Teresa woke up suddenly in a cold sweat.
‘It was just a nightmare,’ she thought to herself as she cradled her heavily pregnant belly. ‘Just another nightmare.’
As she stood to get out of bed, the baby inside of her belly kicked, and hard too, as if he somehow sensed his mother’s distress.
Teresa smiled and looked over at her American husband. It had been little over a year since he had come to the Philippines and swept her off her feet. Now they were married back in the States and she was eight months pregnant with their first child. Hopefully the first of many.
She decided not to wake him and went downstairs for a glass of water after slipping on her silky night robe. Admittedly, it was more than a little frustrating that her husband hadn’t really touched her all that much during the pregnancy. Especially now in the third trimester, she often found herself horny and lonesome. There was only so much masturbation that a girl could take though.
Teresa went down to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water from the sink. The tap water was good enough. She honestly didn’t understand these Americans…