The next months were peaceful times. Lucky was not allowed to leave his bed for three weeks. When Liz wasn't there, she made sure someone else kept a close watch on him.
Liz was in her third trimester, she was 6 1/2 months pregnant. {That is 3rd trimester right?}. School had let out for the summer adn she was at home, where they had finally moved completely in, resting on the couch.
The humidity was getting to her. She was glad school was out. It was not fun being the recipient of all the stares adn pitying glances that accompanied her, well, rounded figure.
Liz's pregnancy had been going pretty well, she hadn't really had any ridiculous cravings, although she did have mornign sickness. How many times had she needed to run to the bathrom during first period?
Lucky was at work right now. He had taken a job at a clothing store in the mall, plus he was doing some bussing at Kelly's. Liz herslef worked pretty regularly at the art gallery, but she only did minimal work at Kely's, seh got tired so easy. She was goign to keep working at the gallery until she was 8 1/2 months along. The money there was actually pretty good.
She pushed herslef up from the couch adn walked to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. She stared out into the backyard as she let the tap run. Their baby was going to have a lot of room to run around back there. Liz and Lucky had started working on the baby's room, but all they had so far was a crib. They had both decided to not know the baby's sex, but it proved problems in decorating.
Liz walked back into the living room. She decided to go out back and mow the lawn. Lucky would be tired when he got home, he didn;t need somehting else physically demanding to do. She dragged the lawnmower from the back shed and decided to start with the front yard.
The whirrring of the lawnmower drowned out the noise around her. Liz was left alone with her thoughts. Thank God, life was finally back on track, sort of. Granted, she would have to finish high school a year later, but that wasn't such a big deal. Laura had convinced Liz to let her babysit when she went back to school. Liz hadn't wanted to give her so much work, but she had insisted.
Liz was grateful for Lucky, he had been so great during all this. He had suffered through her mood swings and irratibility. He had held back her hair for her when she was puking over the toilet.
Their sex life had suffered due to their lack of time at home and need for sleep, but still wasn't that bad. She smiled in rememberance at yesterday evening. Lucky had come home early.
Liz nearly jumped out of ehr skin when she felt someone's arms close around her. The noise of the lawnmover had prevented her from hearing anyone approaching.
SHe relaxed as she realized her attacker was none other than her fiance. He nuzzled her neck and she relaxed into him without turning around, "Hey Nik."
Lucky stopped his light kisses, confused. The sound of Liz's answering laugh showed him she was kidding. He shook his head, "How do you manage to get me every time with that?"
She turned around and wrapped his arms around his neck, "You're just too gullible."
"Gullible am I?" he said adn began to tickle her. SHe squeeled and tried to shove his hadns away, "Lucky, stop it, the neighbours will see!"
Lucky stopped tickling her. He looked meaningfully at the lawnmower, "What are you doing mowing the lawn? You need to be taking care of yourself Liz, I don't want you to take any chaces."
Liz waved his concern away, "Stop it Lucky, I know waht I'm doing. A little physical labour won't hurt me. I just feel so useless."
"Liz, after you have the baby you can mox as many lawns as you like," Lucky laughed.
Liz frowned and put her hands back on the handle for the lawnmower, intending to finish the job. Lucky shook his head and pried her fingers off the bar.
"I'll finish, "he insisted. "You go back inside and rest."
Liz turned to go into the house, but not before sticking out her tongue at his back. As she walked she mumbled to herself, "I don't like being a dead weight, pregnant doesn't mean useless, adn a whole bunch of other related thoughts.
She flopped back on the couch.
Lucky came in soon after. He walked over to where she sat on the couch. He tried to kiss her neck again but she pulled away. He sighed. "I'm not trying to make you mad here, I just don't want you to take unnecessary risks. I know you hate feelign helpless, but it's for the best I promise."
Liz sighed, "Okay Lucky, I'll slow down, but I won't like it one bit. This helpless female thing really isn't my style."
Lucky could sense her reluctance, but was happy she had agreed to slow down a little. He sat beside her on teh couch and brought his lips down on hers. The kiss got passionated fast. Lucky would haebv liked to sweep her off her feet and carry her up the stairs, but after her pregnancy advanced he just couldn't do it.
Liz understood, and pulled him up the stairs behind her. She shut the bedroom door behind them adn began to urgently unbutton his shirt.
As Lucky began to caress her he heard her say softly, "Oh dear."
"What is it Liz?" he asked distractedly, kissing her collarbone.
"Well Lucky, remember when you said we could make love until my water broke?"
"Yeah," he said, confused.
"Well,"she said hesitantly,"Let's put it this way. We can't make love anymore."
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