This is the first story about pregnancy I post on internet. English is not my nattive language, nobody corrected this text. If someone want to, feel free to contact by private message. My apologies for the mistakes, and than you for your reading.

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When you wake up this morning, you brush her belly with your fingertips. The surprise was overwhelming when the doctor told you she was expecting quadruplets. It was only two months ago, and yet her body seemed about to enter the fifth month. The flat, firm and muscular belly would have prevented her uterus from spreading too much if she had waited for only one child. Chance (or your incredible fertility) decided differently. Still, she was reluctant to eat as the doctor had advised her.Her diet was less draconian, but still insufficient for her new condition of future mother 
 
The red curtains blow the light on her thin face. It seems more hollowed than usual, unless if it's your imagination. Whatever, it's time to shove her a little. Slowly, you leave the bed without making noises and slips out of the room. She sleeps much more since the beginning of her pregnancy, perhaps to balance out the lack of food, or due to a real need. You would prefer the second option, it is much healthier. 
 
-Darling ? 
 
Missed. Half-closed eyes and messy hair, she gets up and leans on her pillows. Her breasts makes you think of the fifth month of pregnancy as well. They hang on the side, not big enough to hug her belly as much as your arms, but still enough to be noticed. She was much flatter two months ago, which was more convenient for her sportive routine. Every cell of her body slowly inflate thanks to her maternity and she has a hard time to accept it. She already loves your children as if they were in your arms but if she could have them without swelling, she would accept immediately.
 
She grabs a bra, nearly on the verge to blow out due to her new measurements. She has always preferred go braless and keeps only a few of them for the conveniences of society. But since her breasts have grown at a pace you've never heard of, she now understands some women and has renew her wardrobe. No way to sleep with it, though. You two always sleep naked, sex or not, and appreciate the fair value of the sheets' softness and the other's heat. 
 
-You can sleep a little longer, if you want. I'm going to prepare the breakfast. 
 
-As usual, alright? she asks, yawning and stretching her arms. 
 
"Usually" is a cup of tea and half a bowl of muesli. But not this morning. You get out of the bedroom without answering : lie by omission, but necessary lie. The next half-hour is devoted to the most beautiful breakfast you have ever make. Everything is here: pancakes, tea, syrup, butter, sugar, jams, red fruits, bananas, apples, yoghourt, orange juice, milk, chocolate powder...The tray is almost too small when you come back in the bedroom and put it in front of her. Seeing it, her eyes open and she protests a little. 
 
-All of this ? she asks. 


 
-Yep. You've heard the doctor: your body needs to eat for you and the little ones. 
 
-Yes, but it's just the breakfast... 
 
-The most important meal of the day. Without him, we hang out from the morning to the evening without being able to do anything. Is this not what you always say? 
 
-Yes. After my morning gym. 
 
You delicately lay your hand on her shoulder. She has always been very active and she thought to continue like rhis for a few more months. But the announcement of so many children has changed her plans. 
 
-We can always go out for a long walk. I will bring a breakfast for the road. 
 
-A lunch, you mean? 
 
-No, a breakfast. Do you really think this tray is enough for five? I have prepared more just in case, and it's better to carry out it if you want to go for a walk. 
 
She smiles and kisses you on the cheek. 
 
-Fine, I consent to eat all of this. But you help me a bit, okay? 
 
-With great pleasure, miss mommy. 
 
The nickname makes her smile, as always when you pronounce it. You go to find another pair of cutlery and your own breakfast, much less consistent than the radiant woman who came into your life, and joins her under the blanket. You turn on the television in front of you but neither you nor her seems to be interested. She puts her head on your shoulder, bites a piece of pancake and stuffs it in her mouth. Her eyes closes with pleasure. 
 
-Honey and cinnamon, huh? You know how to make me eat. 
 
You steal a piece on her plate. Indeed, you have succeeded to make her favorite recipe. It is rare enough to emphasize it. 
 
-And you didn't see everything yet. Soon, I will cook so well that you will never be able to say no to one of my dishes. 
 
-In your dreams. The only one I cannot refuse is your grandma. 
 
-You should have married her.
 
She laughs loudly and shakes her tray on her round belly. You hold it with one hand, anxious to not spoil the food. She calms down and regain her position, delighted, and caresses the side of her belly with a smile. It's always after laughing that she is the most beautiful, and you don't intend to stop. 
 
- Abs workout, check. You have no excuse for starving, now. 
 
-Very well, mister daddy. Such dedication cannot remain without reward. 
 
And for the first time since the beggining of her pregnancy, she eats all the content of the tray without your help. In the end, only a lukewarm tea stays in her mug. 
 
-You were right, it was so good that ... I could eat some more. 
 
-A bit more is in the kitchen, if you want. 
 
She looks at you and holds a sigh. Perhaps you are going too far by doing more than necessary. Going step by step is better, you already forced her a little.
 
-Maybe later. Let me digest first. 
 
She sticks to you, puts her head against your chest, and watches the television with more attention. You take the opportunity for putting an arm around her and slowly caress her belly, then her hair.
 
-Hey ...
 
-Hm?
 
-Can you promise me to eat a little more? It wasn't than difficult, and it's just for a few months. I don't want anything to happen to you or the babies.
 
She flee a little more in the hollow of your neck and carries a hand to your chest. A familiar, tender, wordless gesture that makes you smile.
 
-I promise. Maybe I will take example of all other women and enjoy it. You will help me, huh?
 
-As much as you want.
 
She kiss you lankily, passionately, before sliding fully against your body. Her lips refuses to leave yours, which doesn't prevent her from standing above you.Her belly, already full and tense, attract you and you caress him while responding to her kisses. A long time of sport is waiting for you two and you will never refuse her that one.