My GoddessWhen my ex girlfriend was pregnant, I was her main support because her piece of **** boyfriend wasn't there for her. I found that as the pregnancy progressed, the more I loved her. She had this wonderful glow about her that was otherworldly. I used to read to her baby, I rubbed her belly with massage oil. I waited on her hand and foot. She was my Goddess and I worshiped her. Because of what she was carrying there was nothing more precious to me. I was her Lamaze coach. I developed her cravings. Especially chocolate malted milk shakes. I swear that my ankles started swelling. I developed her lactose intolerance. So, no more milkshakes. We had amazing sex throughout her pregnancy. She was so self conscious about her physical appearance. I told her that I wouldn't want to be anywhere else nor with anyone else.
She was just getting more beautiful. At times, I would start crying because I couldn't stand her beauty and it was torturing my soul. Throughout this time, I tried to get her boyfriend involved in this situation. He refused. When the baby was due, we had a lot of sex to induce the pregnancy. Over the course of two weeks, we made love and it was the most wonderful feeling I ever had. When we were done, we would lie next to each other, I would rub and kiss her belly
When her water broke, I drove her to her midwife. I contacted the father and told him that this is his last chance to be a man. He never answered. I helped birth her son. It was the happiest moment of my life. I loved her son and I raised him as my own for the first year of his life. Then, his father came back into the picture. I extracted myself from the situation.
This was 15 years ago, If his father never came back, I would have raised him as my own. I feel pity for the men who have the opportunity to experience what I had and not appreciate it. Or, not be there at all. It has been a wonderful and life changing experience. Whenever I see a pregnant woman, I just want to love her, as it is the most beautiful sight on Earth.