RP LOG with doesntwaltz | Miscalculations?
It was one of those days Rob just really didn't want to get out of bed. Not so much a bad day, but just a day he didn't really want to face anyone but his wife. He had them occasionally, where he was content to stick out the daylight hours in an oblivious coocoon just with Leila. They were still stopped at Mike's family home, and probably would be until he got back on his feet a little easier. Now that he was taking the prescribed medication, he seemed to be coping a bit better. But the post-deployment funk had set in a little, and it did have Rob wondering how Leila would feel if he suggested Mike, and maybe even Charlie too, tag along on their road trip. They could get a car and just convoy their way through the rest of the trip. It could be a lot of fun, and maybe what the doctors ordered.
Rob, however, had other things to think about that morning. He was maybe in just a small sulk that Leila still wasn't pregnant yet. No symptoms at all and he was starting to wonder if he was maybe not aiming right or something. Did you have to aim to hit the jackpot. He was still in bed under the mound of covers, the top of his head, one eye, and his nose the only thing visible from under them where he lay on his stomach. He watched Leila by the dresser digging around for something in her bag, perving on her bare butt but actually feeling just a tiny bit too tired for a fuck after going four rounds the night before. "Is it possible to out-fuck yourself?" he asked, the question muffled against the pillow. "I don't even have morning wood. I think something's wrong."
Leila turned to smirk at him over her shoulder, wearing her glasses despite the fact she was still naked. She always kept them by the bed in case she needed to actually focus on something, and right now she was glad of it. At least she could find her glasses even if she couldn't find a pair of pants that would apparently fit. She'd never once had a problem pulling on her jeans, but this morning when she went to get dressed to grab some breakfast to bring back to Rob, she just couldn't get the fucking things on. "Out-fuck yourself? Baby, you've been out-fucking yourself since I met you. Just when I think the sex can't get any better - it does. Except for that one time when we tried that whole rolling in the sand with the waves crashing over us. Fuck that for a joke. I still had sand in my crack two days after, and I think I snorted a litre of sea water." She huffed out a frustrated breath as she tossed the bag on the floor in disgust and pressed her lips together as she faced Rob. "Maybe you're just tired, Little Rock. Or maybe it's a side effect? Do I look fat to you?"
"A side effect of what? I ain't started any new meds, and I ain't been pinching Mikey's either." Rob pushed the covers away from his face and rose up on an elbow with a snort. "What? Fat? Are you serious? Did you just ask me if you look fat? No you don't look-" But he paused, pulling his lips to the side a little. "We have been eating an awful lot of burgers," he pointed out with a shrug. "But that doesn't mean I think you look fat, otherwise I'd be looking fat too. Why the hell do you think that? Why are you all... thingy? I dunno. Huffy." He reached under the blankets and gave himself a lethargic scratch as he yawned widely.
Leila turned to the side as she looked at him, rubbing her hand over her stomach as she tried to work out if it was bigger, or not. "I don't know, maybe it's a delayed reaction from the meds you are taking? Or maybe you really are just exhausted. And yes, I just asked if I looked fat. I can't fit into my jeans. My jeans, Rob!" She walked over to the bed, and reached for his free hand as she held it flat against her stomach. Rob's fingers almost spanned the width of her abdomen, so really it was ludicrous for her to think she was getting fat. "I don't even get this bloated when it's my period. I don't feel fat, but something must have fucking changed."
Rob just blinked, watching his hand on her belly. He was clueless to women's thingies. He was sympathetic and caring at the right times usually, so he wasn't a complete bloke all the time. He was capable of being sensitive, and it had never been an issue with Leila. They just did their thing and he hoped he didn't rub her up the wrong way when she had PMS and find himself with a camera up his ass sideways. He made a small 'I dunno' sound and shrugged, but then after a moment, his features changed and he brushed his fingers back and forth across her flat stomach. "Awww," he murmured with a wistful smile and then sighed.
Leila was still frowning but as she watched Rob stroke her belly she couldn't help but get a smile of her own and stick her stomach out a little as she thought about what it would be like to be pregnant. She really did just want to be pregnant. She was finding herself more and more desperate to just wake up and suddenly want to puke her guts up, or to be late with her period. But it never happened. She ran her fingers through his hair before she bent forward to kiss his temple. "I know, sweetheart."
Rob squeezed his hands around her waist and the rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she had no choice but to follow and sit straddled over him. In the new position, he started to gently feel around her waist and her belly to understand what she was on about and then he hummed in thought. "It feels a little different," he admitted her and then brushed his thumbs up past her hips. "Only here, it feels not as boney," he told her with a cheeky grin.
"Mm..." Leila couldn't help but enjoy the feel of straddling him again, and purposefully wriggled and rubbed against him as she got comfortable. She still had her fingers in his hair, rubbing the tips against his scalp as she looked down at his hands on her body. "Not as boney? Maybe because your morning wood isn't inches deep inside me for a change," she said as she grinned back. Leila tilted her head in thought and then her hands went to her breasts as she felt them. Her forehead creased with a frown. "I think... my boobs are bigger. And they kinda feel sore." Considering the fact that she and Rob spent most of the time fucking, or in the car she'd barely bothered with a bra the whole road trip but now she had her breasts held firmly in her hands she really was starting to wonder about them.
"Is it that time of the month?" Rob asked her, raising his eyebrows as he looked up at her. Now he was purposefully staying well away from her boobs. "Actually, come to think of it, I've totally lost track. When was your last time of the month? Feels like ages now. All this fucking is frying my brain cells. Back home, I used to know what you had that lil pink dot thing on the calendar that it was going to be hands off for a week. We ain't got that calendar out here." His hands went from her hips around to her ass, and he squeezed it, pulling her against him. No morning wood didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the fact she was sitting in his lap naked. Something was definitely stirring.
Leila started to shake her head before she stilled and just stared at Rob as she tried to do the maths in her head. She pictured the calendar and started to count days. Her period had been light for a while now, but she'd just assumed it was because most of the stress had been taken away now she had Rob back safe and sound. She ran the palm of her other hand down his chest, and moaned softly as he squeezed her arse. "I don't know," she admitted. "I was thinking that maybe it was, but I can't actually remember what state we were last in when I had my period. It had to have been before Maine."
Rob stilled, looking up at her with wide eyes. "You don't think..." But he shook his head. "Nah. Even I know you wouldn't be showing this soon." He rested his head back against the pillow, hating how much even for a couple of seconds his gut had leapt up into his throat in excitement of the prospect. He didn't know what was wrong with his cock, but he did know Leila had absolutely no pregnancy symptoms and it felt like they had been trying for ages now.
Leila ran her tongue over her lips as she kept looking at Rob, her eyes searching over his face as the cogs turned in her mind. She had both hands running over his torso now, enjoying the feel of his body under her touch as the arousal started building inside her. She'd always been attracted to Rob, always been more than reactive to him, but she couldn't remember ever being horny this much before. The babymaking had just seemed to have flicked a switch inside her and she wanted him all the time. She rocked her hips in a steady rhythm as she stayed sitting on top of him. "Unless it happened earlier..." she murmured, finally voicing where her thoughts had been going.
"What? No. We only stopped with the pill and condoms a few weeks ago. And wouldn't you know? I thought there was supposed to be all throwing up and mood swings and, I dunno, bloating?" Rob offered cluelessly. He looked up at her sheepishly. "I Googled and just found all these blogs with girls complaining about spewing, flatulence and constipation. Not that I'm saying you don't have any of that! Maybe you do, it's not something you would announce, is it? You haven't been feeling sick, have you?"
Leila shook her head. "No, not really. Maybe a bit of extra wind compared to normal, but nothing gross or embarrassing. I just figured it was the hamburgers. Sometimes you get the rare pregnancy where the woman escapes relatively scot free. I Googled too. I'm just trying to think if there's a time I forgot my pill, but the only one springing to mind is New Year's, but was months ago. It's such a drunken hangover blur that I really can't be sure if I took it, or not. I don't even know if we used condoms in our attempt to fuck the pain away. You took a few days to calm down and I remember the healing sex. I just... I can't remember that far back. Not when it comes to taking my pill."
Rob shook his head too, though slowly as he was frowning a little, trying to wrap his head around it. "We didn't. Use condoms, I mean. It was probably three days where I hardly left the bedroom, we just didn't use them. It actually didn't even cross my mind, but I guess it was already clogged with other shit. I just needed to get close to you. You really think you missed a pill? All the way back then? Five months?" He looked over her body and her stomach, wondering if it was possible for a five month baby to be in there somewhere and then he looked up at her again. "And what about that morning in Michigan when we were starting to head to Little Rock? You were sick, we had to stop. It was before we decided to stop with the condoms."
Leila slowly nodded as she listened, agreeing with everything he said. "I hadn't even eaten anything strange, and I never get motion sickness. It was just... sudden. I thought my insides were going to crawl out my throat. Shit..." She was staring at him now, her eyes wide behind the glasses. "Five months, Rob! Five fucking months... I could be pregnant. I'm not fat! I'm... fuck. Shit. No! It can't be... But then how do you... And there wasn't--Oh my god."
"Wait, wait. Don't go freaking out on me. We can't be sure! It's just speculation. I mean, look at you. There's nothing of you! How is a baby that's five months along even fit in there? If you're five months, that means we'd only have, like, sixteen weeks before you give birth and that's just... that can't be right! No way can it be right. You were just feeling rough that day, it was probably a bug. It's only been once. It's only been once, right? Right?! And it ain't like you've been gassing me out in bed or getting sore feet or anything!" Rob had managed to sit up a little underneath her and was now waiting for her to confirm everything. No way were they having a baby in sixteen weeks.
Leila was could only stare before she looked down at her stomach again as if she would suddenly have x-ray vision and could tell if she was pregnant. "I don't know," she finally whispered. "I just don't know. Maybe we should at least get a test? I pee on the stick, and everything's cool. It'll be like a practice run for the real deal. Or it might actually be the real deal and we're about to have the biggest fucking surprise ever."
"Maybe you just need the bathroom? Maybe that's why the jeans don't fit?" Rob asked, his voice a little higher than it normally was as some strange emotion had started flipping over in his gut. "Maybe it's Mrs Austin's cooking? It's really awesome cooking. She thinks we all need to put on weight, maybe she's just been spiking the cookies with lard or something? Maybe I should check my jeans? They might not fit either. Because five months is just..." He started to laugh, shaking his head.
"I know," Leila replied as she started to laugh herself. It really was ludicrous. She couldn't be pregnant. There was just no way. "Fat cookies. No wonder they taste so delicious." She leaned forward to kiss Rob softly. "I don't think you need to check your jeans just yet, Sergeant."
But Rob had paused again and when the kissed eased off he was looking at her with wide eyes. "We could could be pregnant," he whispered and swallowed nervously.
Leila pressed her lips together as she looked back at him. "I know," she whispered. "But I just... I don't want to get too excited in case it's not that."
Rob patted her ass and went to sit up in the bed. "I can't wait. I can't, I'll go mental and I don't want to go mental again. I'll get dressed and go out to get a test. Why wait, huh? If we do, everyone will think something is up because we're acting weirdly. 'Least if we find out, we'll know for sure and we can stop dwelling on it, yeah?"
Leila reluctantly slid off her husband and tried not to pout when she was clearly intent on other things occurring right then. Only Rob had a point, and she couldn't really fault him. "Yeah, okay. Are you sure you want to go alone, though? Just be quick! I miss my human seat."
"I would go with a whole orchestra and a chorus of dancing girls if I had to. But you stay here, I'll be quick. I know the town like the back of my hand, and I'll be back before you know it, babe. Promise," Rob added with a smile and sat forward to give her a kiss. "In the meantime, I better take a wiz, or I'll wet myself from nerves before I even get to my car."
"Well, I don't want you wetting yourself," Leila replied before she pulled him back for another kiss and finally let him go as she flopped back on the bed, her hands automatically moving to her stomach as she rubbed it. She might really be pregnant, and the thought wasn't as scary as she had expected.
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Rob, however, had other things to think about that morning. He was maybe in just a small sulk that Leila still wasn't pregnant yet. No symptoms at all and he was starting to wonder if he was maybe not aiming right or something. Did you have to aim to hit the jackpot. He was still in bed under the mound of covers, the top of his head, one eye, and his nose the only thing visible from under them where he lay on his stomach. He watched Leila by the dresser digging around for something in her bag, perving on her bare butt but actually feeling just a tiny bit too tired for a fuck after going four rounds the night before. "Is it possible to out-fuck yourself?" he asked, the question muffled against the pillow. "I don't even have morning wood. I think something's wrong."
Leila turned to smirk at him over her shoulder, wearing her glasses despite the fact she was still naked. She always kept them by the bed in case she needed to actually focus on something, and right now she was glad of it. At least she could find her glasses even if she couldn't find a pair of pants that would apparently fit. She'd never once had a problem pulling on her jeans, but this morning when she went to get dressed to grab some breakfast to bring back to Rob, she just couldn't get the fucking things on. "Out-fuck yourself? Baby, you've been out-fucking yourself since I met you. Just when I think the sex can't get any better - it does. Except for that one time when we tried that whole rolling in the sand with the waves crashing over us. Fuck that for a joke. I still had sand in my crack two days after, and I think I snorted a litre of sea water." She huffed out a frustrated breath as she tossed the bag on the floor in disgust and pressed her lips together as she faced Rob. "Maybe you're just tired, Little Rock. Or maybe it's a side effect? Do I look fat to you?"
"A side effect of what? I ain't started any new meds, and I ain't been pinching Mikey's either." Rob pushed the covers away from his face and rose up on an elbow with a snort. "What? Fat? Are you serious? Did you just ask me if you look fat? No you don't look-" But he paused, pulling his lips to the side a little. "We have been eating an awful lot of burgers," he pointed out with a shrug. "But that doesn't mean I think you look fat, otherwise I'd be looking fat too. Why the hell do you think that? Why are you all... thingy? I dunno. Huffy." He reached under the blankets and gave himself a lethargic scratch as he yawned widely.
Leila turned to the side as she looked at him, rubbing her hand over her stomach as she tried to work out if it was bigger, or not. "I don't know, maybe it's a delayed reaction from the meds you are taking? Or maybe you really are just exhausted. And yes, I just asked if I looked fat. I can't fit into my jeans. My jeans, Rob!" She walked over to the bed, and reached for his free hand as she held it flat against her stomach. Rob's fingers almost spanned the width of her abdomen, so really it was ludicrous for her to think she was getting fat. "I don't even get this bloated when it's my period. I don't feel fat, but something must have fucking changed."
Rob just blinked, watching his hand on her belly. He was clueless to women's thingies. He was sympathetic and caring at the right times usually, so he wasn't a complete bloke all the time. He was capable of being sensitive, and it had never been an issue with Leila. They just did their thing and he hoped he didn't rub her up the wrong way when she had PMS and find himself with a camera up his ass sideways. He made a small 'I dunno' sound and shrugged, but then after a moment, his features changed and he brushed his fingers back and forth across her flat stomach. "Awww," he murmured with a wistful smile and then sighed.
Leila was still frowning but as she watched Rob stroke her belly she couldn't help but get a smile of her own and stick her stomach out a little as she thought about what it would be like to be pregnant. She really did just want to be pregnant. She was finding herself more and more desperate to just wake up and suddenly want to puke her guts up, or to be late with her period. But it never happened. She ran her fingers through his hair before she bent forward to kiss his temple. "I know, sweetheart."
Rob squeezed his hands around her waist and the rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she had no choice but to follow and sit straddled over him. In the new position, he started to gently feel around her waist and her belly to understand what she was on about and then he hummed in thought. "It feels a little different," he admitted her and then brushed his thumbs up past her hips. "Only here, it feels not as boney," he told her with a cheeky grin.
"Mm..." Leila couldn't help but enjoy the feel of straddling him again, and purposefully wriggled and rubbed against him as she got comfortable. She still had her fingers in his hair, rubbing the tips against his scalp as she looked down at his hands on her body. "Not as boney? Maybe because your morning wood isn't inches deep inside me for a change," she said as she grinned back. Leila tilted her head in thought and then her hands went to her breasts as she felt them. Her forehead creased with a frown. "I think... my boobs are bigger. And they kinda feel sore." Considering the fact that she and Rob spent most of the time fucking, or in the car she'd barely bothered with a bra the whole road trip but now she had her breasts held firmly in her hands she really was starting to wonder about them.
"Is it that time of the month?" Rob asked her, raising his eyebrows as he looked up at her. Now he was purposefully staying well away from her boobs. "Actually, come to think of it, I've totally lost track. When was your last time of the month? Feels like ages now. All this fucking is frying my brain cells. Back home, I used to know what you had that lil pink dot thing on the calendar that it was going to be hands off for a week. We ain't got that calendar out here." His hands went from her hips around to her ass, and he squeezed it, pulling her against him. No morning wood didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the fact she was sitting in his lap naked. Something was definitely stirring.
Leila started to shake her head before she stilled and just stared at Rob as she tried to do the maths in her head. She pictured the calendar and started to count days. Her period had been light for a while now, but she'd just assumed it was because most of the stress had been taken away now she had Rob back safe and sound. She ran the palm of her other hand down his chest, and moaned softly as he squeezed her arse. "I don't know," she admitted. "I was thinking that maybe it was, but I can't actually remember what state we were last in when I had my period. It had to have been before Maine."
Rob stilled, looking up at her with wide eyes. "You don't think..." But he shook his head. "Nah. Even I know you wouldn't be showing this soon." He rested his head back against the pillow, hating how much even for a couple of seconds his gut had leapt up into his throat in excitement of the prospect. He didn't know what was wrong with his cock, but he did know Leila had absolutely no pregnancy symptoms and it felt like they had been trying for ages now.
Leila ran her tongue over her lips as she kept looking at Rob, her eyes searching over his face as the cogs turned in her mind. She had both hands running over his torso now, enjoying the feel of his body under her touch as the arousal started building inside her. She'd always been attracted to Rob, always been more than reactive to him, but she couldn't remember ever being horny this much before. The babymaking had just seemed to have flicked a switch inside her and she wanted him all the time. She rocked her hips in a steady rhythm as she stayed sitting on top of him. "Unless it happened earlier..." she murmured, finally voicing where her thoughts had been going.
"What? No. We only stopped with the pill and condoms a few weeks ago. And wouldn't you know? I thought there was supposed to be all throwing up and mood swings and, I dunno, bloating?" Rob offered cluelessly. He looked up at her sheepishly. "I Googled and just found all these blogs with girls complaining about spewing, flatulence and constipation. Not that I'm saying you don't have any of that! Maybe you do, it's not something you would announce, is it? You haven't been feeling sick, have you?"
Leila shook her head. "No, not really. Maybe a bit of extra wind compared to normal, but nothing gross or embarrassing. I just figured it was the hamburgers. Sometimes you get the rare pregnancy where the woman escapes relatively scot free. I Googled too. I'm just trying to think if there's a time I forgot my pill, but the only one springing to mind is New Year's, but was months ago. It's such a drunken hangover blur that I really can't be sure if I took it, or not. I don't even know if we used condoms in our attempt to fuck the pain away. You took a few days to calm down and I remember the healing sex. I just... I can't remember that far back. Not when it comes to taking my pill."
Rob shook his head too, though slowly as he was frowning a little, trying to wrap his head around it. "We didn't. Use condoms, I mean. It was probably three days where I hardly left the bedroom, we just didn't use them. It actually didn't even cross my mind, but I guess it was already clogged with other shit. I just needed to get close to you. You really think you missed a pill? All the way back then? Five months?" He looked over her body and her stomach, wondering if it was possible for a five month baby to be in there somewhere and then he looked up at her again. "And what about that morning in Michigan when we were starting to head to Little Rock? You were sick, we had to stop. It was before we decided to stop with the condoms."
Leila slowly nodded as she listened, agreeing with everything he said. "I hadn't even eaten anything strange, and I never get motion sickness. It was just... sudden. I thought my insides were going to crawl out my throat. Shit..." She was staring at him now, her eyes wide behind the glasses. "Five months, Rob! Five fucking months... I could be pregnant. I'm not fat! I'm... fuck. Shit. No! It can't be... But then how do you... And there wasn't--Oh my god."
"Wait, wait. Don't go freaking out on me. We can't be sure! It's just speculation. I mean, look at you. There's nothing of you! How is a baby that's five months along even fit in there? If you're five months, that means we'd only have, like, sixteen weeks before you give birth and that's just... that can't be right! No way can it be right. You were just feeling rough that day, it was probably a bug. It's only been once. It's only been once, right? Right?! And it ain't like you've been gassing me out in bed or getting sore feet or anything!" Rob had managed to sit up a little underneath her and was now waiting for her to confirm everything. No way were they having a baby in sixteen weeks.
Leila was could only stare before she looked down at her stomach again as if she would suddenly have x-ray vision and could tell if she was pregnant. "I don't know," she finally whispered. "I just don't know. Maybe we should at least get a test? I pee on the stick, and everything's cool. It'll be like a practice run for the real deal. Or it might actually be the real deal and we're about to have the biggest fucking surprise ever."
"Maybe you just need the bathroom? Maybe that's why the jeans don't fit?" Rob asked, his voice a little higher than it normally was as some strange emotion had started flipping over in his gut. "Maybe it's Mrs Austin's cooking? It's really awesome cooking. She thinks we all need to put on weight, maybe she's just been spiking the cookies with lard or something? Maybe I should check my jeans? They might not fit either. Because five months is just..." He started to laugh, shaking his head.
"I know," Leila replied as she started to laugh herself. It really was ludicrous. She couldn't be pregnant. There was just no way. "Fat cookies. No wonder they taste so delicious." She leaned forward to kiss Rob softly. "I don't think you need to check your jeans just yet, Sergeant."
But Rob had paused again and when the kissed eased off he was looking at her with wide eyes. "We could could be pregnant," he whispered and swallowed nervously.
Leila pressed her lips together as she looked back at him. "I know," she whispered. "But I just... I don't want to get too excited in case it's not that."
Rob patted her ass and went to sit up in the bed. "I can't wait. I can't, I'll go mental and I don't want to go mental again. I'll get dressed and go out to get a test. Why wait, huh? If we do, everyone will think something is up because we're acting weirdly. 'Least if we find out, we'll know for sure and we can stop dwelling on it, yeah?"
Leila reluctantly slid off her husband and tried not to pout when she was clearly intent on other things occurring right then. Only Rob had a point, and she couldn't really fault him. "Yeah, okay. Are you sure you want to go alone, though? Just be quick! I miss my human seat."
"I would go with a whole orchestra and a chorus of dancing girls if I had to. But you stay here, I'll be quick. I know the town like the back of my hand, and I'll be back before you know it, babe. Promise," Rob added with a smile and sat forward to give her a kiss. "In the meantime, I better take a wiz, or I'll wet myself from nerves before I even get to my car."
"Well, I don't want you wetting yourself," Leila replied before she pulled him back for another kiss and finally let him go as she flopped back on the bed, her hands automatically moving to her stomach as she rubbed it. She might really be pregnant, and the thought wasn't as scary as she had expected.
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