Page 39 of For Her
Because it doesn’t feel so hot, dude.
I’m feeling extra huge and heavy today, and a model, I am not.
But just then, my attention is drawn to the sliding glass door where Jack is emerging from his wardrobe change, and holy mother of all that is… holy. They’ve got him in my favorite look.
The black jeans with the chain…
Stay cool, you’re being photographed.
The short-sleeved button down fully open, exposing a gallery of ink and toned abs…
Easy girl.
The black leather bracelets, and God help me,the chain.The chain he’s worn for as long as I’ve known him. The one that hangs in my face when we’re having sex, that is currently drawing attention to his rock-hard, inked-up chest.
Annnnd… my vagina is sobbing.
Jack glances up at me and his eyebrows shoot up as he mouthsWhoa.
“Hey, Jack, perfect timing,” the photographer says, motioning him in my direction. “Get up there and join your wife, and just go ahead and act natural for a few minutes.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Jack answers without taking his eyes off mine as he struts over to me.
“Wow,” he exclaims as he takes both of my hands in his, his rock star bangs lightly brushing my forehead.
The crew scurries around us, repositioning fans and adjusting the lighting, but I barely register their presence. “I can’t wait to do this again,” he tells me quietly, just for me to hear.
“What, another photo shoot?” I coyly grin up at him.
“No, have another baby.”
“What?” I ask with an incredulous laugh that he returns with an adoring smile.
“What?” he echoes, “I love this.” His voice is low and tender as he squeezes my hands. “I love you.” His blue eyes are dead set on mine and his smile gentle. I look up at him in wonder and just as I’m pondering what readers will think of this edgy photo, with the hardcore-looking rock star looking sweetly down at his pregnant, half-naked wife, I hear the photographer shout:
“That’s it! We got it!”
“Got what?” Jack turns to look in his direction.
“The cover photo,” he informs us, not looking up from the shot he just took.
“I thought this was just going to be a feature,” I enquire as I lean around Jack.
“Not anymore,” he declares with confidence. “As soon as the editor sees this photo, you’re getting bumped up as the main story. There’s no way he’s not going to want this on the cover ofShred.”
Sixteen
37 Weeks
Mayzie
My couples’ routine forTop Danceris really coming along, thanks to my rehearsal partner. Jack has been amazing while we’ve learned ballroom and contemporary moves from YouTube together.
I smile, completely at ease and trusting my partner as he confidently spins me out and pulls me back in close to his body, his scent and solid frame making me feel so secure, and of course, turned on as all bloody hell.
Jack’s hands then grip my ribcage and lift me up, pregnant belly and all, like it’s nothing, before I wrap one of my legs securely around him and let my body fall back while he holds me in a dramatic, swooping dip. My hair whips in both our faces when he pulls me back up and sets me gently back down on my toes. We smile at each other and sway for a few moments before it happens.
I feel a pop, deep inside my lower abdomen that startles me, and my arms immediately go around my own stomach as I if I can stop whatever’s happening. Before I know it, I feel a gush… and my water splashes down at our feet.