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"I feel like if you come over, it will cause more rumors to spread and I don't really want that," I confessed to Pete. As badly as I wanted him to stay with me at my place, the paparazzi didn't understand what was happening, so his appearance at my place at night would get turned into something else.
"I really need to talk to my publicist. There's gotta be some way to fix this." Pete rubbed his forehead and sighed in frustration.
"Just stay here tonight Pete. That way you don't have to go home to Meagan possibly being there," Patrick offered and Pete nodded.
"Yeah, I think I'll do that."
"Then you can figure all this out tomorrow. And I'm sure Mandy is exhausted," Patrick commented while flipping through the channels. Pete glanced at the clock and then looked at me confused.
"It's nearly impossible for me to stay up past 9 pm. Being pregnant is exhausting." I replied and he laughed lightly.
"I forgot about that symptom." He kissed my forehead and sat back, sighing again.
"I should probably go before I get too tired."
"I'll walk you out," Pete stated and we got up and headed towards my car.
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I couldn't sleep for some reason. When I got back from Patrick's, I was exhausted. But it's nearly 11 pm and I'm wide awake. I've just been scrolling through Pinterest on my phone for the past 30 minutes. A message pops up on my phone.
Pete: any paparazzi still there?
Butterflies filled my stomach. He wanted to come over. I got up and peeked outside. I saw 2 or 3 of them left and that was it. If Pete came in through my backyard, there would be no issue.
Mandy: a couple
Pete: i want to come over
Mandy: park down the street and go through my backyard.
Pete: on my way :):):):)
I giggled at his use of emojis.
Mandy: text me when you get here so i can let you in
Pete: got it
I walked into the bathroom and brushed my hair out and looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing some boy-shorts undies and a tank top that barely covered the bottom of my belly. My little baby belly. I gently ran my hand over the curve of my small belly, smiling as I did. I couldn't wait to feel the little one kick.
I grabbed my robe and threw it on and headed towards the kitchen to wait for Pete's text. About 20 minutes later, he texted.
Pete: im here babe
I smiled and walked outside quietly, not wanting to alert the jerks out front. I made it to the gate and unlocked it, waiting for Pete to come through. The gate slowly crept open and he smiled at me before closing it quietly.
"Hey," Pete whispered softly.
"Hey," I replied just as softly. He kissed me tenderly before I led the way into my place.
"Last time I was here, your things were still in boxes," Pete commented.
"Yeah, had some free time to unpack everything," I joked. Of course I had free time. I couldn't work because wherever I went, those jerks outside were.
We walked into my bedroom and I walked around to my side of the bed and sat. Pete walked to the other side of the bed and deposited his keys, phone, wallet, and all the other crap he had in his pockets onto the nightstand. I don't know why, but I felt a little anxious. Especially as I watched Pete undress. Once he was only in his boxer briefs and t-shirt, he climbed onto the bed next to me.
"You tired?" He asked me. I shrugged. I was tired, but he was here, so I didn't want to go to sleep. To be honest, I wanted him to make a move on me. I mean, it's been 16 weeks since we slept together. Just thinking about him touching me got me really turned on.
I felt like Pete read my mind, because he leaned over and kissed me, resting his hand on my hip. I kissed back, scooting a little closer. Pete began to lean into me, helping me to lay on my back. He parted my legs with his knee gently before laying on top of me, propping himself up to prevent from putting all his weight on my belly. Pete gently untied my robe and began pushing it off my shoulders. Excitement jolted through my body and I began to help him undress.
"I love you," Pete whispered between kisses and the removal of clothing.
"I love you, too," I replied and lifted my arms so he could remove my tank top. Pete pushed his boxer briefs down and we were both fully disrobed. Pete gently gripped my hip to steady his positioning before pushing into me slowly. I panted as he pulled out and went back in again. Pete rested his forehead against mine, eyes closed, and rocked in and out of me. His breathing was really shallow and his grip on my hip got tighter. He let out a low moan before kissing me passionately. I wove my fingers into his hair, pulling gently, while my hips met his, thrust for thrust.
Pete pulled away from the kiss completely breathless and rested his forehead on my shoulder and increased his pace. I was so close and I knew he could tell because he began thrusting deeper and deeper, holding me in place by my hips. After a minute I came. I moaned out and Pete kissed me deeply before I felt him tense and he came, slamming into me roughly.
After a few moments, Pete opened his eyes and looked at me with a smile. He kissed me tenderly before laying on his back next to me. The only sound in the room for a couple of minutes was our heavy breathing. I was almost asleep when I felt Pete's warm hand caress my baby bump. I smiled, with my eyes still closed, and placed my hand on top of his.
"This doesn't feel real," Pete stated softly. I knew what he meant. I never thought he and I would be free to be together either.
"I know, but it is," I replied and turned to face him. Pete pressed his soft lips to mine tenderly and pulled me close. I curled up to him, my head resting against his chest and slipped into sleep.
"I feel like if you come over, it will cause more rumors to spread and I don't really want that," I confessed to Pete. As badly as I wanted him to stay with me at my place, the paparazzi didn't understand what was happening, so his appearance at my place at night would get turned into something else.
"I really need to talk to my publicist. There's gotta be some way to fix this." Pete rubbed his forehead and sighed in frustration.
"Just stay here tonight Pete. That way you don't have to go home to Meagan possibly being there," Patrick offered and Pete nodded.
"Yeah, I think I'll do that."
"Then you can figure all this out tomorrow. And I'm sure Mandy is exhausted," Patrick commented while flipping through the channels. Pete glanced at the clock and then looked at me confused.
"It's nearly impossible for me to stay up past 9 pm. Being pregnant is exhausting." I replied and he laughed lightly.
"I forgot about that symptom." He kissed my forehead and sat back, sighing again.
"I should probably go before I get too tired."
"I'll walk you out," Pete stated and we got up and headed towards my car.
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I couldn't sleep for some reason. When I got back from Patrick's, I was exhausted. But it's nearly 11 pm and I'm wide awake. I've just been scrolling through Pinterest on my phone for the past 30 minutes. A message pops up on my phone.
Pete: any paparazzi still there?
Butterflies filled my stomach. He wanted to come over. I got up and peeked outside. I saw 2 or 3 of them left and that was it. If Pete came in through my backyard, there would be no issue.
Mandy: a couple
Pete: i want to come over
Mandy: park down the street and go through my backyard.
Pete: on my way :):):):)
I giggled at his use of emojis.
Mandy: text me when you get here so i can let you in
Pete: got it
I walked into the bathroom and brushed my hair out and looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing some boy-shorts undies and a tank top that barely covered the bottom of my belly. My little baby belly. I gently ran my hand over the curve of my small belly, smiling as I did. I couldn't wait to feel the little one kick.
I grabbed my robe and threw it on and headed towards the kitchen to wait for Pete's text. About 20 minutes later, he texted.
Pete: im here babe
I smiled and walked outside quietly, not wanting to alert the jerks out front. I made it to the gate and unlocked it, waiting for Pete to come through. The gate slowly crept open and he smiled at me before closing it quietly.
"Hey," Pete whispered softly.
"Hey," I replied just as softly. He kissed me tenderly before I led the way into my place.
"Last time I was here, your things were still in boxes," Pete commented.
"Yeah, had some free time to unpack everything," I joked. Of course I had free time. I couldn't work because wherever I went, those jerks outside were.
We walked into my bedroom and I walked around to my side of the bed and sat. Pete walked to the other side of the bed and deposited his keys, phone, wallet, and all the other crap he had in his pockets onto the nightstand. I don't know why, but I felt a little anxious. Especially as I watched Pete undress. Once he was only in his boxer briefs and t-shirt, he climbed onto the bed next to me.
"You tired?" He asked me. I shrugged. I was tired, but he was here, so I didn't want to go to sleep. To be honest, I wanted him to make a move on me. I mean, it's been 16 weeks since we slept together. Just thinking about him touching me got me really turned on.
I felt like Pete read my mind, because he leaned over and kissed me, resting his hand on my hip. I kissed back, scooting a little closer. Pete began to lean into me, helping me to lay on my back. He parted my legs with his knee gently before laying on top of me, propping himself up to prevent from putting all his weight on my belly. Pete gently untied my robe and began pushing it off my shoulders. Excitement jolted through my body and I began to help him undress.
"I love you," Pete whispered between kisses and the removal of clothing.
"I love you, too," I replied and lifted my arms so he could remove my tank top. Pete pushed his boxer briefs down and we were both fully disrobed. Pete gently gripped my hip to steady his positioning before pushing into me slowly. I panted as he pulled out and went back in again. Pete rested his forehead against mine, eyes closed, and rocked in and out of me. His breathing was really shallow and his grip on my hip got tighter. He let out a low moan before kissing me passionately. I wove my fingers into his hair, pulling gently, while my hips met his, thrust for thrust.
Pete pulled away from the kiss completely breathless and rested his forehead on my shoulder and increased his pace. I was so close and I knew he could tell because he began thrusting deeper and deeper, holding me in place by my hips. After a minute I came. I moaned out and Pete kissed me deeply before I felt him tense and he came, slamming into me roughly.
After a few moments, Pete opened his eyes and looked at me with a smile. He kissed me tenderly before laying on his back next to me. The only sound in the room for a couple of minutes was our heavy breathing. I was almost asleep when I felt Pete's warm hand caress my baby bump. I smiled, with my eyes still closed, and placed my hand on top of his.
"This doesn't feel real," Pete stated softly. I knew what he meant. I never thought he and I would be free to be together either.
"I know, but it is," I replied and turned to face him. Pete pressed his soft lips to mine tenderly and pulled me close. I curled up to him, my head resting against his chest and slipped into sleep.
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