phone so I could see his gorgeous face again. I was smiling like crazy.

"I fucking love seeing you this happy."

I bit my lip in an attempt to not look like I was too happy.

“And you’re so fucking cute right now.”

He’s killing me and I want him so badly right now. Guess it’s time for my vibrator.

“Please stop.” I said in a not-so-serious voice.

“Are you sure? Oh wait... are you ‘uncomfortable’ right now?” he said using quotation marks around the word uncomfortable.

Why does he have to be so damn observant?

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“It’s not good being on the receiving end. Is it? Like how you made me feel on your birthday?”

“This time it’s not... well, I can always say one word and it’ll change all that."

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Vi-“

“Abby.”

“Ok. Love you.” I said, trying to look innocent.

“I love you, too, weirdo.”

“Well, I’m gonna let you go. I’m in desperate need of a nap.”

“Is your lower-“

“I’ll be fine. Talk to you later.”

“You too.”

I moved and searched for my vibrator once I hung up. The dogs jumped off the bed in the process. I pulled off my pants and panties and kicked them off, quickly getting to work.

Alex is due to come home tomorrow after being on tour for two months and to say I miss his touch would be an understatement. Despite the fact that I’m gonna see him tomorrow, I feel the need to get my vibrator out because I’m going crazy down there; I bought it shortly after he left for tour and I can’t wait to use it again. I laid down on my bed, removed my pants and panties, stuck it in and turned it on.

“Fuck.” I said just seconds later.

This really does wonders. Doesn’t it?

“Yes. That’s the spot.” I moaned and threw my head back.

I then heard my bedroom door open. Oh my God. He’s home early.

“Having fun without me. Are we?”

I blushed as he crawled onto the bed and toward me, turning it off and taking it out of me. He leaned down and kissed me, pulling me toward him while I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I missed you.” I said, reluctantly detaching my lips from his.

“I missed you, too.” he said, looking at me lustfully.

I could feel myself grow wetter. I felt his hands travel down my back and flirt with the bottom of my shirt.

“Come on...”

“What was that?”

“You heard me.”

“You’re one to make demands. Pleasuring yourself without me?”

“I couldn’t handle it until tomorrow.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

He stopped and pulled away from me. He removed his shirt, but when I went to unbutton his pants, he stopped me.

“I can take care of this.”

I made a sound of protest and fell back onto the bed; I continued to throb as he took off his pants. I didn’t dare make another move or say a thing at least until he came back to my level.

“Get on your knees.” he commanded.

I did.

“I’ll take this off now.”

I stared up at him while he did so.

“Turn around.”

He kissed my neck while he unclasped my bra and removed it then he rubbed my breasts causing me to moan.

“Alex.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder as his hands traveled down my body.

“Fuck me.”

“Now, what did I tell you about making demands?” he said in a husky voice.

Damnit. I should just stick to moaning. He began rubbing me and I almost lost it.

“Oh my God.”

A hand traveled back up to my right breast while the other traveled and he simultaneously rubbed my pussy.

“I’m gonna cum.”

And just as I said that, he stopped and backed away from me. I turned around and just looked at him.

“Why’d you stop?”

He pushed me down onto my back and attached his lips to my neck, taking a bite before going down and laying kisses all along my body. I ran my hands through his hair as he traveled down to my pussy where I felt his mouth and tongue.

“Fuck.”

Not even a minute later, I tugged on his hair as I felt my orgasm coming.

“Alex.” I moaned rather loudly.

I could feel him smirk and with one more flick, I was there.

“Can I make a command now?”

I was wanting his lips on mine.

“I think you’ve been punished enough.”

“Kiss me.”

When I felt his lips back where they belonged, I was quick to add tongue and ultimately battle his; I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungry for him.

“I need you inside me.” I said after a couple minutes.

He separated from me and slipped off his briefs where I then felt his erection on my thigh. He didn’t hesitate as he just shoved himself inside me.

“I love you.” I moaned, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as possible.

I really did miss him.

“I love you, too.”

Whereas he looked at me lustfully earlier, while we were having sex, all I could see in his eyes was love, pure love and I sensed he could see the same in mine.

That was the one and only time, he has caught me masturbating, but quite honestly, I wished it would’ve been more than that. There won’t be any time to get caught again which really does suck. Before I went to bed, I sent him a picture in my lingerie with me blowing a kiss as a last minute birthday present with a caption.

Someone in California loves you. Happy Birthday!

I woke an hour later to a text from Alex.

You just get hotter by the day! I love you and thanks for the present!

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