Hannibal pushed the bedroom door open with his elbow, bearing a tray of plain crackers and a tumbler full of Schweppes Ginger Ale, with lots of ice and a straw. Hopefully this would settle her stomach, he thought.
Clarice rolled over when she heard him enter. “Oh honey, I feel awful”, she groaned.
“Well, let that be a lesson then, Clarice. You simply cannot overindulge your craving for Chunky Monkey.”
She winced. “Oooh, please don’t even say it out loud. Ugh, I think I can still smell it.”
“There’s a spot on your chin. That’s probably the source,” he offered, placing the tray on the table.
“Nothing. Now here are your crackers. Sit up and take a sip of soda.” He reached behind her shoulders to help her and she took a taste from the straw. He took the opportunity to fluff her pillows and straighten the bedcovers.
“Umm, this is good, nice and cold,” she said as a small burp escaped her lips. She put her hand up to cover her mouth. “Ooops, ‘scuse me.” She watched him fussing and said, “Hannibal, you’re so good to me. I’m sorry I made myself sick again.”
“I know you’re sorry, but you know it pains me to see you feeling this way. All I ask is that you try to control yourself a bit. You didn’t have to eat the ENTIRE half gallon.”
“Well,” she whined, “you don’t know what its like being pregnant. The insanity comes over you and the next thing you know the ice cream is all gone and you’re licking the carton.”
“You LICKED the carton?!!”
She looked at him guiltily, nodding her head as she bit into one of the crackers.
“Well, that does it then. You are hereby banned from the kitchen. I mean it Clarice. This just won’t do.”
“You, you can’t do that”, she sputtered. “What next? Are you going to rip the handle off the fridge?”
“There’s no need for sarcasm, Clarice.”
“Oh Hannibal, you’re not really mad at me, are you?” she sniffled and patted the bed beside her.
He sat down next to her. “No, of course not my dear”, he said, smoothing the hair back from her forehead. "I just worry about you, that’s all.”
She felt the tears begin in her eyes and blubbered, “Oh, I’m sorry. I just feel so... so not like myself anymore.”
“I know, I know. Don’t worry”, he stroked her cheek. “The cravings and the morning sickness should pass in a few weeks.”
“Yes, and then I’ll get fat and ugly”, she mumbled, burrowing her head into his chest.
“Oh stop now. Really Clarice, if I didn’t know you better I’d think you were fishing for compliments. All right then, you know you’ll always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me. There, does that make you feel better?”
She lifted her head up and gave him a bright smile, “Really?!”
“Just as I expected, you WERE fishing for compliments. Now lay your head back down and rest.”
“Only if you’ll stay with me”, she pouted. He lifted his legs up onto the bed and they settled in together. His arm snaked around her shoulders and she lay her cheek upon his chest.
Mmm, this is nice, she thought as she swirled her fingers over his body, loving the feel of him. “Hannibal, have you thought of what we’ll name the baby?”
“No, not really. I guess ‘Hannibal Junior’ is out, hmm?”
“Yes dear, that’s safe to say. Besides, I have a feeling it will be a girl.” She absent-mindedly rubbed the softness of her belly, even though it had barely begun to fill out. His hand closed over hers and he smiled.
“Well yes, that would be nice, wouldn’t it? I think I’d rather enjoy having another female to pamper.”
“Well, you are very good at it,” she agreed. “Though I wouldn’t say it’s your best quality....”
“Oh, and what would that be?” he leaned over her and sucked the drop of ice cream off her chin.
“Now who’s fishing for a compliment?” she laughed.
“You started this Clarice, so please do continue”. He let his mouth roam over her jawline to her earlobe, giving it a soft bite, his hands fondling her body through her clothes.
“Well, let’s see. You’re a wonderful cook...”, she closed her eyes as his hands unbuttoned her blouse.
“Still thinking about food?” he murmured against one naked breast, his tongue raking across the erect nipple.
“And then there’s your tremendous...mmm...knowledge of music and art. Oh!” she cried as his fingers moved lower, expertly unzipping her pants and slipping insides her panties to furrow her soft mound.
“Yes, thank you, I’m quite proud of that. Anything else come to mind?”
“Um, oh yes...and then there’s, your mastery at...” A shattering orgasm shook her the moment his fingers slid inside her. “Oohhhh!”, she moaned in ecstasy as the wonderful sensations coursed through her body.
A satisfied smile spread across his lips. “Yes, I knew you’d get to that one eventually.”