Reports of my pregnancy fixation being over are greatly exaggerated! Then again, who could blame me, for being a little obsessed with such a fun topic? Well, perhaps Ms. Afolabi could blame me. She’s been a good sport about it so far, though. Maybe I should send her a nice thank you card for putting up with all these what-ifs. ^_~

Previously, FYS imagined a pregfolabi who ended up married to a big bull antelope and working from home, which is perhaps a little against type for her. Now, FYS insists that it could happen that way, but all the same, this time she’s imagining it going down in a way that’s perhaps more likely for our businesselope.

The big bull antelope had come and gone over the course of just a few weeks; such was the life of a traveling contractor. Ms. Afolabi had approved of the quality of his work, but his casual attitude towards procedures and his familiarity with her left her frustrated. As it if wasn’t bad enough having a rogue element within the organization to keep watch on, she found that he began to occupy her thoughts even when he wasn’t directly annoying her.

She had a guilty habit of reading scandalous romance novels, particularly the ones involving big, strong, carefree men sweeping the main character—inevitably a successful and independent businesswoman—off her feet for a night of wild passion. She told herself it was all incredibly foolish and unrealistic, and she was even more annoyed to find herself imagining herself and the contractor, Mr. Mwendwa, filling the roles. Worst of all was how he seemed to realize it! Whenever she scolded him for his latest example of improper bookkeeping, he watched her with a slight smile, as though he could see into her to notice that little flutter in her stomach whenever he was around. It set up a feedback loop, and the more frustrated and enflamed she got, the wider his grin became!

Late one night, well after hours, it all came to a head. He had gotten her stirred up into quite a rant, and her cheeks were red under her fur from the fire in her belly. At some point, without really realizing it, she had stopped scolding him for his flaunting of procedure, and instead about all the inappropriate feelings he’d been inspiring. What had come next was all a bit of a passionate blur, but he’d said something scandalous. She wasn’t sure who had made the next move, but it had preceded an urgent embrace, her arms around him as she kissed him. He’d picked her up, and she ended up with her legs around his waist, her heart thundering in her chest at the prospect of her cheesy romance novel coming to life, starting with her literally swept off of her hooves into his strong arms. He’d pressed her against the wall—she’d had to quickly submit a maintenance request the next day to patch the holes where her horns had pierced the drywall—and she loosened his tie and pulled his shirt open. He’d whispered his intentions into her ear, and she’d made a decidedly unprofessional sound. She couldn’t bring herself to verbalize how much she wanted exactly that, only managing to nod furiously and tug at his belt.

It wasn’t long before they were back in Ms. Afolabi’s office. Stripped to her stockings and bent forward over her own desk, Ms. Afolabi gasped and panted, her heart soaring as she gave herself over to the fantasy, and to the contractor. He held her hips as they made love, wild and free, unencumbered by the rules of professionalism that she held so dear.

But that all felt like so long ago now. Mr. Mwendwa had finished his contract and left the Forest at the end of the week, bound for the next job. Ms. Afolabi, meanwhile, returned to her beloved office life with a new memory to treasure. Well, except it eventually turned out that the memory wasn’t all she had to remember him by! But that was all right; she was practical and professional, and she’d resolved early on that if she was to be a mother, then she was quite capable of handling it herself, thank you very much!

The pregnancy hadn’t been a cakewalk, and she was quite annoyed at how frequently she needed to adjust her wardrobe, her slim-fit business clothes being entirely unsuitable for her growing body. She did have to admit to herself, with a sly smile, that all the trouble had almost been worth it just to see Morobi’s shocked and panicked expression the first time he noticed her rounding belly. She’d informed him matter-of-factly that it wasn’t his, and had declined to elaborate. Once Morobi had recovered, the wildebeest had smirkingly offered to let her move in, to sub for him with CB, his husband. She’d pointedly declined, and he left with a grin.

Eventually, Ms. Afolabi’s wandering thoughts returned to her present situation. Reminiscing aside, it was morning, and she had to get ready for work. She glanced pensively at her brassiere, which seemed to no longer properly fit her expanding bust. Fortunately, she had anticipated this and pre-purchased several larger sizes to try as necessary. She turned to her dresser and selected a likely replacement before slipping it on. She adjusted it with a few tugs, and smiled at herself in the mirror. Perfectly capable indeed!

Or at least that’s how FYS imagines it would go! What do you all think? ^_~ I’m sure my little obsession will go dormant again in time, but we’re not quite out of the woods yet. I have at least one more pregnancy piece coming up soon, and I hope you’ll all stick around to enjoy it with me!