You'd Be My Sun; You'd Be My Light

Jake did awesome in his race! He finished third! He was on the podium and I was so proud of him. I thought it was going pretty well… but then Michelle went and stood next to him. Really?! I felt like she did it on purpose and I… just didn’t want to be around right now. I told Hannah and Wil that I was super tired and was going to go back to the hotel. Hannah tried to stop me, but I just kept on going.

When I finally made it back, I fell onto the bed… and just lied there. I knew Jake would have a lot of media to do after the race, so I had some time to myself. I actually… ran a warm bath and soaked in it. It kind of fixed everything. However, I knew I would probably be in for it once Jake got back.

I was actually still in the tub when I heard Jake come in. He called out for me and I called back, telling him I was in the bathroom. He questioned if I was decent and waited for my reply of yes before he entered. Once he saw me covered in bubbles, he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Someone looks cozy,” he snickered.

“It hides my stomach,” I muttered and dropped my eyes to the bubbles.

“Why would you want to hide your stomach?” he wrinkled his brow up now.

I just glanced up at him like he was crazy. Why would I want to hide it? Is he insane?!

“Babe, you’re beautiful,” he countered, obviously catching on.

That’s the last thing I needed to hear. It’s like the only thing he tells me when I get like this. Sure, it’s reassuring, but… it’s like an autopilot thing now. I didn’t even bother responding. Jake let out a heavy sigh and disappeared out of the room. I huffed and let myself slip down into the water. Staying there a few seconds, I reemerged… only to find Jake peeling off his layers. Before I could question him, he slipped out of his boxers and climbed into the tub with me.

It surprised me! I wasn’t expecting him to do that. Not that… I was going to complain about it. Before I had time to really react, he put his hands on the edge of the tub, holding him up as he lowered himself down until our lips met. I thought he was going to try and sex me up to make me feel better. It wasn’t that kind of kiss though. It was gentle and sweet and… sensual and loving. It slowly came to an end too. As he pulled away, it left both of us panting. While looking back into his eyes, they just seemed to sparkle… and reminded me that… I’m so in love with him.

While my breathing was getting back under control, he pressed tender kisses along my cheek until he found my jaw. He moved to the side of me then, pulling my body against his chest. As they slowed, his hand wandered along my side, making me sigh and lean into him more. It gradually all came to an end, causing me to sigh once more.

“I love you,” he spoke first, planting his plump lips to my forehead, “And I hate seeing you like this.”

“But… all those girls with… their bodies…” I muttered, still unable to let it go.

“You can’t compare yourself to them,” he countered.

“But they’re around you and looking at you and…”

“I only have eyes for you,” he cut me off.

“But Michelle…” I couldn’t help but grumble.

“Do you really think I would leave you for her?” he seemed to be amused by this.

“Well… she looks a lot better than me,” I added.

“No,” he chuckled, “Do you know one of the things that I always loved about you?”

“What?” I huffed and glanced up into his blue eyes.

“That you were always so confidant in yourself,” he paused to let his pudgy finger trace along my jaw, continuing on past my chin, “In your riding or what you did, what you wore. It was so sexy,” he finished, whispering the last part into my ear.

“Jake,” I sighed as he gently bit at my earlobe.

“That’s the Ky I fell in love with,” he kept going and pulled me onto his lap.

His tone sent a shiver down my back. Feeling it, he let out a snarky chuckle. I hate how easily he can wrap me around his finger. After we shared a few more kisses, we both got out. Once he toweled off, he pulled his boxers back on… but wouldn’t let me slip PJs on! With my towel wrapped around my frame, he pulled me to the bed. After he tucked the covers in around us, he pulled the soft material from me, tossing it to the floor.

“Why won’t you just let me pout about being fat?” I groaned.

“Because you’re not fat. That’s our baby,” he replied as his hand rubbed at my bump.

I just huffed and pulled the covers around me tighter. Jake kissed at my forehead before he wedged his arm between me and the blankets this time.

“You got your friend all worried about you too,” he added.

“Hannah?” I asked him.

“Mhm …”

“She has Wilbur,” I rolled my eyes.

“But right now, I have you… and I think you’re in need of knowing just how much I love you,” he smirked at me as he rolled on top of me.

“I do think I need that…” I played along, giving into his advances.

… It might help. But right now I’m kind of in that weird stage of pregnancy where I just look chubby instead of pregnant and… I hate everything about it. Seeing all those Monster girls… and Jake’s ex around him today just… really got to me. He could have any one of them and he… has a chubby girlfriend that’s only going to get chubbier. Why would he want to stay with me?