Lucy & Jaimeson
At almost twenty-eight weeks pregnant with twins, Lucy felt massive. The third trimester was quickly approaching, which meant the countdown to her daughters' births was speeding up. Or at least it felt that way. Then again, she'd been so busy lately with the property and Kenzie, still one of her only social media clients, that she wasn't doing a great job at keeping track of the pregnancy. Her expanding middle never let her forget, of course, but she wasn't keeping up with her own social media updates about it. At least her baby shower wouldn't be for a few more weeks, which would give her a little more time to wrap her mind around it all.
Her life hadn't been all work and pregnancy lately, though. Things with Jaimeson were going so much better than she'd ever dared to hope, which naturally just made her wonder when things would implode. She was enjoying the life they were building together. She especially enjoyed the ways she and Jaimeson managed to keep things interesting between them. When he'd first brought up wanting to be the wingman for his friend Casper, a friend that seemed to appear out of nowhere, she had that kneejerk annoyance that he wanted to go out bar hopping or clubbing when neither of those were particularly comfortable excursions for her. Naturally, she'd quipped that it was totally fine for him to do that as long as he didn't mind her showing up and making a scene.
One thing led to another, and a few nights later, they played out the little scene they'd concocted, leading to some of the hottest sex they'd had in months. And so, when Casper had invited Jaimeson out tonight, they'd both been on the eager side to see if they could recreate that passion. He'd gone out ahead of her and had kept her appraised of where they were. After an hour or so, when the guys seemed to have found the bar they would spend a significant portion of the evening in, Lucy headed out.
She'd chosen a dress that truly accentuated her protruding belly, though she slid her feet into a pair of flats and left her hair a bit on the bedraggled side, her face clear of makeup. Walking into the bar, she put a hand on her hip, resisting the urge to cup her belly where one of the girls was pushing her little foot out. Looking around, she spotted Jaimeson standing next to a nearly full table with a drink in his hand while he talked to a woman gorgeous enough that if she were a more insecure woman, Lucy would be pissed. In this case, though, she was just pretending to be pissed.
"Really, Jaimeson! Is this how you're going to spend your Saturday nights even after the twins are born?!" she asked, raising her voice to be heard over the music and conversation.