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“Can we sit for a short while?” Kathryn blew a puff of air from her lips. With one of her hands, she located the cushion of the ornate tearoom chair she was standing in front of. Her other hand was cradled under the swell of her stomach and with as much grace as her ever-growing body would allow her, she gently lowered the rest of her body down to sit. “And before you say anything - I am fine,” she added with a pointed finger.
Beverly frowned. “I wasn’t going to say anything,” she defended and placed a hand on her hip as she stood. After a few short seconds, she sighed and joined Kathryn at the table after dragging their chairs as close as they would go together. “Alright, I might have been about to say something but only because I care.”
“I have just been carrying around your daughter all day,” Kathryn explained. “For many months now actually. I think we deserve a short break from the pavement.”
“I care about both my girls,” Beverly smiled, smoothing her palm over the soft fabric of Kathryn’s navy dress where their unborn daughter was currently residing. "A break you will have."
Fortunately, the fashion of this particular holodeck outing was largely pregnancy-friendly. At twenty-five weeks, Kathryn was beginning to have trouble in some of the costumes they would have once adorned on their historical dates. However, the drop waists and flowing fabric of this era had left a comfortable space for her and Beverly’s growing cargo.
And - in Kathryn's humble opinion - had the bonus of leaving them both looking rather fetching. Which was often the case for most of their adventures.
Kathryn picked up the long menu and pretended to glance through the page. “Yes, so very caring. I am learning that doctors can be quite irritating to have as one’s wife,” she quipped, trying to keep her eyes off the shine of Beverly’s plump red lips. Such sights were growing harder to resist these days.
Beverly knocked the paper down between them. “How is the nausea?” she asked.
She sat back a little on her chair and took a deep breath. “Better,” she concluded after a few moments. “It appears to be that you were correct - early-twentieth-century Paris is quite the remedy to lingering second-trimester morning sickness.”
Beverly grinned. “Of course, I was correct. I am one of those irritating doctor wives,” she dropped a hungry peck onto Kathryn’s lips.
“I am not sure the other patrons would agree with this display,” Kathryn whispered with Beverly’s face still closely up against hers. The warmth of her breath against her skin sent tingling throughout her body and she could tell Beverly wanted more. And so did she.
“Hell to them,” Beverly bit down onto her botted lip as her gaze dropped. “And if they say a word - I’ll put them on mute.”
Beverly leaned back in for the kiss; this time far more passionately as they began to make out in the quaint tearoom. She did most of the work, gently holding her body over Kathryn’s, as she led the dance of their lips between them. If there were gasps and shocked whispers that spread around the room, Kathryn would not have heard them with the blood that rushed behind her ears as her pulse rate kicked up.
Kathryn enjoyed the feel of Beverly's against her. The slight pressure she could feel through her protruding stomach as it pressed into Beverly's body sent her deeper into the ecstasy and she began to feverishly suck at her sweet-tasting lips. By this point, she would usually reach into Beverly's long hair and run her fingers through her soft locks before pulling her in even closer. However, this was slightly obstructed this time by the slicked-back style Beverly wore and the presence of their growing baby between them.
A presence that soon began to make itself more known. Their daughter started to send little kicks between them with all the extra activity. Beverly seemed to pause mid-moan, lifting her head a little and Kathryn wondered if she had been able to feel the baby move as well. She decided to test this theory and reached for both of Beverly’s hands.
“Katie,” Beverly giggled, unsure as to why she was being taken captive in this way. “What are you doing with my hands?”
“Shh, the baby,” she uttered through a breathless whisper and positioned both of Beverly’s hands firmly against her belly. “Try it now,” she urged quickly, not wanting the chance to pass them by once again.
Beverly’s eyes lit up. “She is doing it again?”
“Yes, I think you’ll be able to feel it this time,” Kathryn said. “Do you?”
Beverly backed up a little to better focus and they both took in a breath to hold. The seconds passed slowly as they waited. Beverly’s eyes darted back and forth in anticipation from where her hands pressed and to Kathryn’s face before settling on the bump. And Kathryn gave one of her hands a squeeze in encouragement.
Come one…say hello to your momma little one.
Kick. Kick. Kick.
“I do,” Beverly gasped as the pattering continued below the surface. Her hands wandered over Kathryn's rounded stomach lovingly as she chased the movement. “Oh my, I do. I feel her. She is right there!”