Hendrix POV
I'm so happy. I never thought I could possibly be this happy, that's how happy I am. I can't stop myself from "accidentally" touching and bumping into Cedric as we decorate the nursery. Every little brush of skin keeps me flirty and filled to the brim with joy. You could say I'm glowing with my pregnancy.
He keeps grinning too, admiring me every now and again while he works. A typical man, he insists on doing all the heavy lifting. Not that I mind, I'm not in any shape to be doing those types of things. I gladly let my mate hang things on the wall, and carry the crib parts up the stairs.
I admire the vintage, metal crib, and my mate's backside. I can't help it. He's wearing low jeans around his hips, and a tight black t-shirt that matches his raven hair. Every move he makes draws my gaze.
Why am I so horny? I'm pregnant.
"Mission accomplished, uterus, you can stop it now." I whisper under my breath, and Cedric's head swivels.