Natasha's Awakening (58 page)

Natasha watched Eric as he finished dressing for work, her eyes moving over him. She still felt like she should pinch herself sometimes to check this was real and that she wasn’t dreaming, that he really was hers. He straightened from pulling on his socks to catch Natasha watching him and his eyes warmed. “Don’t look at me like that baby or I might just have to call Alex and tell him to contact everyone and arrange a later meeting.” He said huskily. “What time’s your Mother getting here?” He asked as he pulled on his shoes.

Natasha looked at the clock and groaned. “Damn, I need to hurry myself, Mum’s going to be here in half an hour.” Eric walked over, pulling her into his arms before dropping a kiss on her lips, he told her he loved her and with one final look back at her from their bedroom door, he left.

Once Eric had gone Natasha hastily dressed in one of her new dresses that was fitted over her breasts but it flowed freely down to just above her knees. Since the days were still sometimes cool despite it being spring time, she wore a cardigan over the top and flat sensible shoes. She applied some light make up and brushed her hair before going downstairs in the lift. She headed for the kitchen where Alice had her breakfast waiting to serve for her.

She quickly ate her poached eggs on toast and drank her orange juice, just finishing in time before she heard the front door bell ring. Her Mother had arrived. Alice opened the door to Kathryn and after the three ladies all greeting one another Natasha and her Mother left for another day of bridal dress shopping. “How am I going to find something that fits me Mum?” She complained.

“Oh stop your worrying baby girl. Do you honestly think you’re the first pregnant bride? We just need to shop around to find something you like, but I have no doubt that we’ll find beautiful maternity styled wedding dresses, so stop getting your panties in such a twist.”

The first bridal shop they went to had some beautiful gowns, but nothing that Natasha liked. After driving around a bit longer, they found another shop where again the gowns were beautiful but she felt uncomfortable as the shop assistant with a slightly snooty attitude eyed her off and her very obvious pregnant belly. After blushing and feeling embarrassed under the perfectly manicured woman’s eye, Natasha told her Mother quietly that she wanted to go.

“It’s lunch time already baby girl. We might as well get something to eat before we try somewhere else.” She said and when Natasha groaned, Kathryn patted her daughter’s hand. “Stop worrying darling, we’ll find you a dress.”

After lunch at a quaint little café they hit the road again on their search for Natasha’s wedding dress. “Dammit Mum, I told Eric I should just buy a tent, at least I know that will fit.” She moaned.

“Oh stop being so dramatic Natasha. We’ll find you a dress baby girl. Besides whatever you wore, Eric would still think you’re beautiful. That man loves you so much. It radiates off him like a bright light. Surely you can see that?”

Natasha’s insides melted at the mention of Eric. “I know Mum. I’m so lucky to have him. I love him so much too, I can’t imagine my life without him in it.” She said.

Kathryn just laughed. “There’s no hope for you two is there? Eric turns to mush in your presence and just saying his name has you melting. I know that kind of love baby girl. That’s how I felt about your Father. I didn’t think I would ever recover when he died.” Kathryn’s eyes grew sad and Natasha felt a moment of fear flash through her. She wasn’t sure she’d want to live if anything ever happened to Eric.

“Come on Natasha, let’s find this wedding dress for you.” As they pulled up outside the next bridal shop. “Think positively baby girl, this could be the shop.” She said and Natasha followed her Mother in, not feeling quite as confident as Kathryn seemed to be.

As Natasha slowly rotated in the dress she wore, she knew this was the one. It was cream rather than white, strapless and fitted over the breasts, but not too tight. It cinched in at a high waist before flowing loose to her feet, with a train of a few metres behind it. There was a cleverly attached fold of fabric between her breasts, that fell like a soft pleat down the centre of the dress and helped to subtly cover her pregnant belly. Choosing a veil was the easy part and Natasha went with one that didn’t cover her face, but flowed with a long train down behind her that was almost as long as the train on the dress. She was going to have to wear her hair up to keep the veil in place, but she would have worn her hair up anyway. She chose flat satin covered shoes, like soft ballet slippers and finally the whole effect was complete. “You look beautiful baby girl.” Her Mother said, tears in her eyes and Natasha couldn’t help smiling at her reaction.

“Don’t you dare start crying.” She warned her.

After they’d paid for the dress, veil and shoes, Natasha told her Mother she wanted to buy a wedding band for Eric. They hadn’t discussed him wearing a ring, but she wanted one for him anyway. They found a jeweller’s and after studying numerous different men’s wedding bands, she chose a broad white gold band that she thought would suit him perfectly.

“So baby girl, while we’re out, have you and Eric decided where you’re going for your honeymoon? Are you going anywhere? Is he prepared to risk going anywhere given you’ll only have about a month to go by the time you two get married? That fiance of yours is such a worrier baby girl. I’m surprised he doesn’t have you booked into the nearest hospital for your honeymoon.” Kathryn joked.

“We started discussing it Mum, but never really came up with any plans.” She said, colouring slightly when she thought about how their wedding plans were often discussed in bed and then other things got in the way, like her need for Eric to make love to her and that would be the end of their discussion.

“Are you going to buy any new clothes for your honeymoon then baby girl, just in case? You need something for your wedding night at least. We’ll look for something sexy for you.” She suggested and Natasha blushed.

“Mum.” She wailed. She didn’t want to be talking about sexy nightwear and lingerie with her Mother.

“Oh stop being so uptight darling. I was young once and you need something to drive that man of yours wild on your wedding night.” She told her.

Natasha groaned. Her Mother could be so out there at times. “Fine.” She said, resignation in her voice, “But just one negligee or something. I’m not buying a whole load of clothes Mum. Eric just bought me an entire new maternity wardrobe and I don’t really need more. I’m not going to be pregnant forever. Although with the amount of clothes Eric bought, you’d think I was going to be like this forever.”

“Maybe he’s going to want more after these two baby girl.” Her Mother suggested and Natasha gaped at her.

“Don’t even joke about that Mum. Let me have these two first before we decide whether we have anymore.” She said.

Kathryn pulled into a huge shopping complex on their way back to Eric’s home and they walked in, Natasha almost having to trot to keep up with her Mother’s boundless enthusiasm. Kathryn was like a woman possessed when she had something she needed to do and it seemed that finding Natasha something sexy to wear for her wedding night was the most important thing in the world right now, if the cracking pace she was setting through the shopping centre was any indication.

“Slow down Mum.” Natasha puffed, holding her ample stomach as she frantically trotted after her Mother.

“Oh sorry baby girl, but I need to get you back soon. We’re having a ladies night out for the women from the Craft Group.” Kathryn told her.

“Really Mum? Well, we don’t need to do this now. It’s fine. I have plenty of clothes really.” She tried to convince her Mother. “Plus whatever I get won’t stay on long.” She mumbled to herself. Nothing she ever wore to bed stayed on long once Eric got his hands on her.

“It’s fine Natasha, here we go.” She pointed to the shop she’d stopped out the front of. With a deep resigned sigh, Natasha followed her Mother inside. Kathryn headed straight for the negligees and Natasha could do nothing more than reluctantly follow her.

“I’m not sure this is such a good idea Mum.” She tried to say, but just then a young shop assistant came over to help them and Natasha groaned to herself. There was no getting out of this one obviously.

Kathryn took charge and explained that they were after something sexy for her wedding night and Natasha just stared at her Mother in amusement. Firstly ‘they’ weren’t after anything, her Mother was the one insisting she get something and secondly she wasn’t going to look sexy when she was the size she was and not getting any smaller. Still, despite her reservations the shop assistant was good at her job and with Natasha’s Mother as an ally they managed to encourage her to try on several negligees of varying lengths. Finally she settled on two. One was black, almost translucent so her body was outlined in it, but Eric thought she was beautiful anyway and he loved to touch her stomach, stroking it, kissing it. He never acted like he was turned off by her growing baby bump. The black one had shoe string straps over her shoulders, it was fitted over her breasts before flowing to just below her buttocks. It came with matching black lacy panties and the second one was a pretty baby doll design, with plenty of extra fabric in it so didn’t pull over her stomach at all. It was in a gorgeous shade of purple and Natasha had to admit to herself that she loved it.

Kathryn tried to talk her into buying more, but Natasha refused. “Mum, seriously, that’s enough. I don’t need a massive wardrobe. I’m not going to be pregnant forever and then what do I do with all my maternity clothes?”

Her Mother simply snorted at her. “Oh baby girl, what does it matter. You and Eric can afford the clothes.” She said.

Natasha sighed. “Come on Mum. Let’s go home. I need to rest, my ankles are starting to swell again and you have your girls night out to get ready for.”

Kathryn gave her daughter a hug. “Ok baby girl, let’s get out of here then and get you home so you can get off those feet.”

When they arrived back at Eric’s home, Kathryn helped Natasha inside with her purchases and together they opened the protective zip up cover on the wedding dress to show Alice who had come out from the kitchen to greet them. She told Natasha the dress was beautiful, but of course it would be better when she was actually wearing it to show the true beauty of it.

Natasha’s Mother rode up on the lift with her and helped her put away her wedding dress, veil and shoes so they would be out of sight of Eric and she slipped her bag containing the negligees away from his view too. She put the wedding band she’d bought for him in their bedroom because Eric was going to need to try it on and see if he liked it. She wasn’t even sure if he’d want to wear a wedding band at all, but she hoped he would. Anything to make it obvious to other women that he wasn’t available as far as she was concerned. She had no insecurities about Eric anymore. He made it so very clear to her every day that he loved her, but some women might not accept he was married without seeing the wedding band on his finger.

Once everything was put away, Natasha said good bye to her Mother and Kathryn left leaving Natasha to collapse on the bed totally exhausted after a day of running around. She promised herself she was just going to lie there for a moment or two but with the weight of carrying her growing son and daughter around all day, shopping at the enthusiastic pace that her Mother liked to set, suddenly she felt quite exhausted and within minutes of closing her eyes, she was asleep.

It was the feel of warm lips moving up her neck that slowly brought Natasha awake and she smiled sleepily when the scent of Eric’s aftershave filled her nostrils. She turned her head and met his warm blue eyes, reaching up to pull him down so she could touch her lips to his. Eric took control of the kiss, closing his mouth over hers, parting her lips so he could slide his tongue inside. Her tongue met his and she savoured the taste of him, her senses in Eric overload as she smelled him and tasted him. Her hands moved through the silky strands of his hair as she held him close and Eric lowered himself to the bed alongside her, not breaking the contact of their lips as he kissed her with all the pent up passion from the morning.

Finally he pulled away, both of them breathing harder and he curved his body up alongside of Natasha’s, pressing his erection against her thigh. “I told you baby, I’d be hard all day for you and I damned near was too. Do you have any idea how distracting that is while trying to sit through a meeting?” His smile was rueful.

Natasha’s laugh was husky as his words triggered a surge of arousal in her body. “I can imagine.” She said. “So what do you want to do about your little problem?” She asked and Eric thrust against her.

“This is no little problem baby. I’ve told you before, this is not a little problem, this is a big problem.” And Natasha rolled her eyes.

“You men and your preoccupation with size.”

Eric groaned, sitting up. “Alice will have dinner ready soon baby. We’re going to have to take a rain check. I need to change first.” He said. Natasha watched as he got up off the bed. He was wearing his lighter grey suit today with a white shirt and tie in various shades of grey but as per usual his top button was undone and the tie loosened. She could see the way his arousal pushed against the zip of his pants and suddenly she just wanted to take care of him, relieve the pressure he’d had to walk around with all day.

She sat up, scrambling off the bed with as much dignity as she could when her large belly got in the way. She walked around the bed, advancing on Eric. He watched her approach and something in her eyes brought a hint of wariness to his. When she reached him, she turned Eric pushing him until he fell down onto the edge of the bed.

“What are you going to do baby?” He asked, tension visible in his eyes. Natasha simply smiled at him and dropped to her knees in front of him. Her smile widened when she heard Eric’s low groan. “Baby, no, we don’t have time for anything. Alice is going to call us for dinner soon.” He warned, trying to hold her back.

“I can be quick.” She responded. She fought not to smile when he so easily gave in at her promise to be quick, moving his hands away so she could continue.