Page 129 of Barron's Second Chance
“For every disgusting comment, there are ten positive ones. I choose to focus on those.”
His wife was a better person than he was.
So he pushed his jealousy aside, but it didn’t abate completely. He was still a red-blooded male with a smoking-hot wife he loved and adored. But he was one hundred percent supportive of Eden, so he learned to get thick skin pretty fast. After all, it wasn’t only fashion shows she did; she also had contracts with beauty and clothing brands which meant she sometimes posed for editorials with male models. That was hard to stomach at first. But he took a leaf out of his wife’s page and focused on the positive - how beautiful she looked in the photographs, the long hours she put in, and the respect and clout she received within the industry.
A slight murmur of admiration floated around him, and Barron craned his neck to see the commotion.
All thoughts of jealousy faded as he watched his wife turn slightly at the end of the catwalk and smooth a gentle hand over the roundness of her stomach where their second child was safely nestled. Desire, possessiveness, and satisfaction overtook him at the image she made.
As she walked back down the runway, Eden broke her mask of indifference by wiggling her fingers and blowing a kiss at Reuben, much to their son’s delight. To Barron, she flashed a saucy wink, all while keeping her stride. Fuck, she was amazing.
“Mama so pretty!” Reuben’s sweet breath blew in his face.
Barron tightened his arms around their son and lovingly kissed the top of his head. “Yeah, Son. Mama is definitely so pretty.”
Eden unscrewed the lid of her belly oil and used the dropper to squirt a few drops on her extended belly. She gently rubbed the sweet-smelling liquid around her stomach and gave a loving smile as she felt their daughter’s movements ripple against her hand. She watched her stomach perform a little Mexican wave before she felt a little kick low in her belly.
At eight months pregnant, she was well into the uncomfortable stage of her journey. She needed to urinate constantly, she was starting to toss and turn at night, and her lower stomach felt like it was getting painfully stretched every time she stood up.
Thank goodness for belly bands and pregnancy pillows. It also helped that she stayed active during her pregnancy - keeping up with her yoga and light cardio. But today was an incredibly tiring day for her. All her pregnancy twinges were heightened because of it.
As she wiped the excess oil from her fingers, she reflected on the day's events with a bittersweet smile. It was going to be her last Fashion Week before she gave birth, but she had already decided to take an extended sabbatical.
As much as she loved her career, other passions started taking precedence. Her family was number one in her life, of course. They were settled into a beautiful farmhouse about thirty minutes outside New Haven. It was a gorgeous four-bedroom, five-bathroom estate on a 40-acre plot. As soon as they moved in, the women got busy planting a garden and procuring hens, roosters, and a couple of goats. Barron, Gavin, and Mike fixed up a few leaks on the small barn roof and built a chicken coop and a fence to block off the roaming animals.
Ian had bought into The Homestead in New Haven and was now a co-owner. He ran it while Barron ran the new branch he opened in their new town. It had only been open for a year but was already a roaring success. That was one of the reasons Eden wanted to take a step back. Her husband supported her career and stayed home with Reuben when she returned to work. It was now her turn to support him and help out with the new branch of The Homestead.
Eden also had other projects that she wanted to focus on. She had partnered with a charity organization called Young Female Minds. They worked on supporting and mentoring young girls in a safe environment. It focused on self-esteem, developing their interests, and encouraging active, healthy lifestyles with an emphasis on education and life skills. She loved working with them and wanted to devote more time to the cause.
And if her plate wasn’t full enough, Eden also had her successful swimsuit fashion label simply titled “E.” She initially considered calling it Eden’s Garden but Barron killed that idea when he pointed out that it made him think of her vagina.
Ewas a sustainable swimwear brand focused on pregnant moms and post-partum bodies but was inclusive of all body types. The idea came to her when Sofia complained about her “mom tum” and how self-conscious she felt at the pool or beach.
But Eden didn’t just want to be another label out there. She had a vision of sustainable, recyclable materials to minimize their impact on the Earth. She wanted the price to be affordable and available for all body shapes and sizes. She used her connections to partner with a top designer, and after explaining her vision, they worked together to bring her idea to fruition.
Ewas direct-to-consumer and was featured on many high fashion websites. RecentlyEpartnered with a high street brand in England to have her swimsuits available in store. It was a dream come true for her. But the best part was that a lot of her work was online, which allowed her to spend more time with Barron and Reuben. She occasionally had to go to New York for in-person meetings, but she always took her family with her.
As she clicked off the light to their ensuite bathroom and padded to their bedroom, she stopped short and let out an amused chuckle.
Her husband lounged back on their bedspread with his hands behind his head. He was also completely naked.
And hard.
She quirked her brow as she cupped her bump and approached the bed. “What’s all this, then?”
Desire soaked her panties as she watched Barron stroke his hard cock, thumbing the tip and letting out a low groan. He watched her through hooded eyes heavy with lust.
“Fuck, baby. You looked so sexy strutting down the catwalk, but now…” he shook his head in amazement as he devoured her pregnant form. “I fucking need you, baby. Need to soak my face in your cunt and sink my dick into you.”
Her breathing grew ragged and heavy as the heat of his words caused a delighted shiver to stroke down her body. She cupped her aching breasts, which were held up by a not-so-sexy maternity bra. The only other item of clothing she wore was a pair of panties. Her pregnancy, coupled with the warm weather, made clothing a chore to wear.
“Come sit on my face, baby,” he commanded.
He didn’t need to tell her twice.
Quickly shucking her wet panties, Eden climbed on the bed, wincing slightly at the drop in her belly. She rubbed the space below her stomach near her pelvic bone, easing the ache a little.
“Shit, baby, are you okay?” Barron went to sit up, concern, etching his features.
