She had begged him to fill her up, but Carl still wasn't sure if he wanted a kid. Then he sighed, drinking more, and thought back to that bad feeling he had this morning. What was that about? Of course, he didn't have to think for long. He felt the world almost become... dizzy? Then, reality changed. Carl wouldn't be aware, but he would feel something was wrong.
The world seemed to stop its dizzying effect, but a sense of vertigo hit Carl as he felt off, though only for a moment.
"Woah, you okay babe!?" A deep voice arose from the other side of the kitchen.
Carla glanced up, seeing her husband at the stove, staring at her intently. His short brown hair glistened in the light from a window, and his face looked gentle and concerned. He was only dressed in his underwear with a towel over his shoulder... still, that towel definitely failed to cover up his tight pecs and six pack.
"Oh, yeah... sorry James." Carla laughed. She held her hand to her head briefly, feeling the pain go away, but that odd confusion remain. "Just a brief headache. It's gone now!" Carla lied, laughing it off.
Carla sipped her coffee, and pretended to go back to looking at her phone. James became convinced she was fine, so turned back ot finish the eggs. Carla, however, looked him over. She had to take a minute to check him out. Those muscles, that tight ass, his large dick... huh. For some reason, she had the urge to point out she wasn't gay?
"What's up with me?" She thought to herself.
She looked down... why did she look down? Her strawberry blonde hair gently cascaded down her chest. She was wearing her favorite purple robe, and the way she tightened it barely kept her D-cups in check. "Wow." She thought to herself before furrowing her brow... why'd she think that?
She felt her thighs, pressing her manicured hands into her fat. She had grown a little chubby in her 30s, but still looked good. She tightened her legs together, and felt below her robe... at her crotch. She felt her pussy twitch, the hairs above it, the warmth... Why, why did this matter! Why did she seems so frazzled by her normal body? She was born a girl, lived her whole life as one. Makeup, dress shopping, periods... everything!
So, why did she feel something was wrong?
"Breakfast is served my love!" James laughed, kissing her on the forehead before sitting down with both of their plates.
Carla's concerned were stashed away for now, feeling that warm wave wash over her heart.
"Oh, baby thanks again you are SO sweet!" Carla gushed in her typical girly fashion.
Why was she feeling so off! She shook her head slightly, letting her hair fly behind her robe.
"Relax Carla, it's probably just jitters from what James asked you last night." She thought, thinking back to James asking if she wanted to be a mother. "Just enjoy your Saturday and the eggs."
The two munched away, enjoying their breakfast. Carla had to keep shoving down her weird feelings now and then, especially after James turned on the T.V. Like, why did hearing about President Jolene Jacobs sound off? Who cared about the cheery Progressive guy, Flick? What the hell even was she giving a damn about the Super Maria Movie?!
She just focused on her scrambled eggs, holding her robe together to keep the girls held back and tuning out the commercials and news.
"So..." James said through munching. "You had a big day today yeah?"
"Oh yes, I..."