Page 70 of Platinum Pressure

She still had two more months until the baby was due, but he was measuring almost ten pounds already. The doctor explained she would most likely have to have a C-section, but Meadow was adamant on avoiding cutting as much as possible. I would advocate for her no matter what, though. If she could safely bring our child into the world without major surgery, we would go that route.

I didn’t see her in the living room, kitchen, or office. I went upstairs and checked the nursery and bedroom, but she wasn’t there either. When I took out my phone, her location was in the house, so I went downstairs and checked the poolroom.

She lay in an extra-large inner tube with her eyes closed and music playing softly on the speakers. She floated around with her hands on her stomach, rubbing the area gently. Meadow was in a flow state, enjoying the pool without a care in the world. She was so content; she hadn’t even noticed she’d floated into the deep end. The last thing we needed was her to get startled and fall into the deep end with a pregnant belly weighing her down.

After I captured a few pictures of her, I removed my clothes as quietly as possible. In just my boxers, I stepped into the pool and waded through the water.

“Hi, my man.”

She didn’t open her eyes as a smile spread across her lips.

“Hello, beautiful.”

“I didn’t know you’d be home so soon.”

Her eyes finally fluttered open as she tilted her head in my direction. I continued to wade through the water until the bottom fell from under my toes and forced me to swim.

“Yeah, I left earlier than the others because I wanted to get to my woman.”

“You missed me.”

“Indeed, I did. You know you’re in the deep end, right?”

“Yeah, but I usually end up floating back to the other side.”

I made it over to her and looped my arms in the inner tube. I kicked my feet until we hit the wall, then I moved to the edge and pulled myself up. Once I took a seat with my feet in the water, she held my ankle and rubbed her nails along the length of my calves.

“What was the first thing I told you when you showed an interest in the room?” I asked in a stern voice.

“I don’t remember.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Nope.”

“Meadow.”

“You said don’t be in the pool without you around, but you’re busy, and the baby likes the water.”

She pouted, and her lip quivered.

“Don’t start that crying shit, Dow. I need you to be vigilant, especially when you’re here by yourself. Drowning is a real thing. You and him are my life. I would lose my sanity if anything happened to either of y’all. Hell, I’m already tempted to move us out of here and not have a pool anywhere until my boy can swim to save his life.”

“I know, I know. We don’t have to move. I’ll be careful.”

“After my baby is born, we’re getting you and him in swim classes. I’ll make sure I don’t miss a single class, either.”

“Fine.”

“You know I’m not trying to make you upset, right? I really just don’t wanna come in here one day and you’re . . .”

“Yes, I know, baby. I appreciate the concern. I really do.”

We stayed in the pool for a few hours. Then we went to the shower. I washed her body, and she washed mine. She was all stomach, so it was always amusing to watch her reach places around her body. It took us almost an hour to fully get cleaned—with a detour to some sex.

I didn’t know what it was about a woman during pregnancy, but when Meadow was in the mood, she needed it right then and there, and my dick was always happy to oblige.

After the shower, I rubbed her down with lotion and kissed her shoulders, the center of her back, and her belly. Then she massaged my legs. She showed extra attention to my knee and checked the flexibility and tension in the muscles.