There was a bitter chill in the winter air on Saturday night as we walked into the steakhouse. Zach pulled me close into the warmth of his body until we got inside, where we immediately stood by the lounging area fireplace until they were ready for us to be seated. I got toasty pretty quickly, so Zach helped me to take my coat off, admiring me in the process. “I really like that blouse, is it new?” “No, I’ve had it for a while, but it’s my first time wearing it.” I smiled at my husband for noticing something new and snuggled in closely to his body again. He smelled amazing. Woodsy with a hint of sweetness, sometimes with a hint of mint. His scent always brought me down to a calmer place. Zach’s large hand rubbed up and down my back slowly, and I felt like I was snuggling into a fluffy pillow. “Mr. and Mrs. Davis? It’s nice to see you again. Right this way.” As we walked toward the table, I could feel Zach’s eyes burning into my backside. It took me a long while to decide on my outfit tonight, but I finally chose a black pencil skirt that landed a few inches above the knee, a fitted black long sleeved peplum blouse and black stiletto ankle booties. The shirt fitted my chest area a little too well, but the ruffles added to my curves, and I felt sexy. I knew I looked it, too. We were seated near a fireplace at a little table in a corner. It was intimate and perfect for our occasion. Zach pulled out my chair and sat down adjacent to me. He unbuttoned his sports coat as he sat down, and a flutter from my belly reached all the way to my throat. He looked so good in his fitted shirt, which expanded over a generous belly that filled his lap. I reached under the table and squeezed the inside of his meaty leg, “You are so handsome and yummy. I like what I see,” I raised my eyebrow in appreciation, “I can’t wait to see....the rest of you tonight.” Zach shifted in his seat, “Well I’m glad you waited to say that until we were sitting down.” This made me laugh, because I’ve been known to say things in public to get Zach riled up. He spoke again, “While we’re on the topic...I’ve gotta say, you are working that skirt, baby.” “I’m glad you like it.” “I do, for many reasons. It leaves nothing to the imagination, I’ll tell you that.” I acted surprised, “Are you saying that my booty looks big in this skirt?” “I’m saying your booty is bi- I’m saying your booty is delicious. That’s what I’m saying.” “Ah, okay.” Zach started off so low that at first I had trouble hearing what he was saying. “I’ve been really tryin’, baby,” “Huh?” “Tryin’ to hold back this feeling, for so long,” I covered my face, “Oh, God...” “And if you feel, like I feel baby, come on OH, come on...” “Stop....” “Let’s get it onnn...” I peaked through my fingers, “Zachary, don’t...” Zach squinted his eyes to hit the high note, “Ahhhhh...baby, lets get it on...” I saw the server coming but decided not to mention anything, and it would have been too late, anyway. “Let’s love, baby...” The server looked at me and then at Zach, who’s back was to the guy. He stood there a little confused before clearing his throat. “Ahem, your dinner, sir...coming in over your left shoulder.” The server startled Zach and he jumped about an inch in his seat, “Oh, uh, that was fast. Thank you.” “Enjoy.” My face broke out into big smile as I looked at Zach, who was glaring at me, and then I lost it with laughter, “That just made my night! You should have seen his face as he stood behind you.” Zach eyes were now gleaming as he spoke, “Well, I’ll do anything to see you smile and laugh like that. You have such a pretty mouth. That was a little weird, did that sound weird?” “Definitely weird, but I love weird.” I took a bite of my steak, which had melted garlic butter and blue cheese on top, and it tasted like perfection. I took another bite and chewed slowly with my eyes closed, “Mmmm, oh my God, this is so good.” “Good, baby, you deserve to have it.” As dinner went on, we talked about Zach’s new job title and how hard he’s been working. We talked about my job and the possibilities for its future. We talked about names for the baby and what gender we think it’ll be. I said a boy, based on how different my body has reacted to this pregnancy, and my cravings. Zach said a girl. He had no reason for it, other than “I just feel it.” I stopped eating my dinner when I felt satiated because I was really looking forward to devouring their dessert, which they were famous for. I ordered the turtle cheesecake with chocolate crust, and by the time I finished the last bite, I was so full that I felt uncomfortable. I sat up straight in my chair and sighed as I stuck my hand under the ruffles of my shirt. I ran a hand over my lower belly, which stuck out generously. I was too full to even try to suck in. “I’m so full.” “I can tell.” “I’m not getting in a bikini tonight.” “Mmm...Oh, yes you are.” Zach quickly paid the bill and practically ran me out of the restaurant to head back to our hotel. When our room’s door slammed behind us, Zach pulled me into his body and kissed me with a hungry passion. He spanked my ass, and I know he was trying to feel it jiggle under his hand, because he made a satisfied noise in my mouth as he kissed me. “Let me help you.” Zach unzipped my shirt and pulled it over my head. I placed a hand over my navel and tried sucking in as much as I could, even though I knew it was futile. My breasts felt swollen behind the blush lace covering them, and I knew once my skirt came off, it would be obvious as to how small my panties looked with the extra little fluff on my body. “God, you are beautiful.” My hand still covered my navel, and I could feel my cheeks getting hot. “Zach, I feel really fat right now. I’m not used to this.” “You are pregnant, love, you are not fat. You look like a goddess right now. I have never seen you look more beautiful.” Tears filled my eyes as I remembered the stupid comment my doctor had said to me. I never told Zach about it because I was still trying to process it all. I went between mad and hurt, and right now, embarrassed. “I’m sorry you feel fat, baby, I know that’s not a normal feeling for you-” “It’s not.” “I know, and I wish you could see how stunning you are through my eyes. Is there anything I can do to help you with this?” I thought about it for a second, and I couldn’t really think of anything I needed, other than support and encouragement through it all. “I just need you, that’s all.” Zach wrapped his long arms around my body and kissed my head, “We don’t have to get in the hot tub if you don’t want to.” “No, I want to. Just don’t look at me like you know I look different that I normally do, okay?” Zach kissed my head again, “Okay, love.” And I turned around to fetch my bikini.