#Chapter 83: Carried away

Alexander heard me sighing as we walked back from the car and asked what was wrong. “My feet.” I groaned. “I really hope this is not the norm now, for the whole rest of the pregnancy. They hurt so bad today.” Alexander frowned. “Stop for a second,” he said. When I did, he swept me up into his arms in one swift movement, lifting my weight like I was a feather. He grinned as I looped my arms around his neck. “Does that help any?” he asked. “A little, yes.” I let my head fall against his shoulder lazily. “Tired?” “Yeah. I think my body knows it’s the weekend and just wants to be horizontal for a while, since I’ve got the time for it. I’d like to lie down and rest for a bit now if you don’t mind.” “Not at all,” he said. “Can I give you a foot rub?” “Mmm.” My eyes closed at the sound of this offer. “Yes please.” Of course, he started with rubbing my feet but quickly got carried away. I was in a pain-relief kind of bliss with my eyes closed and my body relaxed as he mass