“I look like a fat ass inmate, Zacky.”

Rylee was getting ready for her date with Matt. She always thought Zacky had the most fashion sense out of all the guys and wanted his help with picking out the right dress. Bad part is, nothing seemed to look right on her. And it doesn’t help that she only has two maternity dresses.

“C’mon, Ryles. I doubt you look bad. Just come out and show me.”

Zacky held his breath as she slowly opened the door and slid from behind it. She had a pout etched on her face. The dress was stripped in black and white. It hugged her body in all the right places except for her stomach. Zacky thought about her inmate comment and a giggle flew past his lips. He immediately clamped his hand over his mouth. Rylee knew she shouldn’t take his laughing to heart. But her hormones were out of control. She could feel the tears pooling in her eyes.

Zack gasped and stood up, “I didn’t mean to laugh, sweetie.”

He walked over and brought her into his arms.

“I’m sorry, Ryles. You look beautiful as always. It’s just the damn dress...”

Rylee chuckled through her tears, “It is pretty ugly. Can I show you my other dress?” she asked, wiping her wet cheeks.

Zacky smiled and pecked her forehead, “Of course!”

Five minutes later she reemerged in a faded purple dress. This dress was ten times better than the last one. It accentuated her bust and flowed down just under her breast. It provided ample room for her belly. She stood in front of Zacky with confidence.

“How does it look?”

He smirked, “I’d bang you.”

Rylee laughed, “In other words, this is the dress.”

Zacky nodded and gave two thumbs up.

“Cool. Now I have to do my hair and makeup,” she murmured.

“Sorry, Ryles. I can’t help with that,” he stood up from the couch and stretched.

Rylee smacked her lips, “Well obviously. But thanks for helping with the dress.”

He went over and patted her stomach, “Anything for you and baby Sanders.”

She laughed, “What about Matt?”

He scoffed, “Fuck him! He forgot my beer at the store earlier.”

“Screw you too, motherfucker,” Matt yelled from just outside the door.

“I’m going to beat his ass,” said Zacky, rushing out. Rylee just shook her head and laughed.

---

“Babe? Are you ready?” Matt called through the door.

Rylee took one last glance in the mirror and opened the door. She tried to get around him to grab her purse but Matt signaled for her to stop. She stood in front of him and eyed him curiously. She could feel his eyes trailing up and down her body. Then with a cocky smirk, he twirled his finger around, telling her to spin for him. Rylee laughed as she spun around for him.

“Real original, Matt. You stole that from the Beast and the Harlot video.”

“Yep, and I did the finger twirl in one take. Take that, Zacky V,” he boasted.

Rylee patted him on the shoulder and tried to maneuver around him. Once again, he stopped her. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, “What?”

Matt smiled sweetly, “All jokes aside, you look beautiful.”

Rylee smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Thank You. You look handsome as always.”

He waved her off playfully and led her to the bus entrance.

---

The restaurant definitely met Matt's romantic expectations. The dining room was huge. Elegant tables set with fancy wine glasses and decorative napkins littered the room. The lights were dimmed and gave off a warm, intimate feel. The couple both ordered the steak meal. As much as Rylee wanted to try the extravagant courses, she decided to play it safe. You can't go wrong with steak. They ate in comfortable silence. They occasionally made small talk but most of the time was spent enjoying the food. It was different from the fast food they ate from venue to venue. Once they finished dinner, the waiter offered dessert.

"Any sweet-tooth cravings, babe?" Matt asked.

Rylee nodded. She has been craving milk and cookies for the past few days. But she was almost certain they didn't have cookies. Or did they?

"Um..this may sound weird, but do you happen to have cookies?" she asked, blushing.

She felt silly asking for cookies at a five star restaurant. Matt let out a throaty laugh at her request. He made a mental note to stock up on cookies tomorrow.

"Yes, ma’am. We have gourmet chocolate cookies made from Ghirardelli chocolate."

The couple’s surprised expressions mirrored each other.

"Seriously?" Matt blurted out.

"Yes, sir," the waiter laughed.

"We'll have that then," said Rylee with a huge grin.

Matt nodded in agreement.

"Okay. I'll be back with a cookie platter. And two large glasses of milk?"

"Yes, sir," said Matt.

With a final nod, the waiter left. Rylee did a happy dance in her seat. Not only would her cookie craving be filled, but her chocolate craving would as well. Killing two birds with one stone. Matt beamed at his wife's excitement. The date was going exactly as planned. She was happy and that’s all that mattered to him.

"Thank You, Matt. Tonight has been amazing," said Rylee, bringing him from his thoughts.

Matt kissed the back of her hand, "you're very welcome, baby. We deserved a night out."

Rylee smiled and sat back against her chair. She rubbed her bulging stomach, "Feels like I just ate a horse. I know our baby girl is satisfied."

Matt chuckled, "That's good. If my girls' are satisfied, then so am I."

Rylee smiled and gazed into his hazel eyes. This was the man she fell in love with. Not the man who cheated on her 2 months ago. And for the first time since then, she felt content.

"Here is your dessert!"

Rylee yelped at the waiter’s sudden appearance. She laughed and placed a hand over her fast beating heart.

"I didn’t mean to scare you, ma'am," the waiter winked.

Matt glared at his retreating figure. Rylee reached over and rubbed his tattooed arm, "He's not being flirty, Matt."

He snorted, "Fucker better not be."

Rylee ignored his comment and dug into the platter of warm chocolate chip cookies.

"So I was thinking, we need to create traditions to have with our daughter," she said.

Matt took a drink of his milk, "yeah, we definitely need to. We already have one tradition, granted we haven't done it lately."

"Video game Sunday?" She asked.

"Yep. She's gonna be a gamer girl. Just letting you know now," Matt grinned.

"I'm cool with that. But what about meaningful traditions? Like holiday traditions. Are we gonna read her The Night Before Christmas on Christmas Eve?"

"Of course we are, babe. We'll do-" Matt stopped mid sentence as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Rylee continued to talk while he checked his phone. His heart stopped. It was a text from Bella saying she wanted to hangout again. Matt furrowed his brows. He didn't give her his number. He sighed and snapped his phone shut before placing it back in his pocket. Just when things were getting better between him and his wife, she rears her head back into the equation.

"Is everything okay, baby?" Rylee asked concerned.

He looked upset. She wondered if it was something she said. But what she doesn't know is that he wasn't even listening.

Matt forced a smile and nodded, "yeah just Johnny being a little shit," he lied.

She chuckled, "that's Johnny for ya."

Matt forced another smiled. His heart was in the pit of his stomach and his appetite disappeared. How was he going to get rid of this chick?

"So as I was saying-", he jerked his head up at his wife's voice, "we should do the typical holiday traditions and then make up our own family traditions. But we have time to come up with ideas since she's not even here yet."

Matt smiled genuinely this time as he glanced down at her belly. He couldn't wait to see his baby girl.

---

Once Rylee got her cookie fix, Matt paid the bill, five hundred dollars to be exact, and led her back to the rental car. The ride back to the bus was quiet. Rylee could tell something was on Matt's mind. She was curious to know what was wrong but decided against asking in fear of starting a fight. Her husband has a split second temper. The bus was dark when they returned. The guys' went out to enjoy their night off. They also wanted to give Matt and Rylee time alone incase they needed it. Rylee was beyond ready to discard her dress. She was tired and her feet were starting to swell.

"I'm going to go rip this dress off. I'll be back."

"Why can't you undress here? I've seen you naked numerous times, Ryles."

Rylee stared down at her swollen feet and shrugged. She knew exactly why. She felt huge and she didn't want Matt seeing her in all her hugeness. Matt noticed the sad look on her face. He walked over and gently lifted her chin.

"What's wrong, baby? Tell me."

Rylee could feel her emotions bubble up. Pesky hormones. Tears were building fast in her chocolate brown eyes.

"I don't want you to see me like this," she whispered.

Matt was close enough to hear her. What she said confused the hell out of him.

"What are you talking about?"

The floodgates opened.

"Matt, you know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm fucking huge! And I'm not just talking about my stomach. I'm talking about my ass, my feet, my boobs and lets not forget about my arms. I’m getting bigger and bigger," she cried.

Matt pulled her into a tight hug, "Baby, please stop beating yourself up. You're nothing short of absolutely gorgeous. Always! Your body is changing because you are carrying my child and I find that beautiful."

She held onto him and let his words sink in. She steadied her breathing before lifting her head from his chest and meeting his gaze.

"Can you unzip my dress, please? I wanna be comfy," she murmured.

Matt nodded and kissed her forehead. He turned her around and pulled down the zipper. She slowly tugged the dress down over her belly and let the fabric fall to her feet. Her arms subconsciously crossed over her bra-clad chest. He kissed her shoulder, "C'mon, don't hide the goods."

Rylee felt a spark travel through her body at the feeling of his lips on her skin. It felt nostalgic. She missed it. She let him turn her around to face him. He took her hands and gently placed them at her sides. He leaned in and stole a quick kiss.

"That’s better," he said.

She felt exposed standing in front of his covered body. So with shaky hands, she started to lift his shirt. He took the hint and helped her take it off. The familiar tattoos that covered his chest and torso came into view. She smiled. It reminded her of all the times she laid beneath him while they made love. She was getting aroused just thinking about it.

"Now we're even," she said.

"Somewhat. I still have pants on," he smirked, reaching for his belt.

Rylee grabbed his hands, "Slow down, tiger."

If seeing him shirtless made her wet, seeing him in his boxers would cause a flood. She had to resist. She wasn’t ready for sex despite what her body was telling her. But her hands ached to touch him. So she gave in and let her hands caress his warm chest. He brought her closer to his body, as close as her belly could allow, and massaged her lower back. Rylee moaned at the feeling. The pain in her back disappeared as he rubbed.

"That feel good?" he whispered.

"God yes!" she moaned out.

Matt laughed and continued to rub. The sexual tensioned simmered a bit as she took interest in a new pleasure. He continued to rub until she signaled for him to stop. She locked her arms around his neck and brought his head down so she could connect her lips with his. She kissed him slowly, drowning in the feeling of his plump lips against hers. She pulled away for a second to catch her breath before Matt claimed her lips again. He slipped his tongue between her lips as his hands gripped her ass.

"I fucking missed this," He said between kisses.

"Me too," Rylee breathed out.

They continued making out until Matt received a hard nudge to the stomach. Rylee let out a breathy laugh and pulled away.

"Our daughter is not very fond of our make out session."

Matt got down on his knees and placed his hands on her stomach.

"C’mon baby, daddy needs love too,” he whined.

Rylee laughed and removed his hands from her stomach.

“I have to pee now,” she said, rushing to the bathroom.

He sighed happily and stood up. He took off his pants, leaving on his boxers, and laid down on the pull out couch. His phone caught his eye from the bedside table and his heart dropped. Fuck. He snatched it, went to the text Bella sent during dinner and pressed delete.

Notes

Damn, it feels good to update this story. I'm finally on winter break so updates should be frequent now.