Continued from here.Fred laughed softly when Rupert got rid of her pants and panties, getting them thoroughly soaked in the process. "I guess I will," she said before the laugh turned to a moan while he caressed her.She was about to tell him that he should go naked as well, but before she could, he kissing her deeply and rubbing her nipples, making her weak in the knees. She could already feel her body changing because of the baby, but she knew that she'd always be beautiful to her husband, especially with the way he touched her. It made her feel warm and tingly all over, and she knew that was the luckiest woman in the whole world.When they parted, she leaned against him, feeling him through his pants. "I think it's doing good things for you too," she told him. "Our work doesn't let us do this much. Now...let me help you out of these. They look a little uncomfortable at the moment."Reaching down, she unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers, taking them when he stepped out of them and tossing them back onto the beach with the rest of the clothes. Her hand then caressed over him, cupping him gently."I don't think I've ever made love in the water on a beach before," she said with a smile before pushing him down to sit in shallow water and lowering herself down onto him.
The sun was warm, even though it was late afternoon. Giles could feel it heating his skin as Fred and he floated in the ocean. He was suddenly glad they had gotten the sunscreen or he'd been as red as a lobster. When Fred mentioned food, Giles nodded his head. "I'm feeling a bit famished myself," he said as he scooped Fred up.Carrying her back to the house, Giles carefully sat her down once they were inside. "Why don't you go and take a shower, and I'll put out the food for dinner," he said as he jogged upstairs. He found a towel in the upstairs bathroom and used it to dry himself off before he put on a pair of boxers and t-shirt.He then came back downstairs and brought out the fixings for the spaghetti and salad. Once it was sitting on the counter, he reached for his box of jaffa cakes and started to snack on them as he started to cut up the vegetables.
When Rupert pulled her into his arms to carry her inside, Fred let out a slight squeak of laughter. She loved how wonderful he was to her. When he suggested that she take a shower, she nodded, knowing that she should get the salt water out of her hair and off her skin.Once Rupert had changed, she went upstairs to the larger bathroom off their room and took a shower, washing her hair again. She ran her hand over her stomach as she washed herself, thinking about the woman who had been able to tell that she was pregnant. She thought that maybe there was just a slight rounding in her abdomen that wasn't there before and her breasts were starting to feel a little heavier and fuller, but other than that... She shook her head. Whatever the reason, the woman was able to tell."So, are you a little girl?" she asked softly, wondering what they should name her if she was. That was something that they'd have to discuss. Names. She smiled a bit, wondering what he would think of some of the names she liked. "I guess we'll find out soon enough."Finishing up her shower, she got out of the shower and dried off before putting on a light dress and heading downstairs to find her husband eating jaffa cakes while he made dinner. With a laugh, she snatched the box up."You're gonna spoil your dinner!" she told him before looking into the box. "Just how many have you had?"
Giles finished cutting up the tomatoes, and tossed them into a bowl before reaching in and having another jaffa cake. He was about to start on a green pepper when Fred showed up. “I’m quite all right, love,” he said as she took the box away from him. “Hey! I haven’t had that many. Maybe seven or eight, and I’m still hungry. I’ll be all right by dinner.”It didn’t look like Fred was going to budge so he let out a dramatic sigh. “Do you think you can emit some of that evilness and cut up the rest of the peppers?” he asked before giving her a deep, jaffa cake-tasting kiss. When they parted he softly kissed her forehead and jogged up the stairs to take a shower.Giles didn’t take that long to wash the salt and sunblock off his skin, and out of his hair. When he was finished, he slipped on a pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt before heading back to the kitchen. He walked up behind Fred and wrapped arms around her waist. His hands went to where they always did - the small swelling of her stomach and slowly rubbed. “I love you and I really do hope we have a little girl, who looks just like her mother,” he whispered. “Now, can I have my jaffa cakes back?”
Even though Rupert promised that he wasn't spoiling his appetite, Fred shook her head. Eight jaffa cakes was a good portion of the box. She knew that if he could, there would be times where he'd eat nothing but jaffa cakes and tea for dinner if she'd let him.Although she had to admit that it kind of made for a nice tasting kiss. She managed to keep enough presence of mind, though, to keep him from possibly using the kiss as a distraction to steal the box then.Once he had gone upstairs, Fred picked up the knife and finished cutting up the vegetables, putting them into the bowl for the salad. The pasta looked to be finished cooking, so she drained it and put it in another bowl. Rupert came back into the kitchen then, wrapping his arms around her and caressing her in just that way that made her want to just lean against him and close her eyes and forget everything but him."You think you can get anything by rubbing my stomach, don't you?" she asked with a laugh just as his thumb moved in a small circle around her belly button. She sucked in a breath. "You're right."Shaking her head, she passed the box back to him."Dinner's ready, though," she told him before turning off the stove and pouring the sauce into a third bowl. "Where do you want to eat? Outside on the porch or in the dining room."
"Don't I always get my way when I do this?" Giles asked as he continued to rub his wife's belly. He knew what she liked and slowly ran his thumb around her navel. He almost felt guilty about it but she did the same to him - touched him in places that made him weak. He took the box of cakes from him and sat them on the counter behind him. "I'll save the rest for tomorrow."At her question, Giles glanced toward the sliding door. "How about we stay inside? I'm a bit afraid we might end up naked again and you really need to eat, love," he said before leaning forward and softly nuzzled her neck. He picked up the bowl of sauce and pasta and took it over to the table. "Sit down. I'll get the rest of the things."He went back to the kitchen and retrieved the silverware and plates. After setting them on the table, he poured Fred a glass of milk and himself a glass of water. "Here you go," he said, setting the milk in front of his wife.
Fred laughed softly and looked down at Rupert's hand on her stomach, nodding a bit. He really did pretty much always get his way when he did that to her. It was something that always amazed her about their relationship - the way they seemed to understand each other, knowing how to touch each other.When Rupert suggested that they eat inside, she smiled, leaning into him for a moment as he nuzzled her neck before they took the food into the dining room to eat. She picked up the salad bowl and carried it out with her, then sat down while Rupert got everything else.Fred was even hungrier than she realized and ended up eating an extra portion of the pasta, glad that Rupert had made plenty. When they finished dinner, they quickly cleared the table and rinsed the dishes, putting them in the dish washer. By the time they finished, night had fallen, so Fred stepped outside onto the porch and leaned against the railing, looking up at the sky."It's beautiful here. You can see all the stars," she called back into the house while the waves crashed up against the shore out on the beach. "I'm not sure that I'm going to want to go home when our holiday is over."
Despite what he'd told Fred earlier, Giles didn't have much of an appetite over dinner. He barely ate any pasta or salad. Once Fred was finished with her food, he helped her put the dishes in the dishwasher and wipe everything down. He was in the middle of arranging the towels on the rack when she called to him about the stars.With a smile, he went outside and looked up. Fred was right - you could see everything out there. "It's beautiful," he said. He looked toward the ocean and noticed the moon shining off it. "The moon is quite beautiful also." He wrapped his arms around his wife and nuzzled her neck."But none of it is as beautiful as my wonderful wife," Giles whispered. "And you're right; it's going to be hard to go back home after all of this. I'm almost tempted to tell the Council to bugger off and stay here and have ten kids with you. But then I'll be letting a lot of people down. Perhaps we could commute back and forth from here to England."
Fred had noticed that Rupert didn't really eat much at dinner but decided not to say anything. There wasn't really any point, all things considered, and she didn't want to be one of those nagging wives that picked on what their husbands did. Besides, she loved him too much to ever say, "I told you so."Instead, she stook on the porch with him, sliding her arms over his and leaning against him, closing her eyes as she felt his lips on her neck. She was so caught up by what he was doing that she almost didn't hear his comment about staying there. She did, however, and pulled away slightly, turning her head to look at him."Ten kids? We have that many, you can carry some of them!" she told him with a laugh. "And that would be one mighty long commute. I'd have to get cracking and figure that transporter out."Suddenly, she yawned and realized after all the time they had spent on the plane and out in the sun that day, she was starting to feel very tired. With a smile, she took Rupert's hand and led him back into the house."Come on, sweetie. I don't know about you, but I think we should get some rest. We don't want to spend the rest of our trip with jet lag, especially with Christmas soon."
The sun always seemed to be shining in New Zealand. When Christmas morning came, Giles woke up before Fred and snuck downstairs. He had made plans to have the resort send a small decorated tree to the house. He stood on the patio and smiled when it showed up. After thanking the teenage boy, he brought the tree in and placed it in the living room.Once it was plugged in, he went to the closet and brought out the few gifts he'd gotten for Fred and the baby. He had bought a few toys, and some clothes for the baby. He also bought Fred a jumper and a new knit cap. But the most important gift was sitting in a tiny box on top of the larger ones.With a smile, he went upstairs and crawled back into the bed. He placed his hand on Fred's stomach and softly rubbed it. "Love?" he softly whispered. "Time to get up. You have some presents downstairs to open." Giles smiled and softly kissed her lips.
The last few days had been wonderful and little difficult at the same time. With the time change, her morning sickness had hit during the night, which made getting to sleep a bit hard, and when she did, she didn't want to get up in the morning. When she did, though, she loved the time she was getting to spend with her husband, just the two of them. It sort of made the "night" sickness worth it, but at the same time, she more than anything wanted it to just be over.She had had a bit of a tough night again and took a while falling asleep, so she didn't notice Rupert had slipped out of bed until she felt the bed shift and his lips on hers. Opening her eyes, she looked at him, seeing the smile on his face. A small moan escaped her lips at the feel of his hand on her stomach. It helped so much when he did that."Chrismas gifts?" she asked, a small grin spreading across her face. It was there first Christmas together. She couldn't believe it. Sitting up, she looked toward the window. "It seems so strange to be in paradise with beach and sand on Christmas. Almost doesn't feel like it's the day."Getting up, she took his hand and walked downstairs with him, her eyes opening wide when she saw the tree. "Oh my God, you got this for us?" She hugged him. "Now it really feels Christmas."
"I wanted our first Christmas together to be special," Giles explained as he hugged her to him. He softly kissed the top of her head and pulled away. "First thing though, you need to take your pre-natal vitamin and have some toast. We need to keep you and the baby healthy. Then you can open the presents I got you and the baby."He took her hand and led her to the kitchen where he handed her a vitamin and a glass of orange juice. "The presents for the baby might be too old for her right away but I'm sure she'll grow into them," Giles comment as he put some bread into the toaster. "But they're quite educational and will be helpful for when she gets older."When the toast was done, he placed it on a saucer for her, along with a jar of jam and some butter. He leaned over and softly kissed her forehead. "Eat up. No eating, no presents," he said with a grin.
When Rupert led her to the kitchen and made her take her vitamin and drink some juice, Fred couldn't help but laugh softly. She loved that her husband was so worried about her health and was actually a bit grateful. At least right now. She just hoped that she still thought he was so wonderful when her hormones started going out of whack. When he mentioned that he had bought presents for the baby that would be good when she got older, she raised her eyebrows. "So are these gifts that you can play with in the meantime?" she asked. Then she realized what he had said. "Rupert...you called the baby 'she'."She looked down at herself and smile. "I sure hope you're a girl; otherwise, you're going to have a hell of a complex once you get out here in the world with us."She took the toast he made for her and spread a little bit of butter and jam on it, then began eating, giving him a smile. "Maybe we should find out the sex of the baby when we can," she told him. "Then we'll know for sure, and we won't be wondering."It didn't take her long to finish the toast, and she looked down at it her empty plate. "Didn't think I was going to want anything to eat this morning after last night." She laughed and looked back up. "Presents now?"